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Paige reaction to Azzi in her jersey after the game today

ONE SHOT : PUT MY NAME ON IT

paige x azzi

trigger : cuteness and fluff overload

also additional prompt from here

congrats pazzi on the hard launch 🚀 (we been knew.)

P.S if y’all are one of those who thinks P doesn’t love Az as much just cause she “hardly shows her off” can leave. That’s the dumbest shit i’ve ever heard, they don’t owe y’all nothing.

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The bedroom was still quiet, the kind of quiet that only happens early in the morning before the world wakes up. Sunlight was just starting to peek in through the blinds, stripes of gold cutting across the mess of blankets tangled around them.

Paige was awake first, barely. Just enough to feel Azzi’s weight against her, head tucked into the crook of her shoulder, warm breath brushing against her collarbone.

For once, Paige wasn’t thinking about the game yet.

Not about film, not about matchups, not about anything except the weight of Azzi’s leg slung lazily over her thigh and the way Azzi’s hand twitched every so often in her sleep, like she was dreaming about shooting 3’s even in her sleep.

She hasn’t seen Azzi for three weeks.

And by hasn’t, she means in real life. Cause of course they have been video calling each other every day since they got separated by distance.

Even yesterday they face-timed each other knowing they were gonna see each other by night.

As soon as the plane landed in Connenicut, Paige was out that door and zooming to wherever her girlfriend was.

The reunion felt like they both exhaled at the same time, like neither of them realized they’d been holding their breath for weeks until right now, in each other’s arms again. The weight of distance, of calls and texts that weren’t enough, all fell away in that second.

And now, having Azzi sleep and tucked away in her arms again, after all the lonely nights with the empty sheets and longing misses.

This felt so good. This felt like she was home.

Cause she was. Azzi was and will always will be her home.

Azzi shifted, nose brushing against Paige’s neck, voice low and rough. “Stop staring at me.”

“I’m not” Paige whispered, smiling to herself.

Azzi opened one eye, suspicious. “You are.”

“Not my fault I missed my pretty girlfriend” Paige murmured, brushing a curl away from Azzi’s cheek.

“I missed you too.” Azzi muttered softly, now fully awake with her big doe-eyes full on view.

Paige felt the words hit deeper than they ever used to.

Back when they were on the same team, the same campus, seeing each other every day—it was easy to brush off a missed lunch or a late-night film session, knowing they’d still crawl into the same bed at the end of the day.

But now? Now that they were in two different places, two different schedules, nothing felt guaranteed anymore. Every second together felt heavier, sweeter, more earned.

Paige didn’t want to waste a single moment with her. Not anymore. Not when distance taught her how rare it was to have everything you wanted right in front of you.

They laid like that for a while, before Paige had to go pre-train for game night. Easy, soft, soaking all the miss cuddles and post-poned kisses while they were away. this was until Azzi stirred again, this time glancing toward her phone on the nightstand.

“Oh,” she said suddenly, voice a little brighter. “Forgot to tell you, me and KK were talking about matching today.”

Paige’s brow furrowed, confused. “Matching what?”

“Your jersey.”

That got Paige’s attention fast. “Really?” She suddenly grinned as hints of pink overlaps her cheeks.

Azzi rolled her eyes in a non—serious way, finally moving to start the day, muscles flexing as she stretched her limbs. “KK said she was gonna buy your jersey at the merch stand before the game, and I was like, bet, I’ll wear one too.”

Paige sat up slightly, pushing her hair out of her face. “Azzi, be for real.” She suddenly deadpanned as her voice dropped an octave lower, clearly unamused.

“What?” Azzi genuinely expressed her confusion, tho still looking so adorable in her girlfriend’s eyes.

“The merch stand?”

Azzi frowned. “Yeah? Trying to be a supportive girlfriend? What’s your problem?”

Paige sighed and stood up, walking across the room to her suitcase that was by Azzi’s closet, rummaging through the stack of stuff she brought while grumbling underneath her breath something like—“she wears my clothes all the time but then she does something like this” not loud enough for Azzi to hear tho… until she found it, her jersey, not from the store, not printed for fans, but one of hers.

“Baby, what’s the point of buying a replica of my jersey when you can clearly just wear mine.” Paige walked back to bed, stating the obvious.

“Don’t you need this for later?” Azzi raised an eyebrow as she took the jersey that Paige handed out for her.

Paige stood a little too—quiet before replying “Nah it’s okay. Don’t worry about it” clearly trying to act nonchalant, like she hadn’t just presented her literal game jersey like it was nothing.

“I’ve got backups” Paige mumbled, eyes flicking away. “It’s fine.”

Azzi’s lips curved slowly, clearly realizing her girlfriend’s behavior. “Paige.”

“You packed this for me.”

“No, I didn’t…” Paige lied terribly.

“Yes, you did.”

“Shut up.”

“You were gonna give me this anyway.”

“I said shut up.” Paige groaned.

Azzi was full-on grinning now, leaning back on her elbows, smug, pretty, entirely too pleased with herself. “Aww... P, you were gonna give me your real jersey before I even said anything. That’s cute.”

Paige rolled her eyes, cheeks pinking. “I’m literally never nice to you again.”

“You’re so soft for me.”

“I’m actually mean.”

Azzi pulled the jersey into her lap, running her hands over the stitching. “You’re the softest.”

Paige fought the smile threatening to break across her face. Lost. Completely.

“Just wear it” she muttered.

Azzi’s voice dropped softer, playful turning into something closer to fond. “I will.”

And God, Paige knew she was done for.

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Paige was locked in and having fun during practice, feeling the air where she was already comfortable with.

And then she saw her.

Azzi.

Right by the corner of the court, standing casually, one hand in her pocket, curls bouncing softly as she shifts, added with the perfect touch of her hoops.

And she was wearing it.

Her jersey.

Not a replica.

Not a fan-store version.

Paige’s actual jersey.

The one she’d packed for her. The one she gave her this morning, acting casual, pretending it was nothing, pretending she didn’t care if Azzi wore it or not.

It fit perfectly. Tight in the shoulders, hugging her arms over her white long sleeve shirt, molding across her back like it was meant to be there. Her name—Bueckers stretching clean across Azzi’s shoulders like it belonged there.

And Azzi?

Standing there like she knew she looked perfect in it.

Which she was.

Like she knew exactly what she was doing to Paige by just existing in that jersey.

KK was standing next to her, wearing the merch version, laughing at something on her phone, totally unaware that Paige was currently fighting for her life just trying to stay upright.

Azzi caught Paige’s eyes from across the arena and smiled. Small and smug. Like it was just the two of them in the entire arena.

Paige swallowed hard, and tugged her bottom lip between her teeth, dragging her gaze down and back up Azzi’s body. It felt unfair—how right she looked in it.

When Paige finally walked over, slow, controlled, pretending she wasn’t completely losing it, Azzi tilted her head, curls brushing her cheek, eyes bright with the kind of trouble that Paige secretly loved.

“Nice jersey,” Paige said under her breath, fighting the smile curling at the corners of her mouth.

Azzi bit back her own grin. “Matches my girlfriend.”

Paige stared at her and raised her eyebrows fully amused by her cheeky girlfriend.

“Can’t help it you like when I wear your stuff.” Azzi added, deciding to be a bit of a menace today.

“You have no idea.”

“Hmm… I think I do.” Azzi purposely acted like she was thinking, before showing off a full on dimpled smile.

KK chose that exact moment to look up, eyes flicking between them, and immediately started grinning like she knew everything.

Azzi didn’t look away. Not for a second. “Good luck later”

Paige murmured. “Thanks baby”

Paige was already gone for her. Had been. Would be.

Forever.

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The arena was clearing out, postgame noise buzzing around them, Paige just finished taking pictures with fans and the UConn team who came to watch, she can finally pay full attention towards her cute girlfriend who waited patiently but clearly was in a hurry to go.

Paige already knew what was coming. They’d talked about it, planned around it, understood it.

But it still never get’s easy.

“I gotta head to New York,” Azzi said gently, eyes watching Paige’s face like she could already sense the shift. “Fanatics thing.”

Paige nodded, letting out a soft breath. “Yeah. I know.”

She wasn’t mad. Not really. Just that low, familiar ache curling in her chest, the part of her that hated goodbyes, even temporary ones. She understood, but it didn’t mean she liked it.

Azzi tilted her head, searching her girlfriend’s blue eyes. “You good?”

“I’m fine,” Paige murmured. “I just… I wish I could come with you. Or drive you. Or Something.”

Azzi smiled, small and knowing. “I know you do. But you’ve got your own stuff.”

“Yeah.” Paige’s jaw clenched lightly. “I know.”

It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t some meltdown. Just that quiet, frustrating feeling of wanting to be in two places at once and not being able to.

But Paige had been here before. They had been here before.

Azzi reached out, fingers curling softly around Paige’s wrist, grounding her. “I’ll meet you in DC. I promise.”

“That’s like a whole week away.”

“It’s in two days P.”

“Feels like a week.” Paige grumbled.

Azzi pressed a soft kiss to the corner of Paige’s mouth. “You’re so dramatic.”

“You love that I’m dramatic.”