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[goodgirlk]

Blue Eyes and the Lone Star Sky- Chapter 1

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Female OC

Warnings: Language, yelling, verbal abuse, slight angst

WC: 6.1K

Notes: Just something I couldn't get out of my head for the last few weeks that I decided to make a reality. As always, work is completely fiction :) Please leave any feedback you have! Hope yall enjoy!

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“With the first pick in the 2025 WNBA draft, the Dallas Wings select… Paige Bueckers, University of Connecticut!” Hearing her name called in the draft was a dream come true for Paige. Although there had been hype around her draft stock for years, she never truly allowed herself to get too far ahead in the dream, not wanting to take her career for granted by expecting this moment.

That moment has been on repeat for the past week now, the night following a blur due to both the adrenaline of the moment and the drinks her teammates kept supplying her. Once sobered up and back in Storrs, Paige had begun the long-awaited task of packing her belongings and getting ready to move to Dallas. Luckily for her, she had help from her friends and family, no one wanting to miss the moment Paige stepped into this next phase of life.

The goodbye in Storrs was a painful one, tears shed with Azzi, their years of friendship providing an unspoken connection between them. One that allowed Azzi to just understand Paige without her needing to explain herself. She was worried about her future, being away from her support system and now the pressure of being the next big rookie. Needing to prove herself to the team, prove they didn't waste their first pick on her, but also meeting the never ending need to prove herself to the doubters. Even with how talented she is, she never stops feeling the need to prove them wrong. She got her national championship, now she will prove to the world that she is meant to be in the W.

With her stuff in the moving van and her car in tow, Paige boarded the plane ready for one final weekend in Minnesota with her family before her dad and Drew helped her move into her new place. The down time with her family was a much welcomed change from the past 2 weeks following the national championship game. From press appearances, parties on campus, and the draft, Paige is exhausted. They spent the weekend playing Fortnite with the girls over facetime, family dinners, and church on Sunday for Easter.

Now Paige, her dad, and Drew were finally in Texas and on their way to her new apartment. The team hooked her up with the short notice from draft night to training camp and she was extremely grateful she didn’t have to do the work to find a new place to live. They arrived at the nice apartment building not far from the airport and stepped out into the warm Texas air. 

The trio made their way to the apartment office to pick up the keys to her new place. “So you will be on the fourth floor but don’t worry, there is an elevator to take you up there so you don’t have to haul everything up the stairs.” The manager laughed while showing them around the office. “The building is completely secured so you will use your badge on the door downstairs either from outside at ground access or in the parking garage as well. All the information is in the packet as well so don't worry about remembering everything, I know it is a lot to take in.”

Paige smiled back as they sat back down at the desk, gathering the last of the paperwork and keys. “Thank you so much again. This place is amazing.”

Keys in hand, they made their way to Paige’s new home. She had a long phone call with the operations team a few days prior, discussing the specifics of the new place and her to-do list once settled in Texas. Luckily, the new home was furnished, meaning Paige had a lot less to worry about, her main focus now being unpacking her current belongings and making herself comfortable living alone. She went from living at home to dorm life, making it a little nerve wracking to be in a new state alone, but she was looking forward to some peace and quiet.

Once the moving truck arrived, they made quick work of unloading her belongings into the new apartment. Making sure they placed the boxes into the correct rooms, they had everything off the truck and into the apartment in just a few hours.

Paige flopped down onto the couch once everything was inside, picking up her shirt to wipe the sweat off her forehead. “Yo I don’t know about you two but I am starving.” She groaned, hearing her stomach growl for the 2nd time in the past hour. 

“Yeah me too. Dad?” Drew looked up from where he sat at the table, their dad nodding along. “Yeah that sounds good. Why don’t you two go shower really quick and I will look at places near here to go eat.”

After taking a quick shower and changing, Paige made her way back out to the living room, finding Drew in new clothes alone. “Dad went to take a shower. Said he found some Mexican food place close by that looked good.” 

Paige nodded and began opening the boxes in her living room, deciding she would spend the time waiting on her dad to figure out where everything should go. It wasn't long until her dad emerged from the guest bathroom, ready to head out. “Did Drew tell you what I was thinking?” He asked, grabbing his phone from the kitchen island to pull up the menu in case Paige had any questions. 

“Yeah that sounds good!” She smiled back, excited to explore more of the city.

As they made their way out the door, Paige was met with the most beautiful blue eyes. Giving the girl a quick smile, she turned around to lock her door, not wanting to stare too long and make things awkward. 

“Hey one sec babe, I think I just ran into our new neighbor.” The girl whispered, quickly placing her grocery bags on the floor outside her door and peeling the phone away from her ear. “Hi there! My name is Tatum!” She exclaimed, sticking out her hand to formally greet Drew and Bob while Paige turned around, taking Tatum’s hand in return and giving her a smile.

“Nice to meet you Tatum.” She licked her lips briefly. “My name is Paige and this is dad and my brother Drew, they are just helping me get moved in.”

After a moment of them looking at each other, the voice on the other end of the phone sounded again and Tatum took it as her sign to let the trio go. “Well I will let y’all go, just wanted to quickly introduce myself.” Tatum smiled up at Paige, giving a quick smile and wave to Bob and Drew before unlocking her door and stepping inside.

~~~

Getting out in Arlington was fun for Paige and her family, they had dinner, walked around the mall a bit, and then got ice cream before heading back to her apartment. Bob and Drew booked a hotel nearby since Paige didn’t have anything for the guest bedroom yet. Paige dropped them off and made plans for breakfast the next morning before she had to take them back to the airport for their flight home.

Paige made her way inside her new apartment, taking in the new place and making a plan to unpack. She groaned, realizing just how much she needed to get done in just 5 days before training camp started. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, seeing Azzi’s contact pop up, a facetime awaiting her. They had planned to talk once she got settled in so she could give a tour and talk about her time in Texas so far.

“Hey! How is Texas so far?!” Azzi smiled brightly on the other side of the phone. Paige was grateful for her best friend, knowing that no matter how far apart they are, she would always have someone to fall back on. 

“It’s nice! You wanna see the place?” She grinned back, getting up from the couch and making her way to the kitchen to begin the tour. After showing Azzi the place, she filled her in on the plans now that she has officially arrived in Dallas. “I go on Friday for a quick team meeting with ops and then training camp starts Sunday.”

“That is awesome P! I am so excited to hear how everything goes!” Azzi beamed back.

“Just don’t forget about us while you’re out there making it big!” KK yelled from the background.

Paige smiled at her friends, feeling her heart clench at the thought of not being with them 24/7 like she has been for the past 5 years. “I could never.” She smiled back, quickly replacing her joy with confusion as she heard a knock at her door.

“One sec, someone is at my door.” She got up and made her way to the front door, seeing her new neighbor outside with what looked like a plate in her hands. “Yo I’ll call you back later, it's my neighbor.” She quickly hung up and opened the door.

“Hi there! I just wanted to give you a little welcome gift as you get moved in!” Tatum smiled up at Paige. 

Taken aback by the kindness of her new neighbor, Paige blinked for a little, a lazy grin on her face while she looked over the girl for another time. “Thank you.” She reached out for the cookies, briefly grazing Tatum’s hand in the exchange and stepped back. “You wanna come inside or something?” 

A wave of panic rushed through her body and she realized what she said, suddenly feeling super awkward at inviting the girl she has not met twice into her place for no real reason. Tatum's face flushed, a light blush adorning her cheeks as she began to nod. “Yeah, that sounds good.” She quickly turned around and locked her front door before facing Paige again. 

They made their way inside of Paige’s place, Tatum taking off her slippers while Paige walked the cookies into the kitchen. She joined Paige in the kitchen, taking in the new place. “I hope you like chocolate chip cookies,” Tatum smiled, gesturing towards the plate now on Paige’s island. “They are my favorite recipe my mom passed on so I figured I would make you a batch to get you through the move.” 

“I love them, thank you again, this is such a nice welcome gift.” Paige grinned while grabbing a cookie off the plate. Taking a quick bite, Paige was met with arguably the best cookie she has ever had, letting out a low groan at the taste. “Yo, these are fire.”

Tatum’s face lit up at the approval, giving a quick little clap and hop out of excitement. “Good! I am happy you like them! If you ever want more, just let me know.” She smiled. “I work from home and love any excuse I can get to step away and take my mind off of work to bake.”

“I will have to take you up on that.” Paige smiled back, taking another quick bite. “What do you do for work?” 

“I freelance for graphic design and editing. Anything to keep me out of an office.” She winked at Paige. “Not that you would know anything about that.” She mumbled lowly to herself.

Upon hearing this Paige grinned, “So you know who I am?” She asked teasingly, enjoying the blush that rushed onto Tatum’s face. Waiting for an answer, she crossed her arms and smirked at Tatum.

“Of course I do. Anyone who watches sports at all has seen your face plastered to their screens for the last 5 years.” Tatum states back, trying to ignore the burning of her cheeks and the look on Paige’s face. Fuck, Tatum thinks to herself, what happened to nonchalant?? Quickly trying to change subjects, Tatum brings up the move. “Well how are you enjoying Texas?”

Paugh laughs slightly, giving in to the brunette's attempt at changing the subject. “It isn’t my first time in Texas but the first time calling it home. Definitely different from Storrs though.” 

They spend the next few minutes talking about the city, Tatum giving tips about dealing with the Dallas traffic and what the best places are to eat around the area. At the sound of a door shutting outside, Tatum glances at her phone quickly, noticing how long her and Paige had been talking. “Well I should let you go. It has been nice to meet you! If you need any help with unpacking or anything, let me know. Like I said, I would love any excuse to not focus on work.”

Paige walked her to the door and watched as she put her slippers back on. Shoving her hands into her hoodie pocket, she spoke up. “Why don’t I give you my number, that way you can let me know when you wanna stop working and help me move in?” She asked, hoping to not sound creepy, especially since Tatum told her about her boyfriend Noah who lives with her. 

“Sure!” Tatum hands over her phone, Paige making quick work of entering her number and handing it back.

“Well hopefully I will be seeing you soon. Have a good night Paige!” Tatum smiled as she made her way out of the apartment and to her door, unlocking it and leaving Paige alone in the hallway, grinning to herself.

~~~

The next morning comes fast, after calling Azzi back and filling her in on the interaction with Tatum, Paige finds herself being woken up by the early alarm. Getting ready and picking up her family, they head out to breakfast at a local cafe. Breakfast is nice, with no one wanting to get too emotional just yet, they stick to easy conversation. Drew filling the two in on how school is going and Bob talking about their plans to come down and visit once season starts.

They end up sitting around the cafe for 2 hours, just soaking up each other's company, until they realize they need to start making their way to the airport. Paige drives them to the airport, tears welling in her eyes and they grab their stuff from the trunk and give her a hug goodbye.

“You are gonna kill it Paigey, I know it.” Drew smiles up at his big sister, proud of how far she has made it already and confident in her ability to succeed in the W like she did in college. “Once you get unpacked let me know and we can hop on Fortnite.”

She laughs, giving him one last hug and doing their handshake. Turning to her dad she sees his big smile and feels a tear slip down her cheek. Pulling her in for a strong hug, her dad gives her a kiss on the head and tells her how much he loves her. “I am so proud of you already kid and I know you have big things in your future. I love you”

With that, she watches as they make their way inside the airport. One last tear slipping down her cheek as she starts her car back up and begins the drive back to her apartment. She can't help but let her mind wander as she drives, finds herself thinking of her future in Dallas. Hoping to have a long and prosperous future in the league and getting settled in with her new teammates. She also finds herself thinking back to those big blue eyes she was met with yesterday. She has a boyfriend P, cut that shit out. She thinks to herself. But she isn’t thinking of Tatum in that way mainly. Was she one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen? Sure. But she also hoped that she would be around for a long time, a support system for her while she is thousands of miles away from home, someone to celebrate victories with and have her back after losses as well.

Once home, she starts unpacking and remembers Tatum’s words from the night prior. Pulling out her phone, she finds the thread from Tatum, a quick text sent after leaving Paige’s that just had her name and a smile. 

Is now a good time to steal your focus away from your work? 

With an exhale she sends it. She is met almost immediately with text bubbles.

Of course! Let me save and I will be over in like 10 minutes.

She makes herself busy opening a few other boxes in the living room, starting to unpack and place things on the ground while she figures out where everything goes. Upon hearing the knock at her door, she opens to find Tatum in a matching pink Gymshark workout set. Holy fuck she is gorgeous, she thinks, mentally kicking herself for inviting Tatum over in the first place.

She pulls Tatum into a quick hug, thanking her for coming over to help, and lets her into the house. “So what can I help with?” Tatum smiles widely, looking up at Paige who shares a similar smile.

Paige glances around her apartment, taking in the condition, boxes strewn about all around, truly not knowing where to start. She turns back to Tatum, watching as she takes off her shoes and steps into the living room. “Uh living room I guess? Or the kitchen, I really don’t know.” 

Tatum giggles softly, clapping quickly and nodding her head. “Kitchen it is! It looks like there are less boxes there.”

They make their way into the kitchen, quickly finding a groove unpacking and opening the new supplies Paige purchased before leaving Storrs. Spending the time getting to know more about one another.

“So are you from here?” Paige asked, taking the box of plates from Tatum and beginning to put them away.

“Yep! Grew up not too far from here and my parents still live there with my siblings. Couldn’t imagine moving too far from home but needed to not be right next door my entire life.” Tatum answers, her eyes locking with Paige for a brief second before returning to the work at hand. “You will love it here, I promise!”

“Any summer tips for me then?”

“Keep the AC low during the summer and find activities you like indoors cause the heat fucking sucks.” Tatum laughed. “Honestly you will get used to it fast, you just may have to give up your beloved sweats for a while.” 

“Noted.” Paige laughed, enjoying the glow that adorned Tatum’s face when she giggled.

After an hour of conversation and unpacking, the girls were able to finish up the kitchen and start making some progress on the living room. Paige learned more about Tatum’s personal life, her boyfriend Noah who she had been with for the past 2 years and her younger siblings Brandon and Naomi. Paige told Tatum more about her childhood, what it was like having so much pressure to succeed through high school and college, and how that kept her going through all the tough moments. It wasn’t until Paige’s stomach growled that they noticed just how long they had been talking, deciding to take a break and order some Chick-fil-a. 

Paige's phone rang, the doordash driver informing her that he was outside of the building and needed her to come pick it up. “Okay! I will be down there in a second. Thank you!” Hanging up the phone, she turned to Tatum. “You wait here, I will go pick up our food.” She quickly slipped on her slides and walked out the door, leaving Tatum to take in the apartment alone.

Once returned, she found Tatum looking over the framed photos they had unpacked earlier, one of the team after winning the national championship, banner in hand and confetti falling, another of her and Azzi as teenagers in their team USA uniforms, the third frame being the most recent, her and the team at her draft night, the Dallas Wings hat sitting on her head and the biggest smiles on their faces. Tatum could tell just how much this accomplishment meant to all of them and felt her heart clench at the sight.

Turning to face Paige, the draft night photo in her hand, she smiled brightly. “Y’all look so happy here, it’s cute.”

Paige smiled fondly, a brief wave of sadness hitting her as she remembers where she currently is. Not in Storrs, the place that became her second home, with her best friends, but in a new city, hoping to find a new community of supporters to help her through the transition. “Yeah, that was a good night.” She says lowly, hoping Tatum doesn’t hear the strain in her voice.

Noticing how emotional Paige became, Tatum quickly set the frame back on the entertainment center and changed the subject, the two of them diving into a conversation about TV shows and movies. After eating and cleaning up their mess, Tatum turned back to the boxes in the living room, planning to go back to unpacking, but Paige quickly stopped her.

“Nah you’re good, I have already stolen most of your afternoon.” Paige laughed, “Why don't we call it a day?”

“I really don’t mind!” Tatum said, “I am stuck on this project so I love the distraction.”

“Nah for real, I don’t know if I can unpack any more today.”

Tatum laughed at this, nodding her head slowly. “Ahh I get it now,” she beamed, “You’re tired and are tryna play the nice card when you are the one that wants to stop. Yeah we can stop for the day but let me know if I can help tomorrow?”

“Yeah.” Paige nodded, “I’ll see you tomorrow for sure.” 

With that, Tatum made her way to the front door, slipping on her shoes and giving Paige a quick hug before leaving.

~~~

The next day was much of the same, the girls getting the living room and guest bathroom unpacked, leaving most of the work for Paige to finish in her bedroom. Paige was quickly learning Tatum’s personality, how she used sarcasm to say what she really thought, how she didn’t let Paige downplay her accomplishments, and just how much she smiled. She was truly a happy person and Paige was so grateful to have met her, finally feeling more comfortable in the new city and like she was getting to know someone who would be around for a while.

When Paige texted Tatum on Thursday she was met with silence for a few hours, a short response coming around 1:00 PM. 

Sorry it has been a rough morning, I will be over soon if the invite is still open?

Of course 

Paige quickly replied, hoping that she could turn around Tatum’s day.

Okay! :)

She heard the knock at her door about 5 minutes later, opening it to find a much different Tatum than the one she had grown to know. Instead of her typical hair and makeup, Tatum stood there with a bun and clean face, adorned in black sweatpants and a crop top.

“You okay ma?” Paige asked, pulling Tatum in for a quick hug.

“Yeah. I think I have food poisoning or something but I am feeling better this afternoon than I did this morning.” Tatum groaned, slipping into Paige’s apartment and taking a seat at her couch.

“Why did you say yes to coming over? You should be in bed.” Paige turned to Tatum, feeling bad for taking her time when she should be at home recovering.

“I needed to get out of that place and feel like a human.” Tatum leaned her head back.

“Fine but you aren’t doing any work today.” Paige stated, grabbing Tatum’s hand and leading her into the bedroom. “You can sit in my bed and keep me company while I unpack my clothes, how does that sound?”

Tatum smiled back, sitting down on the edge of Paige’s bed. “You sure? I don’t want to invade your space.” 

“Of course!” Paige turned around and walked into her closet, leaving Tatum to make herself comfortable against the headboard of the bed, watching as Paige brought a box labeled dresser into the room and started to unpack.

They spent the afternoon with Tatum watching old episodes of Grey's Anatomy and Paige half heartedly unpacking her clothes, blaming Tatum for choosing a good show to watch for why she couldn’t focus on the task at hand. After finishing the third episode that day in the living room while eating their lunch, Tatum stated she needed to get going since she needed to swing by the store before Noah got home for dinner. 

“If I can get this project done tonight like I plan to, I should be free all day tomorrow to help out.” Tatum smiled, feeling much better now that she got some soup in her. 

“I have a team meeting tomorrow with ops about training day and media availability so I probably won’t be home much tomorrow. I can get the rest done though so no worries.” Paige smiled. “Thank you for all the help over the last few days, I don’t think I would be unpacked at all if it wasn’t for you.” She brought Tatum into a hug.

“Okay! Well the offer stands if you get home and need help. Just text me!” Tatum smiled up at Paige. 

~~~

Tatum was at the store getting groceries when she felt the urge to throw up again. For the fifth time that day, she rushed into the bathroom, emptying her stomach and groaning. Why me??? What did I do this week to deserve this? She thought, wishing this would be over soon. As she made her way back into the store, she passed the health section. She decided to buy a box of pregnancy tests, just to be safe. She was good about taking her birth control but at this point, she would do anything to figure out the cause of this sickness and that includes taking a pregnancy test to know. 

Once she got her groceries unloaded, she made her way into her restroom at home, opening the box of tests. I am just paranoid, she thought as she took the test, placing it face down on her counter and setting a timer. 3 minutes later she turned off the timer and picked up the test, feeling her heartbeat racing as she was faced with those two pink lines staring up at her, as visible as ever. 

What the fuck?? How?! She gasped, feeling as though the room was spinning and she couldn’t breathe. She dropped to the floor, tears quickly welling in her eyes. She sat on the floor quietly crying for 10 minutes before she felt her phone buzz.

Hey babe, I am going out with the guys tonight after work to celebrate Josh’s promotion

She didn’t even have it in her to care at this moment. Noah had been bailing on her for months to go out with his friends, half of the time not even telling her until she texted him at dinner time asking when he would be home. She liked the message and put her phone back down, focusing back on the test in her hands. 

She loved Noah, she really did, but this was real. She was stuck with him now, no easy break to be had. She was also worried about his reaction. Would he be happy or upset with her? Would he continue what he has been doing and leave her alone most nights to take care of the baby alone, pretending to others like he was attentive when in reality they hadn’t had a real conversation since the holidays?

After a few minutes of spiraling she decided now wasn’t the time. He probably wouldn’t come home until after she was asleep anyways so she hid the test in her bedside table and went about her evening, making herself pasta and taking a much needed bubble bath to take her mind off of the future.

~~~

The next day was much the same for Tatum, getting lost in her thoughts of how she would tell Noah the news, running to the bathroom constantly to throw up, trying to force herself to eat and stop crying, all while wishing she could just get to the evening and drop this bomb on him.

Noah came home around 6:00 buzzed from his happy hour with the team and pulled Tatum in for a hug. She began crying in his arms but didn’t have it in her to tell him yet, just telling him she was tired and began making dinner. After eating, she decided to rip the bandaid off and just show him the test. Leaving him in the kitchen washing the dishes, she went to the room to retrieve the pregnancy test. Making her way back into the kitchen, arms behind her back, she quietly called his name.

“What’s up babe? You look like you are about to throw up.” He asked, looking up briefly from the plate he was cleaning.

As if in slow motion, she slowly pulled her arms out from behind her back, the test in her right hand, and slid it along the kitchen island. She opened her mouth to speak but the words got stuck in her throat as she watched his brow furrow.

“What is that?” He asked, reaching a wet hand out to grab the test and bring it forward.

“Noah, I'm pregnant.” She whispered. 

“Nah you must be lying.” He stated firmly, slamming the test back on the counter. “I watch you take your birth control and I use a condom so don’t even try it.”

Tatum was shocked at his response. She was expecting him to be a little confused but never this. Yeah, she was usually pretty good at taking her birth control, but there have been a time or two that she forgot until later that evening. That coupled with the few times they have had sex without a condom, it was a perfect recipe for what was now growing inside of her. 

“What?” She asked quietly, hoping she heard him wrong.

Anger flashed across his face and he shut the water off. “I said you are lying. And if not, you’re cheating cause I know it can’t be mine.”

“Noah you know we have fucked without a condom! What do you mean it can’t be yours?!” She yelled back, anger filling her body at his accusation. “Also, you know I would never cheat! I love you!”

At this he lost it, throwing the plate that he held in his hand at the wall to Tatums right, shattering it into little pieces, one of which bounced up to hit Tatum’s shin, knicking her in the process. “You fucking slut! I knew this would happen when I let you work from home! I should’ve never let you have that time alone, all you must be using it for is to fuck around, huh?!” He yelled at her, walking towards her. She took a step back, wishing she could escape this moment but not wanting to make it any worse for herself. “Why don’t you go to him cause I am not raising a fucking baby with you!” He slammed his palm against the wall, continuing to yell at Tatum as she felt herself begin shaking. 

This wasn’t uncommon for Tatum, the yelling, but the throwing and hitting walls was. Noah had always been a little controlling, making sure he had final say in what she wore or her job, but she never thought of him as physically abusive. In this moment, she was worried for not only her safety but the baby she was now carrying. She shut down, dissociating from the moment in typical fashion and just taking the verbal abuse from him. He didn’t need her to respond, he seemingly got off on watching her cry while he criticized her. 

It wasn’t until she heard a rapid knock at her door that she remembered where she was. In the apartment where many people were likely hearing what was going on. She watched as he opened the door, panic evident on her face at his anger but feeling herself ready to finally stand up for herself and shut him down.

~~~

Paige had gotten home about an hour ago. She had texted Tatum earlier that evening to see how her day was but hadn’t heard a response, figuring that she was just busy with Noah and not taking any offense to the silence. She was warming up her food when she heard the faint yelling and a crash coming from the wall connecting her and Tatum’s apartments. Worried, she moved closer to the sound, hoping to hear what was going on.

*BANG* 

She heard as Noah smacked the wall. Moving quickly, she made her way into her room, grabbing a hoodie off of her bed and slipped on some shoes to make sure Tatum was okay.

She could hear Noah screaming at Tatum as she entered the hallway and knocked rapidly on her door. Their neighbor, Mrs. Black, opened her door as well, making eye contact with Paige with a mirroring worried look. “Hey there, I am going to make sure they are okay.”

“Thank you, Paige! Let me know if you need any help.” Mrs. Black answered sweetly, grateful that Paige was there to step in.

Tatum’s door swung open, an angry Noah staring at Paige with disgust. “What?!” He growled.

Paige looked beyond Noah to Tatum, seeing her standing in the middle of the living room, a shattered plate to her side and blood streaming from her shin. The most troubling scene however was the look of panic on Tatum’s face. “I could hear the screaming in my apartment.” Paige spat at Noah, meeting him almost at eye level. She looked him up and down in disgust before her face softened and met Tatum’s again. “You okay ma?” 

Noah laughed sharply at this, turning back to Tatum. “Ah so you are a slut huh? Fucking whoever got you pregnant and this bitch now too?!” He started to move back to Tatum, letting the door shut when Paige gripped the door and forced her way inside to help Tatum.

Before Paige could speak Tatum snapped back into reality and yelled. “Get the fuck out Noah! I’m done!” 

He laughed again, moving to grip Tatum’s face. “Nah I don’t think so.” 

Paige saw red as she watched him grab Tatum’s chin, the tears flowing quickly from the shorter girl and spoke up. “You heard her, get the fuck out.” 

Noah let go of Tatum and turned towards Paige, looking at her again and began nodding. “You know what? Fine. But have fun being a single mother you whore. I want nothing to do with you or that fucking kid.”

He walked into the room, grabbed his keys and made his way to the front door. Before he could leave, he turned back to Tatum. “I will be moved out by Sunday.” With that, he slammed the door shut and left the building. 

Once Noah was gone and she knew Tatum was safe for the night, Paige turned back to face her and rushed to pull her into her arms. They stood there embracing, Tatum crying into Paige’s chest for a while until Paige remembered the cut on the brunette’s shin, pulling back slightly to look down at her.

“Hey let me see your leg.” She spoke quietly and knelt down to get a closer look. It didn’t look to be bleeding any more so Paige stood back up, grabbing a towel from the kitchen and cleaned it up. “Just a little band-aid should fix it right on up. Did he hurt you anywhere else?”

Tatum shook her head, “No nothing else hit me, the closest he got was grabbing my chin when you got here.”

“Good.” Paige whispered, grabbing the girl again for a brief hug. “Why don’t you pack some stuff and come stay at my place for the weekend? That way he can move out and you don't have to see him again?”

Tatum looked up at Paige, tears still in her eyes and she nodded. “Yeah, that sounds good.” She whispered, not having it in her to talk much more.

They made their way to Paige’s place, Tatum’s bag in Paige’s hands, and a quiet peacefulness washing over them. Tatum was thankful that Paige wasn’t forcing her to explain anything at this time, just giving her a safe place to stay and shoulder to cry on. She knew when she met Paige that she found a good friend, but she was eternally grateful in this moment to have the blonde next to her in her darkest moment.

[captain-hawks]

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Keigo + pegging ;///;

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18+, takami keigo x f!reader

"keigo!"

sputtering around a face full of red feathers, you pinch your boyfriend's ass.

"—sorrysorrysorry," he gasps, head collapsing down against the pillows as tries to regain control of his wings, though they continue to tremble and shudder as several rogue feathers zip across your bedroom.

there's a crashing noise somewhere to the left.

"it's not even halfway in," you mutter, trying to hold back a snort as you watch the number two hero desperately claw at the mattress.

something caught between a groan and a whine spills past his lips as you ease the dildo another inch deeper into his ass, and he smacks a pillow, inhaling sharply.

"i know, i know," he whines. "it just—fuck baby—i didn't think it was going to feel so good and—fuuuuuuuuuck."

he starts babbling nonsense into the pillowcase.

"hey kei?" you murmur.

"mmm?" he chokes out, voice muffled. he might be crying.

"take a deep breath," you say, before reaching around to wrap a hand around his throbbing dick while giving him the rest.

[dayas]

The woods become their safe haven, where they meet when the rest of the world intrudes too heavily on their personal lives. For Elphaba, it is the cruel words and judgements murmured beneath breath and whispered behind her back that send her into Fiyero’s arms, running so fast she nearly flies. He doesn’t ask her what is wrong yet, merely holds her tightly and lets her sob into his chest. It should be easier, she thinks. She’s faced down threats her whole entire life, subtle and obvious. But just because her anger is quiet does not mean it is nonexistent. Beneath it all, she burns. Her breathing slows, the time between hiccups stretching.

“Go ahead,” Fiyero prompts, his voice flowing over her like fingers skimming bruised skin, searching for a deeper wound.

“It’s… I’ve always… They just…”

She can’t get the words out. Fiyero’s hands rubbing a soothing pattern along her back, lowering her shoulders from their tightened spaces up by her ears.

“It should be easier,” she whispers. “Being with you.” She sees the alarm flash in his eyes and the hurt that follows it despite both emotions disappearing mere seconds later.

“I don’t regret it,” Elphaba clarifies quickly, a brief press of her lips against his following as if to compound her statement, “I don’t think I ever could. And I’m used to what they say, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.” She hates it, really, being spoken of so callously. They are quite certain the prince will discard her within the coming days. She hates what they say about him even more, that he must be mad, or brainless, to be with her. It is these thoughts that spur her suggestion.

“Perhaps we should… slow ourselves, for a bit.”

She keeps her voice light, though cautionary. His hands spasm against her.

“What does that mean?” Fiyero asks, his voice forcibly level.

“We could be a bit more subtle.”

“No.”

Her shock is palpable.

“No? Fiyero, they speak about you like you have nothing in your mind. I can take what they say about me, I can, but you… you don’t deserve their cruelty. You’ve done nothing to draw their ire.”

“Neither have you,” he insists, as passionate as ever. He moves to take her hands and she allows it, squeezing them lightly.

“Your only crime against them is being different than they are. It’s not even a crime, not really. They fear what they don’t understand, but they could never understand someone so complex while living so shallowly.” His half smile is bittersweet as he adds, “I should know.”

Not for the first time, she is grateful he’s revealed himself to her. She squeezes his hands again. He raises them to his lips, offering her fingers a tender kiss.

“Elphaba,” Fiyero says softly, “You never lessened yourself for them. Not to gain their approval, or earn their adoration. And they should adore everything you are. I’m not going to lessen myself, or us, for them. And as for what they say…” His expression darkens, and she cannot deny the small flutter of her heart at seeing it, at seeing him so concerned over her emotions.

“I will deal with that personally.”

Fiyero has kept every promise he’s made to her. She sees no reason to cast doubt upon him now. Relief draws new tears to her eyes, and he diligently wipes them away.

“Are we agreed?” he hums into her cheek once he’s finished. She nods against him, pulling his face back to hers.

“No subtlety.”

[moonlight-prose]

besties i fear i moaned out loud in the theater and started howling.

[lip-service-hoe]

what kind of underwear do you think is best for wedgies? thongs, briefs, panties or something else?

So I actually tried to ponder and experiment on this, but it’s been a month or two 💀

Short answer: What works for you. Unfortunately it depends

Men = tighty white // briefs or boxer briefs, panties, thongs

Woman = Panties, boy shorts, high waisted tighty whitey

Nonbinary = wear and give yourself a wedgie in both at the same time. / Whatever is comfortable, and doesn’t make you dyshoric.

yes this applies to both twomen and tmen you don’t get a pass💀 jk do what’s comfy

I actually tried and like switching underwear with the opposite sex. Sooo for my preference more on that under cut

Actual answer:

Tdlr: Literally find out what your butt shape is look at the “wedgie proof” recommendations and get the opposite.

I actually came to an hypothesis based on ideas and research and tried experimenting. It depends on your butt shape and how tight you want it to be or if you’d like more pleasure or pain.

I notice men saying panties thongs are better, which got me thinking about the anatomy in regards to preference. And maybe the sex’s should do a switchroo. It’s not common online I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a girl give herself or getting a tighty whitey wedgie. But men giving themselves thong wedgies.

Literally find out what your butt shape is look at the “wedgie proof” recommendations and get the opposite. or try the overlapping.

Then get smaller or bigger pairs depending on the intensity.

Smaller, fitted tighter painful.

a size up from fitted sweet spot (in theory)

bigger, can become less painful more pleasurable and might require doing more intense & penetrable wedgies. Same with stretchy I find it difficult

I recommend this because. people dislike wedgies

“why do I always get wedgies from my underwear!”

and complain how uncomfortable they feel

“I don’t like them they feel so discomfortable and always ride up my butt, I’m constantly having to pick them out”

So they make articles, infographic or give advice on how to not get wedgies. Reminder: You’re a freak, you aren’t “supposed to like it”

that means when your bully underhands your waistband. your supposed try to and grab on to something while you groan and cringe from the underwear being lifted from your pants and above the waistline for those few secs, mins, before they let go. yet you think to yourself this, feels so good and in your brain, your biting your lip. Your fucking moaning.😆 your grunting: “oh, fuckk mmmm” “keep pulling,” “harder, pull harder.” “Higherhigher”

My preference recently / from my experiments 🧪

For others boyshorts does the job, I fucking can’t. I wondered why for a long time and guess what they’re wedgie proof for my but shape. Recently I actually tried tighty whites hanging and not and I like them as I’ve said I am cis, but I like that they are more fabric I like the thickness, it feels more penetrating which I’ll say is definitely is worth it, it makes it uncomfortable and more pleasurable then some of the other type I’ve worn. Based on my butt type and experience, yea boyshort are way too hard for me to wedgie myself in.

when my curiosity strikes I try to get more of a simulation, I look at wedgies online and think that sudden or unexpected or whatever “must feel so uncomfortable up their ass, so tight wedged up their legs. “

“I’m gonna try out how it feels to get this (type of) wedgie.”💀

I know for me I like the tight, discomfort. Not exactly pain. I like it rough. Cause wedgies aren’t always painful but discomfort from the wedge “pain” from the roughness, and tightness ig making a deeper wedge penetrating me. I don’t want to remove the discomfort for the pain from only the tightness. Like I like the initial shock rough sensation, the discomfort basically wedging itself and tightening around the right areas. I like making my losers bitches and victims cringe, being basically penetrated by their underwear. Cause like, lol get whipslash from so hard and sudden I pull your underwear and how I now have a leash inbetween your legs I wanna hear you groan, while me and my friends laugh. not whine or cry I’ll shut that up real quick.

I have a soft spot for hearing guys / masc’s and seeing the, genuine cringe reaction the non verbal oh my god, sucking air in between your teeth, repeating fucks ow, biting your lip from the rough feeling (maybe slight pleasure idk) as I let go of that waistband really quick, I like when dudes try to do at shit job at compartmentalizing. Seriously keep acting like it didn’t affect you I’ll wear you down, I see through that shit. Turned you into a loser rq did I bruise your pride?

With women / femmes okay cry and whine my friends find it amusing it’s cute, but I might get my friends to hold her down and I slap tape on her mouth, now I can listen to the muffled reactions. Every noise from every tug, muffled whining and protest or response, when I ask “are you enjoying this?” then slap or yank her underwear extra hard.

Whiney nerd guys or mascs are funny cause there ofc cringe then yield being like trying to reason or bed to me “no no don’t do pull my underwear 😵‍💫🤓” LMAO loser me and my friend are gonna bounce you by both sides. Mmk? Orr go fetch me something, I like you below me.

Tougher nonchalant or no nonsense women / femmes kinda like a tomboy are a few of my teammates and friends, my other friends get all whiney like in a “snobby girl whiney” so I’m playful about it but alsooo they usually hide their flusteredness and blush when I do give them wedgies like, they annoying know I’m fucking around in hopes she fires back. Maybe she doesn’t and it’s cute wearing her down. But then again there’s a reason why I’m only “mostly a dom”.

You can moan when touch yourself or try doing it to yourself later.

[daily-madcom-drawings]

Hello, hi!

Welcome to this silly blog where I post (at minimum) one madcom drawing a day! There will be canon typical violence and gore!

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[sunsetsandsunshine]

~ Just say you’re sorry ~

THIS IS FOR THE AMAZING ANON THAT INSPIRED THIS FIC SO KUDOS TO THEM 💞✨💗💕

Also tagging my fellow moots who love this HC as much as I do:

@someone1348 @tickleebug @prettychillbrainfreeze @ghostlyshylee @itzystopkiddingmenowloco

Lee’s: Leo🐢💙 and Mikey🐢🧡

Ler’s: Raph🐢❤️ and Donnie🐢💜

Summary: Raph and Donnie have been getting pranked by they’re younger brothers all day. So like the good big brothers they are, they hatch a totally not devious plan to teach they’re younger sibs a lesson.  

(A/N: AS ALWAYS- T*EST DNI YOU NASTY CREEPY WEIRDOS)

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“Stupid dumb-dumbs…stupid stupid dumb-dumbs…”

Raph turned around from where he was sitting on the living room couch to see his immediate younger brother- Donnie- pacing back and forth in the kitchen, holding a mug of coffee that spilled a little bit every now and again as he turned around in a pacing circle. 

The young genius was wearing his dark purple sweatshirt with the sleeves pulled up to his elbows, wearing his occasional purple mask and goggles. Raph was wearing his own mask as well, clashing with his grey/gray sweatshirt.

The snapper got up from the couch, putting his phone down and walking to his immediate younger brother. “Hey, bud…you okay?” Raph asked, putting a hand on Donnie’s shoulder as a way to show his comfort. The younger looked up at Raph and started chuckling, even though the eldest turtle was 99.9% sure nothing he just said was funny…

“What’s wrong..? What’s WRONG???” Donnie yelled, going close to Raph’s face so they’re snouts touched before stepping away from him. The softshell put his coffee mug on the counter, pacing back and forth again while his hands were behind his back. 

“Oho, I’ll tell you what’s wrong. What’s wrong my dear older brother, is that those imbeciles that I apparently have to call my younger brothers have been pulling pranks on me left and right ALL DAY. I can’t get any work done without fearing for my life that another water balloon or paint cannon is going to hit me!” Donnie said, throwing his hands up to the air before putting them back down. The purple cladded sibling sighed, rubbing a hand down his face slowly as he tried to calm himself down.

Donnie was frustrated- very very (that’s two very’s) frustrated if you couldn’t tell. The genius wanted to have a productive day; a day where he got almost all of his work done and he had the rest of the evening to spend with his family and friends. Believe it or not, the softshell actaully enjoyed spending time with his family, even if he acts like he dreads every single second of it.

But sadly, the universe didn’t want the day to go the way Donnie had originally planned. The universe had to give him not 1 but 2 younger siblings that were annoying as FU- fudge. Annoying as fudge.

Anyway, the two gremlins have been placing boobytraps and pranks all over the lair, such as sparkle canons, water balloons, whoopie cushions- you name it! And at the end of every single prank there would be this…card that mysteriously came out of nowhere. It was orange and blue and had Mikey and Leo’s faces on it, saying “You just got pranked by the Portal Pals! (P.S. L + Bozo)”

Which was…cute. It was nice that the two were having fun and spending time with each other…but WHY did they’re fun have to torture Donnie in the process?

“You too, huh?” Raph chuckled, reaching into his sweatshirt pocket and taking out a couple of Leo and Mikey’s “You just got pranked!” cards. Donnie couldn’t help but chuckle along with Raph at the sight of the cards, going over to him and resting his head on his plastron, groaning. The snapper just laughed some more, wrapping his immediate younger brother in a hug as he patted his battleshell.

“They’re. so. annoying.” Donnie whined, rubbing his hands along his face as Raph sighed. “I mean, yeah. They’re our little brothers, little bro. It’s kind of they’re job to annoy the living hell out of us, y’know?” The eldest reasoned, patting Donnie’s shoulder as he huffed, his anger starting to slip away. “Yeah…I guess so…” the softshell mumbled, taking his head up from Raph’s plastron and smiling at him.

“But hey! Look on the bright side: that doesn’t mean we can’t get payback~!” Raph exclaimed, winking at Donnie who raised one of his sharpie drawn eyebrows, curiosity and mischievousness written all over his face. “Are you implying what I think you’re implying?” Donnie asked, grinning from ear to ear. 

Raph grinned back, nodding his head in confirmation. The second-oldest turtle  smiled a bit more (this time being a kind of evil smile) as he took out his phone from his pocket, going into they’re family GC. The younger started typing up something on his phone, beginning to walk to his lab.

“Walk and talk with me, Raphie. I’ve got a plan…”

🕺🏾🐢🍕Cool Kids GC 🍕🐢🕺🏾

Today at 2:34 pm 

*🕺🏾👾Bootyyyshaker9000👾🕺🏾 is online*

Hello my fellow fam

*UrfaveChamp😘😘😘✨💙 is online*

*Mystic_Mike🎨🤩 is online*

Yoooo

Hey Don!

How are you 😁🥰?

Good good.

How’s the eyebrows working? Feelin pretty, bro?

Donnie groaned from Leo’s text, about to type “kys” in the GC to his younger twin before Raph cleared his throat, shaking his head in disapproval as they continued to walk. The softshell sighed, deleting the text before he was about to send it in the GC. 

“There. Happy?” Donnie asked as the oldest nodded, walking into the lab and both sitting on the lab’s desk chairs. “Very.”

“Anyway, what’s he even talking about, Don?” Raph asked, confused. Donnie ran a hand down his face, clicking out of messages and showing Raph a picture he took earlier. It was a pic of Donnie’s eyebrows covered in sparkles, glitter and fake gemstones- and it looked completely awful. Let’s just say the eyebrows looked like a second graders art project. 

Uh…no offense to any second grader of course…

“One of they’re sparkle canons got me…” Donnie mumbled. The softshell was so glad he was able to clean that monstrosity off- he would never be able to live that down without anyone making fun of him for it. 

Raph cackled at the picture, putting a hand to his face as he did so. “Stop laughing...” Donnie glared, taking the phone back so Raph couldn’t see the photo anymore. And if the alligator snapping turtle knew any better, he could’ve sworn that he saw a pout on his immediate younger brother's face. 

“It isn’t funny.” The pout caused Raph to giggle a bit more, booping the softshell’s snout as the younger playfully swatted his hand away. “It is a bit funny…” Raph giggled, smirking at Donnie. The second oldest just chuckled as he rolled his eyes, clicking out of his Photos app and right back to the GC.

They’re fine, actually. The sparkles really complimented my eyes.

See! Told you he would like it, Mikey!

A success in my book

Oh whatever 😒😒😒

✨Anywaysssss✨

What is it that u needed, Don?

R u okay?

Oh, yeah. I’m fine.

I just need you both to come to my lab.

I have to make a huge announcement to say to everyone.

It’s extremely important.

Raph’s already with me so I just need you two to come.

Oh! 

Okay! 

Oooh! Must be a pretty important if we’re coming to Dee’s lab…

Yes- it is important. I literally just said that.

See you in like- 15 seconds, Dee!

Wait! Raph’s w/ u right now?

Yes. Raph is with me as of right now.

Ask him for me how he likes his new room setup 😁✨ 

LMFAOAOAOAO

Raph grabbed Donnie’s phone out of his hands, his face red in embarrassment as he typed in the group chat. “What’s he talking about, man?” Donnie chuckled confused, not used to seeing his older brother so flustered. 

After the snapper was done with…whatever he was typing, his face relaxed- seeming really calm and content now. Raph cleared his throat, handing the phone back to Donnie. “We don’t talk about it.” 

KSYNDND

*KYS

THIS IS RAPH TYLINGNEN

*TYPING

KANSHSJAKSHS!!!

U KNOW ITS FUNNY BRO-BRO

I HATE YOU 2 SM LITERALLY DIE😡😡😖!!!

BAHAHAHAJSHSBDKDK

We love you tooooo Raphieee~!☺️☺️☺️😘😘💕💖💞💖💖✨✨

Donnie clicked out of the messaging app and glared at Raph. “How come I can’t type ‘kys’ in the group chat but you can!?” He asked, putting his phone on his desk and crossing his arms. “Eldest brother privileges, duh.” Raph said calmly, merely shrugging as Donnie rolled his eyes for probably the millionth time today. 

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.

.

“What’s with the random call to Dee’s lab? Are we experimenting on something?” Leo asked excitedly, looking around the lab to see if there was anything brand new or important to test on as him and Mikey walked in. “Yeah! What is it? I wanna know!” Mikey asked as well, grinning from ear to ear waiting for either of his older brothers to answer the question.

Leo was wearing his dark blue sweatshirt, with his blue mask. Mikey was also wearing his favorite orange sweatshirt, also wearing his mask. 

Not answering any of the younger two's questions, Donnie tapped a few buttons on his wrist watch, closing the lab door behind them. The two quickly looked behind them at the door and then at each other, nervousness starting to broil up in they’re stomachs. “Don? Raph? You guys okay…?” Leo asked, his head tilting to the side in confusion as his twin and older brother just stood there staring at him and Mikey.

“So…you guys gonna keep staring at us, or are you gonna tell us why we’re here…?” Mikey said as he scratched his head in confusion. 

“Glad you two are so curious to find out why I called you here.” Donnie smiled, him and Raph getting up from they’re chairs, looking at they’re younger brothers with a deadpanned face. There was another awkward silence with all of them just staring at each other. 

The two youngest weren’t sure if they were called in Donnie’s lab for a legitimate reason or if this was some huge staring contest. Leo and Mikey exchanged worried glances, “Soooo…you gonna tell us or what?” Leo chuckled, crossing his arms trying to hide his nervousness at his twins vague answers. 

“Well, you and Mikey have been pranking me and Don a lot.” Raph said stating the obvious, only for Leo and Mikey to chuckle. “Is this what this is about? Are we in trouble or something?” Mikey giggled, nudging Leo in the elbow causing the older to snicker.

“You two aren’t in trouble per say. We just want to join in on the fun too!” Donnie smiled…a bit too sweetly. Leo crossed his arms, squinting suspiciously at his older brothers. “Join in on the fun?” The slider repeated. “Oh, but of course! The fun I’m personally thinking of starts with an r and ends with ‘evenge’. Isn’t that right, Raph?” Donnie grinned as Raph nodded his head.

Mikey gulped, “Wehell…Ihi just remembered I have to goho feed my pehet rock…so, uh…if you’ll excuse me I’ll just be on my way…” Mikey giggly said, nervously walking backwards to the opening door to the lab. Mikey attempted to open the lab door again and again but it just wasn’t budging. He turned around, trying to turn the knob but it wasn’t moving an inch. 

“The lab door is locked my dearest Angelo.” Donnie chuckled as he saw the youngest trying to pry the door open- an evil smile plastered on his face as he leaned against Raph’s side, crossing his arms. 

Well shit.

“You get Mikey, I’ll get Leo.” Raph instructed, walking towards Leo as Donnie walked towards Mikey, both of the older siblings wiggling they’re fingers slightly with huge evil grins on they’re faces. The two youngest looked at each other completely petrified, stepping away from the door and splitting up, going deeper into Donnie’s lab but making sure to keep they’re eyes on they’re “attackers.”

“Wahait! W-We cahan talk abohout thihis!” Leo giggled, putting his hands up as a way to try and stop Raph from…whatever him and Donnie were planning. Well- he did know what they were planning which is why he’s TRYING his very best not to think about it too much…

Now, don’t get Leo wrong, he can be a menace. He’s been called it many many times by different people, which he takes a LOT of pride in. And he can become even MORE a menace when he’s tickling one of his brothers. To funny remarks to rib-counting to teases. Leo was one scary of a Ler and that was just something you just couldn’t deny. 

But sadly, the universe wouldn’t allow Leo to be the only scary Ler in the family. The universe had to give him not 1 but 2 older siblings that were terrifying as FU- fudge when it came to tickling.

When it came to Raph and Donnie, they were just…vile. Finding every single possible way to tickle and fluster they’re Lee until they can’t even think straight. 

Since Raph was, like, a TITAN in turtle form, it’s completely impossible to escape him while he’s wrecking you. And since he’s the eldest he will just go on and on and ON about how he was “The best Tickle Monster.” And that stupid thing he would always do was give “Raph-berries.” Basically raspberries but he’s nibbling you as well and it was TORTUROUS. 

Now Donnie was an evil force to be reckoned with. For one, he would cheat. The softshell would use his spider arms to ping your arms up so you couldn’t squirm. And worst of all he would pretend as if him wrecking you was a whole big science experiment. Testing out his “hypothesis” or whatever other big words Donnie knew. 

So getting that out of the way, Leo knows he’s absolutely dead. Deceased. Expired. 6 feet under…

The red eared slider just knows he’s completely screwed. Based on the facial expressions, body language and overall demeanor of his older brothers, the two were out for revenge. And Leo and Mikey being more sensitive than them, (Leo being a tad bit more ticklish than Mikey), they knew they couldn’t stand a chance. All the two were doing was wiggling their fingers and Leo and Mikey were giggly messes…

“Talk about what, little brother? Talk about how you scared the living heck outta me with all those posters of Mrs. Cuddles that you put all over my room?” Raph taunted, stepping closer and closer to Leo making the younger giggle more frantically.

 “I-Ihit wahas funny though!” The younger one stammered, “Actually, now that you mention it…SHE’S RIGHT THERE, LOOK!” Leo screamed, pulling out a completely terrified look out of nowhere pointing somewhere ahead of him, pretending where he was pointing was Mrs. Cuddles.

Hey, he’s not called the Face-man for nothing! 

“Wait- WHAT? WHERE?!” Raph screamed, frantically looking around Donnie’s lab to try and spot Mrs. Cuddles. But the only thing he saw was a certain red eared slider running away from him.

Well played…

That little shit.

Before Leo could attempt to try to hide somewhere in the lab, Raph came from behind him, picking the younger up and putting him on his shoulder, carrying him to the middle of the lab where Donnie and Mikey were. Donnie already “captured” Mikey, using his spider arms to hold his arms so he couldn’t try and run away again. 

Leo started to hit the back of Raph’s shell, squirming to try and get out of the older’s hold as a bunch of giggly threats flooded out of his mouth. The snapper only rolled his eyes, poking Leo in the side causing the him to let out a surprised shriek followed by frantic laughs. “Don’t forget the position you're in, bud.”

“Yohou guhuys! Plehease dohon’t- noHO Deehee!” Mikey squealed as Donnie released him from his tech arms, sitting down on the carpet floor and pulling him into his lap as Raph did the same thing with Leo, sitting a little bit across from Donnie. Before the young genius could pin Mikey’s hands up- as he originally planned on doing, the youngest retracted into his shell, giggling smugly as Donnie tried to get him out by knocking on his shell repeatedly. 

“Hey! You can’t do that!” Donnie said, crossing his arms and glaring at his younger brother. “Toohoo bad. I juhust did.” Mikey taunted, happy he found a way to escape Donnie’s tickly wrath.

Leo, about to go into his shell too was immediately caught by Raph. The older held up his arms, grinning and raising a brow. “Where do you think you’re going, Lee?” Raph asked, chuckling as Leo plastered a nervous smile on his face. 

“Nohowhere…” The red eared slider giggled, looking around anywhere but Raph’s face before looking towards his younger brother who was soon about to break by the demon you would call Donatello.

“DeEHEE! NahAt the tUHuhUmmY!” Mikey squealed, squirming in his shell trying to get away from Donnie’s tickly fingers that were now dancing across his stomach. The older shook his head, grinning at the sound of the youngers frantic laughter.

“Then get out of your shell and fight like a real man!” Donnie taunted, which only caused Mikey to whine throughout his giggles but not coming out of his shell. Suddenly, Donnie stopped tickling his tummy, poking at the boxer turtle’s lower rib. “Boop.”

The younger's reaction was almost immediate as he came out of his shell completely to grab at Donnie’s wrists. “There we go~! See! Was that so hard?” Donnie smiled innocently, using his spider arms to pin Mikey’s arms up. Donnie just smiled at Mikey as Raph let go of Leo to begin tickling his sides.

“Pfft- nohohoho!” Leo giggled, hugging his middles and squirming a bit as Raph lightly scratched around his sides. The older one laughed in amusement, raising a brow and grinning at his reaction. “No? No, what? You two brought this upon yourselves!”

“Oho screw ohohoff!” Leo retorted, pushing at Raph’s wrists as Donnie just continued to look at the youngest, not doing anything quite yet. 

“Whahat?” Mikey asked, looking at his older brother who’s face looked like he was solving the worlds hardest math problem- but the genius probably did stuff like that for fun anyway.

“Hm? Oh…nothing. Just trying to remember where you’re most ticklish, Angelo…I can’t quite seem to remember…” The softshell muttered, crossing his arms and looking up intensely at his midnight purple ceiling.

“Wha-?! Whahat ahare yohou tahahalking about??? Yohou know my worst spot!” Mikey giggled, rolling his eyes at his brother who only shook his head. “My apologies, Mikey. I sadly do not. But…perhaps you could possibly tell me?” Donnie smiled, a smile which only caused Mikey’s face to go a bright red. “I aham nohot telling! Yohou already know!” 

Donnie laughed at the younger one’s answer, starting to trace his fingers along the place where Mikey’s shell met his neck- a known melt spot spot for the youngest. Mikey giggled slightly at the sensation, squirming a bit under Donnie’s hold. 

"Are you ticklish anywhere else?" Donnie asks, not stopping his tracing, looking down at his younger brother’s face that indeed looked like a tomato- which is really weird because he hasn’t even tickled him for that long!

“Noho! I’m not! Juhuhust lemme gohoho!” Mikey squealed, kicking his legs trying oh so desperately to get off his older brother’s lap. “No? You're lying to me, aren't you?" Donnie chuckles, still not stopping as he continued to trace Mikey’s melt spot. 

“I bet you're super ticklish. I just need to find the right spots! Just tell me where, and I'll be sure to avoid it like the plague." He pauses, giving the younger a chance to tell him where he was ticklish (because Donnie obviously didn’t know!). His voice was low and teasing now, a playful, taunting inflection in his words. "Or should I just start tickling you until I find out myself?"

Mikey just giggled, shaking his head and stomping his feet on the ground- determined to try and escape while he still could. “That's a yes, then?" Donnie chuckles, smiling a little to himself. "Alright, I'm going to take your lack of response as permission to tickle you." The softshell merely said as he now started to tickle the younger’s exposed underarms.

“HeHEY!” The boxer turtle shrieked, trying his best to squirm away from his older brother. “ThaHAT TIHIckles yohoU BiHIHiG jeHerk!” Mikey cried, regretting his words as soon as they came out. 

“Does it?" Donnie chuckles in fake surprise, continuing to tickle Mikey’s underarms, his hands being gentle- not getting to his worst spots…not yet at least. “You really shouldn’t have said that, Mike~!” He remarks, smiling as the younger one only laughed more at the tease. The second oldest soon began to pick up the pace of his tickly fingers, laughing as Mikey tried to hide his face in his elbow- not being able to hide them in his hands since his arms were pinned up.

“What are you squirming around for, hm?” I vividly remember you saying you weren’t ticklish anywhere else…” Donnie stated matter-of-factly. “IHI LIhihiED, AhaLRIGHT? Ihi lihihIED- dOHOn PLEHease! QuiHIT IHIT!” The younger admitted, his laugh muffled from hiding his face away in his arms.

“Do you hear that, Raph? This little shit lied to me! Can you believe that?!” Donnie cried dramatically before lightly scratching his fingers at the sides of Mikey’s neck- making the younger let out a high-pitched squeal; not hiding in his arm anymore as he threw his head back in full blown laughter. 

“I wouldn’t be lying to Donnie if I were in your position, Mike. Just saying.” Raph said casually as if there wasn’t a red eared slider in his lap, laughing his shell off and squirming like he’s being electrocuted. 

“And you. Stop squirming so much! Your making it hard to get your good spots!” Raph playfully scolded down at Leo, tickling at the younger’s ribs, chuckling as Leo grabbed his wrists and uselessly tried to pull them away. 

“Ihi’m gOHOnna gEhet yohOU guhuys baHAHAck soho bahahad yoHOu’ll wiHIsh yohOU neHEver knew meehee!” Leo threatened, lightly punching the air in hopes to hit Raph. Which- none of them did. But hey, A for effort, right?

“Oho I bet you are.” Raph laughed sarcastically as he began to tickle Leo’s stomach. “Someone has a ticklish tum-tum, I see~?” Raph teased as Leo’s face began to go almost as red as the oldest’s bandanna. “DOOHOO *snort* naHAT CAHaLL IhiT THAHAT!” Leo squealed, kicking his legs and throwing his head back in hysterics. 

“RAHAHPHIEEEE! PLEHEASE! STAHAP IHIT!” Leo cried, still trying to grab at Raph’s hands as they were lightly pushed out of the way each time he tried. Raph smirked as the younger pleaded, only making Raph tickle his stomach more lightly- almost feather-like. 

“I will stop as soon as you and Mikey apologize!” Raph smiled. “Agreed. As soon as you two apologize, we’ll stop reminding you two just how ticklish you are.” Donnie exclaimed as he began to knead Mikey’s thighs. The box turtle shrieked, kicking his legs in hopes that the kicking will make it harder for Donnie to tickle him there. 

“NAHAHA! DEEHEE! NAHAT *squeak* THEHEHERE!” Mikey squealed, still kicking his legs but Donnie’s hands stayed firm as he began to knead harder. “IHIT TIHIHICKLES! DAHANNIE *squeak* PLEHEASE *squeak* STAHAP!”

“Hm? What? What’s so funny Angelo?” Donnie asked, looking back at his younger brother who- by the way- looked like a full on turtle tomato. “WEEHEE’RE SORRY!” Mikey cackled. Donnie nodded his head, looking at Raph but not stopping tickling Mikey. 

“Hey, did Leo apologize yet?” Donnie asked. “Nope! Which I think is a bit rude considering your situation don’t you think, Leo?” Raph asked, stopping tickling Leo to let him breathe as Donnie did the same with Mikey. 

“Yohou are thehe woHORST older brohohother eveher…” Leo giggled at Raph, knowing he was absolute dead meat after that comment but couldn’t help himself. Mikey made a teasing ‘ooooh~!’ sound, giggling at Leo’s comment to they’re eldest brother. 

“Personally, I wohohould nohot tahake that amount of disrespect…” Mikey giggled as Raph only sighed, shaking his head before smirking. Raph flipped Leo around so that his shell was facing the ceiling- and as he did so Leo felt as if his soul left his entire body. 

Leo and his big mouth…

“AHAHA! NOHO! NOHO WAHAIT *snort* A SEHEHECOND!” Leo panicky giggled, kicking his legs and lightly punching on Raph’s thighs. “Waitwaitwaitwait- lehet’s tahalk- RahaHAHAPH! RAHAHAPH WAHAHAIT!” Leo giggly panicked, his laughter increasing as Raph slowly lowered his head to the back Leo’s knees, ALMOST touching it with his face. 

“What? Wait for what?” Raph grinned, waiting for Leo to reply but the only response he got from the slider was snorting cackles. Raph took a deep breath before blowing a raspberry on the back of Leo’s knees, causing the younger turtle to go absolutely mad in laughter. Leo covered his face with his hands, muffled cackles bouncing around the walls along with Mikey’s squeaky cackles as Donnie gave raspberries to Mikey’s stomach. 

“Jeeheez…you guys are really ticklish, huh~? I wonder how long they could last…what do you think, Don?” Raph asked before going back to blowing raspberries on the slider’s knees, not showing him any mercy now. 

“I estimate about 3 more minutes or so…but it doesn’t really matter because I don’t plan on stopping until I hear an apology from Leo~!” Donnie tauntingly sang, laughing as Leo and Mikey’s laughs became more louder after that. “Besides, these two had what was coming to them for a while.” 

Mikey absolutely paled at Donnie’s tease. This wasn’t fair! This wasn’t fair one bit! He already apologized! He surrendered!But because of Leo’s stupid comment and the denial that’s he’s the most ticklish out of all 4 of them, they’ll probably be here for an hour! 

“LEEHEEO! LEEHEEON *squeak* PLEHEHEASE! JUHUHUST AHAPOHOL- *squeak*” Mikey cackled as Donnie began to blow raspberries on Mikey’s ribs now, scribbling his fingers along his sides too.

“So? What’s it gonna be, Leo? Have you had enough?” The eldest asked as Leo only glared at him through his laughter, throwing his head back again. Leo shook his head, banging his fists on the carpet. The poor slider was trying to act high and mighty but was still squirming like a fish out of water trying to get back into the ocean…

Or, in this case, trying not to get tickled to pieces.

“Stop squirming, Leo. You aren’t going anywhere. I could do this allllll day.” Raph teased as he blew another raspberry on Leo’s stomach. “Well, scientifically speaking, you can.” Donnie said, stopping giving Mikey raspberries but still tickling his stomach with both hands. 

“I was doing some research for um…scientific purposes and I figured out that alligator snapping turtles and softshell turtles can hold they’re breaths for an hour. So, as long as we take certain breaths now and again we could blow raspberries on Leo and Mikey’s ticklish tummies for as long as we-“

“WEEHEE GEHET IHIT!!!” The two youngest screamed, not wanting to hear anymore of Donnie’s “scientific discoveries” about how him and Raph were the most devious ticklish monsters on the planet.

Donnie and his dumb-dumb research.

“Huh…you don’t say…” Raph smiled, trying to test Donnie’s theory about the whole “not needing to breath thing for an hour” thing. He blew probably like the millionth raspberry on Leo’s stomach. 

 And…Donnie was right! Not that he had one single doubt on his immediate younger brother’s genius of course! It just sounded too good to be true! He will definitely be using this tactic on Leo and Mikey in the future…and maybe April too! He’s definitely not scared of the aftermath of when he does that to her… 

Raph smiled, not being taking a single breath as he continued to give a raspberry to the back of one of Leo’s knees. Raph was enjoying this new skill he could do very well! Leo on the other hand…was going absolutely ballistic.

“NAHAO, *snort* AHANYWHERE *snort* EHELSE! NAHAT *snort* THEHE KNEEHEEHEES!” Leo screamed, punching Raph’s thighs lightly again. “Awh~? Why not~? Is this a bad spot, Lee?” Raph teased into Leo’s knees, finding this whole situation quite amusing indeed. 

“OHOMIGAHAHA-!!! YEHES! IHIT’S *snort* SOHO FREEHEEAKING BAHAHAD!” Leo cackled, not knowing what to do but just laugh and kick his legs. He was absolutely defenseless! There was nothing more he could do but just take it! “So…it tickles? Would you say this tickles too~?” Raph asked as he began to nibble at the back of Leo’s knees along with giving raspberries at the same time. Or, “Raph-berries” if you  will. 

“RAHAHAPH! NAHAH- *snort* IHI HAHATE YOHOHAHAH!” Leo snorted, his hands starting to flap against the carpet floor, making light thumping noises. 

Raph laughed, a smile still plastered on his face- but instead of that eat shit-and-die” expression he had on earlier, this smile was way more fond. 

Fun fact: Anytime Leo was tickled by his siblings, he younger would start happy stimming with his hands. His siblings think it’s the most adorable thing ever- much to Leo’s disagreement.

And it was so funny because he couldn’t even deny that he hated being tickled (even though he did anyway)! The evidence was right there!

“You didn’t answer my question, little bro! Does it tickle?” Raph pressed on, eager to get an answer out of his younger brother. “ *YEHES! MY GAHAHAD! OHOBVIOUSLY!” Leo screamed, still trying to kick Raph off of him.

“Just making sure!” The oldest smiled sweetly, still not stopping his new ability on  the second youngest’s knees. Leo whined throughout his cackles, covering his face once more. “Don’t be like that, little bud! You know you love it!” Raph teased. 

“NAHAO *snort* THE HEHEHELL IHI *snort* DOHOHON’T!” Leo screamed, happy stimming with his hands again.

“Your body language says otherwise, bud.” Raph teased back. 

Back with the PB&J Duo, Donnie an idea sparked in the genius’ head. His eyes sparkled as he grinned at Mikey- causing the youngest to gulp in nervousness. He knew what his older brother was planning…

“Dohonatello- Dohon’t yohou dahahare…” Mikey warned, glaring at Donnie as a warning. But that so-called warning only made Donnie laugh. “Oh I dare. Oh I so, so dare, Angelo.” Donnie taunted before blowing raspberries on Mikey’s plastron where his ribs would be. 

The younger let out a glass shattering squeal, causing Donnie and everyone in the lab to flinch a bit. But like Leo- Mikey can’t really do anything but just laugh at this point. 

“PLEHEHEHEASE! DAHAN- *squeak*! STAHAP!” Mikey cackled, kicking Donnie in the side with his knees which only caused Donnie to chuckle. “I think our little brothers have mutated into a pig and mouse.” Raph laughed, both him and Donnie laughing at the comment- because they couldn’t really deny that fact that. 

“OKAHAY! OKAHAY!” Leo screamed, his hands flapping on Raph’s thighs repeatedly. The older chuckled at the gesture, fighting every ounce of him not to take a picture with Donnie’s phone right now at the younger’s adorableness. “Okay, what Lee~?”

“IHIHI’M SAHAHARRY!!” Leo snorted, his hands still flapping happily and Raph couldn’t help but laugh fondly at it. “Should we let them go, Raphie?” Donnie asked, still nibbling at Mikey’s plastron but eyes on Raph, waiting for his answer. 

“Yeheah, we should. We don’t want to accidentally kill them...” Raph said to his immediate younger brother, chuckling at his own joke. The two oldest stopped tickling the two youngest, letting the two just relax in they’re laps; trying to catch they’re breaths.

“Oho my gohod….” Leo breathed out, turning to his side so he could see both Donnie and Mikey. Raph laughed as he rubbed the younger one’s head; trying to soothe him. The younger teen squirmed, holding Raph’s wrist as the older laughed some more. “I’m not gonna tickle you, bud.” He said, continuing to rub Leo’s head as the red eared slider stopped holding his wrists, excepting the gesture. 

“Thahat was fuhun!” Mikey giggled with Leo, sitting up and leaning on Donnie’s plastron- now being able to use all of his limbs. The softshell then used his spider arms to give the pranking duo two glasses of water- which the two happily accepted. 

“Speak fohor yourself…” Leo giggly grumbled, putting the finished glass of water to the side after drinking it and leaning on Raph’s plastron. 

“So! I guess now you two know not to mess with your older brothers, right?” Donnie asked, wrapping Mikey in a hug before lightly squeezing his sides, causing the younger to let out a screech. “YeHES! We learned our lesson, okahay?! Jeeheez! Couldn’t you have warned us in text or something?” Mikey whined, pushing at Donnie’s face lightly.

“Nah. This was way more fun.” Raph and Donnie both said, smiling as the two youngest groaned fondly at they’re answer to Mikey’s question. 

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This fic has been a WIP for a LONG ASS TIME so I decided to finish as soon as my stupid exams ended and post it lol-

But srsly- I love this HC for Raph and Donnie sm it’s so evil <3 I hope everyone enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it :D

(Also sorry if the phrasing and/or pacing is weird- this is my first time writing with two lees and two lers- I dunno what I’m doing 😭💀😂)

P.S. Since Summer just started for me I will be able to work on more of my WIP’s so keep watch for ‘em :p

[starg0ld]

I headcanon Albedo as demisexual. He's usually too busy with his work and research to even be interested in such mundane matters. He wouldn't see the point of it, especially since he is such a reserved person. He would only be able to develop some kind of attraction towards someone if he and that specific person had a strong emotional bond. It's not impossible, but they just should have the right chemistry.

Since he lacks experience in relationships, Albedo might be unsure of how to act on them. He would likely try to mimic behaviors he’s read about in books or follow his partner's lead. For him, exploring feelings would feel like a significant experiment. He wouldn’t rush into intimacy, but over time, he might naturally consider it, wanting to explore that aspect of the relationship as long as his partner is comfortable.

Additionally, I believe Albedo could be bisexual or pansexual. He wouldn’t focus much on his partner's gender; instead, he would be drawn to their individuality and intelligence.

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Blue Eyes and the Lone Star Sky - Chapter 4

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Female OC

Warnings: Language, slight angst, phone sex, smut!, fingering, oral

WC: 9.7k

Notes: So sorry for the long wait! It has been a busy month but I am finally back to writing. First time writing smut so please let me know any thoughts or feedback!

“You did what?!” Lindsey’s voice rang from Tatum’s phone as she got ready for Paige’s game. She had thought about the kiss all night, needing to call one of her best friends to unpack what happened before seeing the blonde again. “Tell us everything!”

“Okay we went to my appointment and went back to my place for movie night like we always do. After dinner I went to wash my face and couldn’t reach something so she came to grab it and we just kinda looked at each other for a while until I asked her to kiss me. But then after we said nothing about it! Like literally nothing, just went about our night watching a movie and she left!” Tatum groaned.

“First of all, get it T! She’s fucking hot!” Lindsey laughed, ducking her head as Kristen threw a pillow her way. “What?! I have eyes!”

“You’re supposed to be helping me Linds, not talking about how hot she is!” Tatum laughed. “What do I do? Like do I bring it up today or just wait until she says something?”

“I think you bring it up but if you’re worried about it, I wouldn’t blame you for waiting for her lead. Just read the room and do what you think is best to be honest.” Lindsey stated, turning to Kristen to see what her answer was. “What do you think babe?”

“Honestly same. If you’re super worried about it, just wait to see what she says. I would be shocked if she didn’t say something about it today.” Kristen smiled, watching Tatum nod her head as she made her way out to the living room to grab her purse.

“Thanks y’all, I needed that advice. I texted her this afternoon about the game but haven’t heard anything so I’ve been spiraling now. Like I know she’s busy but the timing sucks!” Tatum exclaimed, checking the time on her watch as she slipped on her shoes. “Oh fuck I’m late! Okay love y’all!”

“Love you! Tell us how it goes!” Lindsey waved, hanging up the facetime.

~~~

Tatum made her way to the court following the game to congratulate Paige on yet another amazing game. Paige had put up 26 points and the team won by 15, the team on track to have a dominant season with their new additions. She watched as Paige greeted a few fans, signing autographs and taking some photos before noticing Tatum and making her way over to her.

“You had such a great game P, congrats!” Tatum smiled, leaning in for a hug.

“Thanks love.” Paige smiled, pulling back slightly to look at Tatum when she heard her name called from behind. Seeing the team’s social media manager waving her over, Paige nodded and turned back to Tatum to say a quick goodbye. “Hey I have to run real quick but my place tonight? I’ll pay if you wanna pick up food on the way home.”

“Yeah that sounds good but I can pay.” Tatum smiled, running through food options in her head. “Pluckers?”

Paige laughed, knowing the brunette had been talking about Pluckers for days, it being her most recent craving. “Yeah T, if that’s what you want, that’s what we can eat. Just get me my normal order and I should be home around the same time as you.”

Tatum nodded, leaning in for another hug from Paige and left to pick up their dinner. By the time she made it to the restaurant and got their food, she had received a text from Paige letting her know she had made it back to the apartment.

Ima take a shower ma but door is open when you get here

Making her way inside of Paige’s place, she took her shoes off and set the food down on the kitchen island, yelling to let Paige know it was just her. She started to unpack the food when she heard faint footsteps approaching her, seeing Paige make her way out with a big smile, sports bra and pajama pants slung low on her hips.

How does she look better every fucking time I see her?! Tatum thought to herself, staring at Paige as she made her way over to her.

“You see something you like?” Paige grinned, walking up to Tatum and placing her hand on her hip.

“Maybe.” Tatum whispered, glancing away from Paige’s abs to her face briefly before closing her eyes.

Paige leaned down, her mouth next to Tatum’s ear when she spoke again. “You can stare all you want as long as you keep those pretty eyes on me baby.”

Tatum let out a whimper at Paige’s words, her low voice traveling straight to her core. Neither spoke for a minute, the two breathing each other in before Tatum turned her head to the side and pulled Paige in for a searing kiss. Paige’s hand traveled up from the shorter girl's hip to grasp the back of her head, fingers intertwined with her natural curls as Tatum’s hands found Paige’s abdomen. Paige pressed Tatum further into the island, a low moan exiting her mouth as the cold granite met her back. Tatum pulled Paige closer, their bodies melding together as their tongues met. The passionate kiss continued for a few minutes, lungs beginning to burn at the lack of oxygen but both too needy for each other to pull away just yet. Finally, Paige pulled back, taking a much needed deep breath while she rested her forehead against Tatum’s.

“Fuck.” Tatum whispered, pulling back further to look into Paige’s eyes, smile wide on the blonde’s face.

“Yeah.” Paige hummed, wiping the corner of her mouth and laughing. “Don’t know why I waited so long to do that.”

“Fuck I don’t know either.” Tatum laughed, hands still on Paige’s stomach when she heard it growl. Laughing harder, Tatum pushed Paige back and turned around to continue unpacking the food. “Sounds like someone is hungry.”

Looking Tatum up and down, Paige grinned. “Yeah in more ways than one.” She stated below her breath, laughing as Tatum coughed at the statement.

“Shut up and eat your food.” Tatum smirked and handed her the takeout container, making her way to the couch so she could eat.

The remainder of the night was spent on Paige’s couch, Tatum tucked into her side as they watched the next episode of Grey’s Anatomy. It wasn’t long until Paige felt Tatum’s breath even out, knowing sleep was quickly going to overtake her when they finished dinner. She maneuvered them to give Tatum more space to spread out, a smile on her face as the brunette curled up further into her, lips now pressed against her neck. 

Paige knew she should wake her up, Tatum still in the jersey and skirt she wore to the game, but she didn’t have it in her to disturb her, liking the peace that reflected on her face at the moment. I’ll give her a few minutes and then wake her up, she thought, her hand finding Tatum’s back to rub lightly. They laid there together, Paige watching Tatum as she slept until she fell asleep herself, the two intertwined on her couch until the early morning.

~~~

Tatum woke up early the next morning, hair plastered against her forehead as she was cuddled into the side of Paige. Pushing herself to her elbows, she watched as Paige shifted at the loss of her warmth, her hand finding Tatum’s arm and pulling her back down.

“Where you going?” Paige whispered, eyes still closed.

“Paige you should really sleep in your bed, this cannot be comfortable.” Tatum answered, already seeing the pain that Paige would be in the next day with the position she was in, her neck strained to one side and body half off the couch.

“Fine,” Paige groaned, opening her eyes slowly and sitting the two of them up. “Stay with me?”

Tatum’s heart strained at the sound of Paige’s sleep laced voice, “I have nothing to wear and I have to get out of this.” Tatum whispered, laughing softly as she looked at her appearance. Her jersey was untucked and half hanging off her body, her skirt riding up her thighs as she slept. 

“You can wear something of mine T.” Paige hummed, hoping the brunette would give in and stay the night with her, something about the early hours making Paige feel needy for her company.

Thinking it over for a moment, Tatum decided to give in and allow herself the pleasure of staying the night, not wanting to give up the warmth of Paige’s body for her cold, empty bed. Nodding, Tatum stood up from the couch, fixing her skirt and reaching her hand out for Paige to join her. “Okay.” 

They made their way into Paige’s room, the blonde quickly finding a pair of shorts and a tank top for Tatum to change into. Throwing them her way, she watched as Tatum began to change, a laugh erupting from her as she turned around to show Paige her new outfit. The shorts slung low on her hips to accommodate for her growing bump and tank top being nothing more than a glorified sports bra with her larger chest.

“I knew my boobs grew but holy fuck this does not fit.” Tatum laughed as she climbed into the bed, blush creeping up her chest and she watched Paige eye her body. 

“I’m not complaining.” Paige smirked, dodging Tatum’s slap and pulling her further down the bed with her. “No need to hit me cause I’m telling the truth! Plus, you look really good in my clothes T.”

“Goodnight Paige.” Tatum hummed, ignoring her comments and closing her eyes.

“Night love.” Paige smiled as she drifted back to sleep, the weight of Tatum on her side a welcomed addition.

~~~

Should’ve let you talk me into coming with you :(

Paige smiled as she checked the message from Tatum, deciding to call her while she got ready for the game. The facetime connected quickly, Tatum setting her phone up as she moved around her kitchen making lunch.

“You missin’ me already?” Paige laughed, watching Tatum shake her head and smile.

“Shut up!” Tatum whined, “I’m not telling you anything if you’re gonna make fun of me.”

“Nah it’s cute T, I miss you too. We fly back Monday though so I’ll come over when I get home.” 

“Ugh fine.” Tatum pouted, tired of being in her empty apartment all day while Paige was gone. “Y’all have any plans after the game tonight? I know Azzi said she would be at the game.”

“They said something about going out but nothing is set yet.” Paige shrugged, she was excited to see her friend again and catch up, but after the kiss with Tatum, all she could think about was talking to her.

“That’ll be fun!” Tatum smiled, happy the two were getting together while Paige was in Connecticut. She knew how much the blonde was missing her college friends and loved that they were coming out to support her.

“Yeah I’m looking forward to it.” Paige smiled, turning as she heard a knock at her door. “Oh shit I gotta go. I’ll text you tonight T!”

“Okay! Kill it out there for me tonight.” Tatum hummed as the call disconnected.

~~~

“F-fuck,” Tatum moaned, chest heaving as she tossed in bed. Her hands moved, finding her breast as she tweaked her nipple, body lifting in pleasure. Eyes still closed, she continued to touch herself, mouth open as whines escaped. As she quickly neared her peak, she heard her phone buzz, ignoring it the first time when it happened again. “Ugh!” She groaned, turning over to find two messages from Paige, a photo of her and Azzi, smiles bright and eyes low, an effect of their night out, and a quick ‘you up?’

Tatum stared at the photo of the girls for a few minutes, looking at the way Paige’s veins flexed down her hand and arm as she held up a peace sign. Immediately thoughts filled her mind at those hands, how they could touch her, please her. She didn’t notice how long she had been staring at the photo until her phone began to ring, a call from Paige incoming.

“Am I not important enough now to get a text back?” Paige hummed, voice deep.

Blood rushed to Tatum’s face at the realization she was caught, her read receipts showing just how long she had been looking over the message. “Sorry.” She whispered, her voice failing her in that moment.

“Did I wake you ma?” Paige asked.

“Not really,” Tatum groaned, still feeling the heat in her core from earlier, unsatisfied. Wanting to change the subject from her so she didn’t embarrass herself with how needy she was feeling. “How was your night out with Azzi?”

“It was good, missed having you there with me though.” Paige smiled, diving into a story about the way people kept sending her drinks to celebrate her win.

Tatum tried listening to the story but Paige’s voice kept dipping down as she drawled on, hitting Tatum’s core with every word. She moved the phone, pressing up against her ear as she worked her hand over her body, trying to not make any noise as she listened to Paige in hopes of the blonde not knowing what she was doing. Moving her hand across her chest, she let out a quiet whine at the feeling.

“You good T?” Paige asked, ears perking at the whine and movement from the other end of the phone.

“Yeah, sorry!” Tatum answered, hand stilling on her chest and trying to keep her voice steady. “Sounds like you had a fun night.” 

“I did.” Paige hummed, the alcohol in her system enough to push her to try her luck with Tatum, need growing as she thought about Tatum’s actions. “Whachu doin’ baby?”

“Oh nothing, sorry I’m just-” Tatum took a deep breath, unsure of what to say, “tired.” 

“Nah baby I heard that whine.” 

Before Paige could speak up again Tatum spoke up. “Paige please,” Tatum whined, swallowing her pride and deciding to ask for help, voice dropping to a whisper as she admitted it. “I’m so fucking horny Paige.”

“Hey, I’m right here baby, let me help you. You touchin’ yourself already?”

“No.” Tatum’s voice squeaked, unsure what to do next, laughing as she realized the situation she was in. “Sorry I’ve never done this before.”

“That’s okay T, just listen to me and do what I say, okay?”

“Okay.” Tatum whispered, body straining to be touched again.

“Good, now I want you to take your clothes off. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” Tatum nodded, stripping down to nothing, whining as the air hit her nipples, the sensation running straight to her core. “They’re off. Can I touch myself, please?”

“Not just yet baby, I want you to touch your nipples first.” Paige hummed, her own hand mirror Tatum’s as she began touching herself. She quickly heard Tatum’s moans, wishing she could see Tatum’s face in the moment. “Fuck I wish I was there to help you baby.”

Tatum’s breath hitched, picturing Paige’s large hands across her chest, engulfing her growing breasts. “Paige please, I need you so bad. I’m so fucking wet.”

“Soon baby,” Paige whispered, a groan escaping at the desperation in her voice, “Now go ahead and touch that pretty pussy for me.”

Tatum moved her hand down her body, fingers dipping down to gather her juices, spreading the wetness across her clit and moaning at the sensation before she began circling the bud. “Fuck!”

“Good girl, just like that baby.” Paige moaned, moving to strip down so she could join Tatum. Tatum smirked at the movement, enjoying the sounds of Paige touching herself on the other end of the phone. Lust racing through her at the thought, she decided to dip her fingers down again, sliding a finger inside herself with a loud moan. “God I love those pretty moans, baby.”

“P-Paige! I need you so bad, baby.” Tatum whined, her fingers getting her close but not enough. Shifting, she placed her phone on speaker so she could use her other hand, finding her nipple.

“Add another finger baby.” Paige commanded, a moan erupting from Tatum at the change, “That feel good?”

“Yes! Fuck baby yes!” Tatum moaned, rapidly approaching the edge. This moan spurred Paige on, her own end coming fast. “Paige I’m so close!”

“Good girl,” Paige smiled as she listened to Tatum fall apart. “Cum for me baby, just like that. I’m right there with you.”

“Paige!” Tatum moaned loudly as she came, her eyes rolling and mouth dropping as she felt her cum leak out of her. The sound of her name pushed Paige over the edge, a long moan escaping her. The two continued to work themselves as they came down, breathing heavily together.

“Holy fuck Paige,” Tatum giggled, realizing what just happened. “That was-”

“So fucking hot,” Paige hummed, “Damn I’ll do this every night with you if you let me.”

“I was gonna say a lot but yeah, maybe.” Tatum blushed, suddenly getting very self-conscious about what they did.

Noticing how quiet Tatum went, Paige decided to facetime her, thinking being able to look her in the eyes would help with ensuring the brunette that this was okay. The facetime connected quickly, Tatum lifting the phone up, face illuminated by her tv.

“Needed to see that pretty face.” Paige drawled, mirroring the smile on Tatum’s face. 

“Shut up.” Tatum shifted at the praise, her arm draping over her chest to hide herself a bit as she turned to her side, the new angle giving a good look for Paige at her body. 

“Nah for real T, been missin’ you.” Paige paused, lifting her hair slightly off her sweaty neck before speaking again. “Didn’t expect our call to go that way tonight but I’m not mad at all.”

“Sorry,” Tatum whispered, “I’ve been so worked up since you left and guess I just… snapped tonight.” 

“Don’t be sorry at all, I mean it baby.” Paige insisted, smile on her face as she watched Tatum visibly relax. “Hey why don’t you get cleaned up and go to sleep baby? I kept you up late.”

“Okay.” Tatum nodded, “Thank you, Paige.”

“Always Tatum. I’m always down for round two when you are.” Paige smirked, laughing at the blush that rushed to Tatum’s face.

“Horny ass.” Tatum giggled, shaking her head. “Text me tomorrow?”

“When do I not? Night love.” 

“Goodnight P.”

~~~

Tatum laid by the pool, her body tingling with the hot summer sun as she tanned. Soft music played from her phone and she watched some kids play in the shallow end of the pool. Hearing her phone buzzing, she reached to find a text from Paige.

Wyd baby?

Ever since the call with Paige two nights prior, their messages had been turning more and more flirty, the two falling headfirst over the line between friends and something more and neither wanting to stop. Smiling at the use of the pet name, Tatum decided to respond with a selfie. Lifting her phone, she posed, her light blue bikini standing out against her tan skin and took two photos. One with her smile bright on her face, the other lower as she pulled the side of her bikini bottoms down a bit to show the tan lines.

Laying out by the pool :) you?

It didn’t take long before Paige read the message, a string of messages incoming soon after.

Holy fuck T

You look so fucking good

Can’t believe people are getting to see you like that and I’m not there

Swear I’m gonna lose my mind if I don’t get back soon

Tatum laughed, growing to learn that Paige was one to be dramatic when she wanted something. 

What is it you said the other night?

Ahh I think I remember

Soon baby :)

When are y’all coming back?

I think we should be landing like 10 tonight

Too late to see you before you go to sleep?

Tatum felt her heart flutter at the thought of seeing Paige after the last few days. She knew they had some stuff to talk about, their current relationship a major topic, but that was something they could discuss later, first they both were just looking forward to having the other in their arms.

Never too late for you

Call me when y’all land and I’ll be up

~~~

Tatum heard a knock at her front door and glanced at the clock, smirking when she saw the time, Paige’s 20 minute drive only taking her 10 minutes. Opening the door, she saw the blonde in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie hanging from her shoulders, her black sports bra on display underneath. Stepping aside, Tatum opened the door further to let Paige in, feeling her strong hands grasp her arm as she tried to move, the taller girl pulling her into a tight hug.

“Hi,” Tatum whispered, leaning into Paige further, not knowing what else to say at that moment.

Paige pulled away from the hug, watching as Tatum dipped her head slightly, not yet looking the blonde in her eyes. Reaching up, she put her hand on Tatum’s chin, lifting her head and leaning down slightly so they were closer. “Nah don’t get quiet on me baby.”

Tatum felt the courage in that moment to surge forward, bringing Paige into a searing kiss. Pulling back, the two smiled at each other, before Tatum spoke up. “Sorry, I missed you.”

“I missed you too T.” Paige hummed, tongue peeking out the side of her mouth as she smirked. “You wanna sit down or just make out at the door all night?” 

“Shut up!” Tatum blushed, covering her face with her hands and groaning, turning away from Paige to make her way further into the apartment. Paige grabbed Tatum’s hand, the two sitting on the couch with Tatum pinned to the blonde’s side.

“It’s cute baby, don’t worry.” Paige smiled, enjoying the feeling of Tatum in her arms. “What’d you do all night?”

“Got some work done after the game and then my mom called.” Tatum rolled her eyes slightly, annoyance still filling her from the call. “Brandon has a tournament in Austin tomorrow so she was asking if I could go. She also asked how dating was going and if I was bringing anyone with me. I guess it’s better than asking if I was bringing Noah with me.”

“I’m sorry ‘bout that T,” Paige hummed, “Wish I could go with ya but I have some sponsor shit I gotta do after practice.”

“It’s okay Paige, I told her I would try to make it but I’m still not sure if I’m gonna go.” Tatum shrugged. “I love her but she has got to learn that I’m an adult and she can’t make every decision for me.”

“You’re strong as hell, you know that right?” Paige smiled, rubbing Tatum’s back. “Ain’t easy being the oldest, I get that.”

“Thanks P.” Tatum smiled.

The two sat in silence for a while, enjoying each other’s company after Paige had been gone for a week. Remembering an earlier conversation, Tatum shifted in Paige’s lap, gasping and slapping her shoulder. “OMG I forgot to tell you! Mrs. Black had her grandson out at the pool today when I was tanning and she came to see me to say hi. I had told her about the pregnancy and all and as she was leaving she goes ‘You know sweetheart, I like you and Paige together. Y’all are such a cute couple.’ I had to tell her, you know, thanks but we aren’t together and this sweet old lady goes ‘Weird. I could’ve sworn I heard y’all the other night.’ WHAT?!”

Paige bursted into laughter at the realization that the older woman must’ve heard Tatum when they were on the phone a few nights prior, her moans seeping through the walls into Mrs. Black’s apartment. “I knew our walls were thin but damn you mean she heard you the whole night?”

Tatum nodded, shock and shame painting her face as she thought about the situation again. “Yes! That’s exactly what she meant! I didn’t even know how to react cause what do you even say to that?! And then she just giggled a bit and told me she would be seeing us around and to not worry about the noise. She said she understood the need! I have never been so embarrassed before Paige!”

“Yo that’s crazy that she said that to you.” Paige laughed, thrown by the straightforwardness of their neighbor. “I mean my place isn't directly next to hers...”

Tatum laughed, slapping Paige’s shoulder at the comment. “Paige! This is serious! She damn near heard me yell your name and you’re talking about ‘let’s go to my place instead!’”

“Can you blame me? Been thinking about you for days baby.” Paige groaned, reaching her hand out to bring Tatum closer, the brunette lifting herself up and straddling her lap. “See that’s more like it.”

Tatum ducked her head into Paige’s neck, the blonde moving her hands to cup Tatum’s ass, rocking her hips against her lap causing a quiet moan to escape Tatum’s lips. Tatum attached her lips under Paige’s neck, kissing and sucking lightly, coaxing a low groan from Paige, smile forming on Tatum’s face as she heard the effect she was having on her.

“Baby if you don’t stop Mrs. Black is gonna hear me fuck you in a minute.” Paige groaned, hand moving up to Tatum’s hair and pulling lightly, eyes rolling at the moan that escaped Tatum at the action. “You tryna go to my place T?”

“Just fuck me here, please. Can’t wait.” Tatum whined, the thought of waiting any longer killing her. 

“Needy girl,” Paige smirked, grinding her hips up into Tatum. “Go ‘head and take those clothes off baby.”

Tatum quickly climbed off Paige’s lap, her tank top and shorts coming off leaving her in just a pink thong. She looked down at Paige as she waited for further instructions, the blonde unable to speak as she looked her up and down repeatedly. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Paige whispered under her breath.

Tatum shifted under her gaze, taking a slow step forward until she was standing between Paige’s legs, watching as Paige flexed her hands on her knees before they were rising up and yanking Tatum back down.

“Paige,” Tatum moaned at the feeling of clothed core meeting the rough texture of Paige’s sweatpants. She moved her hips tentatively, pressing her clit down harder on her lap.

“Good fucking girl,” Paige growled, leaning her head back slightly so she could get a better view of the girl in front of her. Tatum preened at the words, eyes rolling back as she continued to move, soaking through her thong and the wet spot on Paige’s sweatpants growing with each movement. “You’re so fucking wet baby.”

Tatum’s head dipped down, her forehead meeting Paige’s shoulder as she continued working herself, the pressure not enough to get her to her much needed edge. “Please,” she whined, “Please finger me baby.”

“You wanna ride my fingers T?” Paige grinned, shifting them slightly so she could slip her hand between the brunette’s thighs.

Tatum nodded sharpy at this, feeling a rush of liquid leak out of her at the thought. “Yes baby, so fucking bad.” 

It didn’t take long until Tatum felt Paige pull her thong to the side and press her thumb against her clit, core clenching at the pressure and back arching. She stared at the veins in the blonde’s arm as she moved slightly, gasping loudly as she felt a long finger enter her slowly. 

“So fucking tight baby.” Paige groaned, thrusting her finger up and watching as Tatum’s eyes rolled back with the movement. 

Tatum began grinding her hips down on Paige’s hand, clit rubbing against her palm and finger hitting that spot that made her see stars. Paige could tell that Tatum needed more, inserting another finger as she attached her mouth to her nipple, Tatum tightening around Paige’s fingers with the change.

“Fuck!” Tatum shouted, lifting up slightly and slamming herself back down into Paige’s hand, rapidly approaching her edge. She continued to bounce in Paige’s lap, head thrown back and mouth hanging open as moans escaped her.

“Just like that baby, cum for me.” Paige hummed, moving to Tatum’s other nipple, her free hand giving her a quick spank and moving her to her waist to help with her movements.

It didn’t take long for Tatum to break, cum seeping out of her as Paige continued to work her fingers inside, holding Tatum against her hand so she couldn’t move away. Slowly, Paige pulled her hand out from her thighs, fingers dripping as she raised her hand to her mouth and sucked, groaning at the taste. “Taste so fucking good baby,” Paige moaned, removing her fingers and bringing them to Tatum’s face. “Open.” 

Tatum’s mouth dropped at the order, tongue flattening as she waited for Paige’s fingers. The blonde placed her fingers on her tongue, slowly pushing them further into her mouth as Tatum sucked, not stopping until they were completely clean. Opening her mouth with a pop, Tatum sat back a bit, a string of spit connecting her lips and Paige’s hand as she removed her fingers and moved it to Tatum’s cheek.

Pulling Tatum down, the two connected for a kiss, tongue’s connecting as Tatum gripped Paige’s hair, yanking tightly. “Fuck baby,” Paige moaned, wetness flooding her boxers at the sting and hips raising slightly, chasing her touch.

Tatum pulled back and got off of her lap, sinking to her knees in front of Paige and hooking her fingers in the waistband of the blonde’s sweatpants, looking up to find Paige staring at her intently, bottom lip between her lips and nodding sharply. At the nod, Tatum yanked Paige’s sweatpants and boxers down quickly, a loud whimper escaping at the sight of her glistening cunt. 

“Need to see you,” Tatum whispered, hands pushing Paige’s sweatshirt up slightly, the blonde quickly stripping herself of her jacket and sports bra. 

With the blonde now bare in front of her, Tatum pulled her to the edge of the couch and spread her legs further, dropping faint kisses along her strong thighs. Enjoying the way Paige strained for her touch, Tatum took her time rubbing her hands across her body, avoiding the area she craved most.

“Please T,” Paige groaned, threading her fingers through Tatum’s hair, the girls making eye contact. “Need you so bad baby, please.”

Tatum wasted no time after this, maintaining eye contact as she connected her lips to Paige’s clit, sucking sharply, watching as Paige’s eyes rolled back and hips lifted. “Fuck!” Paige moaned, fingers tightening in Tatum’s hair. 

Tatum continued working her tongue over Paige’s clit, one hand reaching up to play with her nipple while the other gripped her thigh tightly. Pulling back with a smirk on her face, Tatum watched as Paige groaned, pleas on her lips as she begged for more. Sitting back on her heels, Tatum brought her fingers to Paige’s core, inserting two easily and curling them up. She watched as Paige fell apart on her fingers, loving the way her body clenched with each movement, mouth hanging open. 

“Look so fucking good like this baby.” Tatum hummed, leaning back in to connect her mouth to Paige’s clit, moaning against her core at the feeling of her fingers getting sucked in even deeper.

“So fucking close baby, please.” Paige moaned, grinding her hips against the brunette’s face as she chased her end. “Gonna cum, fuck!”

Tatum continued to work the blonde through her orgasm, groaning as the taste of her cum filled her mouth, lapping up every drop that leaked from her core. It wasn’t until Paige pushed her head away that she stopped, sitting back on her heels with a grin on her face at the fucked out look she was met with. Standing back up, Tatum straddled Paige’s lap, collapsing against her chest as they both caught their breath.

“Holy fuck T.” Paige laughed, pulling Tatum in for a kiss, groaning at the taste of herself on the brunette’s tongue.

“Yeah,” Tatum giggled against her mouth, pulling back to look down at Paige. “Stay with me?”

“Of course.” Paige whispered, shifting to stand and lifting Tatum with her as if she weighed nothing, making their way into Tatum’s room.

Once they got to Tatum’s bathroom, Paige placed her down, the shorter girl turning on the shower as Paige grabbed towels for them. After turning on some soft music, the two got in the shower, enjoying the comfort and proximity of each other under the warm water. Quickly, they both finished up, Tatum stepping out first and drying off while Paige rinsed her hair out. 

“What time you gotta leave tomorrow?” Tatum asked, making her way into her closet to grab a pair of boxers and pajamas to sleep in.

“Gotta be at the gym by 7 so I’ma try to leave by 6:30.” Paige hummed, stepping out and drying off. 

“Wake me up with you? Wanna work out before the game to keep my mind off whatever dumb shit my moms gonna say while we are there.” 

“Of course T.” Paige smiled, setting her alarm and joining the shorter girl in bed and pulling her into her side. “Tomorrows gonna be fine with your mom, I promise.”

“Thank you,” Tatum whispered, looking up at Paige with a smile on her face before giving the blonde a quick kiss, returning her head to her chest to sleep. “For everything P, for your help with the babies and Noah, for tonight, just for it all.”

“Always baby, I’ma be by your side as long as you let me.” Paige smiled, rubbing Tatum’s back as she listened to the brunette’s breathing even out. “Night love.”

~~~

Tatum wiped the tears from her eyes as she watched her brother get wheeled back into surgery, the family's afternoon taking a drastic turn after an accidental hit left her brother unable to stand. After a quick x-ray at the hospital, it was confirmed that he broke his ankle and would need surgery to place a plate and screws. Despite the constant reassurance from doctors that it wasn’t a horrible break and that recovery shouldn’t be too gruesome of a process, Tatum still felt her heart break into a million pieces as she watched Brandon get wheeled away.

“Surgery should take an hour or so but we will keep y’all updated along the way.” The nurse smiled, sensing the fear rolling off of Tatum. 

“Thank you so much,” Tatum hummed, smile not quite reaching her eyes. Brandon had always felt like her first born and seeing the pain in his eyes hit her more than she expected. His six-foot frame looking like a toddler to her as they laid him on the hospital bed.

She made her way to her family in the waiting room, sitting next to Naomi and pulling the girl into her side, planting a soft kiss against the crown of her head. The time ticked by slowly, no one speaking more than a few words as they all took in the aftermath of what happened. Tatum felt her phone buzz but didn’t have the energy to answer it, a mixture of family and friends reaching out once they heard of the injury and Paige who was oblivious to it all.

Tatum felt like the world was spinning as she watched the hours pass, one hour turning into three as they waited. Way too slow for her own liking, their nurse emerged into the waiting room, a large smile on her face as she approached the family.

“Surgery went amazing and Brandon is awake in recovery now asking for y’all.” 

The weight on their hearts lifted as they heard the good news, happy tears escaping Tatum’s eyes and her mom pulling her in for a tight hug. “Oh thank God." Her mom hummed, eager to see her baby boy. 

They made their way into the recovery room, the sterile smell burning Tatum’s nostrils as she watched him shift slightly in the bed, reaching out to hug their parents. Arriving at his side, Tatum pulled him in for a tight hug, the boy groaning at her strength.

“Hey Bean,” Tatum whispered, a quiet laugh escaping both of them at the use of his childhood nickname. “How’re you feeling?”

“I’m good.” Brandon nodded, “For real T I’m okay, you can let go of me.”

“Don’t scare us like that again!” Tatum laughed, slapping his shoulder as she pulled a chair up to his side. 

“Not like I tried to.” Brandon laughed, “Definitely didn’t picture my summer spent in a cast.”

The family spent the remainder of the night in the room with Brandon, Pizza they picked up being passed around as they shared stories from their recent trip to Mexico with Tatum, Brandon’s girlfriend Samantha on facetime with them.

“Yeah he ‘forgot’ sunscreen the first day and his ass got BURNT. Your mom yelled at him for like 30 minutes.” Samantha laughed.

“I did forget!” Brandon interjected, trying to defend himself. “And I didn’t burn that bad, not as bad as your dad.”

Tatum laughed as the two continued to talk, happy to see him in such a good mood. Feeling her phone buzz for what felt like the millionth time that afternoon, she decided she would finally get to answering people. Scrolling through pages of texts and missed calls, she found the name she was hoping to see, Paige's.

How's the game going?

Hope you’re having fun T

Starting to get a lil worried, you good?

Call me when you can, miss you

Tatum’s heart clenched as she read the messages, quickly excusing herself to the hallway and dialed the blonde, call connecting after only two rings.

“Startin’ to think you’re avoiding me.” Paige hummed, “After last night and all.”

“Never!” Tatum squeaked, surprise filling her at Paige’s words, voice dropping to a whisper as she spoke again. “I would never avoid you P.”

“Good to hear.” Paige smiled, “Wachu been up to today then, ma? How was the tourney?”

“Uhh not the best for us. Brandon broke his ankle in the first game so we have been at the hospital all afternoon.” 

“Fuck T, I’m sorry to hear that. How is he doing now?” Paige asked, voiced laced with concern.

“Better, had surgery to place a plate and screws a few hours ago so he’s feeling a lot better now.” Tatum sighed, smile on her face as she watched her brother and sister fight over the last piece of pizza. “Got some pizza for dinner and have been talking on the phone with his girlfriend for a while, his idea of a perfect night I guess.” 

“How’re you feelin’ T? I know how much you care about them.” 

“Not as good.” Tatum whispered, breathing deep to try and avoid the tears welling in her eyes. “Seeing him in pain hurt me in a way I never would’ve imagined. Trying to be strong for them but fuck man this sucks.”

Paige listened as Tatum began crying, wishing they weren’t hours away and she could be there to support her through this. “Hey, listen to me baby. I know it hurts seeing him in pain, but think about him right now. He is okay now, right?”

“Yeah.” Tatum whispered, tears heavy on her voice.

“He is going to recover from this, I promise. Just stay in the moment and be there for him, that is what he is going to need the most. I know I did.”

“Thank you,” Tatum hummed, the blonde’s words lifting a bit of weight off her chest. “We should be able to bring him home tomorrow so I think I’m gonna help them get him home and maybe stay a few days.”

“Let me know if you need anything T. I’ma miss you.” Paige smiled, enjoying the giggle that escaped the brunette.

“I’ll miss you too. I’ll keep you updated on how it all goes.” Tatum stated, seeing her mom wave her back to the room. “Hey I’ll text you later tonight, my moms calling me over.”

“Aight sounds good, bye love.”

~~~

The next few days were smooth for the Smith family, the drive back to Dallas easy and everything falling into place once they were back home. With a constant flow of extended family coming to the house to see Brandon, Tatum split her time between hosting and making sure her mom wasn’t going to lose her mind. 

“Y’all have any plans tomorrow?” Mr. Smith asked as they sat down for dinner.

“Have cheer practice in the morning but then nothing after, everyone is busy.” Naomi groaned, rolling her eyes for emphasis. 

“Poor baby,” Tatum frowned, lightly tapping her shoulder with a laugh. “I have to swing by my apartment to grab my laptop for work, got some updates to make for a client but then I’ll come back for another day or so, that okay?”

“Of course sweetheart.” Her dad smiled, “I enjoy having all my kids under one roof for a few days.”

“Yo, can I come with you? Gonna lose my mind if I gotta sit on that couch for another full day.” Brandon asked, ready to beg them to let him leave the house.

“It’s okay with me. Mom? Dad?” Tatum asked, looking around the table for their approval. She watched as they made eye contact, silent conversation ensuing between the two at the question. After a minute or so, her mom nodded, turning back to the kids with their answer.

“Yeah, that’s okay. But make sure he stays careful, please.” 

“Can I go too?” Naomi asked.

“Yeah! We can leave from cheer and head down.” Tatum smiled, excited to have a day alone with her siblings.

~~~

You ever coming back to see me?

Tatum smiled as she read the latest text from Paige, the blonde really playing up the dramatics as they entered another day apart.

Bringing Naomi and Brandon to the apartment to grab my laptop later today if you’re free?

Tatum saw the message bubbles pop up almost immediately, her phone quickly buzzing with the responses.

Always free for you T

Text me when y’all get here and I can come over 

Tatum loved the message and put her phone away as she continued getting ready. She was so thankful for the blonde for being in her life and was excited to introduce her to her family, even if their relationship was very undefined at the moment. Since meeting Paige and breaking things off with Noah, Tatum hadn’t thought about trying the dating field again, her connection with Paige proving to be something she wanted to explore further but she didn’t know how to navigate that. 

The reality of seeing Paige after their last night together was exciting and she wanted to make sure she looked good. You’re trying too hard, it’s not like she’s gonna fuck you with your siblings there, she thought to herself, mentally kicking herself for getting so turned on at the idea. Just focus on today T and y’all can talk about whatever this is after.

Once Naomi was home from cheer and ready to go, the three siblings made their way to Tatum’s car, Brandon leaning into his injury so he could ride shotgun. Tatum just laughed at the two while they fought, her brother ultimately winning the argument and sliding into his seat for the trip.

“Y’all finally ready to go?” Tatum smirked, watching as Naomi slid into the backseat with a huff. “Hey you can sit up here on the way back, only fair.”

“Whatever,” Brandon groaned but decided not to fight it. “Hey are we gonna meet your lil’ girlfriend today?”

“Wait who?!” Naomi exclaimed, leaning forward a bit. 

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Tatum laughed, flicking Brandon’s forehead as she backed out of their driveway. “But yeah she might pop in while we are there.”

The younger two made eye contact, smiles forming at the blush that painted her cheeks as she spoke about her.

“Definitely more than a friend if your outfit says anything.” Naomi said under her breath, laughing with Brandon. 

“Wait what’s wrong with my outfit?” Tatum asked as she looked down inspecting herself. She chose a light green strappy sundress with a small bow at the top, the tension making her boobs stand out more and the material hugging her bump perfectly while not making it the star of the outfit like some of her other dresses did. “Is it too much boob?”

“No you look good, promise. Just cute to see you so dressed up for someone.” Naomi smiled, hoping she didn’t make her sister second guess herself. 

Tatum smiled at this, nodding at the thought. “Yeah I guess it’s been a while, huh?”

~~~

They made their way upstairs to Tatum’s place quickly once arriving, the brunette making sure every few seconds that Brandon was still okay, her maternal instincts on alert as he moved through the building. As they got into her apartment, she made sure they were settled before sending a quick text to Paige to let her know they made it. It wasn’t long before they heard a knock at the door, Tatum opening it to see Paige smiling down at her.

“You sit by your phone just waiting for my text?” Tatum smirked, pulling the blonde into a hug.

“Nah you’re wrong for that ma.” Paige hummed into her hair, the shorter girl laughing into her chest. Pulling back just slightly, Paige looked her up and down repeatedly, her eyes drawn to the cleavage. “You tryna kill me?”

“Shut up.” Tatum whispered, dipping her head at the comment to hide the blush heating her cheeks.

It wasn’t until they heard a quiet cough from Brandon that they remembered they weren't alone, the pair pulling apart quickly as the younger two concealed their laughs. “You gonna introduce us or…?” Brandon asked, enjoying the awkward look on his sister’s face. 

“Shut up!” Naomi whispered, hitting his shoulder and turning to greet Paige. “Hi, I’m Naomi and that asshole is Brandon. Ignore him.”

“Nah my bad. It’s nice to meet y’all, Tatum has talked a lot about y’all.” Paige smiled, making her way to the couch. “I heard about your ankle, sorry you had to go through that.”

Tatum held back a laugh as she watched her brother try and play it cool as he said hello, clearly a little starstruck in her presence. She sat down by Naomi on the couch in her normal spot, patting the seat next to her for Paige to join in. The blonde quickly joined her and pulled Tatum’s legs across her lap, rubbing her feet lightly. 

“Thanks, sucks to miss a season but I just hope I can come back better next year.” Brandon nodded, the two connecting through their shared experiences. 

“Well if you ever need anyone to train with, hit me up.” Paige hummed, enjoying the smile on Tatum’s face as she watched them. 

Tatum watched as they got to know one another, happy that her siblings were bonding well with Paige, the three making plans to go to a Wings game once Brandon was feeling up to it while they ate lunch. After a while, Brandon switched topics to video games, joy flashing across Paige’s face as they spoke about Fortnite.

“You tryna play a game? We can go to my place if you want to.” Paige asked as she made her way into the kitchen to clean up.

“Hell yeah! Tatum, we got time?” 

“Yeah for sure.” Tatum nodded, getting up from the couch to join Paige. “I can clean up while y’all go. I’ll join after.”

“You sure?” Paige whispered, pulling Tatum closer and resting her hand on the brunette’s hips. Tatum nodded quickly, turning around to check if her siblings were watching before pulling Paige in for a quick kiss.

As if they could sense that Tatum wanted alone time, the siblings began a conversation about their fourth of July plans, the animated conversation leaving them oblivious to the girls behind them. Noticing this, Paige pulled Tatum in closer, dipping down to kiss her again, this time deeper, moving to her neck to cover her in light kisses.

“You got me testing my patience in that dress.” Paige whispered in her ear, finger dropping slightly to tug softly at the neckline of her dress. “Gotta let me fuck you right once you get back.” 

Tatum gasped as quiet as she could, panties flooding at the comment, pulling back to glare at her. “I hate you, you know that?”

“I bet baby.” Paige laughed softly, loving the effect she was having on the shorter girl. “Don’t think I can stop kissin’ you if you don’t walk away.”

“What if I don’t want to?” Tatum whispered, eyes wide as she stared up at her. The two only parted once they heard Brandon and Naomi start to stand up, Paige and the siblings making their way out of Tatum’s apartment and to her own.

Pulling out her phone, Tatum decided to send a quick text to Paige before she joined them at her apartment.

You better hold true to your word when I get back on Tuesday

The responses came immediately from Paige, the blonde clearly just as worked up as she was.

Bet

Come straight to mine once you get here?

Can’t have Mrs. Black hearing you scream my name all day

~~~

“Oh honey, I ran into Ms. Jessica today at the gym and she asked if we wanted to go over for the fourth. Do you want to join us?” Tatum’s mom asked as she put the food away from dinner while Tatum began washing dishes.

There it was, her mom’s chance to talk about Noah and her thoughts on their relationship. Sighing, Tatum shook her head, wanting to keep the conversation short and sweet. “No, I have plans as of now to get together with the girls but y’all have fun.” Putting on a sickly sweet smile, Tatum turned to her mom, hoping that she would take the hint to drop the conversation. Unfortunately for her, that was not the case.

“That’s unfortunately sweetie, I know they were hoping to see you. She asked how you were doing and seemed surprised to hear about the pregnancy. Have you not updated Noah on anything?”

Why am I always the one in the wrong? Tatum thought, thinking about how she wanted to reply. “He said he wanted nothing to do with me or the babies so I am just following his lead mom. Not surprised he didn’t say anything to his family. If they don’t know, they can’t have an opinion on his choices.”

“But Tatum, they deserve a chance to get to know the babies, don't you think?”

“I’m not getting into the middle of his family’s choices or dynamic mom. If they want to reach out, they can, but it isn’t my problem right now. Now, I just want to have two healthy babies and be able to raise them the way I see fit, not letting others decide all of my choices.”

“Why don’t y’all try to get back together baby? I’m sure he didn’t mean it when he said he didn’t want anything to do with y’all.” Tatum’s mom smiled, reaching out to bring the brunette into a hug in hopes that she would listen to her.

Closing her eyes, Tatum allowed herself to be pulled in. She didn’t want to tell her parents how he treated her, that he controlled almost every decision she made, because once she vocalized that then it was true. Part of her couldn’t believe what she put up with for so long, but that’s the scary thing about controlling relationships, you don’t realize it until you’re out of it. Wiping away the stray tear that slid down her cheek, Tatum pulled back with a quiet smile.

“It isn’t that easy mom. I can’t allow a man to treat me like that and expect me to put up with it. What kind of image does that portray to the babies? That it is okay to treat others or be treated like you’re worthless? Absolutely not.” Tatum sighed, hoping her mom would take the hint and stop the conversation. “Plus, he’s already with another girl, Kelly. Moved in like a week after I kicked him out so I’m sure that they have been together much longer than that.”

“I’m proud of you for standing up for yourself baby,” Her mom nods, hand finding Tatum’s bump and rubbing lightly. “I just don’t want you to be alone in this. Raising a baby is hard, but two? Alone? You need someone by your side to help you.”

Tatum’s mind wandered to Paige as her mom spoke, allowing herself to see the blonde in her day to day life after birth. They weren’t at the place where she would be raising the babies with Tatum, but the brunette definitely hoped she one day would be. “I’ll be okay mom, I promise. If I need help, I will reach out. You just gotta trust me.”

Luckily for her, her mom decided her answer was good enough for the moment and decided to drop it. Leaning in to kiss Tatum’s head, she whispered a quick okay and pulled back. “I just want the best for you baby, but okay, I will trust you. I love you.”

“I love you too mom.” Tatum whispered, retreating to the stairs and up to the guest room for her last night before heading to her own place. “Night mom.”

“Night baby.”

~~~

Tatum quickly made her way back to Arlington the next afternoon, her need to be in Paige’s arms acting as a weight against her foot as she stepped harder on the gas, speeding down the highway. As she pulled into the garage, she saw Paige’s car parked in her typical spot, smiling growing on her face at the reality of seeing the blonde. She swiftly dropped her bags in her apartment once she made it upstairs and knocked on Paige’s door, bouncing a bit on her toes as she waited.

Opening the door, Paige smiled brightly as the brunette launched herself into her strong arms, laughing at the power the short girl pushed upon her and brought her in for a tight hug. 

“You don’t know how much I needed to see you.” Tatum whispered, smiling widely as she pulled back to see Paige’s face. “Literally saw you two days ago and it feels like it has been a year.”

“I missed you too T, so fucking much.”

Tatum pulled Paige into a strong kiss, the pair wrapped up in each other as they made their way to the couch. Paige pulled Tatum into her lap as she sat down, wrapping her arm around her waist and rubbing lightly along her stomach and thighs. “How was your last night with your parents?”

“Not the best but I guess not the worst.” Tatum sighed, leaning her head on Paige’s shoulder and closing her eyes for a breath. “Mom ran into Noah’s aunt at the gym and brought up the babies which apparently, they had no idea about, not that I’m surprised he didn’t say anything. But it ended with her asking why I don’t try getting with him again, so that’s fun.”

“What did she say when you answered her?” Paige asked. She wasn’t sure why she was afraid of the answer but she was. What if she leaves and goes back to him because of the pregnancy or her parents? She wouldn't, right? 

“Surprisingly, she took it okay. I can tell she wanted to say more but I think how much I stood up for myself and the babies shocked her a bit. I told her that I refuse to let my kids see me weak and getting back with him is exactly that. There is a lot I went through that I never let them see so I know she isn’t saying it from a bad place, but I just hope she learns to trust me to make my own decisions with my family. She boiled it down to ‘wanting the best for me’ so I hope I can show her that my choices ARE what are best for me.” 

“She’ll come around T, it may just take her a while to acknowledge that you are an adult and get to make your own choices.” Paige nodded, not wanting to overstep and give an unwanted opinion on the matter but also wanting to let the girl know that she can open up more about their relationship if she wants to. “You know you can always talk to me about anything, right?”

“Yeah,” Tatum whispered, shifting in her lap to somehow get closer to the blonde. “I hate how much I let him hurt me. I feel like an idiot when I look back on the relationship ‘cause what was I thinking?”

“You were in love T.” Paige whispered, kissing her forehead before speaking again. “But you stood up for yourself when it mattered and that is what is most important. You are so fucking strong for what you did baby.”

Tatum felt her eyes well up as she looked at the athlete, the pair in a comfortable silence as they clung to one another. Tatum was so grateful to have her, truly believing that without her by her side, she likely would’ve found a way to appease him and gotten back together for the sake of the babies. “Can we stay like this all day? I don’t wanna leave your arms.”

“Of course baby,” Paige laughed. I’ll hold you in my arms forever if you let me.

“Thank you. I’m so lucky to have met you Paige. I don’t know where I would be without you.” Tatum whispered, bringing Paige into a soft kiss before laying her head back on her chest, content to spend the day wrapped up together. 

[hislittleraincloud]

I think you are a terribly antagonistic individual that feeds on deriding the worst of a group because of their loudest outliers. I also think you are right more often than you’re not, and that, despite your acrid superiority, you actively provide the opportunity for meaningful discourse in the fandom.

Your writing (fic and otherwise) is excellent. So are many of your points. When all the vitriol is peeled away, the themes are apparent. Write whatever you want. Be a fan, but be sane about it. We’re all freaks down here, just be respectful freaks.

Then you deliver those themes in the spikiest packaging possible. Perfectly hand-picked wording to prod, annoy, and incite. You’re like an abusive teacher, all worldly knowledge with the bedside manner of an old plastic bucket.

Warning! Children can fall into bucket and drown. Cuidado! los niños pueden cadres en el balde y ahogarse.

Are you theatrically mean and intentionally cruel? Do you unnecessarily antagonize with equal immaturity? Is there the blood of trolls lurking within your lineage? Even if true, that’s all fine. Wednesday isn’t very different, and we’re all fans of her.

Stay true to you, you mean motherfucker.

Oh, and don’t forget your 5-HTP, remember that citric acid is detrimental to the effects, and give BT’s album These Hopeful Machines a try next time.

[illarian-rambling]

So, Vermir Nadvalsib, main villain of the Mortal God trilogy, the eikodoro empress and conquerer of Skysheer, tried her first immortality ritual about 500 years ago. Before that, she worked as her town's alchemist and would frequently travel abroad to gather new ingredients and learn more about other sciences.

Nyda Burningrick, undead protagonist of The Final Voyage of the R.S. Starbreaker, infamous astronomer of her time, died about 400 years ago at the age of 207. In her two centuries of life, she frequently traveled to observe the stars in different places and to learn more about other sciences.

There is a non-zero chance these two met at least once or read each other's papers. And knowing them, if they met, there's a non-zero chance they hooked up.

This is canon now.

[staygoldsunshine]

Me, staring at the ✨Magic School✨ trope: I could do this... But Better.

My rocky relationship with academic institutions: You're going to make it nice and idealistic right?

Me:

My rocky relationship with academic institutions:

Me: I can add cute little colleges with team colors and mascots if you want.

Me: But it will absolutely be a dismantling of a hypocritical system that preys on the vulnerable with empty promises and unhealthy expectations that ultimately leads to burn out and disillusionment if not permanent financial ruin.

My rocky relationship with academic institutions: But still with a heart for higher learning and the end goal of providing a vision for a better future?

Me: Yeah, I am a sucker for those...

[akajustmerry]

i'm going to start sitcom superiority discourse for a CAUSE!

WHICH OF THESE USA SITCOMS IS THE MOST INSUFFERABLE TO YOU?

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[goodgirlk]

Blue Eyes and the Lone Star Sky- Chapter 3

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Female OC

Warnings: Language, slight angst, suggestive themes

WC: 8.4k

You are going to kill it, I promise

Tatum read the text from Paige for the fourth time that day as she parked outside of her parents house. Paige had left early that morning following their movie night and Tatum had a huge day ahead of her, celebrating her birthday with her family and telling them about the twins. When she had told her mom that Noah was no longer coming, she was met with confusion but luckily her dad had arrived home and her mom hung up quickly after, leaving her no time to explain herself.

Now, as she walks to the front door of her childhood home, she feels her stomach turning. “Hey sweetheart, you look beautiful!” Her dad says, pulling her in for a tight hug and kissing her head.

“Thanks dad!” She smiles brightly, entering the house and placing her bag down in the living room. 

“Your mom said Noah isn’t coming, is that right?” He asks, the two of them walking to the kitchen where the rest of the family sat, her mom getting the last of the food ready for dinner. 

“Yeah we uhh-” Tatum cut herself off, not wanting to spill the news yet. After a second of thinking however, she decided now is the best time to say it. “We actually broke up almost a month ago. A lot happened and I just haven’t been ready to talk about it yet.”

She could feel her eyes welling as she thought about that fateful night, remembering the anger in his eyes as he screamed at her. Quickly wiping her tears away, she felt her younger brother Brandon giving her a hug, silently comforting her. With his presence by her side and her younger sister Naomi holding her hand, she decided she would also tell them about the pregnancy, hoping to not ruin dinner in the process.

“I guess I also should let y’all know I’m pregnant with twins.” She whispered, hoping that if she didn’t say it too loud they wouldn’t react.

Immediately she felt her brother squeeze her into a strong hug, congratulating her as their sister joined in, the two elated at the news. As she pulled back from the hug she glanced at her parents, her dad silently crying at the news, joy on his face as he made his way over to her, her mom on the other hand had not reacted at all yet. 

“Congratulations honey!” Her dad stated, holding her close. “I can’t believe my baby is going to be a mom.”

“Congrats baby.” She heard from her mom. She was expecting this, a soft response while everyone was around, but knew it would be too good to be true, her true reaction would come out later when it was just then. Her mom always liked to keep the peace but was quick to let her know her thoughts when they were alone.

The remainder of dinner went well, easy conversation about how school was going for her siblings, her brother planning to play 7v7 this summer with his high school team, sister ready to spend her days by the pool with her friends tanning. Their lives seem so easy compared to Tatum’s reality of growing twins but she wouldn’t have it any other way for them, happy they got to enjoy themselves. Once they had cake and celebrated her birthday together, her parents sent her siblings off to get ready for bed since they had school the next day.

“So twins huh?” Her mom asked as she finished placing the last dish in the dishwasher. “How is that going to work with Noah?”

Tatum sighed, ready for the judgement to come out. “Yeah twins due in December. He said he doesn’t want anything to do with me or the kids so it's all me now.”

“You can’t really expect to be raising twins alone, Tatum, really? How is that going to work with your job?”

“I work from home and can make my own schedule mom, plus it is better to raise them alone with him.” She stated, voice dropping with the last statement. She had never told her parents how controlling he was or how he treated her in private, playing the perfect boyfriend card every time they were near.

“I just think you are making a mistake. Maybe you should move closer to home so you can have help.”

“Mom I like my place and my friends in the city, I’m not moving home at the first inconvenience. Maybe if shit hits the fan, sure, but that isn’t my plan A.” She stated, hoping it would end the conversation. It isn’t even my plan Z if we are being honest, she thought, hoping to never move home. She escaped a controlling relationship already this year, she didn’t need to move into one willingly.

“Okay well we will see. You should start going to church more, meet a nice young man to help you raise the kids, they need a father in their life if Noah isn’t going to do it.” 

Tatum rolled her eyes, her mom always one to tell her what she should do and how she should live her life. “The kids will be fine with me mom, at least they have a parent that loves them and wants them, not someone who is there by default.”

Luckily for her, her siblings rejoined them downstairs, stopping the conversation from going much further. She talked about sports with her brother for a while, him filling her in on how football has been going and how he thinks his team will do next year. Her phone flashed, Paige’s contact showing up with a facetime. They had planned to talk after dinner and it wasn’t until now that she realized how long she had been talking with her mom. Brandon looked down, seeing the contact photo for Paige, the polaroid taken at her birthday dinner, the two of them smiling widely, shocked at what he saw.

“Bro, is that Paige Bueckers? Like THE Paige Bueckers?” He asked, having his fangirl moment on the couch.

Tatum laughed, forgetting she didn’t tell them about her new best friend. “Oh yeah she moved in next door to me so we are good friends now.”

“Y’all look more than friends in that photo.” Brandon said under his breath, Tatum quickly slapped him in response as he laughed.

“Shut up.” She rolled her eyes, “She is a good friend, nothing more.”

“Sure, sure.” Brandon responded, lifting his arms in the air in surrender. 

Tatum’s phone dinged quickly after missing the call, a text from Paige about the lack of response.

You good ma? Call me when you’re free

“Ma? Definitely more than friends.” Brandon laughed, hopping off the couch before Tatum could hit him again.

Yeah, just about to leave my parents, I will call when I get to my car :)

Tatum said her goodbyes, pulling her siblings in for a tight hug and kiss on their heads, regardless of how much taller they got than her. She gave her parents a hug and retreated to her car, ready to get home and unwind. Also ready to talk with Paige about everything her mom said, needing to rant about just how judgemental her mom can be.

Once in her car and on her way back to her apartment, Tatum chose Paige’s name from her contacts, the phone connecting almost immediately. 

“Wow, a normal call and not a facetime? What, you don’t wanna see me no more?” Paige asked, her smile clear through her voice.

“I’m driving Paige.” Tatum laughed, rolling her eyes. “Plus I have two extra passengers along for the ride that I have to be safe for.” Her hand quickly found her stomach, rubbing lightly at the small bump as she thought about her babies. “How is it being back home?”

“It’s good ma. Got to see my family today when we landed and they’re coming out to the game tomorrow.” 

They talked for the remainder of the drive home about how the flight was and Paige’s nerves for the game, steering clear of the talk about Tatum’s family until she was home. They both knew it would be a long talk and Paige wanted to make sure Tatum was home where she could let her emotions out, not worried for her safety during the drive.

Paige could hear when Tatum made it to her apartment, the now familiar jingle of her keys as she unlocked her front door sounding. Knowing she was now home safe, she clicked the button to facetime Tatum.

Laughing at how quick Paige facetimed once she got home, Tatum answered, smiling at the blonde. “Someone is eager.” She laughed, making her way inside and heading to her room to change.

“Can you blame me? I wanna see your pretty face.” Paige smiled, enjoying the blush that crept up Tatum’s chest. “Now lemme see that outfit you have on before you change.”

Tatum set the phone down on her vanity, stepping back to give Paige a spin, her yellow sundress swaying from the motion. Paige was in awe at her beauty, her curls falling perfectly over her shoulder and makeup glowing. She took a quick screenshot, wanting to capture the raw beauty of Tatum. “You look good. Have to pull that dress out again sometime this summer.” Paige stated.

Tatum smiled earnestly at the compliment. “Thank you P.”

“Well how did it go?” Paige asked, ready to give the brunette the space to unwind.

“Mom said I should quote ‘go to church more and meet a nice young man to help you raise the kids’ and that they are going to need a father in their life without Noah there. I just don’t understand why she is acting like this.” Tatum set her phone down on her dresser facing the ceiling as she began to change into her pajamas. ���I get she wants me to live this picture perfect life but can she not be happy for me for two fucking seconds? I told her I was pregnant and she gave a short ‘congrats baby.’ I know this is what I expected but for once I wanted to be surprised by her. Oh yeah! She also told me to move home so I can have help but that will never happen, trust me.”

“Oof that’s rough. I’m sorry you had to hear that from her. I think the babies will be fine, they have you and an amazing group of aunties in your friends, they will be just as loved as they would have if Noah was in the picture. Plus, he is a piece of shit Tatum, you are doing them a favor by never putting them in danger with him.” 

“Thank you. I just wish she could be proud of me. She has always found faults in what I choose to do, mad I moved away from home, mad when I stopped working an office job, hell she was mad when I started dating Noah because he wasn’t from one of their rich friends' children. I have never been good enough and I worry I never will be.” Her voice broke, the tears beginning to flow heavily as she thought about all the ways her mom has been disappointed in her over the years.

“Hey don’t cry ma. You are an amazing person and you’re strong as hell. Who gives a fuck if she approves of everything, if you are happy, do it! Don’t follow their guidance just because they are your parents, do what satisfies you and live your life with your head held high. I told you already, even if they don’t want to support you, you have me by your side and I will make sure to have your back as long as you let me.”

Tatum cried quietly for a few minutes longer, enjoying that Paige gave her the space to feel her feelings fully. She hated that she would have to suppress everything when she was with Noah and she was thankful for the change. Once finished, she looked back at the screen, laughing quietly as she saw Paige watching her through her moment. “I’m sorry you had to witness that, I’m an ugly ass crier.”

Paige laughed at this, taken aback by the statement. “Nah you look beautiful ma.” 

Tatum smiled, then remembering her brother’s comments, paired with the comments of her friends from her birthday dinner, she laughed again. “My brother and friends think we are fucking.” She blurted out, watching the shocked expression and blush that adorned Paige’s face as she heard the comment.

“I mean we could…” Paige smiled, rubbing her hands together as she looked into the camera slyly. 

“Shut up Paige.” Tatum laughed. “Anyways thank you again for listening to me tonight. I’ll let you go so you can rest before your game tomorrow. Good luck, I will be watching from home!”

“Good night Tatum. I will text you when I can tomorrow!” Paige answered.

“Good night P.” Tatum smiled, ending the call.

~~~

Tatum found herself added into a group chat with Azzi and Paige, the girls discussing the upcoming Wings game in Connecticut the following week.

Tatum! You’re coming to Connecticut for the game, right?!

Tatum smiled at the text from Azzi, she had been contemplating attending the game since meeting the girls when they were in Dallas, excited to see them again. She hadn’t fully made up her mind about the trip, no flight, ticket, or hotel room booked yet making the trip a lot less of a reality at the moment. 

Girl I have literally nothing planned for it yet. Like no flight, no hotel, I don’t even have a ticket for the game yet. Let me see and I’ll let you know

Paige! How dare you leave our girl hanging like that?

Tatum laughed at this, suddenly feeling the need to defend herself. She could buy her own ticket and everything, just hadn’t gotten around to it in the craziness of the pregnancy and her parents

Azzi I’m grown, I can get this myself. I’ve just been lazy

Nah give me 10 minutes, I’ll get you hooked up ma

Paige responded quickly and Tatum laughed when she saw her phone light up with Paige’s contact almost immediately after.

“You didn’t tell me you wanted to go ma or else I woulda booked this for you before today!” Paige exclaimed, more flustered at Azzi calling her out than the situation.

Tatum laughed at her flustered state. “Paige for real, I got this, I just hadn’t thought about it much until she brought it up.”

“Nah I am already working on booking your flight, I got to support my girl before I look like an asshole for making you pay yourself.”

Tatum’s heart clenched at Paige's words, my girl, she thought, don’t be crazy she doesn’t mean it like that. Tatum shut herself down quickly, ignoring the way her heart hurt as she thought of Paige with someone else.

“Fine but next time I get everything myself.” Tatum stated, staying firm on her quest to be independent post breakup.

“Sure.” Paige shrugged, knowing she would put up a fight to cover the cost for Tatum when they traveled again. “Aight looks like you’re good, you should get an email with all the information in a few minutes. Hey I gotta go to practice though so I will talk to you when I get back?”

“Of course. Have fun!” 

~~~

Tatum found herself in the hotel lobby with Azzi, the girls waiting for their Uber to arrive so they could make it to the game to support Paige. It had been a fun day so far for the girls, getting to see Paige for a few hours while she got ready for the game and then spending the next few hours with Azzi cycling through outfits until she found the perfect one. 

Her bump was showing a bit more now, having gone from looking bloated the week prior to a true bump at this point. She decided to wear a simple outfit, a pair of black shorts and a jersey Paige had bought her so she could support her, stating she played better when Tatum had her name on her back. 

They arrived at the game quickly and found their way to the seats, Azzi taking pride in introducing Tatum to the rest of the UConn team in attendance. The game was exciting, Paige having her best game yet and the team winning by 12. Once it was done, the group made their way down to congratulate Paige, Tatum staying back a bit to give her a chance to catch up with her friends. After talking with them for a few minutes, Paige looked around for Tatum, her face lighting up when she saw the shorter girl in her jersey.

She made her way over to Tatum, bringing the girl in for a hug once she was close enough. “I told you I’d play better with you in that jersey.” She smiled, ignoring the looks from her friends as she and Tatum embraced, tugging slightly at the collar of Tatum’s jersey. “Gotta have you wear it to all the games now.”

“Maybe I should.” Tatum smiled back, pulling away from Paige at the sound of KK’s voice, suddenly remembering where they were.

“Bro I told y’all she’s whipped.” The group laughed at this comment, Paige turning to head back to the locker room for press and a shower, a quick “Fuck you!” thrown their way as she left.

They continued laughing as they made their way back to the hotel, the group deciding to go down to the hotel bar for drinks since Tatum had an early flight back to Dallas the next morning. Conversation flowed naturally between everyone, Tatum hearing a lot of stories of Paige’s college days, even some high school stories from Azzi who loved to bring up Paige’s embarrassing moments. 

The most common conversation however was about Paige and Tatum’s relationship, the group joking about how close they had gotten already, speculating on what their relationship was at this point. 

“For real y’all, we are just friends.” Tatum laughed for what felt like the hundredth time that evening, not missing the way Paige’s arm tightened around her waist every time the topic was brought up.

As the night began to wind down, Tatum and Paige said their goodbyes to the group, Paige insisting on making sure Tatum made it to her room safely. “They really are a great group of friends. You got lucky.” Tatum smiled up at Paige, the blonde reaching out to grab her hand and pull her closer.

“Yeah I did huh?” Paige grinned, enjoying the quiet that encased the two.

The quiet continued as they reached Tatum’s floor, making their way down the hallway to the suite that Paige had booked for her. “Thanks again for all of this, it was good to get out of the house and watch you play.”

“Anytime T, I like seeing you happy. Plus I’m being for real when I say I play better with you wearing my name.”

Tatum laughed at this, not believing that her jersey choice had anything to do with Paige’s performance. “Shut up, you’re such a flirt.”

“I try my best.” Paige laughed, pulling Tatum in for a hug. “Text me when you make it back to Dallas and I will be back home Friday if you wanna come over for movie night.”

“I will.” Tatum answered, leaning up to give Paige a kiss on her cheek, a normal action for the pair now. “Goodnight P.”

“Night love.”

~~~

The next game was rough, a tough fight in Chicago that ended in a win for the team but Paige was still upset at her performance. She felt like no matter what she did, she just could not find her rhythm, missed shots and turnovers plaguing her game. She held her head high throughout the game, not letting everyone know how much her fumbles were affecting her, but Tatum could tell when watching that was upset with herself. 

By the time Paige got back to the hotel, she was ready to forget this night ever happened and sleep it off but she found herself longing for Tatum at that moment. She called Tatum, the line connecting quickly, Paige feeling herself smile at the sight of Tatum almost instantly.

“Hey I wondered when you would be back at the hotel, I was just about to text you.” Tatum answered, “How are you feeling?”

“Ugh,” Paige groaned, “I don’t even know. I’m happy for the team to get the win but I’m upset with myself.”

“Paige it is okay to have a bad game!”

“I know that and I don’t expect myself to be the best player every night, but I don’t want to let them down.” She worried, biting her lip briefly as she reviewed her performance in her head.

“You aren’t letting them down P, you are human and are allowed to not put up record numbers every single game. Sometimes it is okay to be a member of the team and not the leader.”

Paige had always felt it was her duty to lead the team, to take their losses and errors on her own shoulders so the other players could focus on the moment. She would carry the burden of any mistakes so they didn’t have to and she was trying to teach herself that it was okay to relinquish that control.

“Look, let yourself feel bad tonight, take a bath, cry if you have to, and then when you get back here and you play them again on Saturday, make changes and prove to everyone who you are! You are Paige fucking Bueckers, you were drafted number one for a reason and it’s cause you’re really fucking good at basketball, so don’t let tonight ruin everything cause that isn’t who you are and they will see that.” Tatum stated.

Paige laughed, caught off guard by the speech Tatum gave. Sitting her further on her bead and wiping away a stray tear she spoke up. “Thanks ma, I needed that. You ever thought of being a motivational speaker or some shit? You’re good at that.”

Tatum laughed, enjoying the smile that now graced Paige’s face. “Maybe I’ll think about it for my next career.”

They continued talking for a while while Paige made her way to the bathroom, a nice warm bath calling her name. Watching as Tatum yawned again, clearly fighting sleep to talk, she decided to let the brunette go. “Go to sleep Tatum, I will see you tomorrow right?”

“Yeah, text me when you get home.” She slid further under the covers, eyes fluttering shut. “Goodnight Paige.”

“Goodnight T.” 

~~~

The next few games went by well for Paige, her performance in Chicago pushing her into another gear and she was on a quest now to make anyone who doubted her regret it, but most importantly, she was having fun doing it. She felt like she had been so caught up in the headlines and commentary on her performance and goals in the W that she had started treating basketball like just a job instead of the game she grew up loving. 

Paige found herself longing for the moments she could be with Tatum, soaking up each moment they were together. She woke up earlier to join her morning run, sat around Tatum’s apartment when she had a free moment to just watch the girl work, and facetimed her every night that she was on the road. They fell into a comfortable routine and Paige was loving every minute of it.

“They said the babies are the size of a pear this week and can hear!” Tatum stated excitedly, looking up from her phone as she sat next to Paige on her couch. “I guess I should start talking to them now.”

“That’s crazy T,” Paige smiled, “I gotta start teaching them basketball now, they’re gonna be hoopers.”

“Yeah we better hope they get Noah’s height cause they aren’t getting it from me.” Tatum laughed, “Might be the only good thing he passes on to them.”

Paige laughed at this, taken back by Tatum’s honesty. She hadn’t spoken much about Noah since he left, not wanting to taint the memory of her pregnancy with a shitty baby daddy. “Well they’ll have the best coach in the world so they’ll be fine, just trust me.” 

Tatum rubbed at her stomach as she pictured her future, running and laughing with her babies, a familiar blonde making an appearance in each moment.

“Watchu thinking about over there?” Paige asked, noticing how quiet the girl next to her got, clearly in her head.

“Just the future, what the twins will be like, how I’ll be as a mom, kinda all of it.” Tatum smiled, “What do you think is in store for your future?”

It wasn’t uncommon for them to talk about the future but most of the time it was around Paige’s career and aspirations. This would be one of the first times they really spoke about the kids and Tatum’s quickly approaching reality of motherhood.

“I like to think I’ll be here for a while, winning championships in this city that I am growing to love, but I also like to think you’ll stick around and I can get to watch the twins grow up with such an amazing mother.” Paige reached over, grasping Tatum’s hand in hers. 

They sat in silence for a few minutes, Tatum taking Paige’s hand and rubbing it along her stomach with hers, before Paige spoke up again. “So tell me more about what your books have been saying.” Tatum had been reading pregnancy and motherhood books for the last few weeks, eager to learn all she can about what is to come.

“Ooo okay! So they should start moving soon which is exciting!” Tatum turned to face Paige, smiling widely, “And they are going to start growing hair soon!”

“That’s awesome T,” Paige hummed, “What about symptoms?”

“Well I haven’t thrown up in a full day! But they say I may start having more heartburn with the hair growth. Oh they also said that it is common for increased libido with the hormone changes in the second trimester so apparently I may be more horny than usual soon.” Tatum laughed, surprised she was talking about that with Paige, a relatively new friend of hers no matter how close they have gotten since meeting. 

“Yo that’s crazy ma,” Paige laughed, “Well as I keep saying, I’m always open to help if you need me.” 

“Shut up Paige!” Tatum rolled her eyes, slapping Paige’s shoulder and pushing her away slightly. “Anyways! You gonna be in town on the 16th? I have to go in for my next ultrasound if you wanna come with?”

“Of course I’ll be there T.” Paige smiled, happy to be included in those moments. “Oh also, the team wants to go out to some bar tomorrow for drinks and dancing, you wanna come with me?”

“I’d love to!” Tatum clapped, “I miss going out so this will be fun!”

~~~

Tatum finished up her run and watched as Paige did the last of her lift, admiring the girl's arms as she put away the weights. “You like what you see?” Paige hummed, enjoying the look Tatum was giving her.

Tatum snapped her eyes away from Paige, grabbing her water bottle from the floor and taking a big sip. Smiling, Paige got closer to the brunette, turning her around to look at them in the mirror. Tatum in her black workout set and Paige in a white sports bra and team shorts slung low on her hip, her Nike boxers poking out the top. She leant down enough, her mouth close to Tatum’s ear and eyes locked in the mirror, “Look at you all flustered. You look good today T.” Paige whispered. 

Tatum coughed, red heating her chest and neck as she watched Paige pull back and smile. “Why do you always do that shit?” She whined, turning to smack Paige’s arm.

“Cause you look cute when you blush.” Paige laughed, stepping away from Tatum’s reach before she could get hit.

Tatum turned to leave, wanting to get out of the close quarters with Paige and into a cold shower before the teasing went any further. “I really fucking hate you.” Tatum laughed as she opened the door.

“Nah you don’t T, you love it don’t lie.” Paige yelled as she ran to grab her stuff and catch up with Tatum. After a quick elevator ride back to their apartments, the girls decided to meet around 7 to leave and meet the team at the bar, the drive being a bit further than the last bar they went to.

~~~

Paige’s phone buzzed from her bed as she finished up her hair, deciding to go with waves for the night. Making her way into her room, she smiled as she read the message from Tatum.

You almost done? I can’t figure out what to wear and I need help

Yeah let me put on my shoes and I’ll be over

Thank you!! Door is unlocked, just come into my room when you’re here!

She made her way into her living room, sliding on her shoes and making sure she had all her things for the night out. Once locked up, she made her way into Tatum’s apartment, hearing a faint groan from the closet. Laughing, she walked into Tatum’s room to take in the sight in front of her. Dresses and pants lying on the floor, sports bras and tank tops on the bed, the entire room looking as if a tornado had ripped through.

“Yo you try on your entire closet so far?” Paige joked, searching for Tatum.

“It isn’t funny, Paige, I don't know what to wear.” Tatum whined, walking out of the closet in just a black bra and underwear.

Paige’s breath hitched as she took in Tatum before her, her beautiful curves and full breasts making Paige hope she never forgets the sight. Once she steadies her breathing, she speaks up. “How can I help ma?”

“What do you think I should wear? I wanna make a good impression on everyone but I don’t know what is best.”

“Tatum you can wear literally anything and they will like you, I promise. What are you feeling right now?”

Tatum showed Paige a few outfits, ultimately landing on a pair of jean shorts and a pink crop top that tied in the front, her growing bump on full display. Once dressed and satisfied with her makeup, they made their way to Tatum’s car to meet the team at the bar. They arrived and went inside, a few members having already made it and gotten some tables in the back.

Paige took pride in introducing Tatum to the team, ignoring the confused looks from her teammates as she introduced her as just a friend. They took their seats at the table, Paige pulling Tatum’s chair closer and looped her arm around the back of her chair.

“So how far along are you, Tatum?” DiJonai asked, leaning over the table a bit to hear better.

“I’m 15 weeks with twins!” Tatum smiled.

The two began talking more about the pregnancy and how she and Paige met, their friendship so far. Paige decided to get a round of drinks for the group, her and Arike heading to the bar together.

“Y’all real close for some friends.” Arike grinned.

“Nah it ain’t like that, trust.” Paige answered, knowing the question would come multiple times that night.

“Aight I’ll believe it for now but we’ll see.”

They made their way back to the group with drinks, Paige happy for the distraction from questioning as they all made a toast to the team and to a fun night out. Similar to the last time Paige and Tatum went out, drinks were flowing and Tatum was just excited to be included. Listening to stories from practice so far about Paige, watching as the team laughed together and hearing them talk about their next steps, she loved seeing Paige in her element among her new friends. 

After an hour or so of drinking and talking, the group began making their way to the dancefloor, DiJonai reaching across the table and pulling Tatum up to join her. “C’mon you gotta join us!” She yelled. 

Tatum nodded and stood up, turning around and holding out her hand for Paige. “Come dance with me P!” She yelled, hoping her smile would persuade the blonde to join her without having to ask again. To her delight, Paige took her hand and stood up, allowing the brunette to drag her out to the dancefloor.

They began moving to the beat, Paige’s hands finding Tatum’s hips, her thumbs looping through her belt loops. “We need to do this more often!” Tatum yelled over the music, “I like dancing with you!”

“Yeah ma, we can do that.” Paige smiled, she would be willing to do anything for Tatum just to see her smile as large as she was at that moment.

Songs continued to play as the girls danced, getting closer and hotter as the night progressed. At some point in the night, Tatum turned around, her back near Paige’s front. With the new position, Paige slung one arm around Tatum’s shoulders, hand near the opposite side, pulling her closer to her body, the other hand finding her waist. 

Tatum’s breath hitched with the proximity, enjoying the feeling of Paige’s skin on her bare back and longing for more. She pressed her body against Paige tentatively, rolling her hips to the music. Paige leaned down, her breath fanning over Tatum’s neck, goosebumps forming in its absence. 

“You keep dancing like this and we can go out every night.” Paige groaned, feeling herself growing needy with each movement from the brunette. 

Tatum turned her head, taking a similar position to Paige and whispering in her ear, “I may have to take you up on that,” her needy tone seeping through her words.

They continued to grind against each other for a while until Paige’s teammates began leaving, wanting to make sure they had everything packed before they left the next day. The girls took it as their sign to leave as well, making their way back to the apartment and saying their goodbyes at Tatum’s door.

“Thank you for the invite P, that was fun.” Tatum sighed, reaching for Paige to give her a proper hug.

“Of course ma.” Paige leaned down, angling her head slightly so she was closer to her ear. “I’ll be back in 4 days but call me if you need anything.” She whispered, enjoying the whine that left Tatum’s lips at this.

Tatum pulled back slightly, staring into Paige’s eyes for a few seconds. “Good night Paige.” 

“Night T.” Paige whispered, leaning in for one last hug before pulling away and allowing the brunette to enter her apartment.

~~~

Tatum watched as Paige ran down the court, her arms flexing as she shot the ball to increase their lead to 9. It was a tough game for the Wings, back and forth with the Aces all night, but it looked like they were finally pulling away to secure their next win. For how good Paige was playing, Tatum barely even noticed, she was too focused on how good Paige looked at that moment. 

Knowing it would be a while until Paige was back at her hotel and could talk, Tatum decided to take a bath and get ready for bed. Feeling her muscles finally relax as she slid in the warm, soapy water, Tatum sighed, turning on some music and closing her eyes. She lost track of time, humming along to the next song when she heard her phone begin to buzz. Reaching over, she answered the facetime from Paige, the blonde’s grin filling the screen as it connected.

“Hi pretty girl.” Paige hummed, “Did I interrupt something?”

“Nah was just finishing up a bath, I didn’t think you’d be back so fast.” Tatum smiled, admiring Paige’s eyes. “You looked good out there.”

“Just me or the whole team?” Paige asked, secretly loving the compliment from the girl.

“Uhh both?” Tatum whispered, angling her phone away from her face briefly as she thought about what was just said.

“Nah let me see that pretty face T, don’t get all shy now.” Paige hummed, voice dropping slightly and smiling widely as Tatum came back into frame. “There she is. You know I love it when you get all red.”

“Shut up Paige.” Tatum groaned, “You flirt like this with every girl you know?”

“Just the ones that look like you do.” Paige whispered.

“So I’m special huh?” 

“Always have been.” 

The girls allow the quiet to overtake them, staring into each other's eyes through the phone but not wanting to be the one who took the next move. After a minute of quiet, Tatum decided to speak up.

“Y’all fly back tomorrow?” Tatum asked, hoping to change the subject.

“Yeah, we should be back tomorrow afternoon, why? You miss me?” Paige smirked, watching as Tatum laid the phone down on the counter to get out of the bath. 

Once wrapped in her robe, Tatum grabbed the phone and propped it up against her mirror. “Nah just wondering.”

Paige slapped her hand against her chest, playing up the dramatics. “That’s cold T, just as I was about to tell you how much I missed you.”

“Whatever.” Tatum laughed, falling into a comfortable banter with Paige while she finished her skincare routine and laid in bed.

“You gonna be home tomorrow all day?” Paige asked.

“I should be, you wanna do something?” Tatum smiled, snuggling further into her comforter as she watched Paige do the same.

“Nah just wanna see you.” Paige whispered.

“I’d like that. Text me when you’re home and you can come over.”

“Deal. Night love.”

“Night Paige.”

~~~

You up?

Paige heard her phone buzz, reaching over to her bedside table to check the time. 4:30 AM. Who the fuck is texting me this early on my day off, she thought, grabbing her phone to see what’s going on, finding the text from Tatum staring back at her.

Yeah T, what’s up?

Can’t sleep, you wanna go workout with me?

Paige groaned, she was hoping to have the day off before she resumed practice on Monday, the last stretch of games catching up with her. Testing her luck, she decided to respond.

Nah but you can come lay with me and see if that helps

Tatum reread the words on her screen for the fifth time, not knowing what to say. On one hand, she would love to join Paige and sleep, but on the other hand she didn’t know what that would mean for them. They had been toeing the line of friends and something more for such a long time and Tatum wasn’t sure if this wouldn’t change things. Swallowing her fears, she got out of bed and found her robe, throwing it on over her bra and sleep shorts, and grabbed her keys to lock up.

On my way

Paige’s door opened quickly, the blonde half awake watching as Tatum entered her apartment quietly, slipping off her house shoes and falling into Paige’s embrace.

“Thanks Paige, I didn’t know what else to do.”

“No worries ma but let’s go to bed, I’m fucking tired.” Paige whispered into Tatum’s hair, pulling back to guide the girl into her room. She plopped into her bed, flipping back the covers on the other side as Tatum slid off her robe and joined her.

Tatum laid awkwardly, not knowing the best action to take, when she felt Paige’s arm wrap around her waist and pull her closer, pinning her to the blonde’s side. Within minutes, Paige could hear Tatum’s soft snores begin, a smile on her lips as she realized. With a quick kiss to the brunette’s forehead, Paige joined her in sleep, neither waking up until several hours later.

Paige woke up first, making her way out into her closet to get ready for the gym, figuring she would get a good workout in before they needed to leave for Tatum’s ultrasound. Quietly slipping out of the house, she made her way down to the gym. About halfway through her workout she received a text from Tatum thanking her for letting her stay and letting her know she is going to her place to get ready. Knowing she has about 2 hours left until the appointment, Paige finishes up her workout and heads up stairs to shower.

~~~

“How have you been feeling momma?” The nurse asked as Tatum made her way to the table for her ultrasound.

“Honestly pretty good!” Tatum smiled, “Not really having morning sickness anymore and no heartburn as of yet, knock on wood.”

“That’s good to hear. Now how are you sleeping?” 

“Most nights aren’t too bad but I couldn’t get comfortable last night. Really miss sleeping on my stomach.” Tatum frowned.

“Yeah you’re getting to the point where you might want to get a pregnancy pillow if you don’t already have one. Are you familiar with those?”

“I think I’ve seen them around before, I will make sure to get one soon! Thank you!” Tatum smiled, turning to face Paige. “Remind me when we get back to the apartments to buy one please.”

“Of course T.” Paige hummed, reaching out to hold Tatum’s hand as the nurse started the ultrasound.

“Well babies are looking good and right on track growth wise.” She moved the wand around, taking a few photos while Tatum and Paige watched. “Looks like baby A is a wiggle worm over there.”

“When will I be able to feel them?” Tatum asked, watching as baby A stretched and kicked their sibling slightly, baby B beginning to wiggle around as a result. 

“It’s typical for mommas to start feeling the babies around 18 weeks or so but it could be sooner.”

“What about others?” Tatum asked, turning to smile at Paige before returning her focus to the screen.

“Probably more like 20 weeks or so, it depends on a few factors. Take note when they are active once you start feeling them and it can make it easier for others to catch them.” 

They continued to watch as the babies wiggled around, the nurse finishing up the ultrasound and having Tatum sit up. She went over what Tatum should be experiencing for the next few weeks to be prepared and they scheduled the next appointment. Making their way out of the office, they got in Paige’s car and began the trip back to their apartments.

“You want me to stop and pick up dinner on the way back for our movie night?” Paige asked, pulling up her phone to see what was around them.

“I actually got some stuff at the store yesterday to make Chicken Parmesan, you want that?” Tatum hummed, facing Paige.

“I’ll always take a home cooked meal from you.” Paige laughed, turning out of the doctor's office and heading home.

“Thank you again for coming with me, it means a lot to not be alone.” Tatum smiled, watching Paige’s profile as she drove. 

“Of course T, I told you I will be there for you as long as you let me.” Paige whispered as she reached across, linking her fingers with Tatum for the remainder of the drive. 

Once they arrived back at the apartments they made their way up to Tatum’s for dinner and movie night. Paige watched as Tatum started dinner, the brunette kicking her out each time she tried to help. 

“Why won’t you let me help T?” Paige groaned, annoyed at getting shut down each time she asked.

“Cause I don’t need help Paige. Plus, you aren’t the best in the kitchen.” Tatum stated, her voice dropping to a whisper for the last part, smile large on her face as she saw that Paige still heard her.

Making her way around the island, Paige walked slowly towards Tatum. “What’d you just say ma?”

Tatum turned around to face Paige, hands in the air, “Nothing!” She laughed, trying to step back and not get caught by Paige.

“Nah I think I heard you.” Paige grabbed Tatum’s hands, pinning her between the counter and her body. “I think you were doubting my skills in the kitchen.”

Tatum’s breath hitched at the proximity of their bodies, pressing back slightly against Paige before the blonde leaned further into Tatum’s space. “I’m just saying, you burnt a frozen pizza last week. No shame P.” Tatum whispered, unsure what to do next.

“Then why don’t you teach me?” Paige whispered, letting Tatum go but not moving more than a few inches away.

Tatum nodded, not trusting herself to speak after being that close to Paige. Pushing against Paige’s chest, Tatum moved away from the counter and resumed her recipe. Handing the mallet to Paige, she told her how to flatten the chicken, honestly relieved to have someone else do it for her, her stomach turning at the feeling of raw chicken in her hands.

“Once you’re done you’re going to put it in the flour, then egg, then breadcrumbs and place it on the plate once it’s done. The oil is heating now so we can fry it.” Tatum smiled, Paige nodding along and jumping into action.

It didn’t take long for dinner to be finished now that they were working together, Tatum frying the chicken while Paige finished the salad to go with their meal. Sitting down at the table, Tatum was pleased with how well the meal came out.

“I see that smile over their ma, don't play. I did good huh?” Paige asked, watching as Tatum finished her bite and set her fork down.

“I mean it wasn’t all just you.” Tatum laughed, “But yeah you did really good Paige.”

“Thanks ma.” Paige whispered, face lighting up at the praise and ducking her head to hide the blush creeping up her cheeks. Wanting to change the subject, she asked about Tatum’s plans for a gender reveal.

“I don’t wanna do anything crazy but I definitely want to know. She said they can find out at my next appointment so only 4 more weeks!” 

“That’s exciting T.” Tatum’s appointment was right before all-star break was slated to begin and while nothing was guaranteed yet, Paige’s performance so far had her on track to make the team. “You coming to Indy with me if I make all-star?”

“You want me to?” Tatum asked, not having planned to go yet but interested.

“Yeah if you’re down I’d love to have you there.” Paige smiled.

“Then yeah I’ll be there.” After a few minutes of quiet, Tatum had an idea. “Would it be weird if I did the gender reveal in Indy? I’m dreading having my mom take it over if we do it here so at least there she can’t control everything. Plus that way you can come and we don’t have to worry about your schedule.”

“Nah I don’t think it would be weird, let’s do it.” Paige hummed.

“Awesome! I’ll start planning then.” Tatum smiled, the girls finishing dinner quickly and making their way to the kitchen to start cleaning up.

“Why don’t you go change and choose the movie while I clean?” Paige asked, hoping to give the brunette the chance to sit down and let her do the work for her.

“You sure?” Tatum asked, not wanting to feel like she was taking advantage of Paige’s kindness by making her do the dirty work.

“Yes, now go.” Paige shooed her away, smiling when the shorter girl began making her way into her bedroom.

A couple minutes later Paige heard her name being called, shutting off the water and walking into Tatum’s bathroom when she found the girl struggling to reach something in her cabinet. “What’s wrong T?”

“I ran out of face wash and can’t reach the new bottle, can you get it for me?” Tatum asked, not turning around but still trying to reach the top shelf.

Paige made her way behind Tatum, placing one hand on her hip while the other gripped the bottle she was looking for and brought it down to the counter. “That all you need me to grab for you?” She whispered as Tatum turned around to face her. 

Tatum shook her head, staring into Paige’s eyes as neither wanted to back away. Slowly, Tatum raised up on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around Paige’s neck, pulling her down to meet her halfway in a hug.

They stood there silently embracing for a minute before Tatum decided to take the next move, pulling back and locking eyes with the blonde. “Please just kiss me already.” Tatum whispered, barely hearing her own voice over the beating of her heart.

Without missing a beat, Paige leaned in, one hand coming to hold the back of Tatum’s head as she kissed her slowly. They pulled back but not far, Paige’s forehead resting on Tatum’s as they both regained their breathing. 

“Thank you.” Tatum whispered.

“Always ma.” Paige smiled, standing up to her full height.

The remainder of their movie night was quiet, neither knowing what to say or wanting to burst the bubble they now found themselves in. They both knew they would need to address the kiss but they were okay with putting that off until another day.

Once the movie was over, Paige made her way to the door, Tatum following closely behind. “Thank you for dinner T.” Paige hummed, pulling the shorter girl in for a hug. “You coming to the game tomorrow? I need my girl there in her jersey for good luck.”

“Of course I’ll be there Paige.” Tatum smiled, cheeks burning at the use of my girl to describe her. “Have a good night.”

“Night love. Text me if you need anything.” Paige whispered, giving a quick kiss to Tatum’s head before opening the door and leaving for her apartment.

What the fuck just happened??! Tatum thought to herself, so much for just staying friends.

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Tummy request bc wtf I need more

Reader is insecure about her stomach, but Matt uses her love for his tummy to make her feel better ✨ (just fluff plssss)

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fluff, banter, tummy, affection, physical touch, teasing, body positivity, comfty, squishy, domesticity

word count - 500ish

You’re lying on Matt’s bed, hoodie pulled down as far as it’ll go, arms crossed over your stomach like it’s a reflex. You don’t say anything, just scroll aimlessly, but your quiet feels different tonight. More… self-contained. Matt notices.

He flops down beside you and scoots close, close enough to bump your shoulder with his. “What’s goin’ on in that head of yours?”

You shrug. “Just… not feeling good right now.”

His face softens instantly. “Wanna talk about it?”

You pause. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper: “I just… I wish I could be more comfortable with my body. My stomach.”

Matt blinks. Then without missing a beat, he says, “Excuse me, what? The greatest tummy of our generation?”

You let out a tiny snort despite yourself. “Matt.”

“No. No no no.” He dramatically throws an arm across your waist like he’s guarding treasure. “This tummy? This one right here? Do you even know how often I think about it?”

“Matt.”

“I’m serious. The way it moves when you laugh?”

You try to hide your smile, and he definitely notices.

“The way it rises and falls when you nap on the couch with your hoodie half-zipped and your hair all messy? That’s art. That’s cinema. I could write a love letter to it.”

You laugh, really laugh, and your stomach does a little bounce under his arm. He gasps, eyes wide. “There it is. The tummy giggle. My favorite phenomenon in the known universe.”

“Stopppp,” you groan, burying your face in his hoodie.

“Nope,” he says, full of chaotic devotion now. “You always say you love my tummy, right? You call it soft and safe and comforting. You squish it like a pillow every time we watch a movie.”

And then suddenly, without a word, he shifts, scoots down the couch, and very dramatically lays his head on your stomach, nuzzling you.

You freeze. “Matt.”

“Shhh,” he hums, nuzzling into the soft skin there. “I’m doing something important.”

You laugh nervously, hand hovering awkwardly over his hair. “What are you doing?”

“Appreciating my favorite pillow,” he says simply, eyes fluttering shut. “Very rare. Very luxurious. Not everyone gets access.”

“Matt,” you murmur, feeling warmth rise to your cheeks.

He peeks one eye open. “Seriously.” His hand gently squeezes your waist for emphasis.

And then, soft as anything, he presses a kiss to your stomach.

You flinch a little, not because it hurts, but because it means something. The way he does it so naturally. Like it’s the most obvious thing in the world to show love this way.

He kisses you again. And again. Little ones, barely-there, scattered like dandelion fluff across your skin.

“For the giggles it does when you’re half-asleep and I say something stupid,” he murmurs between kisses.

“One for how it moves when you laugh really hard and can’t catch your breath.”

Another.

“And another for how warm it is after a long day, when you curl up and tuck your feet under me like a cat.”

You cover your face with your hands, giggling now. “Stop, you’re so embarrassing.”

You peek out from between your hands, meeting his eyes.

“You really like it?” you murmur.

“I love it,” he says, brushing your hair back. “It’s home.”

creds to @bernardsbendystraws for the dividers <3

a/n: tummy yummy mummy

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pairing: carlos sainz x fem reader y/n (she/her)

genre: social media au, established relationship

warnings: lots of fluff & play fighting!!! lol not rly much plot tbh

summary: in which your boyfriend's best friend is like a son to you

a/n: i missed writing for my bby carlos🥺🥺🥺 jus a cute casual messy one i love writing fics like this!!

request!!!: could you write a smau where reader and carlos are in a long term relationship (since before he moved to McLaren) and lando is basically their son. just some cute moments between them

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user8 CARLANDO❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

user9 do u guys ever do anything else

carlossainz55 no delete this y/n will get mad

yourusername WHY THE HELL DIDNT YOU GUYS INVITE ME

landonorris oh my bad we thought you were busy today

yourusername u horrible liars.

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lilymhe 😍😍😍 my girl

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landonorris carlos is screaming crying rocking back & forth rn

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user10 SOO HOTTT

user11 omg the most gorgeous girl ever

carlossainz55 y/n baby please forgive me wow you are the most beautiful perfect amazing girl in the world

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lilymhe

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lilymhe a lil week off ✨

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yourusername YAYYYYY miss u already

lilymhe wish i could see u everyday

carlossainz55 back off

lilymhe relax much?

yourusername so protective!!!

user12 this is too cute

user13 yesss a y/n mention

user14 y/n nation rise

user15 aww all my favs omg

alex_albon im last? 🤨

yourusername sucks to suck!

alex_albon evil girl

lilymhe dont fight!! there's enough of me to go round 😊

user16 LOL they are all always fighting!!!

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 six years 🌹

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user17 6 years already omg i remember when they first got together!!

user18 same 😭 & everyone thought she was a gold digger?? LOL

user19 imagine hahahaha

user20 everyone's fav couple

landonorris mum & dad 🥹

carlossainz55 😂😂😂

yourusername aww!!! our son!!!!

user21 LOLLLL

user22 he's like us

user23 parents fr

lilymhe gorgeous angels!!

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charles_leclerc ❤️

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carmenmmundt perfect couple <3

yourusername ilysm

yourmother congratulations guys, come visit soon ❤️

carlossainz55 of course!!! we miss you guys!

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carlossainz55 i love you so much more my sweet girl

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user24 goals omg

user25 me when

user26 what a problem to have!!!

user27 i want what they have omg......

landonorris u guys are too in love

yourusername make it make sense, lando

alexandrasaintmleux oh you guys make me sick!

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user28 OMGGGGG this makes sm sense

user29 knew u guys would be swifties

user30 i bet carlos loved it

landonorris i wasnt invited?

yourusername be serious

yourusername carlos is laughing at you right now

landonorris okay. can you tell him i miss him please

yourusername 😂 you are obsessed

yourusername

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yourusername xoxo

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user31 omggg bf carlos

user32 he's so bf

user33 the third pic 😭😭😭

user34 ME WHENNNNN

francisca.cgomes the jeans?? hello?!?!?! 😍

yourusername hahahah yes you can absolutely borrow them

francisca.cgomes oh ilysm

user35 her eras tour fit🥹💖

user36 carlos is so sexyyyy

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user37 NOT Y/N LIKING THIS LOL

landonorris mum & dad! 😊

yourusername you don't always have to comment this you know

landonorris can i not be proud of my parents?

carlossainz55 aww! leave him alone y/n

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user38 omg lol.

user39 oh how i love u carlando

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user40 CARLANDO

user41 omg we won

user42 my favs fr

user43 y/n is deffo always third wheeling u two

yourusername cute

carlossainz55 is this you pretending not to have fomo?

yourusername …no

carlandofan

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carlandofan carlos and lando today after the grand prix in spain! :)

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user44 omg???

user45 in love much

user46 carlando forever 🧡❤️

user47 THIS IS SO CUTE

user48 now kiss

user49 marriage

yourusername HELLO??

carlandofan Y/N?????

user50 OMG what is she doing here

yourusername my husband & my son!!!

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carlandofan omg y/n ily 😭

user51 she's so real for this

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