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Theme Week: Love Confessions

Valentine's Day is upon us and while I never celebrate it irl, let's do it with our writing with another theme week! These are two weeks again, and the theme is love confessions. It goes from February 3 - 16.

All the posts are already up on my Ko-fi page for my members.

My masterpost so far: Love Confessions Masterpost

What to expect:

Types of Love Confessions

Awkward Fluffy Confessions

Accidental Love Confessions

Intense Love Confessions

Dialogue Responses "Did you just say you love me?"

Single Prompts (Prompt #1156, Prompt #1157: 5 + 1 Things (16), Prompt #1158)

Reblogs

I hope you all have fun!

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TORN- Chapter 2

Synopsis: One night, that's all it took for Josh and India to fall for each other. One night was all it took for her life to turn upside down. She thought she had found the one. Then he had told her the truth... he had someone waiting for him... someone whom he had betrayed to be with India.

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Warnings: mentions of cheating, angst

Several Months Ago….

 “I’m pregnant.” 

The second those words left India’s lips, Josh’s whole world turned upside down. He could feel Janae staring a hole into him as he avoided her eyes. Janae had instructed him to put the phone on speaker, and as soon as he did, India had blurted out that she was pregnant. 

Janae’s glare could have cut through steel as she waited for him to respond. He wanted to say something—anything—but his mouth felt dry. The weight of the situation was pressing in on him, and the room suddenly felt too small.

Josh was brought back to that night all those months ago. He had made a terrible mistake. The argument with Janae had been brutal—raw and vicious, with words that could never be taken back. He remembered storming out of the house that day, ignoring her calling his name, telling him to get back in the house. He remembered looking on Instagram and noticing that India had a booking in Atlanta, and without thinking, he had driven to the club. 

They hadn’t talked in about two weeks. The Bloodline story was starting to pick back up after WrestleMania and by the looks of her Instagram, India was booked and busy. Just like that day back in Dallas, their eyes met as soon as he stepped foot into the club. 

She smiled at him and leaned over to whisper something in the security guard's ear, and then pointed in his direction. Once she got the okay nod from the guard, she waved him over. 

“Josh!” She called out once he got close enough. He laughed as she launched herself at him. 

“Wassup, Mamas. You couldn’t tell ya’ boy you was in town tonight?” He asked, then placed on hand over his heart. “I’m hurt, Indi.” 

She had giggled and shoved him away from her playfully. “Whatchu’ drinking?!” 

He slowly trailed his eyes up and down her body before making eye contact with her. “Whatcu’ offering?” he smirked, and she let out a gasp before biting her bottom lip and looking up at him through her lashes.

“That's only on the menu if you’re a good boy.” 

Josh inhaled through his nose, his hand sliding down her back and was now dangerously close to her ass.  “You dangerous ‘ma.” 

“Everyone needs a little danger in the life, right?” She whispered, and Josh barely heard her over the loud music thumping through the club. 

Josh threw his head back and groaned ignoring India laughing at his struggle. He removed his hand from her waist and backed away from her. “Nah, you really hell.” 

She shrugged and held up a bottle of Hennessy. “Shots?” 

Present Day… 

Josh let out a sigh as he pulled into his driveway. He had just gotten back from his trip to Dallas to visit India and Egypt. India had ignored his phone calls after dropping the bomb of the wedding on her. He couldn’t blame her either. He had led her on, and then when she was most vulnerable, he had basically left her to fend for herself. 

His house was uncharistically quiet, save for the faint sound of the TV from the living room. He shut the front door and kicked his shoes off,  his mind still swirling with thoughts of India and the mess he’d created.

His fiancée, Janae, was sitting on the couch, her arms crossed over her chest, eyes glued to the screen as if she were trying to lose herself in whatever show was playing. But even from across the room, Josh could tell that she was tense. 

“Did she sign the papers?” Janae asked, not taking her eyes off of the TV.  

Josh blew out a raspberry and flopped down on the couch next to her, not missing the way she shuffled away from him. “Wasn’t even able to bring it up.” Janae scoffed, and Josh gritted his teeth, trying not to lash out at her. “She kicked me out, Nae. I brought up the wedding, and she asked me to leave.” 

Janae rolled her eyes. She was beyond fed up with Josh and his little predicament. All she wanted was for everything to be over. She stood from her seat and pointed a finger in his face. “If you would’ve kept your dick in you pants, none of this would be happening!” 

Josh wanted to roll his eyes. They’ve been having the same argument for the past six months. “I know, okay? I’m not proud of it. But what’s done is done, and now I have a kid with her. I’m not going to just pretend Egypt doesn’t exist.”

“Not proud? Josh, you fathered a child with her! And now you expect me to just sit here while she plays this game with you? You need to get her to sign those papers—now.” Janae’s voice was sharp, a mix of frustration and desperation. 

Josh’s chest tightened.  “C’mon Nae -” 

“No.” She cut him off, her voice cold and calculated. “You knew what my conditions were. You knew what you had waiting home for you, when you went and fucked that girl.” Janae was barely keeping her anger in check. Her hands were clenched so tight, her nails were leaving indents in his palm. “You said you didn’t want Micah and me to leave. I gave you two ultimatums. You did right by one.” They both looked down at the shiny diamond ring on her left ring finger. “Now get her to sign those papers.” 

“Engaged?!” Lyric gasped. Mouth agape as she stared at her sister. “He freaking proposed?”  India nodded and grabbed her wine glass off of the coffee table. “How does that make you feel?” 

India scoffed and took a sip of her drink. “I don’t need therapist Lyric right now, I need big sis Lyric.” 

Lyric raised an eyebrow but leaned back against the couch, studying her sister with a mix of concern and amusement. "Big sis Lyric always got you. But you need to talk about this, India. You can't just bottle it up." 

India stared at her sister before taking the rest of her wine glass to the head. “I feel fucking stupid Lyric. My feelings haven't changed since the day I told him I was pregnant.” India felt the tears start to sting her eyes, but she refused to cry over this man again. “I had my whole life planned out, y’know.” India shrugged. “Then mom died and i feel like my life has gone to shit since them. I never wanted to be a baby mom, Lyric.” 

Lyric’s heart ached for her sister as the weight of her words hung in the air. She could see the hurt in India’s eyes, the way she fought so hard to keep it together. Lyric’s voice softened, but she kept her tone steady, wanting India to feel heard. “Hey, stop. You’re not stupid, India,” she said, her hand brushing over her sister’s back in a comforting motion. “You didn’t ask for any of this. None of it. But it doesn’t mean you’re failing or that everything’s falling apart. What that man did was foul, and you didn’t deserve any of that.” 

India finally let herself go, let herself feel everything she’d been holding back for so long. She let the tears fall freely, her body trembling with emotion as she let out a quiet sob. She didn’t care anymore. The weight of it all—the disappointment, the anger, the heartache—had been building up inside her for so long, and now it was pouring out.

Lyric didn’t say anything. She just pulled her sister into a tight hug, letting India cry into her shoulder. “I hate him.” India cried into her sister's shoulder. “I hate that he made me feel for him knowing he had a girl at home. I hate that he made me go through my entire pregnancy alone. I hate that he wasn’t the one to cut Egypt’s umbilical cord. I hate that he’s marrying her. I fucking hate him Lyric.” 

Lyric held her sister tightly, the weight of her words settling into the space between them. She didn’t try to fix anything, didn’t offer any words of comfort this time. She just let India feel it all—the anger, the hurt, the betrayal—because sometimes, there was nothing else to say.

Josh sighed as he got comfortable in the guest bedroom. After her blow up earlier, Janae had decided to lock him out of their bedroom. 

He grabbed his phone from beside him and immediately pulled up instagram. He went to the search menu and typed in Indias instagram handle. He made sure he was logged into his burner account before tapping on her story. 

She had just posted a story about 15 minutes ago. She had a sleeping Egypt in her arms, and she had captioned it “goodnight from us ❤️” 

It made his heart clinch painfully in his chest. The thought of not being around them right now was crushing. 

When he met Janae 15 years ago, he thought she was the one. Nobody could deny the spark that was between the two of them, but about a year ago, that spark had died, and neither one of them wanted to admit it. 

Then he had met India and she had been like a breath of fresh air. He was sure his relationship with Janae was over, which is why he pursued India. But then, everything had shifted.

Janae had come to him one night, her voice soft but serious. She had wanted to talk—really talk. They sat down, and for the first time in months, they both laid everything out. They both admitted their faults in how their relationship had broke down. Janae cried, and for the first time in a long while, Josh felt the weight of everything that had gone wrong. He realized how much he still cared about her, how deep their history ran, and how badly he wanted to try again.

And then he probably did the hardest thing he’d ever done: He told Janae about India. About how he had gotten caught up in something he shouldn’t have. He confessed everything—his guilt, his feelings, the temptation he hadn’t known how to handle. And while the words came out raw and full of regret, there was no turning back. He had chosen honesty over secrecy.

“You fucked her?” Her voice came out as a whisper. He nodded, and she covered her mouth and let out a sob. She stood from the sofa and walked away from him, her sobs following her down the hallway. Their relationship has been in shambles since then, and when India called to tell him she was pregnant, Janae demanded that they get married. She had given him two ultimatums for her to stay and not take his son away from him. She had already picked out her dream engagement ring and wedding bands, so all Josh had to do was order them, but the second thing she wanted was a little harder. She wanted him to get full custody of Egypt.

 At first, she had told him that she didn’t want Egypt or India around her, or Micah and Josh had to respect that, which is why he spent the first three months away from her, but then, She had came to him and told him that Egypt would be better off in a two-parent household, better off with Josh and Janae. 

Once he got to India’s house though, he couldn’t go through with it. He had seen how much love India had as she looked at Egypt, and Josh thought it would be wrong to try to take Egypt away from her mom. 

He couldn’t imagine ripping Egypt away from India’s arms, from the home and the love she had built for her. The bond they shared was something Josh couldn’t deny, and at that moment, it became clear to him that Egypt needed to be with her mom.

He also couldn’t deny that his feelings for India were still strong. Even after everything that had happened, the distance, the mistakes, the tension between them—it was impossible to ignore the pull he felt whenever he was around her. Watching her with Egypt, the way she nurtured and cared for their daughter, only made those feelings more undeniable.

There was a connection between them that ran deeper than just physical attraction or shared history. It was something real, something raw, that he couldn’t shake. He had tried to convince himself that the spark had faded, that his life with Janae could be enough to give him the stability and peace he craved, but every time he saw India, every time they spoke, he felt that old flame flicker to life again.

And the truth was, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep pretending it wasn’t there.

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Theme Weeks: Angels + Demons

Another theme week! Or should I say weeks? Because I have just so much material, I will do the next theme over the span of two weeks. From 8/5 to 8/18 you will get a lot of new posts about: Angels and Demons.

What to expect during these weeks:

Prompt List: Of Angels and Demons

Demons Prompts

Demons Dialogue

Angel/Demon Prompts

Angel/Demon Dialogue

Angels Prompts

Angel/Human Prompts

Single Prompts (#1113, #1114)

Reblogs of related posts (Guardian Angel, Immortal)

All these posts are already up on Ko-fi for my members, so have fun!

And tell me what you are most excited about and what kind of theme week you would like to see next!

- Jana

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TORN - Chapter 3

Synopsis: One night, that's all it took for Josh and India to fall for each other. One night was all it took for her life to turn upside down. She thought she had found the one. Then he had told her the truth... he had someone waiting for him... someone whom he had betrayed to be with India.

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Series Masterlist

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Warnings: mentions of cheating, emotional abuse, toxic partners.

Atlanta, Georgia

Janae and Trinity sat at the kitchen island, a variety of barbecue sat in front of them, hot off the grill. 

“Wait, so the little girl is six months old?” Trinity asked, still chewing a piece of chicken, her eyebrows raised in surprise.

Janae nodded, wiping her hands on a napkin before leaning back in her chair. “Yeah,” She scoffed. “The mom only told Josh about her three months ago, which is extremely convenient.” Janae lied. 

Trinity arched an eyebrow at Janae. She could tell Janae was lying but decided to let it slide,  for now. There was something about the way Janae's eyes darted around the room that told her there was more to the story, but she wasn’t about to press her. Not yet, anyway. Instead, she took another bite of her food, trying to gauge Janae's mood.

“Did he tell you who the woman is?” 

Janae nodded and grabbed her phone. She unlocked it and handed it over to Trinity. Trinity took the phone and scrolled through the profile. She wasn’t going to lie; the woman was beautiful, and so was the baby she had plastered all over her profile. 

“She’s really pretty,” Trinity said, handing the phone back to Janae. “But y’all had broken up, right? He hadn’t cheadted on you?” 

Janea scoffed at Trinity's comment about India being pretty. “We had an argument, and he stormed out. He said thats the night the fucked so yes, he cheated.” 

Trinity made a face and picked up her fork to continue eating. She could feel Janae getting agitated. This obviously was a sore subject for Janae, but Trinity could tell she was withholding a lot of information. 

“He went to go see them last week,”  Janae said after a minute of silence between the two. 

“Really?” Trinity asked, genuinely surprised. “He didn’t mention it.” 

Janae rolled her eyes and threw her hair over her shoulder. “I’m not surprised. He thinks I’m forcing him. Like, sir, you cheated. The least you can do is try to get custody of the little girl. He already has one other baby mom. Now I gotta deal with another one?” 

“Pause,” Trinity said, holding her hand up. “Custody?” 

“Look,” Janae scoffed. “He had a baby on me. He’s lucky me and Micah are still in this house.” She said with a roll of her eyes. I told him that if he wanted us to stay together, he would need to marry me and get full custody of that little girl.” 

Trinity blinked, her mouth slightly open in shock. "Wait, hold on," she said, leaning in. "You told him what?"

Janae crossed her arms over her chest, clearly trying to defend herself but also looking a little nervous under Trinity's intense gaze. "I told him, if he wanted to stay with me, he had to marry me and get full custody of the baby. I’m not dealing with another baby momma situation, Trinity. I’ve already got Jeremi’s mom, and now I have to share him with another woman? No thanks."

Trinity sat back, her eyes narrowing. “So, you’re saying you put that condition on him? Marry you and get custody of a baby that isn’t even yours?”

Janae shrugged, trying to look unaffected. “Yeah. And I’m not sorry. If he wants to keep his family together, he has to show me he’s serious. I’m not going to play second fiddle to some random chick and her kid.”

“Wow.” Trinity chuckled as she shook her head. “You want him to take away a baby from their mom? Is that not crazy to you?” 

“No.” Janae shrugged and picked up her glass, taking a long sip. Her gaze hardened as she set it down. "I don’t care about India’s feelings. All I want is for her to be gone and out of our lives. This whole situation is just a mess, and I’m not about to sit here and pretend like it’s not affecting me. Josh made this decision, not me. He’s the one who cheated, and now I have to live with this kid and this woman being part of our lives. I’m not dealing with it."

Janae stood from her chair abruptly, her movements sharp, as if the conversation had reached a point where she couldn’t handle any more. Without a word, she turned and walked away, her footsteps heavy but determined, leaving Trinity sitting at the kitchen island, staring after her.

Josh could feel Jon’s gaze on him as he flipped the chicken over on the grill. Josh sighed and closed the lid to the grill before turning to face his twin brother. 

“You tryna feed the homeless too?” Jon tried to joke, pointing to the aluminum pan that was almost overflowing with barbecue chicken. 

“Nah,” Josh muttered, grabbing his beer that was on the ground next to him, “Just not tryna go inside.” 

Jon raised an eyebrow, sensing the tension in Josh’s voice. He leaned against the porch railing, still watching him closely. “This about India or Janae?” 

“Shit…” Josh trailed off, rubbing a hand down his face. “Both, I guess.”  

Jon waited until Josh took the remainder of the chicken off the grill. After Josh set the aluminum pan down. Jon led his brother over to the pool. They both sat on the edge with their feet hanging in the pool. 

Josh let out a long breath, staring at the ripples in the water below them, his mind spinning with everything that had been happening. He wasn’t sure if he was more frustrated with himself or the situation, but either way, he was stuck. “I don’t know what the hell to do anymore,”  Josh finally whispered.  He looked up and looked over to where Jeremi and Micah were playing with Jon’s two kids. He could picture them in a couple of years, playing with Egypt as well. 

 He looked up and glanced over to where Jeremi and Micah were playing with Jon’s two kids in the backyard. They were laughing, running around in the grass, completely oblivious to the grown-up problems swirling in the air around them.

For a moment, Josh just watched them, the sound of their carefree laughter making him feel like he was a world away from the weight on his shoulders. He could picture them in a couple of years—still together, still laughing, but with Egypt. 

He looked towards the house, where he could see Janae and Trinity throught the sliding glass door. He blinked, and the image transformed. Instead of Janae talking with Trinity, it was India leaning in, laughing at something Trinity had said. The two of them were talking like they’d known each other forever.

“You hear me talkin’ to you?” 

Josh was brought out of his daydream as Jon shoved him a little bit. “Sorry.” He muttered. “Whatchu say?” 

“It don’t even matter.” Jon chuckled. “But uh, I see that rock on Nae’s finger. Y’all finally tying the knot, huh?” 

A deeper scowl was now on Josh’s face as he rubbed his hand across his jaw. “More like she forcing me.” 

“What?” Jon asked. 

Josh let out a sharp sigh, running his hand through his hair as he looked away, clearly agitated. “To marry her,” he said, his words coming out heavier than he meant. “After she found out about Egypt, she basically gave me an ultimatum. Marry her and get custody of Egypt or she’s leaving and taking Micah with her. 

Jon's eyes widened slightly as he processed what Josh had just said. "Wait, what?" he asked again, his voice a little more incredulous this time. "She gave you an ultimatum? That's... that's messed up, uce."

Josh let out another frustrated sigh, shaking his head. "Yeah, I know," he muttered. "It feels like I'm being backed into a corner. After everything with India and Egypt,  she’s acting like the only way we can move forward is if I marry her and get full custody of Egypt. Like, if I don’t, everything falls apart."

Jon watched Josh, his expression turning serious as he took in his brother’s words. “That’s a lot to put on someone. You didn’t even know about Egypt until recently, right?”

“No.” Josh gritted out. He was tired of lying. Tired of putting on a front. “We both found out the day India told me she was pregnant.” 

“Uce -” Jon started, loss for words. 

“Man, look. Janae said some foul ass shit to me. About me, our family, my career, and I was done. I walked out of the house. Fully done with her and her bullshit. India had some type of event here, so I just pulled up. One thing led to another, and next thing I knew, I was in her hotel room.” Josh downed the rest of his beer. “I was done. I was interested in India. Janae and I weren’t even speaking for about 3 weeks, Uce. I thought we were done until she came to me and had some sob story about how she wanted to work on us, and she wasn’t ready to let me go or something.” 

“So why didn’t you just leave? If you were done, why not just go?” 

“I don’t know.” Josh snapped. “My head was a mess. I had fell for India uce, and then, shit” He breathed out. Guilt gnawing at his stomach. “After I told Nae ‘bout India, she threatened to leave and take Micah with her. I couldn’t let her do that, Uce. So I had to cut India off.” 

Jon’s expression softened slightly, but the seriousness never left his gaze. He could see the turmoil eating at Josh, and he could tell this wasn’t just about India or Janae—it was about Josh’s struggle with himself.

“Then when India called and told me she was pregnant.” Josh sniffled as he tried to keep his tears at bay. “I fucked up Uce. I made the decision to not be in India’s or Egypt's life. I thought... I thought it was the right thing to do, Uce. That I had to focus on Janae and Micah and Jeremi.” One tear slid down Josh’s cheek. “I had a family, Uce. I  thought I could just turn the page and forget about India and Egypt, that I could focus on what I had with Janae and the kids... but everyday that shit haunted me. Every day I woke up thinking how India looked carrying my child. Thinking if she would even let me into the delivery room when she gave birth just…” Josh trailed off, wiping his tears away. “I wanted to be there for my daughter. I didn’t want her to grow up without a dad.” 

Jon sat quietly, absorbing Josh’s words, his expression softening with each one. He could see the raw emotion in his brother, the pain of carrying a decision he’d made out of guilt and confusion. He knew Josh was torn between two families—one that had been his for years and the other that had suddenly become a reality in his life.

“I missed the first three months of my daughters life cause I was being a selfish asshole.” Josh’s voice cracked as the words tumbled out, the guilt heavy in his chest. 

Jon moved closer to his twin, pulling him into his arms, letting him cry. “You can’t change what happened, Uce.” Jon’s voice was soft as he talked to his brother. “You’re trying now, and that’s a good thing.” 

 Josh’s body shook with emotion, the weight of his choices, his regrets, and everything he’d been holding back coming to the surface. It felt like the dam had broken, the flood of guilt, frustration, and helplessness pouring out all at once.

“I just don’t want to screw it all up,” Josh murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I want to be there for Egypt. I don’t want her to grow up thinking I didn’t want her.”

Jon squeezed him tighter, holding him steady. “You’re not screwing it up, Uce. You’re showing up now. That’s what matters. It’s not perfect, but you’re here. You’re trying to make it right.”

Dallas, Texas

“You’re such a pretty girl,” India cooed as she genly rocked Egypt in her arms. Her voice was soft and full of warmth as she smiled down at her daughter.  Egypt's big, curious eyes looked up at her, and India couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of love and responsibility. She had done everything she could to make sure Egypt felt safe and loved, even when everything around her seemed to be falling apart.

She let out a sigh as her phone began to ring. She looked at the time on her watch and groaned. 

“Hello…” She said as Josh’s face popped up on the FaceTime call. She bit her lip as she took him in. He looked extremely tired. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair a little messy, and there was a weight to his expression that made India pause. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days, like something was eating at him. But he still made butterflies erupt in her belly. 

He had broken her heart multiple times but, she couldn’t help the love she still felt for him. 

"Hey, India," Josh said, his voice rough and unsure. He ran a hand through his hair, glancing around for a moment before focusing on the screen again. “I was jus’ callin’ to say goodnight to Egypt.” 

India nodded and turned the phone so Egypt and Josh could see each other. Egypt’s eyes lit up as she focused on Josh on the screen. She let out a happy screech, kicking her tiny little feet. 

Josh’s face softened, a mix of tenderness and guilt crossing his features as he watched Egypt react. She was so small, so innocent. She didn’t deserve a father who abandoned her for the first three months of her life.  

“Hey, baby girl,” Josh said, his voice thick with emotion. He leaned in closer, his eyes filled with longing and regret. “I miss you so much.” 

Egypt’s bottom lip started to quiver as she tried to reach out for Josh. Her eyes were wide with confusion, not fully understanding why Josh wasn’t there to hold her but feeling the absence of his presence deeply. A soft, pitiful sound escaped her, the first hint of distress she’d shown since the call started.

“I’m sorry, Mamas.” Josh’s voice cracked as he could only watch through the phone as India tried to console Egypt. 

India had the set the phone up so she could use both hands to rocks and relax Egypt. Josh watched as she rocked Egypt, singing softly as she rubbed her back. In no time, Egypt had dosed off in India’s arms, her tiny snores making Josh chuckle softly. 

“Can I come see her?” 

India nodded as she laid Egypt down in her crib. “You’re her dad, Josh. You can come see her whenever.” She muttered before leaning down and pressing a kiss to Egypt's forehead. 

“Thank you,” Josh muttered, and India shrugged. “I - I don’t wanna miss out anymore. She’s getting so big.” 

“Yeah…” India trailed off as she looked down at her baby girl. “She’s gonna be walking before we know it. She’s trying to crawl already.” 

Josh’s heart clenched painfully in his chest. He was missing so much, and he didn’t know how to make up for it. Every milestone, every laugh, every moment that Egypt had without him. It all felt like a heavy weight pressing down on his chest. He wanted to be there. He wanted to be the dad she deserved. And that started with showing up. 

Author's Note: Whew... this was kinda an emotional one for Josh. Trinity didn't like that custody shit at all. Janae seems like she needs therapy, and India just wants to heal from all of this. 😮‍💨

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“𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘪’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶” - 𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦�� 𝘤𝘢𝘪𝘯

description. | in which the boys go to film on a ranch, and knoxville can’t seem to keep his eyes off the girl in the cowboy boots.

warnings. | foul language. crude humor? idk man normal jackass shit.

notes. | if you enjoy pls like and reblog!

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Hot couldn’t even describe it.

Summers in the south were vicious. Some days the heat was enough to shelter you inside, not even the constant efforts of the ac units were enough to cool people down. Today was almost one of those days. Had it been just the tiniest bit hotter and not a single person would be out here running around.

Lucky for you though, your boss, Jim, decided that it wasn’t all that bad. So against several complaints, you and all your coworkers got sent in today. Jim made the argument that yall had “Special Visitors” coming in today, and he couldn’t afford not having a full staff.

You’re not exactly sure what you expected out of the visitors, but you definitely weren’t expecting to pull up to an entire film crew sitting up by the stables.

“God this is gonna be fun”

You were able to avoid the filming going on outside all the way until your lunch break, which was unusual considering Jim is usually up your ass. Deciding to go for a quick smoke break you headed out to your car, only to be stopped by the sound of hollering and something falling over.

The sound was loud and the boisterous laughter following soon after had you not only curious, but a little frightened. Naturally, the curiousity got the best of you. Finding the source of all the noise wasn’t hard considering the large crowd of people.

Spotting one of your favorite coworkers, you pushed your way to the front to see what all the commotion is about.

“Janae, what in the hell is going on up here” you asked with an amused tone.

All she could do was laugh and shrug. Clearly confused as well, but mostly entertained.

Finally turning around to look at the group causing all the ruckus, they were interesting, to say the least. There was a boy with short black hair and black clothes, a goofy looking guy with a slightly grown out buzz cut, a guy with shoulder length brown hair, a blonde man with a beard, and a taller guy wearing a red cowboy hat.

odd group.

Standing in a circle of sorts, the 5 men were talking to the camera. It wasnt easy to make out what they were saying but there was definitely something along the lines of “horse shit” thrown in there. They stood around and talked for a minute before the man in the cowboy hat laughed loudly and ushered them away.

As they were all walking to do whatever it was they had planned out, your eyes seemed to linger on the cowboy a little longer than necessary. Finally taking the time to analyze his appearance, you realized he’s actually really fucking hot.

He had on a pair of dark sunglasses, dirty red converse that matched his hat, a little facial hair, and amazing arms. The sleeves of his t-shirt were tight around his biceps, and god did he look good.

You weren’t sure if it was the muscles, the light tan, or the way he was covered in sweat, but it drove you crazy. For the first time in a long time, the heat of the south was on your side.

The way you were staring must of caught the man’s attention, cause when you looked up he was staring right back at you. He smiled at you, and sent a small wave.

You waved back, but kept your smile small, trying to play it cool even though he had definitely saw you staring . He laughed a little, looking oddly flustered, and turned back to his group.

“Oh god, Janae i’m out. I’m gonna go find something to keep me busy. Bye baby.” you muttered out, a mixture of embarrassed and nervous. “Bye honey”

Taking long strides, you made your way back to work. Your mind still filtered back to what happened, you never get that flustered over random men!

What you didn’t know was that Johnny had watched you walk off. He had planned on showing off to get your attention, but you had left before they could even start the stunt.

“Knoxville i swear if you don’t get your head out of your ass i’m gonna smack the shit out of you.” ahhh Jeff always had such a way with words.

“Sorry man, i’m focused i swear” he wasn’t.

“No you weren’t, you were too busy checking out “mrs cowboy boots” over there.” Jeff laughed. Johnny just laughed, knowing he couldn’t deny it now.

“Listen, just get through this stunt and you can go talk to her during your break, ok man?” he swore. “ ok ok, let’s get this over with” he agreed before clapping Jeff on the back.

They had just finished all their stunts and Johnny was itching to come find you. He had been counting down the minutes until he could get off.

“Hey Jeff, i’m gonna go on over there, i’ll be back in a minute” Johnny shouted. “ok man, have fun” he shouted back, chuckling.

Immediately after getting the ok from Jeff, he ran off to find you. He must’ve searched around outside for more than fifteen minutes, but there was absolutely no sign of you. Right as he was about to give up, he saw the woman you were talking to earlier.

“Hey! Hey ma’am im sorry to bother you but umm” he paused, not knowing how to go about this without seeming like a creep. “i noticed you were talking to this woman earlier, and ive gotta ask, what’s her name”

Janae paused, trying to think of who he could be referring to. Once it finally hit her she smiled “Oh! was she wearing a white shirt and boots?”

“Yeah! yeah she was. What’s her name?” Johnny was almost bouncing he was so excited. “Yeah her names y/n, real sweet girl. She’s right inside that door over there if you want to go talk to her.”

Johnny swore at this moment that this woman was an angel. “Thank you so much, have a nice day!” he exclaimed, already turning around to go see you.

Once he finally got up to the door, he took a deep breath, making sure to collect himself. He opened up the door and walked inside, relieved to feel the cool air on his damp skin. He looked around for a quick minute before his eyes finally landed on you.

You were faced away from him, looking at some kind of paper. He took a second to admire you. A clean white shirt, a pair of dark jeans, and some roughed up cowboy boots.

God you were gonna be a problem, he could already feel it. He knew it as soon as he saw you outside, but seeing you up close made it so much worse. There was absolutely no reason for a woman to be so damn beautiful.

“Excuse me ma’am.”

Hearing another person in the once empty room startled you. You whipped around and took a second to catch your breath. Realizing it was the cute guy from earlier, you straightened yourself out and walked towards where he was standing.

“Oh gosh i’m so sorry, have you been standing there long? i was in my own little world over here” you admitted. “No, no i just got here, sorry to spook you.”

“No baby you’re fine, i should’ve been paying attention!” it was then that Johnny noticed your accent, and he could’ve sworn his knees almost buckled.

god she has a pretty smile.

shit he was staring.

“Ok, i’m just going to try to be straight forward here doll, i asked your friend outside where i could find you.” he admitted sheepishly. “I saw you out there while we were filming, and i was gonna come talk to you but you ran off before i could get the chance!”

All you could do was laugh. “Yeah i kinda dodged you a bit huh… my nerves got the best of me” you laughed. “So what’s your name cowboy?” you joked, motioning to his obnoxious red hat.

“Johnny, it’s nice to meet you.” he held his hand out for you to take. “Y/n, nice to meet you too.”

Feeling how much bigger his hands are than yours had you a little flustered. it was then you realized just how much bigger than you he really was. He had to be over 6 foot, and his wide shoulders added to the look.

“Well y/n, how would you feel about going out some time. I’m in town for a few more weeks if you’re interested.” Johnny questioned nervously.

Honestly you were shocked. There was absolutely no way this man who was not only handsome, but apparently pretty well known, was asking you out.

Your silence had Johnny worried, “If you don’t want to i understand completely, absolutely no pressure.”

“No, i’m sorry! i would love to!” you answered frantically, worried you had made a bad impression. “Why don’t you give me your number, and we can talk about getting together? I know some good places around here!”

Johnny let out a sigh of relief and smiled at you. God there was no way you were getting over that smile anytime soon.

“That sounds great doll”

THIS LITERALLY SUCKS IM SO SORRY!

IM HAVING SUCH BAD WRITERS BLOCK 😭 I HOPE YALL ARENT DISAPPOINTED 🙏

LET ME KNOW IF YOU WOULD MAYBE LIKE A PART 2?!?

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𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬: 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐢𝐢

paige bueckers x reader

wc: 3.6k

synopsis: Paige Bueckers and Y/N share a complicated past, what started as a friends-with-benefits arrangement ended in heartbreak when Paige struggled with commitment. Left heartbroken, the OC moves on while Paige battles her own unresolved feelings.

warnings: emotional distress and heartbreak, miscommunication, emotional manipulation, slut-shaming, mentions of past relationship, angst, fluff

a/n: this part's a little longer, but it's a chapter full of tension. thank you, thank you, thank you for reading and reblogging this fanfic <3

The gym lights were high, casting a warm golden glow across the basketball court. You hadn’t set foot on a basketball court in years, not since you’d walked away from the game that had once been your entire life. Back in high school, you’d been unstoppable—a top player in the state, your future seemingly laid out in front of you. But that future had come crashing down the moment you’d torn your ACL during a championship game. The recovery had been brutal, not just physically but mentally. And once you realized you’d never be the same player again, you’d made the painful decision to quit and focus on school.

Your competitive streak, though, had never really faded.

Now, standing on the edge of the court, you couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of nostalgia and anxiety. You’d spent so many afternoons on a court, playing with friends, pushing yourself to be the best. But today was different. Today, you weren’t here to relive the glory days—you were here because Jana and Azzi, Paige’s teammates, had roped you into playing a friendly pick-up game.

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” Jana had said earlier that day when you’d bumped into each other on campus. “We need one more for a full five-on-five, and we all know you can hoop.”

When the invitation to play in the pick-up game came up, memories started flashing through your mind, unbidden but vivid. You could almost feel the weight of the basketball in your hands, the rush of adrenaline, and the rhythm you’d once shared with Paige on the court.

You could still picture Paige, sweaty but grinning, as you all matched each other’s pace in a silent challenge. You’d been so in sync back then. Those games had started as just a way to help Paige work through her injury—she’d needed a steady partner to keep her going while she recovered, someone who wouldn’t let her push too hard. And somehow, you’d become that for Paige, keeping her grounded, channeling all that intensity into controlled movement.

“C’mon, just one more drill,” Paige would say, flashing her that cocky smile that always made you cave.

Those games had turned into late-night rituals, a way to let off steam and feel that rush you both craved. Sneakers squeaking against the hardwood, quick glances that didn’t need words, and laughter breaking through the silence—you’d fallen into a rhythm that felt effortless yet somehow charged.

But the last time you’d played had felt different. Paige had been close to fully healed, ready to get back to her real training, and maybe that’s why the tension had been heavier than ever. You’d wanted to say something, but neither of you broke the silence. You’d just left the court, pretending it was a game like any other.

Now, sitting here, remembering it all, you realized your last game—the last time you’d felt truly alive on a court—had been with Paige. And as much as you’d tried to push those memories aside, that ache in your chest told your they were still there, waiting

You had hesitated at first, not sure if you wanted to open that door again. But Jana had been persistent, and eventually, you agreed. Besides, it was just for fun, right?

You didn’t know, at the time, though you should’ve, that Paige would be there too.

“Ready to get your ass kicked?” Jana teased as you stood by the court, tossing the ball from hand to hand.

You smirked, adjusting the hem of your athletic shorts. “I’m just here to make you look bad, don’t worry.”

Azzi snorted, leaning against the chain-link fence. “Jana always looks bad. She doesn’t need help.”

Jana threw the ball at Azzi’s chest, but she caught it with ease, grinning. “Let’s see what you’ve got, then.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, feeling some of your tension melt away. You liked Jana and Azzi—they were laid-back and fun, and their banter always made you laugh. It was easy to forget, sometimes, that they were Paige’s teammates, part of her world.

As you made their way onto the court, you spotted Paige almost immediately. She was warming up on the far side, her eyes focused on the hoop as she took a series of jump shots. Your heart did a little flip in your chest, but you shoved the feeling down, refusing to let it show.

“Of course, she’s here,” you muttered under your breath.

Jana shot you a glance. “What’s that?”

“Nothing,” you said quickly, forcing a smile. “Let’s do this.”

You all split into teams, with you ending up on Azzi’s side, while Jana joined Paige’s. The tension was palpable from the moment the game started. Paige, who was usually sharp and focused on the court, seemed off her game. Her shots were sloppy, her movements hesitant, and you could feel the weight of Paige’s gaze on you every time you made a move.

You, on the other hand, were on fire. Your body might not have been in peak shape like it used to be, but muscle memory kicked in, and soon you were running the court like you hadn’t missed a day. The ball felt natural in your hands, and the thrill of competition surged through your veins.

But every time you drove to the basket, Paige was there, guarding you like a hawk. The physicality of your play became increasingly aggressive, as if your unspoken frustrations were being funneled into each push and shove. Paige blocked you more than once, her arms tangling with yours in ways that felt far too personal, far too charged.

“Still got it, huh?” Paige muttered after one particularly heated exchange, where you nearly lost your balance trying to drive past Paige.

You shot her a glare, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “What’s wrong, Bueckers? Distracted?”

Paige’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t respond. Instead, she refocused, her movements sharper, more deliberate. You could feel the shift immediately—Paige wasn’t going to let you off easy now.

**********

The game continued with rising intensity, neither of you willing to back down. The others on the court seemed to notice the change, the air thickening with tension that had nothing to do with basketball and everything to do with the unresolved feelings swirling between Paige and you.

With every dribble, every pass, your mind flashed back to the last time you and Paige had spoken, the cold detachment in Paige’s voice when she had pushed you away, shutting down any possibility of a real relationship. The pain of that moment, of realizing Paige didn’t feel the same, fueled your movements now. You played harder, faster, your frustration boiling over.

It wasn’t long before the aggression between you two spilled over into the game itself. You collided again, this time with Paige throwing a hard shoulder as you tried to make a layup. The impact sent you stumbling backward, and you hit the ground hard, skidding on the hardwood.

For a moment, everything went silent.

“Shit,” Paige muttered, immediately stepping toward you. “You okay?”

You gritted your teeth, ignoring the sting in your palms and the throbbing in your knee as you pushed yourself back to your feet. “I’m fine,” you snapped, brushing off Paige’s hand.

Paige’s eyes flashed with something—guilt, maybe? Or frustration? But you didn’t care. You weren’t about to let Paige see your weakness.

“You sure?” Paige asked, her voice quieter now, almost hesitant.

You shot her a glare, wiping your hands on your shorts. “Yeah, I’m sure. It’s gonna take more than that to knock me down.”

For a second, Paige seemed like she wanted to say something, but then she closed her mouth, her expression hardening. “Alright. Let’s keep playing.”

The game continued, though the aggression had simmered down somewhat. Still, the tension lingered, thick and heavy between you two. Paige played like she had something to prove, and you, well… you weren’t going to let Paige win—not here, not after everything.

When the game finally ended, both of you were drenched in sweat, your chests heaving with exertion. Azzi and Jana high-fived their teammates, exchanging laughs and easy smiles, but you felt no sense of relief. You could still feel the weight of Paige’s gaze on you, burning into your back as you grabbed you water bottle from the sideline.

You needed to get out of here. You needed space.

You took a long drink from your water bottle, your hands still trembling slightly from the adrenaline. Your muscles ached in a way they hadn’t in years, but it was a good kind of ache—the kind that reminded you just how much you missed this, missed playing. But as much as you had enjoyed the game itself, the lingering tension with Paige left a bitter taste in you mouth.

“Nice game, by the way,” Jana said, nudging you with a grin. “You’ve got serious skills. Ever think about joining intramurals or something?”

You forced a smile, shaking your head. “Nah, I’m out of practice. Besides, I’ve got too much on my plate with school.”

Jana laughed. “Yeah, sure. But you could still school us any day.”

Azzi added, “Seriously, you were on fire out there. You sure you haven’t been secretly training?”

You chuckled, brushing off their compliments. “Thanks, but trust me, I’m rusty.”

Before they could ask more questions, Paige approached from behind, her footsteps deliberate. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as Paige came to a stop next to you, arms crossed over her chest.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” Paige’s voice was low, but there was no mistaking the tension behind it.

You tensed. You knew what was coming, and you weren’t in the mood for it. “We’ve got nothing to talk about,” you said coolly, not bothering to look up at her.

Jana and Azzi exchanged glances, sensing the shift in the air, but they didn’t say anything. Instead, they mumbled something about heading out and left you and Paige standing alone near the sidelines.

Paige, clearly not taking no for an answer, stepped closer. “Just give me five minutes.”

You finally looked up, meeting Paige’s gaze. Your heart clenched at the sight of her—sweaty, disheveled, but still managing to look effortlessly composed. “Five minutes for what? To explain why you couldn’t bother to give me an answer before?”

Paige’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t back down. “I know I messed up, okay? I just… I didn’t know how to handle everything back then.”

You let out a sharp laugh, crossing your arms over your chest. “Wow, that’s original. ‘I didn’t know how to handle it.’ You really think that’s gonna work after months of silence?”

Paige exhaled, her frustration clearly rising. “Can you stop for one second and let me—”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I had to stop feeling angry just because you finally decided it’s convenient for you to talk,” you shot back, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

Paige looked at you, and for a brief moment, the mask she wore cracked. The guarded, confident exterior slipped, revealing something vulnerable beneath. “I don’t expect you to forgive me,” Paige said quietly, “but I didn’t want things to end like that. You were important to me.”

“Important?” You raised an eyebrow, your voice laced with bitterness. “Funny way of showing it. You were fine stringing me along, keeping things casual because you didn’t want anything serious. And when I finally told you how I felt, you shut me down like it was nothing.”

Paige winced at the words, but you didn’t stop. The anger you’d been holding back for so long spilled out now, each word sharper than the last.

“You know what? I should thank you,” you continued, your voice icy. “You made me realize I deserve better than someone who’s too scared to figure out what they want.”

Paige’s face hardened, her hands curling into fists at her sides. “You think this was easy for me? You think I didn’t care?”

“Care?” You scoffed. “You couldn’t care enough to even have a conversation with me. You made your decision the moment you walked away without even trying with me.”

Paige took a step closer, her voice tight with emotion. “I didn’t walk away because I didn’t care. I walked away because I didn’t want to hurt you more.”

“Well, newsflash,” you snapped, stepping forward to meet her head-on. “You did.”

For a moment, you two stood there, inches apart, the weight of everything unsaid hanging between you. Your chest heaved with the effort of holding back tears you didn’t want to shed, not in front of Paige, not after everything.

Finally, Paige broke the silence. Her voice was low, almost a whisper. “I’m sorry.”

Your heart clenched, but you weren’t ready to let Paige off the hook. Not yet. “Sorry doesn’t change anything, Paige.”

With that, you turned on your heel and walked away, leaving Paige standing there, frustration and regret etched across her face.

**********

Back at your apartment, you collapsed onto your bed, exhaustion settling into your bones. The game, the confrontation with Paige, everything had taken more out of you than you wanted to admit. You stared at the ceiling, trying to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that Paige could just waltz back into your life, stir up old feelings, and expect things to go back to normal. You had spent months trying to move on, to bury the pain that Paige had caused. But no matter how hard you tried, every time you saw Paige, the wound reopened.

You didn’t want to care anymore. You didn’t want to feel this way—torn between anger, hurt, and the small, fragile part of you that still cared about Paige, despite everything.

But as you lay there, staring into the darkness, you knew it wasn’t that simple.

A few days after the intense pick-up game, you found yourself in the campus auditorium, standing in front of a small group of classmates. You were rehearsing the presentation with your project partners, Jana and Azzi, both of whom were just as tired of this project as you were. It had been a long couple of weeks leading up to this, and you were determined to nail the final presentation.

The topic was complex, a deep dive into a recent breakthrough in sports science and how it impacted athletic performance. You were the one holding the team together—your natural leadership and intellect driving the group to success. You’d always had that intensity, the same drive you once channeled into basketball, now fully focused on your academic career.

“Alright, let’s wrap this up,” you said, standing in front of the projector screen as the last slide flickered into view. “That’s the final segment, so we’ll take questions from the class after this part.”

Azzi nodded, scrolling through her notes. “I think that worked better than our last run-through.”

Jana added, “Yeah, we’re finally getting our timing right. Should be smooth.”

You smiled a little, feeling the familiar buzz of excitement that came from doing something well. You were proud of the work you all had done—your passion for the subject came through in every slide, every piece of data you’d pulled together. The group of classmates in front of you, mostly there to offer feedback, began gathering their notes to discuss.

As the group started to break apart, one of your classmates, a guy named Luke, approached you. He was tall, with an easy smile and a friendly demeanor, someone you’d spoken to in passing but never really talked to beyond classwork.

“That was a really impressive presentation,” Luke said, smiling as he stood in front of you. “You clearly know your stuff.”

You raised an eyebrow, amused by the sudden attention. “Thanks. I guess all that studying paid off.”

“It definitely did,” Luke replied, his eyes lingering on yours a bit longer than necessary. “You explained the technical aspects really well. You’ve got a real knack for this.”

You chuckled, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, feeling the subtle flirtation in his tone. “Appreciate it. But trust me, my teammates did just as much work.”

Jana, who was still gathering her things nearby, snorted softly under her breath, glancing sideways at Azzi, who had already noticed Luke’s obvious interest. You, meanwhile, were playing it cool, but you couldn’t help noticing the extra attention he was giving you.

Luke continued, “Well, if you ever need help prepping for another project, or even just a study session, let me know. I’d be down to work with you sometime.”

You gave a polite smile, casually deflecting. “Sure, I’ll keep that in mind.”

Luke lingered for a second longer, clearly wanting to say more, but you kept your response brief, making it clear you weren’t interested in prolonging the conversation. After a few more pleasantries, he finally took the hint and walked away, leaving Jana and Azzi exchanging amused looks.

As soon as Luke was out of earshot, Jana sidled up next to you with a teasing grin. “Well, well, well… Looks like someone’s got an admirer.”

Azzi joined in, smirking. “You should’ve seen the way he was looking at you. Man was ready to write you a love letter.”

You rolled your eyes, stuffing your notes into your bag. “Oh, please. He was just being nice.”

“Nice?” Jana laughed, raising an eyebrow. “Girl, that was flirting, not being nice. He’s got it bad.”

Azzi added, “You could totally reel him in if you wanted to.”

You shook your head, a laugh escaping your lips. “Not interested. I’ve got too much on my plate to deal with that.”

Jana and Azzi didn’t let up, though. “Come on, you deserve to have a little fun. You’ve been killing it in class and haven’t been out in ages. You could at least give the guy a shot.”

You shot them both a pointed look, your voice playful but firm. “Thanks, but no thanks. I’m good without the distractions.”

They continued teasing you as they walked out of the auditorium together, but you shrugged it off, feeling more amused than anything. You didn’t have time for dating right now, not with your coursework demanding all your attention. Besides, you were still trying to navigate your way through the emotional fallout of everything with Paige.

You lounged on Jana’s bed, scrolling through your phone while Jana and Azzi sprawled on the floor, leaning against the bed with snacks scattered around them. They were still riding the high from the presentation, and their playful banter was infectious.

“Okay, but seriously,” Jana said, swiping through her phone. “You’ve got to see this.” She turned the screen toward you, revealing a picture of Luke mid-laugh, taken during the presentation.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “What is that? A candid shot or something?”

“More like a hot shot,” Azzi quipped, snatching the phone from Jess’s hands. “Look at this one! He’s actually cute.” She swiped again, revealing another selfie of Luke, this time with a goofy expression. “I mean, he’s definitely got that ‘I play basketball on the weekends’ vibe.”

Jana added, “And look at those arms! You could totally do worse, you know.” She raised an eyebrow, clearly reveling in the teasing.

You rolled your eyes, trying to feign disinterest, but the warmth creeping up your neck betrayed you. “You guys are ridiculous. It was just a compliment.”

“Oh, please!” Jana shot back with a laugh. “You’re telling me if he asked you out, you wouldn’t at least think about it? A nice dinner, maybe some fun banter? You’d be all over that.”

“Yeah, and what if he thinks you’re too caught up in your studies?” Azzi chimed in, smirking. “Maybe he’d want to help you relax a little, you know? A date to get your mind off things?”

You felt your cheeks heat up even more. “Stop it! Seriously, I’m not looking for any distractions right now.”

“Not even for a cute guy?” Jana teased, wiggling her eyebrows. “Come on! I’m telling you, Luke is into you. Just look at how he was practically hanging on your every word during the presentation.”

“Yeah, and he probably thinks I’m too busy for him,” you retorted, shaking your head. “Besides, you two can keep dreaming. I’ve got enough to deal with without adding a boy to the mix.”

At that moment, the faint sound of a door creaking open caught your attention. You glanced at the door to their common area, and your heart skipped when you saw Paige’s silhouette just outside, peeking in. You held your breath, unsure if Paige would join you all or retreat back to her room.

But instead, after a brief moment of hesitation, Paige closed the door softly, the click echoing in the quiet hallway. Your stomach twisted uncomfortably. You couldn’t help but wonder if Paige had been listening to your conversation about Luke.

“Who was that?” Azzi asked. She turned to look at the door, noticing your distraction.

“Just Paige,” you replied, trying to keep your tone light but failing to mask the slight edge in your voice.

Jana exchanged a knowing glance with Azzi. “What do you think she thinks about you and Mr. Basketball?”

“Probably thinks I’m some desperate loser,” you shot back, rolling your eyes again. “Just like you two.”

Jana and Azzi erupted into laughter, but there was an underlying tension in your chest as you replayed the moment in your mind. Did Paige really care? Did it bother her that Luke had been flirting?

“Seriously, though,” Jana said, settling down again. “You should text him. Just a casual ‘thanks for the compliment’ or something.”

You hesitated, your fingers hovering over your phone screen. “I’ll think about it.”

But as they continued their playful mockery of Luke and yours nonexistent love life, the nagging thought of Paige’s reaction hung heavily in the air, stirring up an internal battle you weren’t quite ready to face.

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CAPTURED THE MOMENT — morgan cheli x reader ˗ˏˋ🎰ˎˊ˗

key; azzi , paige , reader , jana , morgan.

summary; reader is an incoming sophomore with a mutual crush on morgan. while in the photo booth, the pair discovers their feelings for each other are reciprocated. reader is never described physically, no use of y/n or oc. if you do not like the idea, do not read, nobody is forcing you!! the kiss is short, and mentioned only for a second.

word count; 969 words.

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although morgan was considered aubrey’s freshman, you treated her as your own. with you knowing what it felt like to be the freshman rookie of the uconn dance team just months prior, you tried your best to make her feel welcome. the team majority of the team were your friends. they were your chosen family, while the girls on the dance team made you feel more like an awkward coworker. this summer nearly every day you spent hanging out with the girls from the basketball team, the addition of morgan made you want to hang out that much more often. the curly haired girl was truly the whole package, she’s tall, gorgeous, ambitious, just the right amount of competitive, and you swear everyday you’ve never laughed so much until you met her. 

paige was the first to notice the spark between you and morgan. she shared her finds with azzi, and azzi agreed that you were both too oblivious to ever notice anything. you just needed a little… push. azzi talked morgan up to you everyday, while paige just threw out statements and “questions” about you to morgan.

“isn’t y/n so pretty?” 

morgan found it awfully odd that paige was complimenting you not even to your face, especially while she was very obviously with azzi. but she chalked it up to just paige being paige. after time, you both came to the realization that you did like each other, not even realizing that was the older girls plan. the entire team sat and watched as morgan pined over you, and as you slipped “morgie” into every conversation with the girl. nothing was ever discussed between you guys, it just became a well known fact that you were hopelessly in love and were never going to admit it. 

today was a day that’d been planned for a while, a couple of the girls were going to arcade, and they obviously included you. taking mutiple cars, you all piled in and drove to the arcade + bar. after arrival, the group headed to the bar. with them being the only old enough to drink, paige and azzi ordered a shirley temple while everyone else ordered lemonade. filling up several cards with chips, you all split into groups. aubrey being with her girlfriend that day left only eight in total. this was the perfect amount. jana and yanna, azzi and paige, ice and kk, meaning you’d be with morgan. 

the two of you played a couple games here and there. your favorite was the basketball one where you claimed you could very easily beat her, and 70% of the time you did. with some more strolling around the arcade, you and the taller girl found a photo booth.

“didn’t know this would be here,” you say.

“d’you want to do it? it’d be cute.” the younger girl asked.

“mhm!” you replied and nodded your head eagerly. truth be told, you adored photo booths. back at your dorm you kept pictures from going to them with friends on multiple occasions. 

the two of you walked in, and sat down. unbeknownst to both of you that her teammates had found you and were outside of the booth ready to go. the first picture was taken, a cute photo of just you smiling. seconds later the next was taken, without even having time to think about your next pose, you placed your lips softly on morgan’s cheek just as the timer went off. you didn’t plan on it in the moment, but it wasn’t anything you hadn’t thought about doing. the third photo was of you both looking at each other, a look of shock and realization that the pining was mutual. the fourth and final picture was a kiss, soft and sweet. the kiss was quick, but something about the way your lips found each other felt instinctive. the machine rang out the words “all done” and you headed to pick up the pictures. outside of where the photos would be dispensed from, three of the older girls were standing watching you. almost immediately morgan grabbed the two strips and handed them to you.

“will you hold on to these?” morgan asked.

“of course morgie! wouldn’t want to lose them.” you giggled, feeling like a schoolgirl having her first crush.

“no, no, wouldn’t want to lose them.” she said, her cheeks clearly very flushed.

“can i see the pictures?” jana asked. “we have time to kill, kk and ice are still going head on in dance dance revolution.”

diverting away from the topic, you suggest the six of you just go watch the two girls dance. ice was clearly beating kk, which resulted in kk whining about it the entire way back to the car. azzi and paige both threw one arm around kk, shielding her away from ice’s torment. 

the car ride home was awkward to say the least. you were stuck with jana driving and a very tipsy paige and azzi in the backseat. the whole way back you held your purse tightly in your arms, as to not reveal what’d happened in the photo booth. how would the team react to knowing you this? did morgan really like you back? were you a “thing” now? despite the fear you felt of what was to come, you couldn’t help but feel giddy. your face stayed frozen in the biggest smile. 

“what’s got you all giggly?” jana asked.

“the photo booth jana!” azzi said excitedly, she was definitely feeling the pitcher her and paige had shared. 

“oh shut up! nothing happened in the photo booth..” 

“alright, then why are you clutching your purse for dear life.. we know the pictures are in there, i just want to see!” jana pleaded, repeating her earlier request. 

“no jana, we just.. captured the moment. let us be.”

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jana hi me again 🫣 could i have the prompt 28 "No one ever cared about me like you."

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take my hand, wreck my plans

pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

word count: 557

summary: Javi seeks out your company after a rough day.

tags/warnings: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, alcohol consumption, mention of food, able-bodied reader, no use of y/n, idiots in love because of who i am as a person (let me know if i missed something!)

a/n: i have once again been possessed by angsty thoughts and somehow, this came out of it. i hope you like this eden @reddedmiller and i’m sorry that it took three months lol. thank you @catchallfangirl for beta reading 🫶🏻

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He knocks on your door at 2 in the morning, all but collapses into your arms as soon as you swing it open, tired eyes and heavy limbs that melt into your embrace.

Your colleagues had warned you when he started coming over to your desk, inviting you out for lunch, about how he would chew you up and spit you out, like he did with half of the female staff at the embassy. You hadn’t listened, waving them off and going out with him anyway. First for a quick lunch break, then for after work drinks, then for dinner.

It was fun, a distraction, something to do and someone to know in this city where everything was foreign to you and where you felt more alone than ever before in your life.

It’s more, now. It doesn’t have a definition exactly, but you both know it. You’re the person he turns to when he needs somebody, and you’ll gladly be that for him.

“Do you have something to drink?” His face is sullen as he slumps down on your couch, like the weight of the world crushed him today. You furrow your brow.

“When was the last time you ate something, Javi?”

“‘M not hungry,” he grumbles, confirming your suspicion that he most likely survived the day solely on cigarettes and coffee.

You lean over the couch, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders from behind. His head falls back against you like he can’t help himself.

“I’m gonna make you a sandwich and get you some whiskey, okay?” Inching closer, you press a gentle kiss against his neck, just below his ear.

He sits up a little straighter and turns to you, reluctance in his eyes.

“Querida, it’s the middle of the night, you don’t have to-”

You shake your head and kiss him again, on his cheek this time. “It’s okay. I want to.”

He leans back hesitantly but doesn’t seem to have the energy to fight you on it, so your lips find his face once more before you head for the kitchen.

Watching him all but devour the food has you hiding your smile behind your own glass of whiskey. He already looks a little better.

“Not hungry, huh?” you tease, your voice light.

“Shut up,” comes his short reply, but his lips are twitching.

He has half a mind to stumble out of your flat again afterwards, but you convince him to stay, that it’s really no problem.

He takes a quick shower, mumbling about washing the day away, and you wait in bed, the warm light from your bedside lamp illuminating the room, until he slips under the covers beside you.

You wrap your arms around him again and hold him close, your fingers drawing shapes on his chest. He clears his throat, shifting awkwardly.

“Thank you,” he eventually mumbles, his voice low in the darkness.

“Of course, Javi.” He tends to get like that, struggling to receive any kind of affection or care when he feels like he has nothing to give back.

He takes a deep breath and shakes his head. “No, seriously. No one ever cared about me like you. I- thank you.”

You sigh and pull him tighter into you, your face buried in his hair. You’ll care for him as long as he lets you.

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Moon River. ✷ Aubrey Griffin

Pairing: Aubrey Griffin x Friend!reader

Summary: When you’re braiding her hair and she doesn’t want you to stop!

Word Count: 300+

Disclaimer/s: gay. gay gay. fluff. gay.

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The apartment is warm with the low hum of conversation, laughter spilling from different corners of the room. Someone’s got music playing—something chill, blending into the background of half-finished takeout and an abandoned game of Uno on the coffee table.

It’s just one of those easy nights, where no one’s in a rush to leave, and everyone is tangled up in their own little moments.

You’re sitting on the couch, legs crossed, Aubrey settled between them. It had started absentmindedly—your fingers threading through her hair, twisting it into a loose braid without much thought. She didn’t comment, just let out a little huff when you first started, something nonchalant like, “Sure. Do whatever.”

But you’d caught the way her posture shifted, the way she’d melted back against your legs, phone loose in her hands. She hadn’t even been paying attention to whatever conversation was happening around the room.

You’d taken your time, fingers working through the soft strands, occasionally letting your nails graze over her scalp just to see if she’d react. And oh, she did. The smallest shiver. The barely-there tilt of her head, like she wanted you to keep going.

Suddenly, someone else perked up. “Ooooh, braid mine next?” Jana grinned from her seat.

You nodded, barely getting your hands out of Aubrey’s hair before she shifts against you.

Then fully leans back, pressing into your legs.

You glance down just as she turns her head slightly, looking up at you with a raised brow. “Uh, I don’t think you’re finished?” She murmurs, voice soft, a little expectant.

Your lips part in surprise before they slowly curl into a smirk. “Oh?” You tease, tilting your head.

Aubrey rolls her eyes, but she doesn’t move away. If anything, she presses back even more, like she’s making a point. Like she wants you to keep touching her.

There’s something smug in the way you hum, fingers already reaching back for her braid, gently undoing it so you can start again.

This time, you take your time, letting your fingers brush over her skin deliberately, feeling the way she relaxes against you.

“Guess I can’t leave you unsatisfied then, hm?” you tease, voice dropping just slightly.

Aubrey’s ears tint a shade of red. “Shut up.”

But she doesn’t move.

And you don’t stop.

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