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just posted another oneshot! and maybe i should tell you guys about my next one that i've been planning to write ever since i posted snow day..

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pazzi - best friends but real lovey dovey on each other and paige does anything azzi wants her to do in front of their teamates

the space between us

pairing : pazzi

content : fluff, slightt angst (friends to lovers, mutual pining)

a/n : thank you anon for this request 🙏 i changed it up a little bit, but i hope you still loveee. also based it off of 23 - 24 roster because i miss niknik and lili. thank you as well for the support on snow day and repped, if you haven't read those, maybe u should? please remember this is all fiction. enjoy reading!

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from the day they met, it was always something a little more with them.

like the way azzi would ask, “can i sit here?” on every away-game bus ride, even though paige always saved her the window seat.

or the quiet, “can i have a sip?” as she reached for paige’s water bottle mid-practice. and paige never said no, she never even blinked.

they were best friends. that’s what they told everyone.

but best friends didn’t flirt like that, didn’t look at each other like this, didn’t act like it had always been them, a team of two, orbiting each other, no one else getting close enough to matter.

they didn’t need to say it out loud.

they had each other. and that was enough.

until it wasn’t.

it started with azzi spending more time with this girl from the track team. bree. funny, loud, magnetic in a way that drew people in. she was the kind of person who never hesitated, especially with azzi when she asked her out right at the door of the champions center, handed her a smoothie and said, “you free friday?”

paige saw it from across the court, of course. yet all she did was watch azzi smile back and say yes.

and something in her chest cracked open, soft and sharp at the same time.

not because she was jealous, not exactly. she was happy for her, but because suddenly she wasn’t the first one azzi told about her day, and suddenly the pre-practice routines were off, the stolen glances in the locker room or the shared inside jokes as the team was being told off by geno.

and paige didn’t know what to do with that.

so she did nothing.

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practice the next day was tense. azzi kept looking at paige like she wanted to say something. paige kept pretending not to see it.

and then, during a full-court drill, paige fumbled a pass and muttered under her breath.

azzi jogged over, concern on her face. “you okay?”

“i’m fine,” paige said, too quickly. “you don’t have to check on me.”

“what does that mean?”

“nothing"

“paige.."

“just go, az.”

the silence that followed was deafening.

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they didn’t talk for two days.

paige stayed late in the gym, long after everyone else had left. it was easier to be around ghosts than to look azzi in the eye and feel that ache in her chest grow stronger.

until friday night, when azzi walked in just as paige was lining up a free throw. she didn’t say anything, just caught the ball on the rebound and passed it back.

paige stared at her.

azzi crossed her arms. “you’ve been avoiding me"

paige swallowed. “i’ve been busy, march madness is coming up”

“you’ve been hiding"

a beat.

“maybe.”

“why?”

paige was silent. she caught the ball again, dribbled once. twice. then let it fall.

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it starts at ted’s.

because it always does. late-night runs after big games, when the adrenaline’s still in their veins and no one wants to go back to their dorm just yet. it’s loud inside, a little sticky, the lights a shade too bright, but it feels like home. like uconn tradition.

paige sits in the corner booth with azzi pressed in beside her. her thigh is warm against paige’s. her hair’s tied back, but a few loose strands fall forward, and paige has to grip her root beer float like it’s keeping her alive.

they’re not talking. not really. just sitting in that kind of silence that’s not awkward, but heavy. azzi’s bouncing her knee. paige keeps glancing at her. she looks nervous. too quiet, too still in the wrong ways.

"paige,"

and even before paige could even look directly at her azzi's already leaning in.

slow.

intentional.

her hand brushes against paige’s jaw like a whisper.

and then she kisses her.

it’s soft. hesitant. it tastes like cherry coke and something sweeter. like hope.

and paige, she’s waited forever for this, dreamed of it, begged for it in silence.

but she pulls back.

just an inch. just enough.

"azzi, stop. you're drunk"

“i'm not, paige.”

paige tenses. "you are, what happened to bree?"

azzi looks down, then back at her. her eyes are clearer than they should be, considering how many fries she just devoured. “i have to tell you something.”

paige stiffens. her hands go cold, but she feels a little hope inside her.

“i never told you,” azzi’s voice doesn’t waver. “we broke up.”

paige’s heart stutters. “when?”

“a week ago.”

“why didn’t you say anything?”

azzi lets out a breath. “because i didn’t want to lie to you about why. or pretend like it didn’t matter when it did.”

paige stays quiet, letting her talk.

“she cheated on me,” azzi says flatly. “with some guy from the LSU football team. i found out the day after that scrimmage. i didn’t tell anyone.”

paige stares. “what?”

azzi shrugs, like it’s nothing. like it’s old news even though it’s clearly not. “i think part of me already knew. not about the guy. just… that she wasn’t the person i wanted to tell good things to. not anymore.”

and then she looks at paige.

really looks at her.

“you were.”

paige swallows. hard. her throat feels too tight. the air’s too heavy.

“you always were,” azzi adds.

paige’s eyes flutter shut. “then why’d you pick her?”

“because you scared the shit out of me,” azzi says. “and because i thought i had more time.”

it’s not perfect. it’s not a line. it’s just true.

“you’re sure?” she asks. “this isn’t about bree?”

azzi shakes her head immediately. “this has never been about bree. not even once.”

“she cheated on you.”

“and you stayed,” azzi says. “even when i made it impossible.”

paige covers her eyes. her voice cracks when she speaks.

“you don’t get to kiss me if you’re not sure.”

“i’m sure,” azzi says.

and this time when she kisses her, it’s different.

hungrier, deeper, like nothing else mattered.

and paige kisses back like she’s drowning. like she finally found the surface.

they don’t even notice kk standing there with her milkshake in hand, eyes wide as saucers.

not until kk blurts, “HOLY SHIT.”

paige freezes. azzi jumps a little, lips still inches from paige’s.

then the rest of the team explodes.

“FINALLY,” aaliyah yells from a booth behind them.

“i knew it,” nika says, pointing her fry at aubrey like she won a bet.

“i had money on them making out before the tournament,” ice mutters.

“you owe me twenty,” aubrey says smugly.

kk just stares. “yo. that was kinda hot.”

paige groans, hiding her face in azzi’s shoulder. azzi’s laughing now, full and free, her arm curling around paige’s waist like it’s always belonged there.

“i guess this means it’s official?” aaliyah calls out.

azzi grins, loud enough for everyone to hear.

“yeah. it’s official.”

and paige, with her heart finally whole in her chest, just nods.

“took you long enough,” nika says.

but paige doesn’t care.

because azzi’s still holding her hand under the table.

and this time, she’s not letting go.

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Paige knows this is her song 😭😭

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repped

pairing : pazzi

content : fluff (pazzi hard launch on national tv!)

a/n : hey heh.. here's another really short oneshot! this was written in around 30 minutes, with no proofreading and i absolutely hate it, but i hope you guys love it nonetheless! please remember that this is all fiction. thank you, enjoy reading!

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there was something about walking into the gampel pavilion like this.

the familiar smell of polished wood, the distant echo of basketballs bouncing during practice, and the low murmur of the crowd starting to settle in. it hit paige in waves of comfort and a strange sort of peace. even when she had games with the dallas wings now, uconn still felt like home.

the court gleamed the same way it always had, soft gold under the lights. the banners still hung like silent witnesses to everything they’d built there. but tonight, it wasn’t her name the crowd had come to cheer.

it was azzi’s.

she slipped quietly into her seat courtside, the same row she used to make eye contact with geno from. only now, she wasn’t here as a player.

she was here as someone’s girl.

the game had just tipped off. azzi was already in rhythm, her classic soft release, full extension, laser focus. she was all business, and it made paige ache in the way only pride could. that was the thing about azzi. every version of her, paige loved them all.

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someone a few rows up started pointing. not at the court, but at paige – her blonde hair, wrapped in her iconic low bun.

she pretended not to notice the portion of the crowd yelling her name, she just leaned back in her seat, let her jacket hang a little looser.

the second quarter ticked on. azzi hit a three in transition, her form like clockwork. paige clapped once, just once, grinning widely.

halfway through the quarter, the trojans called a timeout, as they were down by 8 points. the ref's whistle blew, and the players started jogging back toward the benches.

that's what when the cameramen found her. the jumbotron flickered, and there she was.

paige.

the paige bueckers.

big and clear, with little smirk playing at the corner of her lips.

she didn’t do anything flashy. just stood up, waving to the cameras and to everyone in gampel finally noticing her. slow and calm, she pulled the zipper of her wings track jacket down the center.

revealing bold, unmistakable letters printed across her chest in a navy, huskies-like blue, “PROUD GIRLFRIEND TO AZZI FUDD.”

there was a half-second of silence, then the place erupted into screams, with people pulling out their phones to take a video of the jumbotron, and the announcers talking about it on live broadcast.

azzi was turned toward the bench, towel reaching for her face, but the noise didn’t make sense, it was just a timeout.

she followed her teammates’ confused glances to the jumbotron first –

she saw the girl she loved, in the place she loved.

paige.

courtside.

smirking like she owned the building.

wearing that shirt.

azzi’s eyebrows lifted. just slightly, the corner of her mouth betrayed her.

then just like that, the whole team turned their heads to where the camera had zoomed in.

there she was.

seat 1A, right by the scorer’s table. stood up, hands pointing to her shirt, jacket open in full like a declaration. paige waved.

azzi didn’t wave back, but she fully clocked it.

she just shook her head, grinning like an idiot while wiping the sweat off the back of her neck.

azzi took a breath and looked away, but it was too late, kk and ice were already teasing. sarah nudged her shoulder, morgan fanned her dramatically with a towel.

“did you two plan that?" ashlynn whispered.

azzi wiped at her face, cheeks warm. “no, and she’s ridiculous for it.”

“but you love it.”

she didn’t answer, but the answer was all over her face.

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the timeout ended. they went back onto the court.

but something was different.

azzi moved looser. smoother. like something had lifted. every cut was sharper, every shot softer, every defensive slide just a little more locked in. she played like her heart had caught fire.

paige could see it from the sideline.

and she knew.

every three azzi hit after that, she shot a glance toward her. not obvious, not lingering, but enough. and paige would just lift her brows, tilt her head, and clap nonchalantly like she knew all her shots would be cash.

the crowd ate it up.

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the buzzer sounded, the final score was 78 - 64.

azzi high-fived her teammates, walking to the bench with her arms wrapped around sarah and kk's shoulders, but her eyes were already searching.

and there she was.

paige, standing again. same seat. same smile. hands stuffed in her pockets, like she hadn’t just hijacked an entire arena’s attention.

azzi jogged over and didn’t even pretend to be cool about it.

“you’re actually insane,” she said, half-laughing as she leaned over the barrier.

paige leaned in, close enough that only azzi could hear. “proud,” she corrected, dragging her finger across the words on her shirt.

azzi’s eyes dropped to read it again, and she grinned widely. “you know that’s probably everywhere by now, right?”

“good. they should know.”

azzi paused. “i missed you.”

“i know,” paige said, grin softening. “i missed you more.”

the moment hung between them, sweet and full and glowing under the gampel lights. azzi had played her heart out, but nothing beat the way paige looked at her like she was the whole world.

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someone get chris koclanes on the line right now i have some words.

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THIS IS WHAT IVE BEEN SAYINNGGGGGGG

guys paige and azzi are NOT PUBLIC

everyone needs to calm the fuck down and let them live

thank you🤗🤗

this is the girls you say aren't in love anymore btw..

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I CANTHWHYEHDGEUESY

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idk shes so fine

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just posted my first fanfic, kinda nervous!

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snow day

pairing : pazzi

content : fluff (slowburn)

a/n : hi! this will be my first oneshot that i'm posting here. give me any kind of feedback on my writing or prompts to write, i appreciate any kind of support. thank you, enjoy reading! ♡ (i tried my best)

paige sat curled up on the couch in a hoodie too thin for the storm, staring at her phone’s screen until it dimmed. no service. no wi-fi. no light but the soft blue from outside. somewhere behind her, she heard azzi open a cabinet and sigh,

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snow piled against the windows like the world was trying to bury them quiet, the heater had gone off five minutes ago, and now the apartment was starting to feel the cold creeping in.

"do you have a blanket?"

paige slowly looks back at her, holding up the edge of the small lilac blanket she was already wrapped up in, "yeah, this one.."

azzi shuts the cabinet, looking at the blanket, "well, could i borrow it?"

she blinked, eyebrows raised, lips parted like she was about to go on a rant. “are you serious? this is the only blanket i have here."

"give it to me, you have a jacket on, i only have pj shorts-" paige cuts her off, face still scrunched up "no way, this is my apartment and my blanket, your fault you're wearing shorts while we're being snowed in"

azzi crossed her arms. “i'll figure something out.”

she turned like she was gonna grab a hoodie from her bag, but paige rolled her eyes and shifted over, lifting the edge of the blanket without a word.

“just sit down,” paige said. “don’t be dramatic.”, azzi hesitated. "i'm not cold.”

“sure,” paige said, patting the space beside her. “come on, i don’t bite.”

azzi gave her a look. “you’re awfully eager to cuddle.”

paige smirked. “i’m just being generous.”

with a sigh that sounded way more annoyed than she actually was, azzi sat down stiffly, arms still crossed, barely touching paige’s side. the blanket didn’t even cover both of them evenly.

“you could at least share,” azzi muttered.

“i am sharing. you’re just bad at accepting kindness.”

the room fell quiet, nothing but the wind outside and the occasional creak from the heater trying to come back to life. a few minutes passed, and azzi finally let her shoulder relax, leaning just enough to brush against paige’s.

paige glanced down at her, trying not to smile too obviously.

“told you,” she murmured, voice low and smug. “not so bad, is it?”

azzi didn’t answer. but she didn’t move away either.

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i miss my team.

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happy father’s day to azzi fudd 🥳

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