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Sorry I’ve been so absent lately! I just finished my summer classes, and I’m hoping to post a bit more.

I’ve been working on transferring some of my Wattpad stories over to here, it’s just taking a while. I’m also currently working on a few imagines for Kayla McBride, Napheesa Collier, and Allisha Gray. If you’d like to read some of the stories I have on Wattpad, my username is TransBoyTroy.

[troyo-boyo]

April Fools Mishap (Paige Bueckers x Reader, Romantic) (Caroline Ducharme x Sister Reader)

Summary: You never knew that Paige, KK, and Jana took April Fools Day so serious, but they decide to try to prank you all day long until it goes too far.

Wordcount: 2.1k

April 1st, April Fools’ Day.

You should’ve known better than to let your guard down around KK, Jana, and especially Paige. Those three together? A recipe for chaos.

The moment you walk into the UConn women’s basketball facility that morning, you already sense something is off. The mischievous glint in KK’s eyes, the way Jana keeps whispering to Paige, and the overly sweet smile Paige gives you. Yeah, something’s definitely up.

But you’re not an easy target. You stay alert, dodging the fake spider KK tries to drop on your head, sidestepping the water cup trap Paige sets by the locker room door, and narrowly avoiding Jana’s attempt to switch your shoes with two left sneakers before practice.

You think you’ve made it through the worst of it.

You are so wrong.

You’re in the lounge, sitting beside Azzi, finally getting a moment to relax. She’s scrolling through her phone while you go over some plays in your notebook.

“I swear, if KK, Jana, or Paige try one more thing, I might actually lose it,” you mutter.

Azzi snickers. “You knew they were gonna go all out today. Honestly, I’m surprised you haven’t snapped yet.”

“I almost did when Paige put salt in my water bottle at practice,” you grumble. “Who even thinks of that?”

Azzi laughs, shaking her head. “Your girlfriend, that’s who.”

You groan, leaning back in your chair. “I should’ve just stayed in bed today.”

Just as Azzi is about to respond, KK and Paige come running into the room, looking panicked.

“Y/N! It’s Caroline!” KK shouts, her voice frantic.

Your heart stops. You sit up immediately worried for your sister. “What? What happened?”

Jana rushes in behind them, wide-eyed. “She fell down the stairs! She’s not moving!”

You freeze. Your stomach twists into knots.

Azzi’s eyes widen beside you. “Wait, seriously?”

You don’t even think. You jump to your feet, your mind racing. “Where is she?”

KK gestures toward the stairwell. “She’s at the bottom, hurry!”

Adrenaline surges through your body as you take off, sprinting toward the stairs.

Azzi stands, confused but following behind. “Wait, Y/N—”

But you’re already running.

You don’t notice the way KK, Paige, and Jana exchange quick glances.

You don’t see the small smirks trying to creep onto their faces.

You reach the top of the stairs, your heart hammering in your chest. But just as you’re about to rush down. A life-sized cutout of Coach Geno swings out from the side.

Your instincts scream at you to stop, but it’s too late.

You jolt backward in shock, your foot slipping off the edge.

You’re falling.

Everything happens so fast. Your body twists as you tumble down the stairs, crashing hard against the steps before landing at the bottom.

A sharp pain shoots through your wrist, and you let out a pained groan, curling up around it.

For a moment, there’s silence.

“Oh my God, Y/N!” KK screeches, her voice no longer playful.

Azzi sprints down the stairs, her face pure panic. “Y/N! Are you okay?!”

You can’t even respond. Your wrist is throbbing, the pain overwhelming.

Footsteps echo quickly through the hallway, then Coach Geno's booming voice fills the air, and suddenly, you know someone is about to die.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!”

The entire room stiffens as Geno rushes over, taking in the sight of you on the ground, clutching your wrist. His gaze flickers up to the prank setup. The swinging cutout, the guilty expressions on KK, Paige, and Jana’s faces.

And then he loses it.

“Are you kidding me?! Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?!” His voice is practically shaking with rage.

Paige stammers, “We—uh—it was—”

Geno does not care.

“You three just took out our best three-point shooter!” He gestures at you. “Y/N has never missed a three in their entire damn career, and now? Now they’re out for the season because of a stupid prank?”

KK looks like she’s about to cry. Jana winces. Paige is dead silent, guilt written all over her face.

Meanwhile, you’re still on the ground, holding your wrist, barely processing what’s happening. Azzi kneels beside you, checking on you. “Y/N, can you move it?”

You try, but the pain is blinding. You shake your head, gritting your teeth. “No. It hurts.”

Geno turns to the medics, who have arrived at the scene. “Well?! What’s the damage?”

One of them carefully examines your wrist before sighing. “It looks like a ligament tear. We’ll need to take them to the hospital for confirmation.”

The entire hallway goes dead silent.

Geno snaps.

“That’s it. I swear to God, if we lose the championship because of this.”

Paige looks miserable. KK rubs her hands down her face. Jana mutters, “Oh, we are so dead.”

Azzi looks up at them, furious. “Are you guys serious? You thought this was a good idea?!”

Paige finally speaks, her voice small. “We… we didn’t think it would go this far.”

Geno rubs his temples, looking like he’s about to explode. “Get ready to run so many suicides at practice tomorrow, you won’t even have the energy to breathe.”

KK, Jana, and Paige all collectively pale.

You sigh, looking up at Azzi. “I hate them.”

Azzi pats your good shoulder. “Yeah, I kinda do too.”

As the medics help you up, Geno shoots one last glare at the pranksters.

“This is officially the dumbest thing you three have ever done.”

And judging by the pure fear in Paige, KK, and Jana’s eyes…

They know it.

The hospital visit confirms what you already suspected, a ligament tear in your wrist. The doctor gives you a brace, some pain meds, and strict orders to rest. You’re officially out for the rest of the season.

It’s devastating.

But what’s almost worse? Paige.

From the moment the medics took you away, Paige has been glued to your side. She rode with you to the hospital, sat anxiously in the waiting room while they did tests, and even tried (unsuccessfully) to make you laugh while you waited for results.

Now, back at your dorm, she’s hovering.

Like, really hovering.

You’re lying on your bed, arm propped up on a pillow, scrolling through your phone. Paige is sitting beside you, looking miserable.

“I’m so sorry,” she says for the hundredth time.

You sigh, setting your phone down. “Paige.”

She perks up. “Yeah?”

“If you apologize one more time, I swear I’m using my good hand to throw something at you.”

She pouts. “I just feel awful. It was supposed to be a harmless prank, not—” She gestures at your wrist. “This.”

You shake your head, trying to sit up. “Yeah, well, it happened. Nothing we can do about it now.”

Paige immediately jumps up. “Wait, wait, don’t move—here, let me help.” She gently adjusts the pillows behind you, fussing over your positioning like a nurse.

You raise an eyebrow. “Paige, I hurt my wrist, not my spine.”

She ignores you, pulling your blanket up and tucking it around you like a burrito. “You need to be comfortable.”

“Paige—”

“I got it! You don’t have to do anything. I’m gonna take care of you.”

You blink. “What?”

She sits on the edge of the bed, determination in her eyes. “I caused this. So I’m gonna fix it. Whatever you need, I’ll do it.”

You narrow your eyes. “Anything?”

She nods. “Anything.”

You smirk. “So if I ask you to go tell Geno you’re the worst player on the team—”

Paige groans, dropping her head into her hands. “Okay, almost anything.”

You chuckle, then wince as pain shoots through your wrist. Paige notices immediately.

“You need more meds? Water? Ice?” She’s already reaching for your water bottle.

You roll your eyes. “I’m fine, P. You don’t have to treat me like I’m dying.”

She sits back down, looking unconvinced. “Yeah, well, I still feel like the worst girlfriend ever, so let me do this, okay?”

You sigh, but deep down… it’s kind of sweet.

“Fine. But no crazy hovering.”

Paige grins. “Got it.”

Five minutes later, she’s feeding you snacks by hand and fluffing your pillows every two seconds.

You groan. “Paige.”

She stops mid-fluff. “Yeah?”

You give her a look.

She grins sheepishly. “Okay, minimal hovering.”

You shake your head, but a smile tugs at your lips.

The days after the prank are a blur of painkillers, discomfort, and an overly attentive girlfriend. She’s doing her best to take care of you by constantly offering you snacks, adjusting your pillows, and insisting on being the one to tie your shoes. You’ve lost count of how many times she’s apologized for what happened.

Still, despite all of her hovering, you can’t help but appreciate the way she’s been there for you. That is, until your sister finds out.

Caroline’s eyes narrow as she steps into your dorm room, scanning the scene. She takes one look at you, your arm in a brace, and her expression shifts from concern to fury.

“What the hell happened to you?” Her voice is sharp, filled with the kind of protective anger that only a big sister can have.

You take a deep breath, preparing yourself for the inevitable. “It’s just a prank, Caroline. I slipped on the stairs.”

Caroline’s face goes still for a moment, you think she’s going to explode. “A prank? You’re seriously telling me that you’re injured because of some stupid prank?”

You wince, knowing full well what’s coming. “It wasn’t their fault, Car. They didn’t mean for it to happen. It’s fine.”

But Caroline is already walking toward Paige, KK, and Jana, who are standing in the corner of the room, shifting nervously under her gaze.

“No,” Caroline says coldly. “It’s not fine. My sister is hurt. And you three—”

Before she can finish her sentence, KK bolts toward the door hiding right behind it.

“Uh… we’re just going to… go,” she mutters, clearly panicked.

Paige stands, her hands raised defensively. “Caroline, please—”

But she doesn’t get a chance to finish. Caroline snaps at her. “You are responsible for this. You started this, Paige. Don’t try to back out now.”

Without another word, KK and Jana both scramble, glancing over their shoulders at Caroline, then at you. They make a break for it, bolting out of the room like they’ve just been given a death sentence.

Paige doesn’t move. She stands frozen, looking at Caroline with wide eyes, clearly shocked by the intensity of her reaction.

Caroline crosses her arms, her voice icy. “You think it’s funny? You think it’s a joke to put my little sister at risk?”

Paige opens her mouth, but no words come out.

“You’re lucky,” Caroline says, her tone low, “that Y/N isn’t more seriously injured. You will be held accountable for this.”

Paige swallows hard, guilt written all over her face. But she doesn’t try to run like the others. She stays, her gaze flickering to you, then back to Caroline.

“I… I didn’t mean for this to happen,” Paige finally says quietly.

Caroline scoffs. “Yeah, well, good intentions don’t stop people from getting hurt.”

With a deep breath, Caroline turns on her heel, walking toward the door.

“You better pray that I don’t catch up with you. Because if I do…” Caroline’s voice trails off, but the threat is clear.

Paige’s voice wavers. “Caroline, please, don’t—”

But Caroline is already out the door, marching down the hallway. The two of you are left standing in your room, the tension thick in the air.

You can hear the sounds of footsteps echoing as KK and Jana run down the stairs. Caroline’s footsteps follow shortly after determined, like she’s about to hunt them down.

You glance at Paige, who looks like she’s about to melt into the floor. “Well,” you say dryly, “I guess my sis is taking matters into her own hands now.”

Paige lets out a shaky breath. “I really didn’t think she’d go that far.”

You smirk despite the pain. “Oh, you have no idea. Car doesn’t mess around when it comes to her family.”

Paige winces, her eyes wide with worry. “Do you think she’s going to—”

You shrug. “I don’t know. But she’s already made it clear that she’s not happy with you three.”

Just then, you hear Caroline’s voice echoing in the hallway, distant but clear. “KK! Jana! Get back here!”

You and Paige exchange glances.

“Well,” you say, “looks like you’re in for it now.”

Paige sinks down beside you, biting her lip. “I’m so screwed.”

But despite her worry, she still stays close, her hand gently resting on your uninjured arm.

And somewhere down the hallway, you hear the frantic sounds of KK and Jana’s voices, running for their lives. Caroline’s not letting them get away that easily.

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Classroom Chaos (Paige Bueckers x Reader)

Summary: Maybe sitting next to your girlfriend and best friend in class isn't the best idea.

Wordcount: 1.4k

The lecture hall buzzes with quiet conversation as students settle in for class. You take your usual seat, sandwiched between your girlfriend Paige and your best friend KK. It’s supposed to be a normal day. Supposed to be.

Unfortunately, sitting between these two is never normal.

From the second Paige drops into her chair, she’s already full of energy, her knee bouncing slightly as she leans closer to you. “Baaaaabe,” she whispers, drawing out the word dramatically.

You don’t even look at her. “No.”

She blinks at you innocently. “What do you mean, ‘no’?”

“I don’t know what you’re about to do, but the answer is no.”

KK chokes back a laugh from your other side. “She’s got you figured out, bro.”

Paige pouts. “Wow. Where’s the trust in this relationship?”

You finally glance at her, raising an eyebrow. “Last week, you and KK spent half the class drawing stick figure basketball plays in my notebook instead of paying attention.”

KK grins. “And they were masterpieces.”

“You drew one of me getting hit in the head with a basketball,” you deadpan.

Paige snickers. “Because it happened.”

You groan. “Oh my god.”

Before you can say more, KK taps Paige’s desk excitedly. “Alright, new challenge can you flip your pen and catch it behind your back?”

Your eyes widen. “No. Absolutely not.”

Paige smirks. “Easy.”

“Paige, don’t.”

Too late. Paige flicks her pen up, twisting her hand back to catch it blindly.

She misses.

The pen flies past her and smacks the guy behind her right in the forehead.

He lets out an annoyed ow! before rubbing his head.

Paige turns around quickly, flashing an apologetic smile. “My bad! Total accident.”

The guy sighs and hands her pen back, mumbling, “It’s fine.”

KK leans closer, whispering, “You totally just assaulted that dude with your pen.”

Paige snickers. “He’s fine.”

You groan. “Can you two just behave for once?”

Paige nudges your knee under the desk. “But where’s the fun in that?”

You ignore her, opening your notebook as the professor starts setting up their presentation. Maybe if you pretend they don’t exist, they’ll calm down.

Ha. Wishful thinking.

KK, ever the instigator, smirks. “Okay, okay. New challenge, how long can you balance on two legs of your chair?”

Your stomach drops. “KK, no.”

Paige grins. “Oh, that’s light work.”

“Paige—”

Ignoring you, she leans back, lifting the front legs of her chair off the ground, balancing on just two.

She wobbles slightly but steadies herself, looking smug. “Told you.”

KK narrows her eyes. “Alright, but can you—”

Before she can even finish the sentence, Paige leans back too far.

The chair tips.

Time slows down.

You watch in horror as Paige’s smirk disappears, her arms flailing as she tries to grab onto something—but there’s nothing to save her.

With a loud THUD, she crashes to the floor, the chair clattering noisily beneath her.

The entire classroom falls silent.

Every. Single. Person. Turns to look.

Including the professor.

KK’s face turns bright red as she buries her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking violently with suppressed laughter.

Paige groans from the floor. “Ow.”

The professor lets out the longest sigh in human history. “Miss Bueckers…”

Still on the floor, Paige lifts a weak thumbs-up. “I’m good.”

You, on the other hand, feel like disappearing into the floor. Your face is on fire, your hands gripping the edge of your desk so tightly your knuckles turn white.

KK finally loses it, bursting into full-blown laughter, practically gasping for air. “Bro—bro—you wiped out.”

Paige glares at her from the floor. “I know, KK.”

The professor pinches the bridge of their nose. “Miss Bueckers, please get up.”

You don’t even look at Paige as you quickly shoot your hand into the air. “Professor, can I move seats?”

Paige freezes mid-motion, staring at you with wide eyes. “Wait, what?”

KK’s laughter immediately stops, her head whipping toward you. “You’re leaving us?”

The professor, already exhausted, sighs. “I’ll allow it if it means this side of the classroom can focus.”

You don’t hesitate, grabbing your stuff and standing up. You love Paige, you love KK, but right now? You need to get away from the chaos before you lose your mind.

Paige immediately scrambles to her feet, looking heartbroken. “Babe, no! Don’t leave us!”

KK grabs your wrist dramatically. “You can’t just abandon us like this!”

You shake her off, dead serious. “I cannot deal with you two today.”

Paige pouts, giving you actual puppy dog eyes. “But I love sitting next to you.”

KK nods aggressively. “Same! You keep us grounded!”

“That is literally the problem,” you mutter.

The entire class watches in amusement as Paige and KK pout like scolded children, looking genuinely devastated as you grab your stuff and relocate to the other side of the room.

As soon as you sit down, Paige sends you a text.

Paige: I miss you already :(

You roll your eyes. Seconds later, KK texts you too.

KK: This is betrayal.

Paige: I can’t believe my own girlfriend left me.

You ignore them, taking a deep breath as the professor finally starts the lecture.

You finally have peace.

Sitting on the other side of the classroom, away from your childish girlfriend and your equally mischievous best friend, you can actually focus on the lecture. No distractions. No suppressed giggles. No flying pens.

A crumpled piece of paper lands right in front of you.

You close your eyes, inhaling deeply before slowly turning your head toward the other side of the room.

Paige and KK are staring at you, not even trying to look innocent. Paige gives you a small wave, while KK smirks, already crumpling another piece of paper.

You mouth stop.

KK mouths never, and then…

Another crumpled piece of paper lands on your desk.

You grip your pen tightly, taking another deep breath. Ignore them. Maybe if you don’t react, they’ll stop.

A third piece of paper hits you in the shoulder.

Your jaw tightens.

You glance at the professor, who is still deep in lecture mode, oblivious to the chaos brewing in the back of the room.

Then a pencil lands in your lap.

Your head snaps up, and across the room, Paige and KK are barely holding it together. KK has her fist shoved against her mouth to keep from laughing, and Paige is biting her lip, looking ridiculously pleased with herself.

You glare at them.

They wave again.

Oh my god.

You pick up the pencil and chuck it right back at Paige. She yelps as it bounces off her arm, which just makes KK lose it completely, laughing so hard she almost falls out of her chair.

Unfortunately, the sudden yelp and laughter draw the professor’s attention.

Slowly, painfully, they lower their notes and turn to face you.

You freeze, hands still on your desk, pretending to be the perfect student.

“Miss Y/N,” the professor says, exasperated, “I let you move seats so you could focus. Not so you could start throwing things back at them.”

You point at Paige and KK. “They started it!”

The professor sighs, clearly done with all of you. “Please. All three of you. Go stand in the hallway.”

Your eyes widen. “Wait—me too?”

The professor levels you with a stare. “Yes. Please behave your children.”

The entire class erupts into laughter.

Paige and KK are dying. Paige has her head down on the desk, shaking, while KK is practically wheezing.

Your face burns with embarrassment as you grab your stuff, making your way toward the door. Paige and KK follow, looking way too smug about this.

As soon as the three of you step into the hallway, the door closes behind you, and KK immediately bursts out laughing. “Bro, the professor really just called Y/N a parent.”

Paige leans against the wall, grinning. “I mean, are they wrong? You do act like our babysitter.”

You glare at both of them. “This is exactly why I moved.”

Paige steps closer, giving you a sweet, innocent smile. “Babe, don’t be mad.”

You cross your arms. “You literally got me kicked out of class.”

KK smirks. “Technically, you got yourself kicked out when you threw that pencil.”

Your jaw drops. “You hit me first!”

Paige shrugs, leaning against you playfully. “Yeah, but you retaliated. Classic rookie mistake.”

You groan, running a hand down your face. “I hate both of you.”

Paige grins, wrapping her arms around your waist. “No, you don’t.”

You sigh, glaring at her half-heartedly. “I swear, the second we go back in there, I’m sitting somewhere else again.”

KK shakes her head, nudging Paige. “Nah, they’re bluffing.”

Paige smirks. “Oh, for sure. Y/N loves us too much.”

You groan again, but deep down… yeah. Maybe you do.

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Guided By Her Light (Julie Vanloo x Reader)

(This is my own gif)

Summary: A lost traveler in Belgium meets Julie, a helpful local who guides them through the city, turning a frustrating experience into a memorable adventure.

Wordcount: 4.1k

You never imagined that getting lost in a foreign country would be this confusing. Sure, you had heard stories about travelers struggling with language barriers, but you never truly understood how overwhelming it could be until you were the one lost in the heart of Belgium.

The cobblestone streets stretched out before you, a maze of winding alleys and quaint cafes. You had set out with high hopes for exploring the charming city, but now, as the sun began to set, you realized that you were very much out of your element. The streets were quiet, and the buildings were beautiful but unfamiliar, each street sign written in Dutch or French, neither of which you spoke.

Pulling out your phone, you opened your translation app, hoping for some direction. You typed out the phrase in English: "Where am I?" and waited for the app to process.

The translation appeared, but when you tried to show it to the nearest passerby, they only gave you a confused look before quickly walking away. The app had translated it to something unrecognizable, something that didn't match the local language at all.

"Well, this is great," you muttered to yourself, feeling more than a little embarrassed. You glanced around, hoping to spot someone who might be able to help, but everyone around you seemed to be minding their own business.

After wandering a little further, you decided to try a new approach. You looked up the name of a nearby café, hoping to find someone who could at least point you in the right direction. But when you showed the app's translation to the next person, they smiled politely but shook their head and walked away. You could practically hear the wheels of frustration turning in your head.

The more you tried, the worse it seemed to get. Simple phrases turned into comical mistranslations. You'd asked for directions to a museum, only for the app to suggest a nearby "cake factory," and when you tried to ask where the restroom was, the app suggested you "dance with the ducks." Clearly, something wasn't right.

As you stood on the corner, contemplating your next move, you heard someone call out, "Are you lost?"

You turned, startled, and saw a woman standing near a bike rack. She was tall, with blonde hair, and a warm smile on her face. Her eyes were kind, but there was an almost knowing twinkle in them, like she had seen this situation more times than she could count.

"Yeah, I think I'm a little lost," you admitted sheepishly. "I'm trying to find the city center, but... I don't speak any French or Dutch, and my translation app is, uh... not exactly helping."

The woman raised an eyebrow and took a step closer, her eyes scanning you briefly, and then your phone. A laugh escaped her lips before she quickly caught herself. "Sorry," she said, holding her hand up as if trying to apologize, but she couldn't hide the grin on her face. "You just look so... confused."

You felt a little defensive, more than a little embarrassed by your current predicament. "Yeah, well, it's hard not to be when you're trying to get around with a broken translation app in a city where you don't know the language," you shot back, trying to brush off the awkwardness.

Julie held up her hands in mock surrender, still smiling. "Okay, okay. I didn't mean to laugh. I just, uh, can tell you're not exactly in your element here."

"I'm not," you admitted, your cheeks flushing slightly. "This wasn't exactly what I was expecting. I thought it would be easier to get around."

"I get it," Julie said, a hint of sympathy in her voice now. "It's definitely a different experience when you don't speak the language. Let me guess—your translation app isn't doing you any favors, right?"

You gave a small laugh, despite yourself. "You could say that. It's translating things into... I don't even know what."

Julie chuckled, clearly understanding your frustration. "Don't worry. I've seen it all. Trust me, I can help you."

"Really?" you asked, raising an eyebrow in skepticism. "You can help me with my app situation?"

"Not exactly," she said with a playful wink. "But I can help you get around. My name's Julie, by the way. Julie Vanloo."

You blinked, surprised. "Wait... are you—Julie Vanloo? The basketball player?"

Her smile widened, clearly pleased by the recognition. "That's me. And trust me, I'm a lot better at guiding people around than any app is."

With a nod of agreement, you quickly introduced yourself and accepted her offer of help, now feeling a bit more at ease. "Alright, Julie. Lead the way. I'm all yours."

Julie stepped closer to you and casually motioned for you to follow her. "Come on, I'll show you how to actually navigate this place. Let's make it fun instead of frustrating, shall we?"

The two of you set off, with Julie leading the way confidently down the cobblestone streets. As you walked together, Julie chatted with ease, explaining bits of history about the city, pointing out landmarks you hadn't noticed, and adding her own quirky commentary. She had a way of making the most mundane things sound exciting.

"Look at that fountain," Julie said, gesturing towards a beautiful stone structure. "It's one of the oldest in the city. People used to believe the water had magical healing powers. Too bad I can't drink from it, or I'd be even more amazing on the court."

You laughed, enjoying the light-hearted conversation. "Well, I wouldn't mind having some magical powers myself at this point."

Julie smiled and gave a small nod, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I think you've got your own magic. You just need to tap into it. Besides, you're doing great without any magical water."

As the day went on, Julie made sure to keep your spirits up. Every time you tried to ask for directions or help from a local, she was there to laugh off the translation mishap and find a creative solution. The app kept throwing you off course, but Julie just seemed to know how to fix everything with ease.

At one point, you tried to ask for directions to a nearby park. You typed it into your translation app, but the result said something like, "Where is the wolf in the corner?" It was clearly not what you intended.

You looked up at Julie, who was already chuckling at your app's latest mistake. "Let me guess," she teased. "You're looking for the 'wolf' in the park?"

"Yeah, apparently," you said with a grin. "Maybe they have a wildlife exhibit I didn't know about."

Julie laughed. "No wolves here, I'm afraid. But there is a lovely park just a few blocks away. Let's walk there. I'll give you a proper tour, no apps required."

With her guidance, you made your way to the park, taking in the beautiful scenery along the way. It was a peaceful spot, with lush greenery, tall trees, and people lounging on the grass, enjoying the afternoon sun. Julie pointed out the local landmarks, and you couldn't help but admire her deep knowledge of the area.

As you arrived at the park, you found a bench to sit on, and Julie took the opportunity to ask you about your travels so far. "So, how long have you been in Belgium? You seem like you're enjoying the adventure, despite the hiccups."

You leaned back on the bench, feeling more relaxed than you had all day. "I've been here for a few days now, but today's been... interesting, to say the least. I didn't realize how hard it would be to get around without speaking the language."

Julie nodded, her expression thoughtful. "It's definitely a challenge. But I think you're handling it really well. Sometimes it's just about making the best of things and not worrying about being perfect. You're doing great."

The words were simple, but they hit home. You hadn't expected to get this kind of encouragement today, and it made you feel a lot more confident in your ability to navigate through the day.

"Thanks, Julie," you said with a smile. "I appreciate it."

Julie shrugged with a grin. "No problem. It's been fun. I love showing people around. And hey, I think you're ready to tackle more Belgian adventures now."

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in warm oranges and purples, Julie suggested grabbing a bite to eat at a local café. You were more than ready for some comfort food, and you knew you could finally relax now that you had someone helping you along the way.

The café was cozy, with the warm glow of lamps casting soft light over the tables. Julie picked a seat by the window, and as the two of you settled in, the conversation flowed effortlessly. There was something about Julie's laid-back attitude and infectious smile that made you feel at home, even though you were far from it.

"So, what do you think of Belgium so far?" Julie asked as she picked up the menu, her eyes flicking over the options.

"I like it, despite all the confusion. I mean, the city is beautiful," you said, glancing out the window at the streets below. "I just wish I could understand more of what's going on. Everything seems so different."

Julie nodded thoughtfully. "I get that. It's like you're surrounded by something new, and it's exciting but also a little intimidating. But that's the fun part, right? Discovering things on your own... and with a little help from someone who knows the ropes."

You caught her eye, and for a moment, something shifted in the air. You both shared a quiet understanding, a connection that had only deepened throughout the day.

Julie smiled gently, and for a second, the world outside seemed to fade away. There was something about her—her confidence, her warmth—that made you feel like you belonged here, like you were part of something special. It wasn't just the adventure you were starting to enjoy; it was her company, too.

"Well, I'm glad you're here to help me through all this," you said, your voice softer now. "I don't think I'd have made it through the day without you."

Julie's gaze lingered on you for a moment, and she gave a small, genuine smile. "I'm glad to be here. It's been fun... and you're pretty easy to get along with."

Without thinking, you leaned forward, and before you realized what was happening, Julie was doing the same. Your faces were inches apart, and time seemed to stand still. Then, almost instinctively, you closed the space between you, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. It was gentle and fleeting, but it spoke volumes of the connection that had blossomed between you throughout the day.

Julie pulled back slightly, her eyes wide in surprise, but there was a glint of something else there too—something warm, something that mirrored the feeling racing through your chest.

"Well," Julie said, her voice low and playful, "I didn't see that coming."

You chuckled nervously, but it was clear from the smile on her face that she was more than okay with it. "Me neither," you said softly. "But I'm glad it happened."

Julie smiled and winked. "Me too."

The morning after your spontaneous kiss still lingered in the air, filling you with a quiet excitement that you couldn't quite shake. You hadn't expected things to feel so... natural, but there it was—a spark of connection that seemed to glow a little brighter today.

As you sat at the small café in the city, sipping your coffee, Julie appeared at the door, her smile wide as she spotted you sitting by the window. Her presence seemed to light up the space, and when she came over to join you, there was a playful warmth in her eyes.

"Morning!" she greeted, sliding into the seat across from you. "How are you feeling today?"

You grinned, trying to act casual, but the energy from last night still buzzed in the back of your mind. "I'm good. You?"

"I'm great," Julie said, her voice laced with a teasing undertone. "You know, I was thinking... since you've survived yesterday's adventure, how about I show you a bit more of my hometown today? There's so much you haven't seen, and I think you'll love it."

You raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious. "Your hometown? You mean, you're from here?"

Julie nodded, her smile softening. "Yep, I grew up just outside of Brussels. There's a lot of history here, but I've found some hidden gems that most tourists never get to experience. You'll love it, I promise."

You couldn't help but feel your curiosity pique even more. Spending the day with Julie, exploring her hometown, felt like the perfect way to build on the connection that had begun to form the night before.

"Alright, show me your world," you said with a playful grin, trying to sound confident, though the warmth in your chest was impossible to ignore.

Julie led the way through the vibrant streets of Brussels, her pace steady as she weaved through the morning crowds. It was a crisp morning, the kind where the air felt fresh and energized, and the city seemed alive with possibilities.

"We're going to start at the Grand Place," Julie explained, pointing toward the grand square ahead. "It's the heart of the city. This place has been the center of Brussels for centuries. It's beautiful at any time of day, but I think it's especially stunning in the early morning light."

You followed her, captivated by her passion for the city. As you reached the square, the grandeur of the architecture took your breath away. The buildings surrounding the plaza were adorned with intricate details, their golden accents glowing under the sunlight.

"Wow," you murmured, taking in the sight. "This is... incredible."

Julie smiled, clearly pleased by your awe. "It's one of my favorite places. Growing up, I used to come here all the time with my friends. I still come back whenever I need a little reminder of how beautiful this city is."

As you walked together through the square, Julie pointed out the history behind the buildings, telling stories of the city's past and her own experiences growing up here. Her words were rich with detail, and you could tell that she loved sharing this part of her life with you. It made the city feel even more alive, like you were seeing it through her eyes.

Julie led you down narrow side streets, each one more charming than the last. She showed you cozy little cafés tucked away from the crowds, quaint shops selling local delicacies, and hidden alleyways adorned with street art. She even took you to a small bookshop that was so tucked away it almost felt like a secret.

"This place is amazing," you said as you ran your fingers over the spines of old books, each one carrying its own unique story.

Julie gave a small laugh. "I knew you'd like it. I used to spend hours in here just browsing, even if I didn't buy anything. There's something calming about getting lost in a place like this."

After a while, you stopped for lunch at one of Julie's favorite spots, a small bistro tucked along a quieter street. The food was simple but delicious, and the atmosphere was warm and inviting. Julie ordered a dish you hadn't tried yet, something that she claimed was a "must-have" in the region.

As you dug in, you realized that you were beginning to feel more at home in this city, thanks to Julie's warmth and the way she had taken you under her wing. You had never imagined that a day spent getting lost in translation could turn into something so special, and now, you were beginning to appreciate this place in a way you hadn't thought possible.

In the afternoon, Julie took you to a small park on the outskirts of the city. It was a quiet spot, far removed from the hustle and bustle of the city center. The trees there seemed older, their branches heavy with autumn leaves, and the ground was blanketed in a sea of color.

Julie found a spot by the water and motioned for you to sit beside her on the bench. The two of you spent a while there, just enjoying the peace and quiet, your conversation flowing naturally. The world around you seemed to fade away as you focused on each other.

"Tell me more about you," Julie asked after a moment, her voice soft. "What made you come to Belgium?"

You thought for a moment, unsure of how much to share. But with Julie's easy-going presence, you found yourself opening up. "I've always wanted to travel, see different parts of the world. Belgium just seemed like a good place to start. It's a little intimidating not knowing the language, but... I don't know, it feels like there's something special here. And meeting you, well... it's definitely made this place feel more like home."

Julie's eyes softened as she listened, and for a moment, you saw a hint of vulnerability in her expression. "I get that," she said quietly. "I always feel connected to this place, but sometimes it can be a little lonely, too. I'm glad you're here to share it with me."

Her words seemed to linger in the air between you, and something shifted, a deeper understanding passing between the two of you. You both sat in comfortable silence for a while, allowing the moment to settle before Julie leaned over, a playful glint in her eyes.

"You know, I think we make a pretty good team," she said. "I'm showing you around, and you're making this place feel more exciting for me. I like it."

You smiled, your heart fluttering at her words. "I think I'm starting to like you a little more than I thought I would, too," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Julie's gaze softened, and before either of you could say anything else, she leaned in, her lips brushing gently against yours once again. The kiss was slow and tender, a continuation of what had started the night before. This time, there was no hesitation, no awkwardness—just the feeling of something blooming between you, something that was just beginning to take shape.

As you pulled away, both of you smiled, the unspoken understanding between you clearer than ever.

"I think this is the beginning of something great," Julie said, her voice full of warmth.

You couldn't agree more.

As the sun dipped lower into the sky, casting a soft golden glow over the streets of Brussels, Julie looked at you with a spark of excitement in her eyes. You had spent the day wandering through the city, discovering hidden gems, tasting local food, and learning more about Julie's life in Belgium. And now, as the evening settled in, you couldn't help but feel a growing sense of connection to both the city and to Julie herself.

"So," Julie began, her voice playful, "what do you think? Are you ready to see more of my hometown?"

You nodded, feeling a rush of excitement. "Absolutely. I'd love to see more."

Julie's face lit up at your response, and she pulled out her phone. "Alright, where are you staying? I'll make sure I can pick you up and show you around tomorrow, so you don't get lost again."

You chuckled at the memory of the previous day's confusion, the language barrier, and the ongoing struggle to navigate the unfamiliar streets of Brussels. It had certainly been a day full of challenges, but with Julie by your side, everything had felt a little easier.

You gave her the address of the hotel, a cozy spot tucked away near the city center. "It's the Hotel Amigo," you said. "I'll be there for the next few nights."

Julie nodded, typing the address into her phone. "Perfect! I'll swing by tomorrow morning and pick you up, then we'll go on a little adventure. You won't need a map when I'm around," she added with a wink, clearly pleased to be showing you around her hometown.

You grinned, feeling a little more at ease now that you had a concrete plan for the next day. "Looking forward to it. I think it'll be nice to have a local tour guide for once," you said, your voice light with gratitude.

Julie gave a soft laugh, clearly enjoying the idea of showing you more of her world. "I've got plenty of places to show you that most people miss. And don't worry, I'll make sure you're well-fed along the way. No more weird seafood... unless you want to try something else," she teased, nudging you playfully.

You smiled, feeling your cheeks warm with the memory of the previous day's misadventures with the food. "I'm definitely sticking with what I know tomorrow."

As the two of you finished your drinks, the lighthearted banter between you continued, and you found yourself looking forward to what tomorrow would bring. There was still so much of the city to explore, but now, with Julie at your side, it felt less daunting. It felt like an adventure you could share together.

Julie stood up, sliding her phone back into her bag. "I should let you get some rest. Tomorrow's going to be a busy day. But don't worry, I'll make sure it's worth it."

You nodded in agreement, feeling a wave of excitement at the thought of spending more time with Julie and seeing her hometown through her eyes. There was something incredibly special about her enthusiasm and the way she effortlessly made every moment feel significant.

"Goodnight, Julie," you said, giving her a warm smile as you stood to leave.

She smiled back, her eyes twinkling in the fading light. "Goodnight. See you in the morning. And don't forget—tomorrow, it's me showing you around. No more getting lost."

You laughed softly, nodding in agreement. "I wouldn't dream of it."

The following day, you waited eagerly in the lobby, your suitcase neatly packed and your mind full of anticipation. It wasn't just the sights of Brussels that you were looking forward to—it was spending more time with Julie.

Before long, the hotel doors opened, and Julie appeared in the doorway, her energy as vibrant as ever. She was dressed casually, ready for the day, and she flashed you a bright smile when she saw you.

"Ready for another adventure?" she asked, her voice full of excitement.

"Absolutely," you said, feeling a sense of ease wash over you as you joined her outside. You handed her a coffee cup, which she accepted with a grin.

"I knew you'd need caffeine to survive my hometown," she joked as she handed you her phone to show the day's plan.

The day was filled with new discoveries, laughter, and a deeper connection between you and Julie. She took you to places you would have never found on your own: charming neighborhoods, hidden parks, and historic sites that told the story of the city.

At one point, as you walked through an old town square, Julie turned to you, her eyes softening. "This is the part of Brussels I love the most. It's quiet here, but it has so much history."

You admired the picturesque surroundings, the cobblestone streets and rustic architecture. "It feels like stepping back in time," you said. "I can see why you love it here."

Julie smiled. "It's where I grew up. It feels like home. And now, I get to share it with you."

There was something incredibly comforting about being in a place that felt so familiar to her, yet new and exciting to you. It was like the two of you were creating memories together in real-time, and every corner of the city felt like another chapter of your story.

As the day came to a close, Julie led you to a quaint café tucked away in a quiet corner of town. You sat down, sharing a drink, and talked for hours. There was something so natural about the way the conversation flowed between you, and by the time the sun began to set, you were both reluctantly acknowledging that your day together was coming to an end.

Julie stood up, giving you a playful nudge. "Well, I think that's enough adventure for today. But you've got me, my hometown, and my heart at your service anytime."

You smiled, the connection between you stronger than ever. "Thank you, Julie. This has been perfect."

Julie grinned, her eyes sparkling. "We're just getting started."

And in that moment, you couldn't help but agree. With Julie by your side, there were endless possibilities.

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Full Court Family (Kelsey Plum x Reader)

Summary: Kelsey Plum, her partner, and their young son as they spend a day at team practice. As Mason bonds with the players, his playful curiosity leads to humorous moments, showcasing the love and camaraderie of his basketball family.

Wordcount: 2.1k

The sun blazed down, casting long shadows across the court as the Aces' training session got underway. Inside the gym, the atmosphere was alive with the usual energy balls bouncing, sneakers squeaking, and players shouting encouragement to each other. It was one of those days where everything felt perfect. The team was on fire, and there was something special about bringing Mason, our three-year-old son, to watch. For Kelsey, me, and especially Mason, the gym felt like a second home.

Mason had always been fascinated by basketball. It was in his blood—his mom, Kelsey, was one of the team's best players, and he adored watching her play. His little eyes would light up every time he saw her make a shot or nail a pass. But today was extra special: not only was he going to watch the team practice, but he was going to spend time with his extended family, his aunties, as he called them.

I was sitting on the bleachers with Mason, watching him bounce his little basketball as he mimicked the moves of the team. Kelsey was on the court, running drills with her teammates, her usual focus and intensity drawing my attention. But Mason was just as captivated by the players as I was. His eyes were wide, following each pass, every rebound, every shot. The Aces were his idols.

"Mama, look! Basketball!" Mason said, holding up his little ball to show me.

"Yep, that's basketball, buddy," I replied with a smile, ruffling his hair. "You're going to be just like Mommy one day."

"Basketball!" he repeated, his grin growing as wide as the gym.

Before I could say anything else, a familiar voice cut through the noise of the practice session. Sydney Colson, the Aces' veteran point guard, jogged over to us with her usual mischievous smile.

"Well, well, look who's here! The future MVP of the league," Syd said, squatting down to Mason's level and giving him a playful high-five.

Mason giggled and bounced his ball excitedly. "Basketball!" he exclaimed, bouncing around with more energy than even Syd could keep up with.

Syd's eyes sparkled with excitement. "That's my boy! Gotta start 'em young, right?" She turned to me with a grin. "You know, I think I'm going to teach him a few things today."

"Oh, no," I said, laughing nervously. "You can't be serious. You know Kelsey would kill me if Mason picks up any bad habits."

Syd's laugh was mischievous. "Bad habits? Please. I'm a great influence." Her voice was full of playful sarcasm.

The players continued practicing, but Syd had a different kind of practice in mind. As the team worked on their shooting drills, Syd casually walked over to Mason, who was sitting on the bleachers and watching intently. She leaned in, whispering something to him that I couldn't quite hear.

Before I could ask what she was saying, Mason suddenly raised his hand and, without any hesitation, stuck out his middle finger at the players across the court. I froze. My heart skipped a beat as I watched Syd's eyes widen in horror.

"Mason!" I called out, rushing over to him. "What are you doing?!"

Syd was already on her knees next to him, shaking her head. "Oh no, no, no," she muttered under her breath. "I definitely did not teach him that. I swear!"

But Mason was grinning, clearly proud of himself. "Middle finger!" he said, pointing at the team as if he were showing off a new skill.

"I'm pretty sure that wasn't part of the lesson I gave you, buddy," Syd said, looking at me with wide eyes. "I was just telling him about hand signals... like 'peace,' you know? Not this!" She quickly took Mason's hand and lowered his finger, giving me a sheepish look. "I'm so sorry, I didn't think he'd actually... well, you know, do it."

I tried not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. "Syd! What are you teaching him?"

"I swear, it wasn't intentional!" Syd said, her voice rising slightly in panic as she stood up. "It was just a casual thing. I didn't think he'd pick it up so fast!"

Kelsey, who had been finishing up her drill across the court, glanced over at us and saw what was going on. She raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile spreading across her face. "What's going on over here?" she called.

"Nothing!" I said quickly, trying to brush it off. "Just a little... misunderstanding."

Kelsey narrowed her eyes. "Uh-huh. And I'm guessing Syd had something to do with it?"

Syd, clearly a little embarrassed, scratched the back of her neck. "Okay, okay, maybe I gave him a few hand gestures. But I swear I didn't teach him the middle finger!"

"Oh, I'll bet you didn't," Kelsey said, her tone playful but with a hint of mock seriousness. "Mason, buddy, you can't do that. You can't show people the middle finger, okay?"

Mason nodded seriously, as if he completely understood. But his mischievous grin said otherwise. "Middle finger!" he said again, this time to Kelsey, as if he were trying to teach her.

Kelsey looked at Syd, trying to stifle a laugh. "This is your fault."

"Hey, I'm just trying to make sure he's well-rounded," Syd said, holding her hands up in defense. "A little attitude never hurt anyone."

Kelsey rolled her eyes but couldn't help smiling. "Well, he's certainly picking up some things from you, that's for sure."

As practice continued, I watched Syd keeping a close eye on Mason, as if trying to make up for the middle finger incident. But of course, it wasn't just that one moment where Syd's influence became apparent.

Later, during a break, Mason wandered over to where a few players were chatting. Syd was standing nearby, making conversation with Chelsea. Chelsea was gesturing with her hands, talking about their upcoming game, when Syd, in her usual joking manner, added a playful exclamation.

"Ugh, this season's going to be a pain in the ass," Syd said dramatically, rolling her eyes.

Mason, who had been listening intently, tilted his head to the side. "Pain in the ass?" he asked, his eyes wide.

"Oh no," I muttered, walking over quickly. "Syd, you have got to be more careful!"

Syd put a hand over her mouth, looking genuinely shocked. "I didn't mean for him to hear that."

I sighed, holding onto Mason's little hand. "Syd, seriously! What are we going to do with you?"

"I'm sorry! I'm trying to be a good influence!" Syd said, her voice apologetic but still lighthearted. "I swear I don't curse around him on purpose!"

But Mason, of course, was already repeating it. "Pain in the ass!" he said, clearly proud of his new phrase.

The other players started laughing, watching the situation unfold with amusement. A'ja, ever the calm and collected one, walked over and knelt beside Mason. "Okay, little man," she said with a smile. "I think we need to work on some new words for you."

"Basketball!" Mason said, holding up his little ball in triumph.

"Basketball, yes!" A'ja said, nodding seriously. "Let's stick to basketball, okay?"

"Stick to basketball," I repeated, shaking my head as I looked at Syd. "That's the only thing he's allowed to repeat today."

The rest of the practice was full of more laughter, with Syd giving Mason extra attention to make up for the two "bad habits" she'd inadvertently taught him. As the team wrapped up, I could tell Mason had formed his own little bond with the Aces, his aunties were already spoiling him, just like they did every time he came to practice.

"I think he's going to be just fine," Kelsey said with a laugh, watching Mason run around the court, his ball bouncing every which way.

"Yeah, as long as Aunt Syd keeps her hands to herself," I joked.

"I promise I'll keep the middle fingers and curse words to a minimum," Syd said with a grin, holding up her hands in mock surrender. "But no promises on the attitude. He's definitely picking that up."

"Just keep teaching him basketball," Kelsey said, rolling her eyes. "I can't have him walking around the house calling me 'pain in the ass’."

"Deal," Syd said with a wink. "But I can't promise he won't be a little bit of a troublemaker. That's just how we roll."

I could hear the laughter and playful chatter from across the court as the team wrapped up practice. Mason had definitely made his mark today, and I couldn't help but smile at the sight of him running around, basketball in hand, clearly in his element. The team had really taken him under their wing, treating him like the little nephew they never knew they needed.

"Alright, Mason," I called out, crouching down to his level. "It's time to go home, buddy."

Mason paused in his tracks, holding his basketball tightly, his face scrunched in thought. He wasn't ready to leave not when he was having so much fun with his aunties. Kelsey, walking over to join us, gave him an encouraging smile.

"Let's go, little man," Kelsey said, gently ruffling his hair as she crouched beside me. "You can come back tomorrow and play some more, but right now, it's nap time."

"No nap!" Mason protested, shaking his head firmly. "Basketball!"

I exchanged a look with Kelsey, both of us trying not to laugh. Mason was already so invested in the game. Maybe it was in his genes, or maybe it was just the way he'd been raised surrounded by basketball all his life. But I couldn't deny it, he was a little basketball prodigy in the making.

"Well, how about we make a deal?" Kelsey said, standing up and offering Mason her hand. "You take a nap now, and when you wake up, we'll play basketball in the yard. Just me and you. How does that sound?"

Mason's eyes lit up at the mention of playing basketball with Kelsey. "Basketball!" he shouted, finally accepting that nap time was inevitable if it meant more basketball later. He took Kelsey's hand and allowed her to lead him out of the gym, still clutching his ball like it was the most important thing in the world.

I followed closely behind, glancing back at the team as they gathered their things and headed out of the gym, their laughter still ringing in the air.

"I think we made a lasting impression on him today," A'ja said as she walked past me. She had a knowing smile on her face, clearly amused by the chaos that had unfolded during practice. "He's got the attitude, the energy, and the basketball spirit. He's going to be a handful for you two."

"I can already tell," I replied with a laugh. "But at least we know he's in good hands. I mean, look at the aunties he's got. Syd might've been the cause of his 'middle finger incident,' but she sure knows how to keep him entertained."

A'ja chuckled. "Oh, Syd's the expert when it comes to mischief. But we all love Mason like he's our own. He's definitely part of the Aces family now."

As I made my way to the parking lot with Kelsey and Mason, I felt a sense of gratitude wash over me. Today had been a reminder of how lucky we were, lucky to have this family, lucky to be surrounded by such a supportive and loving group of people who not only embraced us but loved Mason like he was their own.

It wasn't just the basketball skills they were passing down to him. It was their kindness, their sense of humor, and their undying support for one another. These were the things that mattered. These were the things that would shape Mason into a man who understood the value of family, loyalty, and the joy of playing the game.

When we got home, Mason was asleep in the backseat, clutching his basketball with one hand and his favorite blanket with the other. I glanced at Kelsey, who had a soft smile on her face as she looked back at our son.

“I think today was a success,” she said quietly.

“Definitely,” I agreed. “We’ve got a lot to look forward to with him.”

We both watched Mason for a moment, savoring the peace before the inevitable chaos of his toddler years returned. There was no doubt in my mind that Mason would continue to make memories like today full of laughter, a few mishaps, and a whole lot of basketball. But no matter what, he would always have his family, his aunties, and the game to keep him grounded.

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So excited to release some more imagines I have written for a few more WNBA players and I have a few for Paige Bueckers.

It’s just taking a bit longer due to college started back up and I’m not very good at Sociology so I’m struggling to understand the concepts and the homework is kicking my butt.

Will hopefully be able to upload some next week on Friday. Stayed tuned! I have at least eight stories in the works right now.

P.S. you’ll see in the tags who I’m doing the current eight on.

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Grounded in Chaos (Paige Bueckers x Reader)

Summary:When Paige and her friend KK turn a quiet evening into chaos, you end up grounding Paige to get some peace for studying. But Paige's playful attempts at "responsibility" and her quirky distractions make for a funny and frustrating night, reminding you that even a grounding can't tame her energy.

Wordcount:2.9k

The sun had barely begun to set, casting warm hues of orange and pink across the sky, but inside your shared apartment, chaos reigned supreme. It was supposed to be a quiet evening, a time for you to focus on studying for your upcoming finals. Books, highlighters, and scattered notes covered every inch of the dining table, a testament to the academic war you were waging.

But peace and focus? Those had left the building the moment Paige Bueckers, your girlfriend, and KK Arnold, her partner in crime, decided to turn the living room into their personal playground. The sound of laughter, basketballs bouncing, and sneakers squeaking on hardwood echoed through the apartment, threatening to shred your last nerve.

You had tried to get used to this, tried to embrace it, even. Paige and KK had a dynamic that was infectious, their energy contagious in the worst and best ways. They'd been best friends for years, so their connection was like a magnetic force that never seemed to let up. Paige, with her easy confidence and her larger-than-life persona, was a force of nature in herself. KK, on the other hand, with her quick wit and an attitude that could melt anyone, made it impossible not to get swept up in whatever wild thing she decided to do next. It wasn't always easy to keep up with them, but you loved them—crazy as they were.

Still, tonight, you needed peace. You had an exam the next day and couldn't afford another round of procrastination. The hours you'd already put in should have been enough to make you feel confident, but the pressure to excel in every aspect of your life weighed heavily. That pressure was only made worse by the constant interruptions from the duo in the next room.

"Okay, okay, watch this," KK's voice rang out, filled with excitement.

You glanced up from your notes just in time to see KK toss a basketball in Paige's direction. Paige caught it effortlessly, grinning like the confident star she was, and immediately attempted a trick shot aimed at the laundry basket across the room.

The ball ricocheted off the rim of the basket, bounced off the wall, and narrowly missed your stack of notes. You froze, your pen hovering mid-air, as the ball rolled under the table.

"Oops," Paige said, biting her lip to stifle a laugh.

"Oops?" you repeated, your voice dripping with disbelief. "Paige, KK, I'm trying to study here!"

"Babe, you've been at it all day," Paige said, grabbing the ball and tossing it back to KK. "You need a break."

"Yeah," KK chimed in, dribbling the ball. "Come on, live a little! Finals will still be there tomorrow."

You clenched your jaw, trying to keep your cool. "If I fail because I didn't study, finals won't be the only thing I'm dealing with tomorrow. So please, can you two just... not?"

For a moment, they seemed to take your words seriously. Paige nodded solemnly, and KK mimicked the gesture, both of them wearing exaggerated expressions of mock remorse. You sighed, relieved that they were finally going to leave you in peace.

But, of course, it didn't last.

"Bet you can't bank it off the fridge," KK challenged Paige, holding up the basketball like a trophy.

"Oh, you're on," Paige shot back, her competitive spirit ignited.

"You have got to be kidding me," you muttered, dropping your pen and burying your face in your hands. The sound of the ball bouncing against the fridge and then the floor was the final straw.

"That's it!" you exclaimed, pushing back your chair and standing up. Both Paige and KK froze mid-laugh, the basketball caught awkwardly between them. You rarely got angry, but when you did, the temperature in the room seemed to drop, and both of them instinctively knew they had crossed the line.

"Uh-oh," KK whispered dramatically, her usual bravado noticeably shaken.

"Paige Madison Bueckers," you began, your tone firm and low, a sure sign you meant business. KK and Paige exchanged wide-eyed glances, their expressions a mix of fear and regret.

"I'm grounding you. You're grounded."

Paige blinked, clearly caught off guard. "What?"

"You heard me. You're grounded," you repeated, crossing your arms.

"Wait, can you even ground me?" Paige asked, her lips twitching as she tried to suppress a grin.

"I can, and I just did," you shot back. Your tone left no room for argument, and Paige's grin faltered slightly as she realized you were not messing around.

"What about basketball?" Paige asked, her tone suddenly serious.

You hesitated for a moment before sighing. "Fine. Other than basketball, you're grounded."

Paige exchanged a glance with KK, who looked like she was enjoying every second of this despite the palpable tension.

"Okay, so no TV," you continued.

Paige raised an eyebrow. "The TV's already broken."

You frowned. "Then no computer."

"I need the computer for school," Paige pointed out, her tone oh-so-reasonable.

You glared at her, searching for something—anything—to ban. "Then no, uh... no KK."

KK's eyes widened in mock horror. "What? No KK?"

"NO KK!" you repeated, pointing a finger at her for emphasis.

The room fell silent for a beat before Paige burst out laughing, doubling over and clutching her sides. KK looked between the two of you, her expression a mix of indignation and amusement, but she clearly understood you weren't in the mood for further antics.

"You can't just ban me," KK protested, albeit more cautiously than usual.

"I just did," you replied, your voice steady despite the ridiculousness of the situation. "No KK until I've finished studying."

Paige wiped a tear from her eye, still laughing, but her laughter was tinged with a nervous edge. "Oh my god, babe, you're the best."

"I'm serious," you said, glaring at both of them.

"Alright, alright," Paige said, holding up her hands in surrender. "We'll leave you alone. No more basketball, no more chaos. Happy?"

"Ecstatic," you muttered, sitting back down and picking up your pen.

For the next few minutes, the apartment was blessedly quiet. You managed to get through an entire page of notes without interruption, a feat that felt like a minor miracle. But just as you started to feel hopeful, you heard a faint whisper.

"Psst, KK," Paige whispered loudly.

"What?" KK whispered back, equally loud.

You looked up, narrowing your eyes. "What are you two doing?"

"Nothing!" they chorused, their faces the picture of innocence.

Moments later, a small paper airplane landed on your notes. You unfolded it to find a crude drawing of yourself, complete with steam coming out of your ears. Beneath it, Paige had written, We're sorry... kind of.

You couldn't help it—you laughed. "You two are impossible," you said, shaking your head.

"But you love us," Paige said, her grin wide and unrepentant.

"Unfortunately," you teased, rolling your eyes.

Despite the chaos, you couldn't deny that life with Paige and KK was never boring. Frustrating? Sure. Exhausting? Absolutely. But in the end, their laughter and love made every moment worthwhile even if it meant grounding your girlfriend and her partner in crime from time to time.

Just as you settled back into your study groove, the sound of KK whispering something mischievous to Paige snapped your concentration yet again. You slammed your notebook shut and stood up, your patience officially at zero.

"That's it. KK, out. Now," you declared, pointing toward the door.

"What? Me?" KK said, her voice a mix of shock and amusement. But there was a hint of hesitation, a flicker of genuine concern that showed she wasn't keen on pushing you any further.

"Yes, you," you said firmly. "You're officially evicted for the night. Go home. Do whatever you do when you're not here. Just let me study in peace!"

Paige burst out laughing again, but KK put on her best pout. "This is unfair. I thought we were friends."

"We are. And as your friend, I need you to leave before I lose my mind," you said, walking over to grab her jacket from the hook by the door.

KK reluctantly stood, taking her jacket with exaggerated slowness. "Fine, but just so you know, this is a betrayal I'll never forget."

"Oh, I'll sleep just fine," you said dryly, opening the door.

KK walked out, but not before turning back dramatically. "Paige, remember me. Tell my story."

"Get out!" you said, laughing despite yourself as you shut the door behind her.

The apartment fell into blissful silence. Paige leaned against the couch, still chuckling. "You're kind of scary when you're mad, you know that?"

"You should keep that in mind the next time you decide to turn the apartment into a gym," you replied, sitting back down. "Now, are you going to behave, or should I ground you again?"

Paige held up her hands. "I swear, I'll be good."

"Good," you said, picking up your pen again. "Because if I have to get up one more time, I'm grounding everyone in this building."

Paige laughed, but this time, she kept her promise, letting you study in peace at last.

Minutes later, the sound of soft footsteps caught your attention. You glanced up to see Paige slipping toward the door, clearly attempting to follow after KK.

"Don't even think about it," you warned.

Paige froze, her hand inches from the doorknob. "What? I was just—"

"If you leave out that door," you said, your voice dropping to an ominous calm, "I'll be talking to Coach about giving you extra suicides."

Paige's eyes widened, and she stepped back from the door immediately. "Okay, okay. Point taken. I'm staying."

"Good choice," you replied, turning back to your notes.

Paige flopped onto the couch, letting out a dramatic sigh. "You're terrifying sometimes, you know that?"

"And you're exhausting," you retorted, smirking. "Now sit down, be quiet, and let me study."

"Yes, ma'am," Paige muttered, grabbing a throw pillow and hugging it to her chest. For the first time all evening, silence finally reigned in the apartment.

A few moments passed before Paige broke the silence, her voice soft but filled with mischief. "Hey, babe..."

"Don't," you warned, but your smile betrayed your attempt at sternness. "Don't even think about it."

Paige laughed quietly, but complied, sinking deeper into the couch as she finally let you study in peace.

As you bent over your notes, the silence in the apartment stretched out longer than it ever had before. For a few minutes, you were able to concentrate, the weight of your looming finals feeling just a bit lighter. But then you felt it—the weight of Paige's gaze, pressing on you from across the room.

You glanced up from your textbook and found Paige sitting on the couch, her chin resting on her hand. Her eyes were wide and focused on you, but there was a distinct lack of interest. She was watching you study, not in an admiring way, but more in the way someone might stare at a TV show they don't really like but can't look away from.

"Are you... seriously just watching me study?" you asked, your voice laced with amusement.

Paige didn't respond immediately. Instead, she let out an exaggerated sigh, dramatically falling back onto the couch with her arms spread wide. "I don't know how you do it, babe. How can you just sit there for hours reading and writing and... whatever it is you do? It's like torture."

You couldn't help but laugh at her exaggeration. "I don't have a choice. Finals wait for no one."

"Yeah, I get that," Paige said with a half-hearted wave, "but this is boring. It's just... you're just sitting there, doing the same thing over and over. And I can't even bother you! You said I was grounded!"

You turned your attention back to your notes, fighting the smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "Exactly. You're grounded. You need to learn some discipline."

Paige groaned dramatically and rolled onto her side, her face buried in the couch cushion. "Ugh, this is like prison." She peeked up at you, her eyes twinkling. "Well, if I can't distract you, maybe I can just entertain myself in other ways."

You shot her a sideways glance. "What are you thinking?"

A mischievous grin spread across her face as she sat up. "Well, since I'm grounded, I guess I'll be productive too." She stood up, stretching dramatically. "I'll organize my life!"

You raised an eyebrow, unsure of where this was going. "Organize your life?"

Paige nodded enthusiastically. "Yep! Grounded or not, I've got to get things done." She grabbed a few items off the coffee table—a random assortment of books, clothes, and a couple of things you hadn't even noticed and started stacking them in strange, random piles around the apartment.

"Isn't that your pile of clothes that need to be folded?" you asked, squinting in confusion as she carefully placed it on the couch with a very serious look on her face.

"Exactly! I'm organizing," Paige declared. "And look, this pile of notebooks? This can be a bookshelf now." She stacked your textbooks one on top of the other, like a wobbly tower.

You could feel the corners of your mouth twitching as you watched her carefully make piles of the mess she had just created. It was almost like a game to her, one where she took the grounding seriously, but in a very "Paige" way.

"Well, I can't argue with your dedication," you said dryly, shaking your head.

Paige gave a mock salute. "Thank you, thank you. I do my best." Then she went over to the window, pulling the curtains closed before turning back with a puzzled expression. "Why is it that when you want to study, the world decides to have fun without you? Like, this should be a communal thing! We should all be focused and studying together, but no—here I am, stuck organizing random piles of stuff."

You stifled a laugh. "It's called 'discipline,' babe. Something you could learn a little more about."

"Ugh, I have plenty of discipline!" she replied, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. "I'm grounded. I'm not complaining. You're the one who grounded me! I'm just making the best of a bad situation."

You shook your head, finally giving in to the amusement bubbling inside. "I never thought you'd take grounding so seriously."

"I'm a responsible adult," Paige declared with exaggerated seriousness, though her eyes were full of mischief. "I take my responsibilities seriously."

You chuckled, feeling the tension of your studies easing just a little. As ridiculous as it was, Paige's attempt at being responsible and her newfound "organization skills" was distracting enough to break the monotony. It wasn't quite what you had imagined your study session would look like, but the amusement she brought was a welcome interruption.

Paige, growing bored of her self-imposed "organization," flopped back onto the couch again, but this time she kept a respectful distance. "Okay, okay. I can't do this anymore. Watching you study is like watching paint dry. I don't care how much of a genius you are, this is painful."

"Well, you're the one who's grounded. I'm studying. It's what responsible people do," you teased.

Paige poked her tongue out at you before snatching a cushion and tossing it at your head. "I know, I know. But you're so serious about it! This is your life now? Books, notes, and highlighters?"

"Unfortunately, yeah," you said, only half-kidding. "But once I finish studying, maybe we can actually do something fun."

Paige looked at you thoughtfully. "Yeah, yeah. I guess I can survive a few more hours of silence. As long as we get to go out and do something fun afterward, I'll suffer through this."

You gave her a pointed look. "No more distractions?"

She held up her hands in surrender. "Okay, fine! I'll behave. But only because I love you."

"And because you're grounded," you added with a smile, sitting back down and picking up your pen again.

Paige laughed softly, curling into the couch, still playing the part of the obedient, grounded girlfriend—at least for now. "Yeah, yeah, grounded. I'll be good."

For the next little while, the silence wasn't quite as peaceful as you'd imagined. It was a strange mixture of quiet focus and Paige's playful energy, still radiating in the background. But it worked. You managed to finish a few more pages of notes, and Paige seemed to settle into her self-imposed confinement, her boredom shifting from dramatic antics to occasional mutterings as she tried to occupy herself with her own brand of "responsibility."

As you closed your notebook, finished with your study session, you looked over at her. Paige had somehow turned the "grounding" into her own personal challenge and in a way, she had kept her word. Even if she hadn't exactly been a model citizen in the conventional sense, you couldn't deny that her presence, however unconventional, made the long study session feel a lot less grueling.

"All right, I'm done," you said, stretching. "We can finally take a break."

Paige jumped up from the couch, a wide grin on her face. "Yes! I've earned my freedom!"

"Just remember," you said with a smirk, "If I have to study again tonight, you're back to being grounded."

Paige held her hands up in mock surrender. "I've learned my lesson. I'll behave... mostly."

As you two left the apartment to enjoy the evening, you couldn't help but think that, as exhausting as it was, life with Paige and her colorful brand of "responsibility" was never boring.

[troyo-boyo]

Midnight Snack Adventures (KK Arnold x Reader)

Summary: A quiet night in the dorm takes an unexpected turn when KK’s midnight snack mission turns chaotic.

Wordcount:1k

The dorm room was quiet, the kind of quiet that settles deep and feels like a blanket. I lay in bed, wrapped in KK’s arms, her warmth lulling me to sleep. The faint hum of the heater filled the room, but it was otherwise silent. The moonlight filtered through the blinds, casting soft stripes across the walls.

KK shifted slightly, her breath even and steady against my neck. For a moment, I let myself savor the calm. It wasn’t every day we got to enjoy moments like these, away from the demands of classes, practices, and everything else. Sharing her dorm with Paige made privacy a bit of a luxury, but tonight, the stars had aligned.

Or so I thought.

A muffled thud jolted me awake. I blinked in the darkness, trying to place the sound. Another faint noise followed, this time a metallic clink. I turned over to find KK’s side of the bed empty, the blanket rumpled and cold.

“KK?” I whispered, sitting up. No response.

I swung my legs off the bed, my feet touching the cool wooden floor. Another sound, a muffled yelp this time came from the kitchen. My heart skipped a beat. What was going on?

I padded toward the door, squinting into the dim hallway. The dorm was pitch black, save for the faint glow of the streetlights outside. A crash echoed from the kitchen, followed by a hissed curse.

“KK,” I muttered under my breath. What was she doing?

I stepped into the hallway, the faint chill of the night air creeping through the cracks. As I approached the kitchen, another figure suddenly appeared in the shadows. My heart leapt into my throat.

It was Paige, clutching a baseball bat, her posture tense and ready. Her eyes darted toward the kitchen, then back to me.

“Stay back,” she whispered urgently, her grip tightening on the bat. “I think there’s an intruder.”

“Paige, wait—” I started, but she was already moving. I followed her as she crept toward the kitchen, her movements cautious yet determined.

The sound of a drawer slamming shut came from the kitchen. Paige’s shoulders tensed, and she raised the bat.

“Whoever you are, you better get out before I—”

She never got to finish her sentence. I stepped into the kitchen just as KK emerged from behind the counter, holding a bag of chips in one hand and a bottle of soda in the other. Her wide eyes met Paige’s, and she froze like a deer in headlights.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” KK exclaimed, dropping the bag of chips and raising her hands. “It’s just me!”

Paige lowered the bat slightly but didn’t relax. “What the hell are you doing creeping around in the dark?”

“I didn’t want to wake anyone,” KK said defensively, still keeping her hands up. “I just wanted a snack.”

“You didn’t want to wake anyone, but you’ve been banging around like a one-woman demolition crew,” Paige snapped, finally lowering the bat completely.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. “Okay, everyone just calm down. KK, maybe next time you could turn on a light?”

KK’s sheepish expression made me chuckle. “Yeah, yeah, okay. My bad.”

Paige rolled her eyes, muttering something about “athletes and their midnight cravings” before heading back to her room. KK looked at me, her face a mix of guilt and embarrassment.

“Sorry I woke you,” she said, her voice soft.

I shook my head, stepping closer. “It’s okay. But seriously, what were you thinking?”

She shrugged, setting the soda bottle on the counter. “I was hungry, and I didn’t want to bother you.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Well, you’ve definitely kept things interesting tonight.”

She grinned, her earlier embarrassment melting away. “That’s me, always keeping you on your toes.”

We cleaned up the mess together, stifling our laughter to avoid waking Paige again. Once the kitchen was back in order, we returned to the bedroom. KK climbed back into bed, pulling me close.

“Thanks for not letting Paige knock me out,” she whispered, her lips brushing against my temple.

I laughed softly. “You’re welcome. But next time, just turn on the light.”

She nodded, her arms tightening around me. “Deal.”

As I drifted off to sleep again, I couldn’t help but think about how life with KK was never dull. Even in the quietest moments, she had a way of making everything feel like an adventure. And honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The next morning, the sunlight streaming through the blinds woke me. KK was already awake, her phone in hand as she scrolled through social media. She noticed me stirring and smiled.

“Morning,” she said softly, leaning down to kiss my forehead.

“Morning,” I replied, my voice still groggy. “Sleep okay after last night’s excitement?”

She chuckled. “Yeah, once my heart rate settled. Paige, on the other hand, might still be mad.”

I laughed, stretching lazily. “She’ll get over it. She’s used to your antics by now.”

KK pouted playfully. “My antics? That was a one-time thing.”

“Sure it was,” I teased, sitting up. “Let’s just hope she doesn’t bring the bat to breakfast.”

We both laughed, the sound filling the small room. It was moments like these that made everything worth it. No matter what chaos life threw our way, we always found a way to laugh through it together.

As we got ready for the day, KK’s lightheartedness was infectious. She danced around the room, singing off-key to a song stuck in her head. I couldn’t help but join in, our laughter echoing through the dorm.

When we finally emerged from the room, Paige was in the kitchen, sipping her coffee and eyeing us suspiciously. She raised an eyebrow but said nothing, clearly still recovering from the night’s events.

“Morning, Paige,” KK said cheerfully, grabbing a piece of toast from the counter.

Paige’s eyes narrowed. “Morning. Try not to scare me half to death again, okay?”

“No promises,” KK replied with a grin, earning an exasperated sigh from Paige.

I shook my head, hiding a smile as I poured myself a cup of coffee. Life with KK might be unpredictable, but it was never boring. And as Paige muttered something about “midnight snack disasters,” I realized that even the chaos had its charm.

[troyo-boyo]

Twinkling Moments (Cameron Brink x Reader)

Summary: A cozy Christmas Day spent decorating, sharing festive treats, and exploring holiday lights, capturing the warmth and joy of the season.

Wordcount: 3.3k

The soft hum of holiday music filled the room as you carefully hung another ornament on the Christmas tree. The scent of pine mixed with the faint smell of cinnamon candles, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. The living room was bathed in the soft glow of twinkling lights, and you couldn't help but smile as you took in the festive surroundings. It was the perfect setting for the holiday season.

"Hey, can you pass me that one?" Cameron's voice floated over from the other side of the room, and you glanced over to find her standing on the ladder, reaching for a higher branch of the tree. Her blonde hair was tied up in a messy bun, and she was wearing a cozy Christmas sweater with reindeer on it. You couldn't help but chuckle at how adorable she looked, especially when she made an exaggerated face of concentration while trying to place a star-shaped ornament perfectly.

"Of course." You handed her the ornament, your fingers brushing against hers as you passed it over, and she smiled warmly at you, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"I swear, if this ornament isn't perfectly aligned, the whole tree will be off," she joked, her voice playful, and you couldn't help but laugh.

"Well, in that case, I better make sure it's just right," you teased back, reaching for another ornament to hang. As you stood back to admire the tree, you realized how much it meant to have this moment with her—quiet, simple, and filled with love.

"This looks so good," you said, taking in the tree with a satisfied nod. It was full of ornaments, each one telling its own little story. Some were old, passed down from family members, while others were newer, picked out together during past holidays. And of course, there were the little touches that Cameron loved, like the snowflake garlands and the twinkling white lights that wrapped around the branches, giving it a magical, winter wonderland feel.

"I think we might just be pros at this," Cameron remarked, stepping down from the ladder and standing beside you. She placed her hands on her hips, surveying the tree with pride.

"I'd say so," you agreed, a soft laugh escaping your lips as you looked at her. The way her eyes shone with joy as she looked at the decorations made you feel even more grateful to be sharing this time together.

Cameron's gaze softened as she looked over at you, a playful grin tugging at the corners of her lips. "You know what's missing?"

"What's that?" you asked, feeling curious.

She walked over to the pile of decorations and picked up a small box. "The mistletoe," she said, winking at you as she held it up.

Your heart skipped a beat as she hung it in the doorway that led into the living room, positioning it perfectly above where you stood. You felt your cheeks flush slightly, the playful tension between the two of you building.

"Well, we can't leave that out," you said, your voice soft, though a teasing edge was still there.

Cameron turned to face you, stepping closer with that signature grin of hers that always made your heart race. "You're right," she said, her voice low and playful, "We wouldn't want to miss out on the chance for a little holiday cheer."

As she stood before you, the world seemed to slow down for just a moment. There, in the midst of the holiday decorations, the lights, and the warmth of the season, it felt like the two of you were in your own little world.

"You're such a dork," you said softly, laughing as she reached up to lightly tug at the mistletoe, guiding you gently under it.

"I think you love it," she replied, her voice a little huskier now, and before you could respond, her lips were on yours, the kiss tender and full of warmth. It was everything you had come to love about being with her—playful, loving, and so very real.

As you pulled away, you both giggled, the moment of intimacy lingering in the air between you.

"Alright," Cameron said, stepping back, her voice turning back to her usual chipper tone, "Now that the mistletoe's up, let's get the rest of these decorations done. We've got a whole apartment to make festive!"

You nodded, eager to continue your decorating adventure. You and Cameron made a great team, balancing each other out perfectly. While she had an eye for the perfect placement of decorations, you had the patience to make sure everything was just right. Together, the apartment quickly transformed into a holiday haven, with stockings hung by the fireplace, garlands draped across the banister, and little details scattered everywhere. There was a sense of comfort and joy in the air, an energy that made everything feel magical.

As you moved to hang the wreath by the front door, Cameron followed you, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "You know, I was thinking..."

"Uh-oh," you teased, raising an eyebrow. "That never sounds like good news."

"Don't worry," she said, laughing as she shrugged. "It's good news, I promise. I was thinking maybe we could start a new tradition. You know, something just for us."

"Like what?" you asked, genuinely curious.

She looked over at you, her expression softening, her eyes full of that special kind of warmth that only came when she was being completely sincere. "What if we spend Christmas Eve together—just the two of us? We could cook dinner, watch movies, and just... enjoy the night. No distractions, no pressure, just us."

You smiled at the idea, feeling a sense of happiness well up inside you. "I love that. We can make it perfect."

"I knew you'd be on board," she said with a grin, as she set the last ornament on the tree. "You're the best."

You both took a step back, admiring the finished tree. The room was glowing with holiday cheer, and the Christmas spirit seemed to fill every corner. You couldn't imagine being anywhere else, with anyone else, especially not when you had Cameron by your side.

As you stood there, taking in the beauty of the room, Cameron turned to you with a soft smile. "You know, these are the moments I'll always treasure. Just being with you. It's perfect."

You leaned over to kiss her again, this time lingering a little longer, savoring the moment. "I feel the same way."

The two of you stood there in silence for a moment, wrapped up in the magic of the season and in each other.

The soft glow of the Christmas tree lights cast a warm ambiance over the room, and as you and Cameron stood there, still holding each other's gaze, a sense of peace and contentment settled between the two of you. Everything was just right—exactly how you imagined it would feel to spend the holidays together.

"I think we're done decorating," Cameron said, her voice light as she stepped back, taking in the room with a satisfied smile. "And it looks amazing. I can't wait to show it off to everyone."

"I agree," you said, leaning against the arm of the couch as you surveyed the space. "This feels like home. And it's only going to get better when we're in here together for Christmas."

Cameron nodded, and then with a playful grin, she said, "Now that the hard part's done, how about some hot cocoa? It's practically a tradition now, right?"

You laughed, shaking your head. "You know, I think we've already created our own traditions in the past few years. And this one sounds perfect."

Cameron's eyes lit up as she made her way to the kitchen, already pulling out the mugs, marshmallows, and cocoa powder. You followed her, grabbing the milk from the fridge as you both worked in tandem to prepare the perfect holiday treat.

As the cocoa began to simmer on the stove, you leaned against the kitchen counter, watching Cameron. Her movements were fluid, confident, but there was something undeniably endearing about how she took the time to make everything just right—the way she stirred the cocoa just a little longer than necessary, the tiny smile she gave when she found the perfect amount of marshmallows to top the drink.

"Everything's perfect," you said softly, as you watched her focus on the task at hand.

She turned to you, her face lighting up with affection. "You're always so sweet," she replied, offering you a cup of hot cocoa as she finished with the last few touches. You took it gratefully, holding the warm cup between your hands as you both made your way back to the living room, the soft clink of mugs against the table the only sound filling the air.

The two of you settled onto the couch, wrapping yourselves in a blanket that was just big enough for both of you. You leaned against Cameron's shoulder, sighing contentedly as she reached for the TV remote and began scrolling through holiday movies.

"Are you in the mood for a Christmas classic or something a little more silly?" she asked, her voice teasing as she raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, we're definitely doing the cheesy ones tonight," you said, laughing. "You know, the ones with the overly sentimental plots and the predictable endings. It's not Christmas without them."

"Deal," Cameron said, her tone lighthearted as she hit play on the movie. The soft sound of carolers singing and the crackling of a fire filled the room, and you snuggled closer into the warmth of the blanket, your heart swelling with happiness.

As the movie played, you and Cameron sat in comfortable silence, occasionally exchanging knowing glances or chuckling at particularly ridiculous scenes. The evening felt timeless—one of those moments you'd look back on with fondness in the years to come.

You didn't need grand gestures to feel loved; it was the quiet moments like this that made everything seem just right. The way Cameron's hand found yours, how she gently rubbed your fingers as you both settled in, and the warmth of her body against yours as the room grew colder. It was these little things that made the holidays so special.

Eventually, the movie ended, and Cameron turned off the TV, the soft light of the tree providing the only illumination in the room. You both sat there for a while, content in the quiet, sipping the last of your cocoa.

"Thank you for tonight," Cameron said softly, her voice laced with emotion. "This has been exactly what I needed."

You turned to her, feeling your heart tug at her words. "Me too. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. I love being with you."

Cameron smiled, and for a moment, everything felt perfect—the way the light of the tree reflected in her eyes, the softness in her voice, the warmth that surrounded the two of you. It wasn't just about the decorations or the cocoa or the movies—it was the fact that you were here, together, making memories that would last far beyond this season.

"Hey," she said suddenly, looking a little sheepish, "I know we said we'd keep it low-key this year, but... would you want to do something special tomorrow? Maybe a drive to see the lights around the city?"

Your face lit up at the thought. "That sounds amazing. I've always wanted to do that. We could bring some blankets, play our favorite holiday songs, and just drive around, taking it all in."

"Exactly," she said, her smile widening. "I'm glad you're up for it. It'll be perfect."

As she leaned in to kiss you again, soft and gentle, you realized that it was these little traditions, these quiet moments of connection, that made life feel so meaningful. Christmas, to you, wasn't just about the big events or extravagant gifts—it was about the way you made each other feel, the love that filled every corner of your lives.

After a long, sweet kiss, you pulled back and smiled at Cameron, your heart full. "I'm really lucky to have you."

Cameron's eyes softened, and she kissed your forehead. "I feel the same way, every single day."

You two sat in the glow of the Christmas tree, completely content in the stillness of the night.

The morning sun streamed softly through the windows, casting golden beams across the room. The air was crisp and cold outside, but the warmth inside made everything feel cozy and inviting. You woke up wrapped snugly in the blanket you had shared with Cameron the night before, and for a moment, you simply enjoyed the quiet, basking in the peace of the morning.

Beside you, Cameron was still asleep, her breathing even and calm, her hair a soft mess of blonde curls spread across the pillow. You smiled, reaching out to gently tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear, savoring the stillness before the day really began. You could already hear the faint sound of Christmas music playing somewhere in the apartment, probably from the kitchen, where you imagined Cameron was already planning what to do next.

The thought of spending the entire day together, continuing your holiday traditions, filled you with happiness. It wasn't often that the two of you had so much uninterrupted time, and you were determined to make the most of it.

As you slowly sat up, you stretched, careful not to wake Cameron just yet. You moved to the window and peeked outside, the city blanketed in a soft layer of snow. The world felt peaceful, as if everything had been wrapped in a delicate layer of magic just for the season.

Before you could get lost in the beauty of the morning, you heard the sound of a soft yawn behind you. You turned, smiling, as Cameron stretched out in bed, her eyes fluttering open. She blinked a few times, then caught sight of you standing by the window.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," you teased gently, your heart swelling with affection as you watched her wake up.

She groaned playfully, pulling the blanket over her head to shield herself from the light. "Good morning," she mumbled, her voice still thick with sleep. "I'm not ready to leave this warm spot just yet."

You laughed softly, walking over to the bed and sitting beside her. "I can't blame you. But we've got a whole day ahead of us, remember? We're going to see Christmas lights around the city."

Cameron peeked out from under the blanket, her eyes lighting up as she remembered your plans. "Oh yeah!" she said, sitting up suddenly, a wide grin on her face. "That sounds perfect. I can't wait."

"I was thinking we could get a little breakfast first," you suggested. "Maybe something warm to start the day. Pancakes? Or we could try something festive, like gingerbread waffles?"

Cameron made a face of mock horror, holding her hands up. "Gingerbread waffles? You're trying to put me into a sugar coma before we even start the day, aren't you?"

"Maybe," you said, grinning. "But I'm up for it if you are."

"I'm not backing down," she said with a wink, tossing the blanket off and getting out of bed. "But let's make sure we can still function after breakfast."

You both made your way to the kitchen, the familiar morning routine comforting in its simplicity. The soft sizzle of the stove, the sound of the kettle heating up for coffee, and the clink of utensils as you worked together in harmony. It was moments like these—where everything felt easy—that made your connection with Cameron feel so natural.

You made a batch of pancakes, topped with whipped cream and drizzled with maple syrup. As you placed them on the table, Cameron set out two mugs of steaming coffee and then picked up a small gingerbread house cookie from the counter, breaking off a piece to nibble on.

"I've got to get into the holiday spirit," she said, grinning as she took another bite.

You sat down with her at the table, enjoying the quiet rhythm of the morning. There was something magical about sharing a simple breakfast with someone you loved, knowing that you had the entire day ahead to enjoy each other's company.

"Alright," you said after a few minutes of comfortable silence. "Are we ready for the Christmas lights tour? I'm seriously excited to see the city all decked out."

Cameron set her mug down and nodded. "Definitely. Let's make it a mini road trip—just the two of us. We can play Christmas music the whole time, of course."

"Of course," you said with a grin. You both finished your breakfast, cleaned up the dishes quickly, and bundled up in warm jackets and scarves, ready to hit the road.

The drive to the city felt like a small adventure of its own. As the two of you navigated through the streets, the air crisp and frosty, you both sang along to your favorite holiday songs. The playlist was a mix of classic carols and newer tunes, and you laughed as Cameron hit every high note with exaggerated enthusiasm, trying to out-sing you on the louder choruses.

When you finally reached the heart of the city, it felt like you were stepping into a snow globe, the streets lined with glowing lights that twinkled against the winter night. You parked the car and got out, the cold air immediately nipping at your cheeks, but the excitement in the air kept you warm.

"So, where to first?" you asked, turning to Cameron as she stood beside you, taking in the lights that decorated every storefront, lamppost, and tree.

"There," she said, pointing down the street to a large display. "That looks like the best one. Let's start there."

The two of you walked hand in hand, your breath clouding in the chilly air as you made your way through the rows of lights. The display was absolutely breathtaking—giant snowflakes made of shimmering lights hung from the trees, while giant reindeer pranced in front of a backdrop of sparkling stars. The atmosphere was cheerful, full of people snapping photos and laughing, but it felt like the world had quieted down just for you two.

As you strolled through the display, you paused for a moment, catching Cameron's hand. "This is perfect," you said softly. "I'm so glad we're doing this."

Cameron looked at you, her smile warm and genuine. "I'm glad too. It's like we're living in a holiday movie."

You both chuckled, but the sentiment felt true. It was simple, but in that simplicity, everything felt so much more meaningful.

You continued walking, taking your time to appreciate every light and decoration, and every now and then, you'd pause to exchange glances, each one filled with unspoken affection. After a while, you found a spot near a fountain, where an enormous Christmas tree stood, its lights sparkling like a constellation in the sky.

"This is it," Cameron said, her voice filled with awe as she took in the scene. "This is the Christmas magic I've been waiting for."

You nodded, smiling. "Yeah. I don't think it gets better than this."

You both stood there for a few moments, just soaking in the beauty of it all—the lights, the crisp air, the soft sound of Christmas music drifting in the background. Everything felt peaceful, timeless, and completely right.

Cameron turned to you, her eyes soft. "Thank you for making today so special."

"No need to thank me," you said, squeezing her hand gently. "It's perfect because we're together."

And as you walked back to the car, hand in hand, the night was filled with quiet joy, the kind that comes from sharing a moment you both knew you'd treasure for years to come.

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The Great Escape (Natasha Cloud x Reader)

Summary: You and Natasha tackle a spooky escape room, solving puzzles and teasing each other along the way. With teamwork and quick thinking, you escape just in time, solidifying your playful bond.

Word count: 1,059

The faint scent of fresh paint and disinfectant greeted you as you pushed open the door to the escape room lobby. The dim lighting and moody decor—a mix of eerie antiques and glowing puzzle pieces—set the perfect tone for the adventure ahead. Natasha stood beside you, her arms crossed and a playful smirk dancing on her lips.

"You sure you're ready for this?" she teased, her dark eyes sparkling. "Because I don't like to lose."

You shot her a mock-serious look. "Natasha, I'm ready. But let's be honest, if we don't make it out, it's probably because you're too busy making jokes."

She laughed, a low, infectious sound that filled the room. "Fair enough. But don't be mad when I solve everything before you can blink."

A staff member approached, clipboard in hand, and gave you the usual spiel. "Your mission is to escape the haunted manor before the ghost locks you inside forever. You'll have 60 minutes to find clues, solve puzzles, and unlock the door."

"Piece of cake," Natasha said confidently, flashing a grin.

The staff member led you into the escape room, a dimly lit space decorated like a decrepit Victorian parlor. Faded wallpaper peeled from the walls, a broken chandelier hung overhead, and dusty furniture was scattered around. The air smelled faintly of something metallic, and a record player in the corner played distorted music that added to the unsettling atmosphere.

The door shut behind you with a dramatic creak, and a timer on the wall began to count down.

Natasha turned to you, cracking her knuckles. "Alright, partner. Let's show this ghost who's boss."

You nodded, already scanning the room for clues. Your eyes landed on a small desk cluttered with papers, and you walked over, sifting through them while Natasha poked around a bookcase on the opposite wall.

"Found anything yet?" you called out.

"Just a bunch of fake books," she replied, pulling one off the shelf and flipping it open. A key fell out, and she held it up triumphantly. "Never mind. Look who's carrying the team already."

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help smiling. "Let's see if it opens anything."

The two of you scoured the room, eventually finding a locked drawer in the desk. Natasha handed you the key with a flourish, and you opened it to reveal a folded piece of paper with strange symbols drawn on it.

"What do you think this means?" you asked, showing it to her.

She leaned over your shoulder, her brow furrowing in concentration. "Looks like some kind of code. Maybe it matches something else in the room?"

The two of you split up again, combing through every nook and cranny. Natasha's playful banter filled the space as you worked, lightening the eerie atmosphere.

"Hey, check this out!" she called after a few minutes. You turned to see her crouched by a fireplace, pointing to a small panel hidden behind a loose brick.

Inside was another clue—a note scrawled with cryptic instructions. Natasha read it aloud dramatically: "'The key to your freedom lies within the ghost's favorite possession.' What the hell does that mean?"

You glanced around the room, your eyes landing on the record player in the corner. "Maybe it's the music?"

Natasha's eyes lit up. "Good call! Let's check it out."

The two of you walked over to the record player, inspecting it closely. Sure enough, there was a hidden compartment underneath, which opened to reveal a small figurine of a ghost holding a padlock.

"Creepy," Natasha muttered, holding it up. "But also kind of cute. Do we keep this as a souvenir if we win?"

You laughed, nudging her. "Focus, Natasha. We've got 40 minutes left."

The figurine led to another clue, which led to another, and soon you were both fully immersed in the game. Natasha's competitive side came out in full force, and you couldn't help but admire how her quick thinking and sharp instincts kept you moving forward.

"I told you I was good at this," she said at one point, solving a particularly tricky puzzle involving a series of levers and gears.

"Okay, okay, I'm impressed," you admitted, grinning. "But let's not forget who figured out the music clue."

She laughed, holding up her hands. "Fine, I'll give you that one. Team effort."

The timer ticked down as you worked together, each success bringing you closer to the final puzzle. The pressure was mounting, but Natasha's steady confidence kept the mood light.

"Alright, this has to be it," she said as the two of you stood before a locked door. You'd collected a series of numbers throughout the room, and now you just had to figure out the right combination for the keypad.

"Okay, so it's either 3472 or 7342," you said, biting your lip as you considered the options.

Natasha tapped her chin, pretending to weigh the options. "Let's go with 7342. Lucky number seven, right?"

You nodded, punching in the code. The lock clicked open, and the door swung wide to reveal a hidden passageway.

"Let's go!" Natasha shouted, fist-pumping the air.

The two of you hurried down the passageway, where the final clue waited—a riddle inscribed on an ornate mirror. Together, you pieced together the answer, unlocking the last door with just seconds to spare.

The staff member greeted you on the other side, clapping politely. "Congratulations! You escaped with 10 seconds left."

Natasha grinned, slinging an arm around your shoulders. "Told you we'd crush it."

"You mean I crushed it," you teased. "You were just along for the ride."

"Excuse me?" she said, feigning offense. "I was the MVP of this team. Admit it."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Alright, fine. You were pretty great. But don't let it go to your head."

As you left the escape room, the adrenaline still buzzing in your veins, Natasha turned to you with a soft smile. "That was fun. We make a good team."

"Yeah, we do," you agreed, feeling a warmth in your chest.

She nudged you playfully. "So, what's next? Another escape room? Or do you think you can handle laser tag?"

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't stop smiling. "One victory at a time, Natasha."

She laughed, slinging an arm around your shoulders as you walked into the night, already plotting your next adventure.

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A Language All Our Own (Sydney Colson x Reader)

Summary: At a Team Bonding night, Syd and her partner share hilarious inside jokes and chaotic stories, cherishing their unique connection amid the team’s laughter.

Wordcount: 1,073

The Las Vegas Aces had rented out a cozy event space for their annual team bonding night, a much-needed break from the intensity of the season. The room was alive with the buzz of conversation, bursts of laughter, and the occasional shout of triumph from the corner where A’ja and Jackie were locked in an epic game of charades. Plates of catered food sat scattered across the tables, and the energy was infectious.

Sydney was in her element, moving from group to group like a social butterfly, her quick wit and infectious humor lighting up every corner of the room. You had taken a seat near a makeshift stage, quietly watching her hold court as she animatedly recounted a story to Kelsey and Alysha, both of whom were doubled over laughing.

“Babe!” Sydney called across the room, catching your eye. She waved you over with her signature grin. “What are you doing all the way over there? Come sit with us!”

You made your way through the sea of players, smiling as Sydney patted the seat next to her on the couch. “You’ve been too quiet tonight,” she teased, her arm draping casually across your shoulders. “Should I be concerned?”

“I’m just observing the chaos,” you replied, smiling. “It’s highly entertaining.”

“Observing is for boring people,” Kelsey chimed in, nudging you with her elbow. “C’mon, spill some dirt. Sydney’s got to have embarrassed herself at some point, right?”

Sydney gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. “Betrayal already? We haven’t even been married 24 hours in charades time.”

“I wouldn’t say ‘embarrassed,’” you said, smirking, “but we’ve had some… interesting moments.”

“Interesting how?” Alysha asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sydney’s face lit up. “Oh, tell them about the chicken nugget thing!”

“No way,” you said, shaking your head.

“Yes way,” Sydney countered. “They need to know the truth.”

“What truth?” Jackie asked, sliding onto the couch next to Alysha. A’ja followed close behind, balancing a plate piled high with food.

“Apparently, Sydney and I can’t survive a road trip without turning it into a complete circus,” you said, rolling your eyes fondly.

“Let me set the scene,” Sydney cut in, gesturing grandly. “We’re driving back from practice, tired, hungry, and, most importantly, craving nuggets. So we hit the drive-thru, and I, being the genius that I am, order 50 nuggets instead of 15. Completely by accident.”

A’ja nearly choked on her food. “Wait, 50? What did you do with all of them?”

“We ate them,” Sydney said as if it were the most obvious answer in the world. “But that’s not the point. The point is, Nuggetgate was born that day.”

Kelsey tilted her head, intrigued. “Nuggetgate?”

“It’s what we call any minor inconvenience now,” you explained. “Like if someone’s late to practice, Sydney will say, ‘Here we go, another Nuggetgate.’”

The group burst into laughter, and A’ja leaned back, wiping her eyes. “You two are something else.”

“Wait, I’ve got another one,” Sydney said, turning to you with a mischievous grin. “Tell them about the burrito thing.”

You groaned, already knowing where this was going. “Why do you keep bringing that up?”

“Because it’s gold,” she said, clearly enjoying herself. “Please. Do it for me.”

You sighed, but the way she looked at you—with that mix of amusement and affection—made it impossible to say no.

“Fine,” you said, relenting. “So, we’re stuck in traffic one morning, and Sydney’s eating this giant breakfast burrito. Out of nowhere, someone honks their horn, but it’s like, a weird ‘BEEP BEEP’ that sounds all distorted. Without missing a beat, she turns to me and says, ‘Who’s trying to send Morse code to my burrito?’”

The room erupted with laughter, A’ja nearly dropping her plate as she leaned forward.

“Morse code to a burrito?” Jackie repeated, shaking her head. “What even goes through your head, Sydney?”

“Greatness,” Sydney replied, straight-faced. “That’s what goes through my head.”

As the group continued swapping stories, Sydney leaned into you, her voice low enough for only you to hear. “You know, they’ll never fully get it. These jokes… they’re just ours.”

“And I kind of love that,” you replied, smiling.

“Same,” she said, her hand finding yours under the table.

The night went on, and A’ja eventually called for a group activity: a game where each person had to share a funny or embarrassing moment from their life. The Aces were all for it, and soon the room was filled with stories about childhood mishaps, awkward interviews, and on-court blunders.

When it was Sydney’s turn, she stood up dramatically, taking a bow before starting. “Ladies and gentlemen, I give you… the legend of The Great Shoe Switch.”

“Oh no,” you muttered under your breath, already knowing where this was headed.

Sydney pointed at you. “This one involves my partner-in-crime over here. So, picture this: we’re late for practice one morning, rushing out the door like our lives depend on it. I grab what I think are my basketball shoes, only to realize halfway through drills that I’m wearing two completely different sneakers.”

The room burst into laughter, Kelsey doubling over as she clapped her hands.

“But wait,” Sydney said, holding up a finger. “It gets better. Guess who was wearing the other mismatched pair?”

All eyes turned to you as the team howled with laughter.

“Listen,” you said, throwing your hands up in mock defense. “In my defense, I was half-asleep, and she didn’t notice either!”

Sydney grinned, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “And that’s why we’re perfect for each other.”

The teasing continued for a while longer, but as the event started winding down, Sydney pulled you aside, the noise of the room fading into the background.

“Thanks for playing along tonight,” she said, her voice softer now.

“Of course,” you replied, smiling. “I love how much fun we have together. Even if no one else gets it.”

“They don’t need to,” she said, lacing her fingers with yours. “We’ve got our own thing. That’s what makes it special.”

As you looked around at the team—laughing, joking, and clearly enjoying themselves—you couldn’t help but feel grateful for the unique connection you and Sydney shared. In a room full of people, you two always found a way to make your own little world.

And as Sydney leaned in to whisper another ridiculous inside joke in your ear, you knew that world would always be yours to share.

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This looks so amazing!

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Got to meet Olivia Epoupa! She’s one of the Point Guards from the Minnesota Lynx. I was able to give her a copy of one of the edits that I’ve made for her and she also signed my copy.

She is such an amazing person and I was able to tell her my story about my basketball journey. She’s not recognized enough and she should be.

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3 Months on Testosterone

I have been on testosterone for 3 months, so I’ve decided to write down some changes that have been happening.

I have started to grow some facial hair as well as getting some hair on my chest. So far my facial hair has started growing more on my chin then the sides or the moustache. The moustache is slowly growing, so maybe in a few more months it should be more noticeable. 

My voice started to deepen with the first month and it’s starting to deepen even more as I continue my journey. I know it may sound cheeky but I’ll sing whenever I can so I can hear the change and it helps with growing my self confidence.

At work when I’m helping people I still tend to be called a woman. It hurts me when people call me a girl, but whenever they are trying to figure who I am they straight away look at my chest and notice my boobs. I hate how the first instinct is to look at someone’s chest to determine who they are. 

I’ll be posting more about my transition when it reaches 6 months, so that I can see the changes and notice if there is anything else.