paigesluver

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IM TALKIN BOUT INNITTTTTT

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i know that’s right😽😽

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all i wanted to do today was go see azzi, juju, and taylor rooks, i fear i fumbled😩

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she’s so sweet☹️

Our gentlewoman 🥹

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hi hi! i was on someone’s acc and saw their masterlist and noticed the titles were role model songs and they were about paige but i lost the acc and all i remember was seeing one titled stripclub music so if any of y’all know what i’m talking about help me out pls😩 it’s my two worlds colliding and i want to read them so bad

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so cute

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ohmygod they’re insane, hard launch on a random saturday, i’ve been waiting for this😩

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it’s happening

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when people ask me for directions i’m sorry. i’m not that kind of girl

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i’ve been in a writing mood so chapter 3 for for me should be out sometimes next week, slight angst, bit of fluff, and of course tension, it’s a work in progress but i’m loving it so far🤭

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so real😩

this me rn

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paige scored her first wnba points🥹 i’m so proud of her

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my worlds colliding

this means so much to me

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what necklace wad azzi wearing td?

it’s a 5 with a heart, a fan made it for paige but azzi is wearing it

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ohmygod.

oh sweet FUCK

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A Little Sparkle, A Little Secret

paige bueckers x fem reader

synopsis; at paige bueckers’ WNBA Draft night, a simple necklace reveals a quiet romance that had been hiding in plain sight — turning friendship into something more, one subtle moment at a time.

warnings; fluff

hi hi! i’ve had this written since draft night and finally got around to completing it. but did y’all see that necklace on azzi today? yeahhhh😽😽 i hope y’all enjoy this one🙂‍↕️

Paige Bueckers lit up the orange WNBA Draft carpet in a custom Coach suit that looked like it was made of stardust — mocha brown, dripping in over 200,000 glass crystals, with wide-leg pants, a Y2K vest top, and a blazer that shimmered with every step. Her long, wavy hair framed her face, and the black platform shoes only added to the glow she carried — part nerves, part pride, part finally.

You were right behind her — not a player, but a familiar face. You were the student manager for UConn’s team, always in the background, always around. Fans knew you. Some had noticed how you and Paige were nearly inseparable. But it was always chalked up to friendship. You’d both even played into it — “best friends,” you’d say in interviews, laughing like it was the easiest answer in the world.

But tonight, you wore something new.

Something no one could ignore.

A diamond “P” pendant rested against your skin — simple, subtle, but loud in its own way.

No one could have guessed it had been a pre-game gift. Not after the win, not after the celebration — but right before the biggest moment of Paige’s college career.

Just before warmups, Paige had pulled you aside in the tunnel. The arena hadn’t even filled yet, but the energy was already thick. Paige looked calm, but you knew better. There was adrenaline in her eyes — and something else.

“I’ve been saving this,” Paige murmured, slipping a small box into your hand. “Today felt right.”

Inside: the necklace.

“For good luck,” she added, her voice softer now. “And so you’ll have a piece of me, for when I’m not standing next to you.”

It was a good luck charm for the game — but more than that, it was a keepsake. A quiet promise. Her way of saying you’ll still have a piece of me with you, even when this chapter was over. A lowkey but loaded moment — one that hinted at the shift coming for both of you, while quietly confirming what no one else had ever known.

You put it on right then and there. They won. Everything changed after that — but one thing didn’t: the necklace stayed on.

Fast forward to draft night, and it didn’t take long for fans to start piecing things together. After Paige lit up the carpet in her shimmering mocha suit, she slipped away and changed — swapping the glittering set for a sharp black Coach power suit, braless under the blazer, the lapels catching the light with a subtle shimmer. She looked like everything the league had been waiting for.

And when the commissioner finally called her name?

You were the first person she hugged.

Not her parents. Not her coaches. Not even her teammates.

You stood first, arms already open, eyes already shining.

Paige walked straight into you.

It lasted only a few seconds. Just long enough to make fans watching at home blink twice.

Then the tweets started.

“Did anyone else notice that necklace? 👀 Same one from the championship…”

“Paige just gave her the FIRST hug. I’m not saying anything, but I’m saying something... 🤔”

“Okay but WHY does it feel like they’ve been dating for a while and we’re just catching up?”

“They’ve been dropping hints and I’m picking them up! That necklace is too meaningful to be a coincidence.”

“How are they keeping this a secret when the necklace is literally screaming it? 😂”

“That necklace didn’t just appear outta nowhere y’all. The math is mathing. 💅”

Then came the news stories.

“Paige Bueckers’ Draft Night Mystery Guest Turns Heads”

“Is Her ‘Best Friend’ Actually Her Girlfriend? Fans Think So”

Still, nothing official. No hand-holding. No Instagram drops. Just tension, shared smiles, and that necklace that kept catching the flashbulbs.

The real moment came later — at the after-party.

Away from the buzz, in a quieter corner of the room, you leaned your head against Paige’s shoulder.

“You think people figured it out?” you asked, just loud enough over the music.

Paige looked at you, her fingers gently tugging the chain around your neck.

“They’ve been figuring it out,” she said. “Let ’em.”

You grinned. “No regrets?”

Paige tilted her head. “I gave you that necklace before the biggest game of my life. You think I’m scared of a few tweets?”

You didn’t post anything. But someone else did — a snap of you two mid-laugh, your hand resting easily on Paige’s thigh, the necklace front and center.

No caption. No confirmation.

Just two “best friends,” looking a whole lot like something more.

And the internet?

Oh, they knew.

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i love when ppl say “that’s so you” it feels good to know i exist and have a vibe