Pairing: Nika Mühl x Reader
Fandom: WNBA- Seattle Storm
Summary: A reckless night leads to confessions neither can take back
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That look Nika gives me when she knows I’m about to do something stupid and she’s trying to warn me without sounding controlling. Brows raised, jaw tight, that subtle tick in her cheek like she’s trying not to say more than I’ll want to hear.
“Y/N,” she said that night, standing in the doorway of my room, arms crossed in a black hoodie I’m almost positive was mine. “Are you really going out tonight?”
I was spritzing perfume and fumbling with my earrings, heels already on, lip gloss shimmering in the mirror’s reflection. “It’s just one night, Ni,” I answered lightly. “I need to blow off some steam.”
“You’ve had a long week,” she said. “But that crew you’re going with? I don’t like them.”
I rolled my eyes and turned toward her. “You’re not my girlfriend, Nika.”
That landed harder than I meant it to. Her expression didn’t change, but I felt something shift in the air between us. Still, she nodded once, sharp and small, then stepped aside.
“You’re right,” she said quietly. “Ali želim da budeš.”
And I walked past her, my heart a little heavier than I expected.
The night was a blur—music too loud, drinks too strong, faces I barely knew pulling me into their rhythm.
I tried to laugh, tried to dance, tried to feel free.
But something in me kept tugging, a thread connected to a quiet girl in a dark hoodie who looked at me like she was trying to protect something she couldn’t name.
Two drinks became five. Five drinks became a mistake.
I don’t remember everything. Just fragments—someone’s hand on my back, a voice too close to my ear, a moment of panic when I realized my phone was dying and I didn’t feel right.
I stumbled out into the alley behind the bar, dialing the only number I could with the last 3% of battery I had left.
“Ni,” I mumbled into the speaker when she picked up.
There was a beat of silence. Then her voice, sharp and already moving, “Where are you?”
The sound of her car engine starting.
I tried to tell her, but I was crying now, sinking onto the cold pavement as the adrenaline wore off and the fear hit me square in the chest.qwx
When she got there, I didn’t even have to wave her down. Nika always finds me.
She threw the car in park like it had personally offended her and was at my side in seconds.
Her eyes scanned me—makeup smudged, knees scraped, dress riding up my thighs. I must’ve looked like hell.
She crouched in front of me, hands trembling with rage and worry. “Jebem ti sve, što sam ti rekla?!” she snapped, voice low but heated.
I blinked up at her through tears. “I don’t know what that means.”
She exhaled harshly, grabbing my face gently in her hands. “Glupa si, znaš to? Ali… Bože, volim te više nego što možeš zamisliti.”
“What are you saying?” I whispered, fingers curling in the fabric of her sleeve.
“Nothing you need to worry about right now,” she said quickly, lifting me off the ground like I weighed nothing. “Let’s get you home.”
Home wasn’t my apartment. Home was wherever Nika was.
She carried me inside, supporting most of my weight as I leaned heavily against her.
I tried to apologize, voice slurred and shaking, but she hushed me with a look and a soft, “Later, ljubavi. First, you need care.”
She didn’t flinch at the smell of tequila clinging to me. She didn’t lecture me—yet.
She guided me straight to the bathroom, flicked the light on, and began undressing me like I was something breakable.
“Come on,” she coaxed gently, tugging the zipper of my dress down. “We’re showering.”
“We?” I mumbled, barely coherent as the panic returned.
“You can’t stand on your own, baby,” she said, brushing hair out of my face. “I’ve got you.”
The warm water hit my skin, but it was her touch that made me crumble.
Her hands were soft, moving through my hair with a gentleness that shattered me.
I cried quietly against her shoulder, hiccuping through my shame and regret.
“It’s okay,” she murmured in Croatian, brushing my cheeks with her thumbs. “Tu sam. Volim te. Sve će biti u redu.”
I didn’t understand the words, but I felt them. Deep in my chest, tucked into the safety of her arms.
She washed my hair, then helped me rinse, whispering things I didn’t understand but clung to anyway.
When we were done, she wrapped me in a towel and carried me to her room.
I sat on the bed while she found a spare t-shirt and sweatpants, dressing me like I was her most precious thing.
She brushed my teeth, tied my hair into two neat braids, and even warmed up soup in the microwave, feeding me a few spoonfuls before I refused another bite and pressed my face into her shoulder.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, eyes brimming with tears again. “I was so stupid. I didn’t even—”
“Stop,” she said gently but firmly, cradling my face. “You’re safe now. That’s all that matters.”
I nodded, still trembling.
She tucked us both into bed, pulling me close so I could bury myself in her scent, her warmth, her heartbeat.
I whispered one last apology, voice cracking, and Nika held me tighter.
“Volim te više nego što znaš,” she murmured into my hair. “Više od svega.”
I don’t remember falling asleep. But I remember waking up.
The sun filtered softly through her curtains, and the first thing I felt was warmth.
My cheek pressed against her chest.
The slow, steady rise and fall of her breath.
Nika was already awake, watching me.
“You’re staring,” I croaked, voice dry.
“You snore,” she replied, smirking.
I groaned and rolled onto my back. “Ni…”
She turned on her side, propping her head up with one hand. “You’re okay?”
I nodded slowly. “Yeah. Just… embarrassed.”
I bit my lip. “I feel so bad for calling you. For making you come get me. For not listening when you—”
“Y/N,” she said softly but seriously, “we can talk about it in a little bit. But first, come help me with breakfast.”
Our morning routine was always easy, fluid. She made the eggs while I toasted the bread.
I squeezed oranges into juice and tried not to think too hard about the night before.
We sat close on the couch with plates in our laps, legs touching.
It was silent for a while—just the sound of silverware against ceramic and the occasional sip of coffee.
Then I put my plate down and turned to her. “Can we talk now?”
She nodded, setting hers down too. “Yeah.”
“I’m sorry,” I said immediately. “You were right. That group sucks, and I knew it, and I went anyway. I felt like I had to prove something to myself… I don’t even know what. But you tried to warn me and I just—brushed you off.”
Her jaw tensed again, like the night before.
“It’s not just that you didn’t listen,” she said. “It’s that you made me feel like my care didn’t matter. Like I was overstepping.”
“I know,” she cut in, eyes softening. “But it hurt. Because I’m not just your ‘close friend,’ Y/N. At least, I don’t want to be.”
I blinked, heart thudding. “What?”
She smiled sadly. “You said it yourself. I’m not your girlfriend. But God, I want to be. And it sucks watching you self-destruct and not having the right to stop you. To protect you.”
“Nika…” I reached for her hand. “You’ve always protected me. Even when I didn’t deserve it.”
Her fingers curled around mine.
“I love you,” she said, voice quiet but sure. “I’ve been in love with you for a long time.”
I swallowed thickly, tears welling again but this time for a completely different reason.
“I love you too. I think I’ve been running from it, but last night… all I wanted was you. Not just to rescue me, but to hold me. To keep me.”
“I want you to be my girlfriend,” I whispered, tugging her hand closer. “Please.”
Nika broke into a smile that made my chest ache. “God, I’ve waited forever to hear you say that.”
We both started giggling, grinning like fools as she pulled me into her arms and kissed the side of my head.
The day melted into soft movies, blanket nests, whispered promises between kisses, and laughter that filled every quiet crack between us. She held me like she had no intention of ever letting go.
And for once—I didn’t want to run.
Where I’d always been meant to be.
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