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i was wondering if you could write for arthur morgan and a child!reader but it’s like ellie and joel (maybe they’re reading a joke book together for smth)

Arthur x Child!reader whose relationship is like Ellie and Joel

• When you first join the gang, Arthur doesn’t volunteer to look after you. In fact, he actively tries to avoid the responsibility because he already thinks there’s enough blood on his hands.

• Unfortunately for him, everyone else keeps saying, “Arthur, take the kid with you,” until he eventually gives up arguing.

• The two of you bicker constantly during the first few weeks.

• You ask too many questions, wander off to investigate things, or complain every time he tells you to stay behind.

• Arthur responds with the same tired, “Because I said so,” every single time, which only annoys you more.

• Arthur develops the habit of counting heads whenever the gang moves camp.

• He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until one day he gets to your spot, doesn’t see you immediately, and feels his stomach drop before you pop out from behind a wagon carrying firewood.

• You’re one of the few people who can get away with teasing him.

• If you imitate his gruff voice or jokingly call him “Old Man Morgan,” he’ll roll his eyes and mutter, “You’re gonna be the death of me,” even though he’s trying very hard not to laugh.

• Every time the gang plans a dangerous robbery, Arthur immediately checks whether you’re coming.

• If someone suggests bringing you along, he’s already shaking his head before they finish the sentence. “Kid stays in camp.”

• You hate being treated like you’re fragile and constantly argue that you can help.

• Arthur doesn’t deny that you’re capable, he’s seen what you can do, but in his mind there’s a huge difference between capable and grown.

• Despite all his complaining, Arthur slowly starts teaching you practical skills himself.

• How to track animals, identify edible plants, clean a rifle safely, ride difficult trails, patch torn clothing, and stay calm if things go wrong.

• If you’re lucky enough you could get some 1 on 1 gun lessons with him where he’d teach you how to fire certain weapons and you two would practice on can/bottles all afternoon.

• His reasoning is simple: if you ever end up alone, he wants you to know enough to survive.

• Arthur isn’t overly affectionate, but he’s incredibly observant.

• If you’re quieter than usual, skipping meals, or limping slightly, he’ll notice long before you say anything.

• His version of asking if you’re okay is something like, “You gonna tell me what’s botherin’ you, or keep makin’ me guess?”

• Whenever you’re scared after a bad mission, he never tells you to “toughen up.”

• Instead, he’ll quietly sit nearby while cleaning one of his guns or carving a piece of wood, giving you space until you’re ready to talk, or not talk at all.

• There definitely was a time where you would’ve mentioned wanting a horse and then the next he’d have gone out and got you a Mustang (since wind Mustangs can be found around The Heartlands) or just bought a cheap one at the stables.

• Without realizing it, Arthur starts planning his rides around things you’d enjoy.

• If he spots wild horses, a nice overlook, or a strange abandoned cabin, he’ll make a small detour.

• When you ask why you’re stopping, he’ll shrug and say, “Thought you might wanna see it.”

• Once, when you two were in Saint Denis and Arthur mistakenly let his eyes off you for one second, you had somehow gotten your hands on that cursed joke book.

• That book would definitely earn you a good handful of his small scoffs and sighs.

some more of our favs before i go work the night shift!! (kms.) swearing, use of y/n, mentions of stripping, “angel” being used to address reader, ellies a perv insta reels.. super short :p if there’s anything specific you want to see within this au, send a request!

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ellie and abby are your roommates , no exact plot , swearing , reader has big dog protector butches🤤. collection m.list !

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⌗ EVERYTHING ˳ᐟ ─── ⸝⸝ ❝ never been good at trusting, but there's something 'bout you i'm in love with. / i put that on everything, feels like a forever thing. ❞

summary. having raised a baby as a single teen mom, it was hard for aaliyah to let people in. not only for her own peace, but for her baby's as well. unfortunately for her, paige was perfect in every way. includes. 2k words.

a/n. hii !!! this is my very first post so gimme a lil grace...hope y'all enjoyy😚😚😚

𝓝o matter how many times Aaliyah took her baby girl to the doctor, it never got easier seeing those tears pour from her big, round eyes when it was time for her shot.

It was a necessary evil, keeping Taylor safe from all the scary things her tiny immune system couldn't handle. That didn't make Aaliyah feel any less guilty.

Which is why, after every appointment, she'd take her daughter out for the whole day. They'd get whatever Taylor wanted for lunch and dinner, going shopping at a ridiculous amount of stores between the two meals.

Aaliyah knew spoiling her rotten wasn't the best way to handle those situations. But the way Taylor's chunky cheeks would puff out extra when she smiled big was the woman's favorite sight to see. Her baby in general was her favorite sight to see.

So by the time they got home, both of Aaliyah’s arms were loaded with colorful shopping bags, two gripped tightly in each hand. Taylor waddled beside her with a new stuffed animal tucked under her arm, an ice cream cone she would have two licks of clutched in a tiny fist.

Adjusting the bags digging painfully into her fingers, Aaliyah nudged the door shut with her hip. Almost immediately, Taylor left her in the dust, running to the kitchen where she heard Paige's rustling.

"Paigey!"

"There's my girl," Paige cooed warmly.

Taylor’s giggles echoed through the apartment, followed by the familiar sound of Paige's exaggerated groan as she lifted her up with ease.

Aaliyah smiled to herself.

Cute, per usual. But even better, a distraction.

She quickly began tiptoeing toward the stairs with her mountain of bags, trying not to let any of them crinkle too loudly. If she could just get everything upstairs before Paige saw—

“Hey, baby, I set Tay up in her highchair for din-" Paige froze.

Aaliyah winced. Then slowly, painfully slowly, she turned around.

Paige stood in the kitchen doorway with her eyebrows raised and arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes were focused on the absurd amount of shopping bags hanging from Aaliyah’s body. “Aaliyah…”

She wobbled under the weight of the bags, nearly tipping sideways before catching herself at the last second with an embarrassed huff. The blonde pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh.

Aaliyah gave her the world’s most pathetic pout, slowly padding over. "I did it again,” she admitted quietly.

“I see that, mama.” Paige majority of the bags from her hands before nodding toward the pretty massive pile still dangling from Aaliyah's wrists. “What’d we talk about last time?”

She sighed dramatically, eyes dropping to the floor. "…Tay loves me no matter what.”

Paige gave her a nod of approval. “Good girl." Paige’s expression softened immediately, beckoning her over with a bend of her pointer finger.

Taylor would’ve loved the day just the same if she and Aaliyah came home empty-handed. She loved her mom for bedtime cuddles and forehead kisses and car karaoke. Not shopping sprees. Though, she deeply appreciated those too—I mean, what four year old wouldn't?

Aaliyah lifted her eyes as she shuffled over to her, lips poking out just a little more in silent request when she stopped in front of her.

Paige snorted, shaking her head as her mouth stretched into that gummy smile Aaliyah loved so much. “You so spoiled."

The brunette stepped closer. “M’not..." She tilted her head with a spark in her eyes.

"Mhm," Paige lifted her chin slightly, staring down at Aaliyah in a way that had her pressing her thighs together subconsciously. "Not askin' to be rewarded for spending allat' money?"

Aaliyah shrugged weakly, giving the Bueckers woman a dimply smile. “There was a sale..."

Paige stepped closer, sliding one hand around Aaliyah’s waist while the other squished both her cheeks together. "Lucky y'so fuckin' cute." Then she leaned down and pecked Aaliyah’s pout once.

Twice.

Three times.

Aaliyah melted immediately, hands curling into Paige’s shirt. The kisses began to linger, each time longer than the next, until Paige was smiling against her mouth.

Aaliyah felt her hand slide from her waist to the back of her neck, tilting her head up how she liked and pulling her closer while her thumb brushed softly against her jaw. Aaliyah whimpered into it a little before blinking herself back to reality.

“Dinner,” she mumbled weakly against Paige’s lips.

Paige didn’t even open her eyes, licking her lips as she murmured, "You’re my dinner," and attempted to pull her back in.

Aaliyah burst out laughing, shoving lightly at her chest. "And yet, I'm the one who needs reprimanding?"

The blonde's nose scrunched up at the big word, "Liy, you know I have no idea what the fuck that means..." She gave her hips a squeeze, shoving her face into the spot between her neck and shoulder. "But, baby, you walked in here looking all guilty and cute with those big eyes. What was I supposed to do?”

“Parent with me?”

Paige finally pulled back enough to meet her eyes. "I dunno... sounds like a lotta' work."

"Oh, please." Aaliyah rolled her eyes playfully. "Tay has her moments, but you know damn well she's better than how you were."

"First of all, rude." Paige scoffed and gave her waist a light pinch, then smiled cheekily, "Second, I wasn't talkin' about Tay...I was talkin' about you."

Aaliyah squealed at the attack, flicking Paige's ear. "Do not play wit' me, Madison."

"Damn, I love it when you talk dirty."

The brunette's eyes widened, mouth opening to correct her; but before she could speak- "Mamaaaaaa!"

Aaliyah bit down on her plump bottom lip and stepped back, taking the blonde's hand as she did so. "Duty calls, baby."

"Bruh." Paige smacked her lips and threw her head back.

There was nothing Aaliyah hated more than when Paige called her that. She rose an eyebrow, giving her the 'mom look'. "Watch yourself."

"Yes, mommy."

꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱

𝓦hen Paige walked into their room after putting Taylor down, she was reminded—once again—why she thanked God every night for blessing her with His most prized possession.

"Goddamn." The blonde swallowed, drinking in the sight of Aaliyah dressed in a matching tank and shorts pj set, with her curls hidden beneath a towel. Her top left little to the imagination, stretching against her tits and hardened nipples. And the shorts, well, they didn't stand a chance. Just like every other pair of bottoms Aaliyah owned.

She met Paige's eyes through the body length mirror, raising an eyebrow and muttering, "You good, baby?"

"Mmcht-" The Bueckers woman threw a hand like, get outta here, and quickly made her way towards her girlfriend. "Am I good?" She mocked, grabbing Aaliyah's waist and whirling her around. "Getcho' ass onna' bed."

Aaliyah smirked. "Thought I didn't deserve a reward for spending allat' money," she teased, using her hands to mimic quotations.

"Now, Aaliyah."

The curlyhead giggled happily, prancing over to their bed. Paige ran her tongue over her bottom lip before biting down on it, watching Aaliyah's cheek clap together as she plopped stomach first onto the plush mattress.

Paige strolled over, hand running over her face as Aaliyah met her gaze from over her shoulder. "Ass up, come on."

Aaliyah complied, plush lips stretching into a smile as she wiggled her hips teasingly.

"Man..." Paige knelt a knee on the edge of the bed, the other keeping her stable as she ran massaged the fat of her ass. "You got me fucked up, Liy. Leavin' me high and dry earlier..." She left a firm smack on her cheek, making Aaliyah squeal. "It's like that?"

"No, Paigey. I-" She cut herself off with a moan, one of Paige's large, calloused hands curving around her throat to lift her up, Aaliyah's back meeting her chest.

Paige nodded with mock sympathy, murmuring a soft, "Mhm," and nudging the tip of her nose against Aaliyah's cheek.

With a slip of her tongue inside of Aaliyah's mouth, Paige's hand slid down her soft belly and under the waistband of her tiny sleep shorts—if you could even call the small bit of fabric that. Aaliyah was quick to wraps her swollen lips around Paige's slippery tongue, gently suckling the pink muscle.

She continued sucking as the blonde began to rub small circles on her clit, their mixed spit shining on the corners of their mouths and messily smeared on Aaliyah's chin.

Without warning, Paige slid not one, but two calloused, ring-clad fingers into Aaliyah's sopping cunt. The curlyhead's lips parted in a silent moan, Paige's doing the same in a mocking, but unfairly sexy manner.

The Bueckers woman slightly tightened her grip on Aaliyah's neck, smiling wide at the loud moan that left her sore lips.

"Careful, mama..." Paige muttered into her girlfriend's neck. She then bit down on the space between there and her collarbone, earning a needy moan from Aaliyah as she wrapped her slick lips around her tongue once more, in a searing kiss. "You tryna' wake up our girl?"

Aaliyah shook her head, feeling that familiar heat building in her belly. "No! No...M'sorry- feels s'good," she uttered, swollen lips pulled into a sorry little pout as Paige nodded knowingly, gently pulling her head to lean against her chest.

"I know, baby. I really do..." Paige bit down harshly on her own bottom lip as she changed the angle her hand was in, allowing her thumb to nudge into Aaliyah's neglected, puckered hole. She chuckled as Aaliyah let out a guttural moan, falling face first into their pillows. "Okay, then."

Her stomach tightened at the intense amount of friction, murmuring almost inaudibly, "Gonna come, daddy."

Paige's eyebrows shot up to her hairline. "Yeah?" She brought her other hand around Aaliyah's front, adding fuel to the fire and abusing her puffy clit. "Gonna make a mess'a my fingers?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Aaliyah nodded feverishly, shoving her face into the sheets in a sore attempt to hide her needy moans. Hot tears brimmed at her water line, "Fuck- Paigey, please let me."

Earning a knowing laugh from Paige as Aaliyah began to roll her hips, she couldn't help but smile as her top set of teeth sunk into the fat of her bottom lip.

"Mm...fuckin' y'self on my fuckin' fingers like a slut. I'on want anymore a'dat cryin', yeah?" Paige shoved her fingers as deep as possible, stilling them at the hilt and making a sharp squeal leave Aaliyah's sore throat.

"Go 'head, fuck m'hand, mama."

And that was all she needed to continue needily rolling her hips, Paige's warm rings now soaked and sticky as Aaliyah fucked herself into an oblivion.

Her legs shook uncontrollably as she leaked down her girlfriend's wrist, drenching her own inner thighs as her juices slowly pooled beneath her onto their sheets.

Paige slowly pulled her fingers out, laughing when Aaliyah immediately collapsed onto the mattress. Chest filled with pride, she patted two light slaps to her ass. "Damn, bae. Been hiding that you a squirter from me?"

Aaliyah moaned at the hits, glancing at her over her shoulder before rolling her eyes. "Fuck you, Madison."

"I'd let you..." The blonde giggled childishly, gums showing. "But I think you're all outta' gas tonight, baby."

"Paige."

"A'ight, a'ight...m'sorry. I love you." Paige delivered a sweet kiss to Aaliyah's shoulder.

"Love you too...ass."

﹕ © 𝓵acebcws 𝜗𓏲 ℯ𝓈𝓉. 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔 ໒꒰ྀི ˶> ˕ <˶꒱ྀི১

𝓵𝐨𝐨𝐤𝓲𝐧𝐠 𝓯𝐨𝐫 𝓶𝐨𝐫𝐞 .ᐣ . . 𓊆ྀི 𝓃𝖺𝗏𝗂. 𝓇𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝓃𝗈𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𓊇ྀི

(gf!bellahines x gf!reader headcannons)

 sypnosis: tiktoks you and bella would post together

author's note: hi! i got insp from an amazing writer on here, their page is @shittyasstales so yay! also im looking through ur guys requests rn and picking ones to write. i've been super busy lately with sats and such. dm or comment to be added to the taglist!

masterlist || wattpad || tiktok

(strict!bellahines x gf!reader headcannons)

author's note: hiiii! I got a request to write for a strict!bella so here u go!!! lmk if there’s anything else you want me to write for! sorry this one is a bit short, i didn't have as much time today. dm or comment to be added to the taglist!

masterlist || wattpad || tiktok

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Hey yall this my first time doing this so don’t hate but anyway enjoy 🖤🏀

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The bus ride back was dead quiet.

Not sleepy quiet.

That after a bad loss quiet.

Grace had her hood up, headphones on but not playing anything. Bella was two seats back, staring out the window like the darkness outside personally offended her. Nobody joked. Nobody played music. Just the low rumble of the bus and the sting of a game that should’ve gone different.

The second y’all pulled into the facility parking lot, both of them spotted you waiting by your car.

Grace tried to act normal. Failed immediately.

She didn’t even dap up her teammates like usual — just beelined straight for you, dropped her bag, and folded into your arms like her bones gave out. Full body weight. No warning.

“Hi to you too,” you laughed softly, holding her up.

“She played mad,” Bella added, walking up behind her, voice tired but fond. “Mad Grace is scary. I almost felt bad for the other team.”

Grace mumbled into your shoulder, “They deserved it.”

“You still lost, babe,” you teased.

She squeezed you tighter in response.

Bella slid in from the side, arms wrapping around both of you, cheek squishing against your other shoulder. Now you were just… trapped between two very sweaty, very clingy athletes.

“I missed you,” Bella muttered.

“You FaceTimed me six times today.”

“And?” she said, like that proved her point.

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Back at your apartment

Grace was stretched out on the couch, legs wide, staring at the ceiling like she was replaying every missed shot of her life.

You sat on the floor between her knees, thumbs rubbing slow circles into her calves. She didn’t even pretend she didn’t love it — her muscles went soft almost instantly.

Bella came out of your bedroom wearing one of your hoodies, hair damp from a quick shower, and made a beeline straight to you. She sat behind you, wrapped her arms around your waist, and rested her chin on your shoulder.

You were now sandwiched again.

“You’re both heavy,” you said.

“Shh,” Bella whispered. “We are emotionally fragile.”

Grace peeked down at you. “You still wearing my jersey to home games?”

“Obviously.”

“Sprayed it last game,” she added, a little smirk showing up. “Extra.”

“I KNOW,” you said. “My whole room smelled like you.”

“That’s the point,” she replied.

Bella groaned dramatically. “Disgusting. Y’all are disgusting.”

“You literally call me ‘my wife’ in public,” you shot back.

She paused. “…That’s different.”

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Later that night

The lights were low. TV playing some random show Grace swore you needed to watch but you weren’t paying attention to.

Grace was sitting on the floor now, back against the couch, and you were behind her, fingers slowly working through her hair while it was out of its usual style. She melted every single time you did that — eyes closed, shoulders loose, breathing deep.

“Don’t mess it up,” she murmured.

“I know, I know.”

Bella was half-laying on top of both of you from the couch, arm dangling over your shoulder, fingers absently tracing shapes on your collarbone.

“You know,” Bella said sleepily, “next game we win, we’re all going out.”

Grace opened one eye. “We go out when we lose too.”

“Yeah but this time we won’t be mad and brooding.”

“I don’t brood.”

“You absolutely brood,” you and Bella said at the same time.

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the tiny smile.

Silence settled again — not heavy like the bus ride, but warm. Safe.

Bella’s breathing evened out first. Knocked out.

Grace tilted her head back against your shoulder.

“Thanks for always showing up,” she said quietly.

“Always,” you replied, kissing her temple.

Her hand found yours, squeezing once before her eyes drifted shut too.

And just like that, the bad game didn’t feel so big anymore.

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Grace woke up first.

Not fully — just enough to realize Bella was half on top of you and you were still playing in her hair.

“You’re still up?” she muttered.

“Mhm.”

She turned her head slightly and kissed your wrist. Slow. Absent. Tired.

Bella stirred when you shifted, eyes barely open. “Don’t move… warm…”

“I can’t feel my leg,” you said.

“Sacrifices must be made,” she mumbled, immediately falling back asleep for three more seconds before waking again like she remembered something important.

“Oh — we lost.”

Grace groaned. “Don’t remind me.”

You leaned forward, arms wrapping around Grace from behind, cheek brushing hers. “You still played good.”

She huffed. “I missed easy ones.”

“You also carried defense.”

Bella, now more awake, slid down off the couch and onto the floor with you both, squeezing into Grace’s side and pressing a soft kiss under her jaw.

“Next game,” Bella said quietly. “We bounce back.”

Grace looked between the two of you — one hand in her hair, the other tangled with Bella’s fingers.

Her voice dropped softer. “Y’all always got me like this after losses?”

“Like what?” you asked.

“Feeling less mad.”

Bella smiled against her shoulder. “Yeah. But you gotta shower first next time. You smell like regret and gym socks.”

Grace gasped. “That’s crazy.”

You laughed, and the sound melted the last of the tension in the room.

Grace turned, slow and deliberate, one hand sliding to your waist. Not rushed. Not desperate. Just close. Bella’s hand stayed on your thigh, thumb tracing lazy lines back and forth.

It wasn’t about the game anymore.

It was quiet touches. Foreheads resting together. Soft kisses that lingered longer than usual — the kind that say I’m here without words.

Grace exhaled against your lips. “Missed you more than I was mad.”

Bella nodded, brushing her nose against your cheek. “Same.”

You smiled between them. “Good. Because you’re both stuck with me.”

Grace kissed you again, slower this time, hand tightening slightly at your waist before she pulled back just enough to murmur—

“C’mon. Bedroom.”

Bella immediately perked up. “Race you.”

Grace stood, grabbed your hand, and pulled you up with her while Bella jogged ahead dramatically like she was about to win a championship instead of sprinting ten feet down a hallway.

and the bedroom door clicked shut.

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Hey yall this my first time doing this so don’t hate but anyway enjoy 🖤🏀

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The bus ride back was dead quiet.

Not sleepy quiet.

That after a bad loss quiet.

Grace had her hood up, headphones on but not playing anything. Bella was two seats back, staring out the window like the darkness outside personally offended her. Nobody joked. Nobody played music. Just the low rumble of the bus and the sting of a game that should’ve gone different.

The second y’all pulled into the facility parking lot, both of them spotted you waiting by your car.

Grace tried to act normal. Failed immediately.

She didn’t even dap up her teammates like usual — just beelined straight for you, dropped her bag, and folded into your arms like her bones gave out. Full body weight. No warning.

“Hi to you too,” you laughed softly, holding her up.

“She played mad,” Bella added, walking up behind her, voice tired but fond. “Mad Grace is scary. I almost felt bad for the other team.”

Grace mumbled into your shoulder, “They deserved it.”

“You still lost, babe,” you teased.

She squeezed you tighter in response.

Bella slid in from the side, arms wrapping around both of you, cheek squishing against your other shoulder. Now you were just… trapped between two very sweaty, very clingy athletes.

“I missed you,” Bella muttered.

“You FaceTimed me six times today.”

“And?” she said, like that proved her point.

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Back at your apartment

Grace was stretched out on the couch, legs wide, staring at the ceiling like she was replaying every missed shot of her life.

You sat on the floor between her knees, thumbs rubbing slow circles into her calves. She didn’t even pretend she didn’t love it — her muscles went soft almost instantly.

Bella came out of your bedroom wearing one of your hoodies, hair damp from a quick shower, and made a beeline straight to you. She sat behind you, wrapped her arms around your waist, and rested her chin on your shoulder.

You were now sandwiched again.

“You’re both heavy,” you said.

“Shh,” Bella whispered. “We are emotionally fragile.”

Grace peeked down at you. “You still wearing my jersey to home games?”

“Obviously.”

“Sprayed it last game,” she added, a little smirk showing up. “Extra.”

“I KNOW,” you said. “My whole room smelled like you.”

“That’s the point,” she replied.

Bella groaned dramatically. “Disgusting. Y’all are disgusting.”

“You literally call me ‘my wife’ in public,” you shot back.

She paused. “…That’s different.”

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Later that night

The lights were low. TV playing some random show Grace swore you needed to watch but you weren’t paying attention to.

Grace was sitting on the floor now, back against the couch, and you were behind her, fingers slowly working through her hair while it was out of its usual style. She melted every single time you did that — eyes closed, shoulders loose, breathing deep.

“Don’t mess it up,” she murmured.

“I know, I know.”

Bella was half-laying on top of both of you from the couch, arm dangling over your shoulder, fingers absently tracing shapes on your collarbone.

“You know,” Bella said sleepily, “next game we win, we’re all going out.”

Grace opened one eye. “We go out when we lose too.”

“Yeah but this time we won’t be mad and brooding.”

“I don’t brood.”

“You absolutely brood,” you and Bella said at the same time.

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the tiny smile.

Silence settled again — not heavy like the bus ride, but warm. Safe.

Bella’s breathing evened out first. Knocked out.

Grace tilted her head back against your shoulder.

“Thanks for always showing up,” she said quietly.

“Always,” you replied, kissing her temple.

Her hand found yours, squeezing once before her eyes drifted shut too.

And just like that, the bad game didn’t feel so big anymore.

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Grace woke up first.

Not fully — just enough to realize Bella was half on top of you and you were still playing in her hair.

“You’re still up?” she muttered.

“Mhm.”

She turned her head slightly and kissed your wrist. Slow. Absent. Tired.

Bella stirred when you shifted, eyes barely open. “Don’t move… warm…”

“I can’t feel my leg,” you said.

“Sacrifices must be made,” she mumbled, immediately falling back asleep for three more seconds before waking again like she remembered something important.

“Oh — we lost.”

Grace groaned. “Don’t remind me.”

You leaned forward, arms wrapping around Grace from behind, cheek brushing hers. “You still played good.”

She huffed. “I missed easy ones.”

“You also carried defense.”

Bella, now more awake, slid down off the couch and onto the floor with you both, squeezing into Grace’s side and pressing a soft kiss under her jaw.

“Next game,” Bella said quietly. “We bounce back.”

Grace looked between the two of you — one hand in her hair, the other tangled with Bella’s fingers.

Her voice dropped softer. “Y’all always got me like this after losses?”

“Like what?” you asked.

“Feeling less mad.”

Bella smiled against her shoulder. “Yeah. But you gotta shower first next time. You smell like regret and gym socks.”

Grace gasped. “That’s crazy.”

You laughed, and the sound melted the last of the tension in the room.

Grace turned, slow and deliberate, one hand sliding to your waist. Not rushed. Not desperate. Just close. Bella’s hand stayed on your thigh, thumb tracing lazy lines back and forth.

It wasn’t about the game anymore.

It was quiet touches. Foreheads resting together. Soft kisses that lingered longer than usual — the kind that say I’m here without words.

Grace exhaled against your lips. “Missed you more than I was mad.”

Bella nodded, brushing her nose against your cheek. “Same.”

You smiled between them. “Good. Because you’re both stuck with me.”

Grace kissed you again, slower this time, hand tightening slightly at your waist before she pulled back just enough to murmur—

“C’mon. Bedroom.”

Bella immediately perked up. “Race you.”

Grace stood, grabbed your hand, and pulled you up with her while Bella jogged ahead dramatically like she was about to win a championship instead of sprinting ten feet down a hallway.

and the bedroom door clicked shut.