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Title: Only I Get to Lift You



Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball
Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader
Rating: T (Teen)
Warnings: Mild jealousy, light angst, fluff, playful possessiveness
Summary: With TikTok supposedly on the verge of being banned, you’re determined to convince Paige to do the Jacked and Kind trend as a farewell. Paige refuses, saying she won’t even post her drafts, unlike the rest of your teammates. So, you ask someone else...
“C’mon, Paige, please?” I whined, leaning my full weight against her as we sat on the couch in her dorm.
Paige groaned, not even looking up from her phone. “Nope.”
I pouted. “It’s a farewell to TikTok. You have to do it with me.”
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t have to do anything.”
“Paige—”
“No.”
I let out a dramatic sigh, flopping against her. “Everyone else has done it! Ice, Azzi, Sarah, Jana—”
“And that’s exactly why I don’t need to do it,” she cut in. “I don’t even post like that, Y/N. I have like… a hundred drafts, most are ads that having been set to drop yet.”
I gasped. “And you’re not gonna post the non ad drafts?!”
“Nope.”
I sat up, scandalized. “You’re the worst.”
She smirked. “And yet, you’re still in love with me.”
I grumbled under my breath before pushing off the couch. “Fine. If you won’t do it, I’ll just ask Jana.”
Paige quirked a brow. “Jana?”
“Yup,” I said, grabbing my phone. “She’s tall, she’s strong, and unlike some people, she actually likes to have fun.”
Paige snorted. “Go ahead then. Have fun.”
Oh, I would.
Convincing Jana had been way easier.
“You wanna do a TikTok trend with me?” she repeated after I explained.
I nodded. “Yeah, you just lift me on your shoulders for the ‘Jacked and Kind’ thing.”
She smiled. “Okay, sure.”
Easy.
Sarah started the music, and I grinned at the camera as we recorded.
Jana crouched, letting me carefully climb onto her shoulders. She stood with ease, my legs dangling as I gripped her head for balance.
Everything was going great—until I saw Paige standing across the gym, her arms crossed, staring hard.
I could tell exactly what was happening in that pretty little head of hers.
Something clicked.
Something possessive.
And suddenly, the video was no longer cute to her—it was personal.
The second I hopped off Jana’s shoulders, Paige was right there.
“Redo it.”
I blinked. “Huh?”
She gestured at my phone. “The TikTok. Redo it. With me.”
I stared at her for a second, then smirked. “Ohhh, now you wanna do it?”
Paige clenched her jaw. “Only I get to lift my girl on my shoulders. No one else.”
Azzi, Ice, and Sarah cackled in the background.
Jana, bless her heart, just looked amused. “I mean, I don’t mind—”
“No, you’re good,” Paige said quickly. “We’re doing it again.”
I bit back a laugh. “Oh, so when Jana does it, it’s a problem?”
“Yes,” Paige said without hesitation.
Sarah whistled. “Damn, she’s pressed.”
Paige ignored her, just crouching down. “C’mon, up you go. Alright, run it back,” she said.
I rolled my eyes, but agreed to letting etting Sarah re-start the sound. We waited for the sound to start playing.
Once the sound started playing Paige stood, her grip on my waist firm, like she needed to prove something.
I smiled as the song restarted, she lifted me up with ease. With me now resting on her shoulder, Paige smirked up at me, squeezing my calves. “Now it’s cute.”
I laughed, shaking my head. This girl was ridiculous.
But, honestly? I loved her for it.
The second I posted the TikTok, I knew it was over for Paige.
The comments were rolling in within seconds:
@paige4mvp: “FINALLY she did the trend, took her long enough ”
@wnbabuckets: “Paige, just go ahead and clean out those drafts while you’re at it.”
@uconnfancam: “Bueckers, drop the drafts, we BEG.”
I scrolled through the flood of replies, laughing to myself as I sat on the couch. Paige, who was sprawled across my lap, raised an eyebrow at my amusement. “What’s so funny?”
I turned my phone toward her, showing the endless comments demanding that she post the TikToks she had sitting in her drafts.
Paige groaned dramatically, throwing her head back. “Ma, I told you they were gonna start on me the second you posted it.”
I smirked, playing with the ends of her hair. “Well, maybe if you actually posted anything instead of letting your drafts collect dust, they wouldn’t be on your ass like this.”
She huffed, crossing her arms. “I don’t even have that many—”
“Paige, you have like 105, and I'm pretty sure 50% of em are yet to be released ads and sponsors.”
She sat up, giving me a look. “How do you even know that?”
I gave her an innocent smile. “I may or may not have taken a little peek while you were editing our video.”
Paige groaned again, flopping dramatically against me. “You’re the worst.”
I laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “And yet, you still love me.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she mumbled. “Whatever, you say baby.”
A few hours later kk had convinced me to do a TikTok Live with her
“Alright, y’all, what’s up?”
I grinned at the screen as KK adjusted the phone, setting up the TikTok Live. The chat was already moving at lightning speed, comments rolling in about the Jacked and Kind TikTok.
@paigeismybabymama: “Y/N, YOU SNAPPED WITH THAT POST ”
@kkfanclub: “KK AND Y/N?? ELITE LIVEEEEEE”
@paigeslockscreen: “Where’s Bueckers?? She still hiding from the comments??”
I laughed as KK read that one out loud. “Nah, she and Jana are building something new once again. Probably about to break our damn apartment, from the way they are yelling at each other.”
The camera shifted slightly, showing Paige and Jana sitting on the floor, surrounded by wooden planks and an instruction manual that Jana is reading out loud only for paige to tell her to slow down or she's not making any sense.
KK snickered, before adding fuel to the fire. “Hey, P boogers! The chat said you need to come out of hiding and post your drafts.”
Paige didn’t even look up. “Tell them to mind their business.”
I smirked, leaning toward the phone. “Y’all heard her—keep commenting about it.”
More comments flooded in instantly.
@nukebueckers:“POST THE DRAFTS, PAIGE. STOP PLAYIN.”
@wnbawatchparty: “NAH, WE AIN’T LETTING THIS GO.”
Paige sighed dramatically, setting down the drill and turning toward me. “Y/N, baby, you’re supposed to have my back.”
I gave her an innocent shrug. “I am. I just think you should give the people what they want. Cause its also what I want”
She squinted at me, then at the phone. Then, with a mischievous grin, she stood up, stretching her arms above her head.
The chat immediately went wild.
@paigebiceps:“NAH WAIT WHY IS SHE BUILT LIKE THAT”
@fypuconn:“PAIGE IN THE SPORTS BRA AND GREEN PJS HELLO????”
@wnbabuckets: “IS SHE ABOUT TO DO A TIKTOK ON LIVE???”
I raised an eyebrow as Paige walked over to me, now standing directly behind the couch. She leaned down, resting her chin on my shoulder. “You wanna put on show for TikTok, baby?”
I smirked before turning to look at her. “You trying to redeem yourself?”
She grinned, kissing my cheek. “Something like that.”
The chat was moving way too fast now.
@paigefanclub: “SHE CALLED HER BABY AGAIN BYEEEE”
@jukebueckers: “NOT HER BEING ALL FLIRTY ON LIVE—”
@y/nnation: “SOMEONE SCREEN RECORD THIS”
KK, who had been watching with amusement, shook her head. “Nah, this is actually crazy. Go ahead, do the trend again, since Paige wanna prove something.”
Jana, who was still trying to assemble the furniture, looked up and smirked. “Oh, this I gotta see.”
“Alright, P baby. You ready?” I say as I stood up going to stand in the middle of the floor.
She smirked. “Always, ma.”
Paige stretched again, showing off just enough muscle to make the chat go feral. Then, with zero hesitation, she reached down and grabbed my waist.
I let out a small yelp as she lifted me effortlessly, settling me onto her shoulders like it was nothing.
The chat? Absolutely losing its mind.
@paigeisstrong: “I KNEW SHE WAS STRONG BUT DAMN”
@y/nluver:“THE WAY SHE JUST PICKED HER UP LIKE THAT—”
@uconnfans:“OH SHE OWNS YOU FR”
I laughed, holding onto Paige’s head for balance.
The two of us did the trend flawlessly, Paige flexing way more than necessary, making sure to show off just how effortlessly she could hold me up.
As soon as we both finished, she had a menacing idea to toss me back down onto the couch. Letting out a yelp, as I landed on the couch I sat up only for Paige to put me in her lap. Her hands lingering on my waist as she pulled me close. “That good enough for y’all?” she teased the camera.
The chat was a mess.
@fypnation: “PAIGE JUST BE LIFTING READER LIKE A FEATHER, HUH?”
@wnbastans:“THE WAY SHE HOLDS HER???? THIS AINT EVEN FAIR”
@paigebucketsss: “YEAH OKAY, THEY’RE IN LOVE. WE GET IT.”
I grinned, leaning into Paige. “See? Was that so bad?”
She hummed, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Not if I get to do it with you.”
KK gagged in the background. “Alright, that’s enough of that. Y’all got the people going insane.”
Jana, still struggling with the furniture, snorted. “At least someone’s getting something done today. Paige please come finish helping me.”
Paige just smirked, wrapping her arms around my waist. “So, what I’m hearing is… I should post at least one?”
You laughed, shaking your head. “Paige, just post your damn drafts already, and go help Jan.”
She sighed, pretending to think. “Ehh… maybe I’ll just keep making y’all wait, and fine give me the drill,”
The chat lost it again.
And I just shook my head, knowing damn well she was never gonna let this joke die, or post them damn tiktoks.
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Always on My Mind
WC: 2.2k
Warnings: Homophobia and family issues
Notes: Anyways guys lemme start by saying that I'm sorry for reposting this all the time. I hated how short the other chapter was and I hated I had a chapter 1.5. So here we are.
August 5th
The start of freshman year.
The sun is shining through the window. Jamie and Rowan are sitting on the floor organizing their school supplies for the next year. “Ro, did you really get pink glitter pens for school?” Jamie picked up the pack of pens off of the floor of Rowan's room.
“Hey! Don’t hate, I work better when I am using these!” Rowan laughed as she took the pens from her hands.
Rowan and Jamie have been friends since the 1st grade and have stuck side by side through the adventures of catholic school. Jamie is an outgoing loyal person and always sticks up for Rowan.
Rowan on the other hand is more of a quiet loyal friend. She is definitely not outgoing. But, even though they are so different they have been inseparable.
Jamie came out to Rowan in 7th grade after she realized that she loved this girl from this one show a little too much for it to be friendly. Rowan has always accepted her no matter what. It was always Rowan's parents that were the issue.
See, Jamie's mom moved her and Jamie to Hopkins Catholic School because it was in the area. On the other hand Rowans family chose it because it was catholic.
Rowan has always believed in the whole “God” thing but never understood why the church seems to hate people so much. Her parents hated the woke people the progressive people and most importantly the gays. Naturally Rowan spent more time at Jamie's house where she found that she could be herself and not be judged or yelled at… Or told that God will punish her for her sins.
Start of the first day of Freshman year:
“SUP ROOOOO?!” “Heyy Nika!” Nika has always been super protective over Rowan. Ever since Jamie and Nika started dating in 7th grade they more or less adopted Rowan as their own. “Hey Niks!” “Hey my girl!” Nika wraps her arms around Jamie's shoulders and pulls her into her chest. “MY PARENTS OH HOW I'VE MISSED YOU” Rowan was always the type of person that loved from afar, but when it came to Nika and Jamie she was in it she loved them so much.
Classes had passed as they had expected. Bell by bell. Rowan always sat in the back corner but always paid attention. She either had a class with Nika or Jamie and they always took Rowan under her wing and introduced her to other people. It's not that Rowan couldn't go up to someone and talk to them, it's more that she didn't feel like she needed to.
She was contemptuous with her life, her social life and her family life was another story… After a few hours Nika, Rowan, and Jamie met up for lunch.
“So Niks when are basketball tryouts?” Jamie said, placing her things right next to Rowan. “Afterschool and apparently there is this girl in our class is like a fucking baller. I'm so excited!”
Little did Rowan know this “baller” would forever change her life.
After school:
Rowan and Jamie decided to wait at starbucks for Nika to be done with tryouts. “You know she's going to make the team right, she's insanely good.” Rowan said as she placed her hand on Jamies bouncing leg to hold it still. “I know I just get worried. I'm excited to see all the other girls who get on the team.”
Rowan nodded in agreement.
Their conversation flowed and in walked a very familiar brown haired girl. On the right of her was an unfamiliar blonde. “Nika! How did it go?” Jamie said, jumping into her arms.
“Oh you know I killed it.” She said smirking, leaning in to give Jamie a kiss.
Rowan, like always, watched their interaction. She loved love. She loved watching people experience love. And Jamie and Nika were in love. It only took a few seconds of watching their interaction for her to be quickly pulled out and her eyes to fall among a certain blonde.
“Wassap? I'm Paige! I…ah… see that this is Jamie? And you must be… Rowan?” She asked to look anywhere but the other girl's face. “Yeah! It's nice to meet you. I think the lovebirds are a bit busy. Wanna get something to drink? I'll go with you?”
And just like that they were heading to the Starbucks line. It wasn't awkward but they didn't really talk. It was a comfortable silence.
There was something about Paige that Rowan didn't quite understand. The way she moves with grace. The way her hair was tied back and the way she could offer so so many hair ties to those that need one with the amount on her wrists.
The girls had sat for another hour and talked about the upcoming year. Their classes the way that some girls had changed everything about themselves going into highschool. But the entire time Rowan couldn't keep her eyes off Paige. She was ethereal.
Email from Hopkins Catholic
Official Team Roster
Good Afternoon Girls,
Thank you all for all your hard work and dedication this week. You each have so much skill that it was hard to make cuts this year. However we have come to a conclusion and now have an official roster. It is attached below.
Nika M
Paige B
Zola R
Riley K
Yazmine J
Jackson O
Emma C
Isabella I
Amanda P
Presley B
Thank you girls for coming out and really giving this your all we will start tomorrow practice is at 3:00-5:00
To be on the lookout:
I really want a manager and a team photographer this year so I will be placing something up on the school website about that. So this is TBD.
Thanks
Coach Miller
Text between Paige and Nika:
Paige: Sup teammate
Nika: Bro u r a baller fr we all knew you were getting this position…
Paige: yeah yeah i had some competition;)
Nika: flirt
Paige: BRO GOODNIGHT
Text between Nika Jamie and Rowan
Nika: SOOOOO Rowan wanna tell us why u were making heart eyes at a girl u have known for maybe 2 hours?
Jamie: OH YES I SAW THAT SPEAK NOW RO
Rowan: um idk what yall are on about I was doing no such thing…
Jamie: RO U BETTER STOP WE ALL SAW IT.
Nika: Look I wont torture you so here she made the team obvi maybe u should text herrrr
Nika: Paige B- xxx-xxx-xxxx
Rowan: i won't
Jamie: sureeee
Jamie: at least tell us what she says
Texts between Rowan and Paige
Rowan: Hey! It's Rowan from Starbucks today. I heard you made the team so I just wanted to say congrats!! I know they are happy to have you!
Paige: Hey thanks! I'm excited to start
Rowan: So glad! So how do you like Hopkins?
Paige: I mean I like just moved here so I hadn't been able to see much of it
Rowan: U dont have a bike?
Paige: nah i do jus nobody to go w
Rowan: i could take u on a tour
Paige: I would love that tomorrow night? 6 ish? I'll meet you at your place?
Rowan: yeah that's fine (sends address)
Rowan's home was the last place she ever wanted to be. So when Paige agreed to take the tour around Hopkins she grabbed her wallet and headed out the door to get her bike.
“Isabella!” She heard her mother call from the living room. “What did I tell you about going out without telling me!? Get in here now.”
Rowan felt her skin crawl. Her mother was angry. She always was. Rowan approached her mother with caution. “Isabella, I want us to have a better relationship. You know that. Why don't you love me? I give you so much and all you do is ignore me?”
Sarah, her mother, all said things like this. Why don't you love me? And Why can't we be closer? The thing is, she didn't really love Rowan. She loved Isabella. Isabella the sweet Catholic, not Rowan.
“Mom, I dont wanna talk about love right now. You don't love me, you love Isabella.” Sarah's eyes narrowed. “Where are you going?” “I'm going to hang out with a girl from school.” Rowan said blankly giving little to no detail. “Fine”
With that Rowan was out the door. Rowan grabbed her bike and sat there. Waiting.
“Hey Rowan!” A familiar blonde biked up to her sidewalk. Rowan lifted her head and smiled. “Hi Paige!” Rowan stood up and walked her bike over to where Paige was.
“How have you been?” Paige asked as they started biking. “Oh, I've been fine. Just things with my mom, but that's not your problem.” Rowan said. “I'm sorry. I know we really don't know each other but I'm here if you wanna talk.”
Rowan and Paige kept talking mostly small talk about school and hobbies. “So basketball… I hear that you love it.” Rowan said awkwardly. “Ha! Yeah I guess I really do. I've been playing since I was 2. I am so excited for this year. High school basketball!!” She said beaming with excitement.
Rowan smiled at her. “I'm so excited for you and Nika. You both really deserve this.”
They kept biking and talking as the sun was setting.
“So as much as I wish I could stay talking to you, we have school in the morning and I need to go help Drew, my brother, with his homework.”
Rowan smiled hearing how much she cared about her family. Something that Rowan never had.
Something about the way that Paige made Rowan feel was different.
Paige biked with Rowan back home to make sure she was safe. “Goodnight Rowan, I'll see you tomorrow!”
Rowan locked her bike back up and walked inside.
“Hello Isabella. Please come and join your father and I for dinner.”
Rowan hated family dinners. The topic of conversation… how everyone in their lives were sinners and how we can best lead them to God.
“Rogers ' son Mike, he has fallen into sin. He has taken sexual interest in another man.” Rowan's mother starts. “Maybe we should offer up a prayer?” Sarah nodes in a way that's not asking a question more telling.
They start. “In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Dear Lord, we thank you for bringing back Isabella safely tonight and we thank you for the food on this table. Tonight we offer up our prayers to Mike. Please lead him back to you. Amen”
Rowan never understood why they had to criticize other people's families when they barely could function.
Bing
Rowan looked down
Text from Paige B
Paige: hey i jus wanted to say i had fun tn lets do it again
Read 8:14
Rowan: me too paigey def we will do it again
Read 8:15
Paige: paigey?
Read:8:15
Rowan: oh i'm sorry it was just a nickname by bad
Read 8:16
Paige: no no i like it nobodys ever called me that
Read 8:16
Rowan: hehe good
Paige: hearted the message
“Isabella, what are you smiling at?” Sarah said, looking over her shoulder as she scrubbed the last pot. “Just some girl.” Rowan said, placing her phone face down. “Why do we always have to clean up? Can dad help?” “No. Your father doesn't need to be in the Kitchen that is where us women belong. Here in the kitchen. When you get a husband you will understand.”
Rowan laid down under the covers thinking about one person and one person only. Paige.
THE TRIO (Nika, Jamie, and Rowan)
Nika: dude… did you die? You like ghosted us???
Nika: ik yall hung out you told us yesterday but now its like 9 and i haven't heard from u rip
Jamie: IK plz we are dying over here out baby has a crush
Rowan: stop. I don't have a crush. She's a girl. I like men.
Nika:...
Jamie: Okay Rowan..
Rowan: We hung out and talked and it was really nice. She's super kind and she loves her family so much. I opened up a little to her about my family and she really listened. It was sweet. She is sweet. And we've been texting.
Nika: this is wlw
Jamie: Is Paige gay nika?
Nika: I think i mean look at her but lemme ask
Rowan: DON'T MENTION ME
Nika: damn okay i wasn't but alr
Nika and Paige
Nika: yo are you like gay?
Paige: no i love me a strong man god i love men men men men they are so hot and sexy i love men
Nika: bro
Paige: I love women, it's so clear I'm offended you asked. :(
Nika: lmfao
Paige: Why do you ask?
Nika: just for my information
Paige: ok miss top secret
THE TRIO
Nika: that woman is gay wlw
Jamie: clearly
Nika: she was offended i even asked
Rowan: shit. Then my mom didn't know we hung out.
Jamie: Your mom knows we hang…
Rowan: she thinks you and nika are like bffs…
Nika: HA
Rowan: f u
Paige and Rowan:
Paige: Hey
Rowan: Hi!
Paige: This might sound strange but i miss u
Rowan: awe i miss u too! Why would that be strange?
Paige: nvm
Rowan: oh okay
Paige: goodnight ro
Rowan: Goodnight Paigey
THE TRIO:
Rowan: hey so Paige just said she misses me but like in a way that it might ”sound weird” im confused
Nika: Did you say you missed her?
Rowan: yeah?
Jamie: Oh good luck babe…
Sunny says: I hate the Dallas coach. Literally what is he. Also... I saw someone on reddit post a petition for him to leave. :) please send one shots and tell me what y'all wanna see from this story. Thank you all
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new series officially here!
transferring hearts; a love story from columbia to storrs
pairing; octransferteammate! x uconnpaige!
description; A South Carolina transfer comes to uconn after winning her second championship. Not a lot of people know why but all Andrea knows is that she needed to get away for her cheating ex and her lying “friend”.
random details; Andrea Pierce was ranked #1 on espn for her class and that’s how she got a big following. She’s basically 3 years younger than paige (like 2 years and 10 months) she’s entering her junior season and has won the championship twice with south carolina and got MOP in the 23-24 season. Her ex bf (yes a bi queen represented) and her close friend were hooking up behind her back for weeks. Andrea is very active on social media especially tiktok and youtube (think tara yummy style vlogs and edits being made of her).
OKAY AND FINALLY do yall want long ahh chapters or like normal length ones like the one shots i have up?
first chapter out tn or tmrw idk yet
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Sunny - Paige Bueckers x reader
➳ Stuck in a toxic relationship reader finally realizes what love should feel like when Paige shows her what it means to feel safe, seen, and cared for.
➳ Warnings: (emotional abuse), (gaslighting), (manipulation), (financial control), (toxic relationship), (anxiety), (trauma recovery), (non-graphic threatening behavior)
➳ Word count: 11.804k
➳ Navigation Post - here!
The first meeting was… awkward, to say the least. It was a week after the draft, no one was supposed to be in the training facilities but you. The job of the day was to get B-Roll footage of the place, stuff that can be used and recycled for social media, and show the facilities to the viewers without anybody there. So with a coffee in hand, and headphones on, you made your way through the building - starting in the offices then the medical and treatment rooms before getting to the court.
The first thing Paige saw when she entered was someone mid dance with big headphones on and a phone in a tripod pointing around the big indoor court.
“Hello?”
Nothing. Oh yeah, the headphones.
Slowly, as if she was approaching a wounded animal, Paige made her way over to you, softly tapping your shoulder. But her careful try was useless as you let out a yelp, stumbled over the tripod before it fell over and ripped off the headphones mid fall. But like in a cheesy rom-com you never hit the ground as the pretty blonde in front of you caught you by the elbow, keeping you up.
“Uh… hi?” she tried again.
“You can’t just sneak up on people like that! I think you gave me a heart attack!” your chest moved up and down rapidly, trying to work through the initial shock.
“You’re fine,” she grinned, “didn’t even fall. Thanks to me.” The wink was too much to comprehend as you were still trying to catch your breath. “I thought this place was locked anyways.” She continued.
Finally you got a grip back on life, standing straight and picking up the tripod, “Yeah, but I work here, one of the media girls.” As if to get your point across you motioned to the phone, checking for cracks. “I’m allowed to be here. You on the other hand...” The teasing smile on your face was a stark contrast to the panic Paige saw before.
“Guess we’re both rule-breakers.” You nod in agreement before coming to your senses and rapidly shaking your head, “Nuh uh, I’m allowed to be here!” The blonde laughed,” You know who would say that?”
“Who?”
“Someone that’s not supposed to be here.”
An offended gasp filled the empty court, as you crossed your arms over your chest and eyes narrowed in mock betrayal. “I’ll have you know I’m very professional. I only enter empty gyms in artistic circumstances.”
Paige hummed, a smirk on her face “Mhmm. Artistic. Sure.”
“What, you don’t think my danc-” Your personal phone buzzed in your pocket - loud, urgent. Paige notices the furrow in your brows and how your smile slips for just a second as you glance on the screen.
[6 texts from: Jared]
➤ Where the hell are you ➤ Answer me ➤ You said you’d be back 30 mins ago ➤ I’m not playing with you rn
“Uhm. Sorry I gotta go.” Paige blinked at you, “What, already?”
“Yeah. Got what I needed.” You shoved your phone into your bag, rushing to pack up your tripod without looking at her. “Court’s all yours.”
She tilted her head, long hair swishing gently to one side, “Are you okay?”
“Oh yes, no worries!” The smile on your face seemed… off. “I’m just on a very tight schedule of mild chaos.”
You started backing away, already halfway to the tunnel exit. “Oh, and Paige?” She perked up, still watching you carefully. “Yeah?”
You gave a weak little grin. “Next time, bring coffee. Scaring people earns you caffeine tax.”
Then you turned and walked off, your steps a little faster than before. Paige stood frozen, her gaze trailing you until you disappeared around the corner.
She frowned.
Something didn’t add up.
And for the first time since she got to Dallas, Paige Bueckers wasn’t thinking about basketball.
–
Meeting Paige for the second time was a lot more like you had originally planned it. First day of training camp. The entire facility was buzzing like a hive, excited, nervous - especially the rookies. They already had a press conference the day before, as well as a photoshoot, so now the fun could begin. This was also your first day with the full, new team, the last few functions had been covered by your colleagues.
Sneakers squeaked and whistles echoed through the big indoor court as coaches yelled instructions and teammates tried to communicate with each other over the music.
It was day 1 and you were already sweating, obviously not from playing basketball but from running around the gym trying to get shots of everyone. It was way too warm to wear a hoodie, but you couldn’t change that now.
“Sunshine!” Maddy Siegrist called out to you across the court, she was entering her third season. “You get a shot of me doing that sick reverse layup or do I have to redo it?”
The smile on her face was cheeky enough to get a laugh out of you. “Got it in burst mode, Maddy,” you said, adjusting the camera around your neck, the strap getting uncomfortable after a time, “I even got your ugly concentration face if you wanna see it again?”
“Rude,” Maddy said, grinning. “See if I let you get my good side again.”
“You have a good side?” DiJonai chimed in, drawing a laugh from the group.
Paige couldn’t stop staring, not in a creepy or weird way, she was just... Observing. She saw how you zipped around the court like you belonged there, bantering with her new teammates as they called out ‘sunshine’ to get your attention on them, hoping you’d get a good shot of them attempting something.
You were cracking jokes and all smiles, you were - on. But she couldn’t stop thinking about the way you bolted out of the gym just a couple of days ago, the way your entire demeanor had drastically changed at one look at your phone.
“Alright, grab some water, catch your breath for a second!” Chris, the head coach yelled out. Naturally the blonde drifted over to where you stood on the sidelines, two water bottles in her hands.
Let me guess,” she said casually. “You’re gonna post the worst picture of me, huh?” You didn’t jump this time—but your eyes flicked up in surprise, not expecting anyone to come up to you as you reviewed shots on your camera.
“Well, you did come into the league with a reputation. Gotta keep expectations realistic,” you teased, your camera already swinging up toward her, getting a horrendous angle on her as you crouched down to put a lens away.
“I literally just got here,” Paige said flatly, not impressed at all at the flash that went off.
You grinned. “Exactly.”
She smirked. But then your phone buzzed — three short, sharp vibrations in your pocket. You didn’t even look at it this time. Just silenced it with a practiced thumb swipe and tucked it back into your bag like it didn’t matter.
But your shoulders had gone tense. And Paige caught it. Of course she did. "You alright?" she asked quietly, not joking anymore.
You looked at her a beat too long, then blinked and smiled. That same, slightly-too-sunny smile.
“Yup. Golden.” You gestured vaguely toward the team. “Now hydrate, Rookie. You’ve got a whole training camp to impress me.”
“Me impress you?” Paige’s eyebrows shot up as she opened one bottle and handed it to you before opening her own and taking a big gulp.
“Exactly.” You winked and took a sip. “I’ve got the camera. That means I control the legacy.”
With the back of her hand Paige wiped her mouth while chuckling. “So I gotta earn your approval and try not to look stupid on the internet?”
Your head tilted as you shrugged. “Basically, yeah. High-stakes game. Emphasis on not looking stupid online.”
She gave you a glance as she nudged your water bottle, telling you to take another sip before closing her own. “And what do you get out of this?”
Your mouth opened for another sarcastic answer but you got interrupted by new buzzes of your phone. These seemed louder, more intense, more persistent.
“I get to make magic,” you shrugged before lifting the camera again and pointing it at her face. “Now go stand near the hoop and look natural.”
Paige didn’t move right away. She just watched you. Watched how quickly you slipped the mask back on. Then, finally, she turned and jogged off toward the baseline, calling over her shoulder, “Don’t make me look short.”
You laughed, the sound carrying across the court. “Better grow an inch then, Bueckers!”
Before Paige could fire something back, a voice called her name from the free throw line - “P! We need a fifth!”
She lingered just long enough to catch the way your smile dropped before jogging back onto the court.
–
Game days have always been hectic, stressful and chaotic. But not the bad kind of chaos but the kind that makes your blood rush with adrenaline and the smile stay on your face for so long that it hurts. The exciting kind of chaos, where you felt your heart in your throat - you lived for days like this, camera in one hand, press badge around your neck, running on caffeine and nerves.
The first game of the season was against the Las Vegas Aces at Joyce Center Notre Dame, Indiana. The Pavillion was already buzzing with fans and students as you slipped past security and into the tunnel. Today's fit was all black, trying to be as much in the background as possible. Comfortable, invisible. You liked it that way - a photographer's uniform.
Players were warming up on the court. Media circled like sharks. Lights were blinding. Music thundered. It was all familiar.
And still—your hands were a little shaky.
“Sunshine!” NaLyssa jogged over, her warm-up jacket half on half off. “Tell me you’re getting my walkout? I want tunnel footage that looks like I’m about to drop 30.”
You grinned. “Only if you do drop 30. I have integrity, Smith.” She threw a quick ‘I gotchu’ in your direction before running off again. In her stead, Paige emerged from the locker room in full uniform, earbuds in, head low. The rookie buzz was thick around her. She was trying to look calm. She wasn’t and you knew it.
Your eyes met. And for a second, neither of you moved. She gave you a tiny nod. Not a smile. Just... acknowledgment.
You lifted your camera. Snapped one quiet photo. Caught her mid-stride, jaw set, spotlight just catching her cheekbone. It would be a great shot. Her shots always were.
Then it happened again, your phone buzzed. No subtle ping just sharp, angry vibrations again. You checked the screen, instinctively.
[3 texts from: Jared] ➤ Where are you. ➤ I saw your story. ➤ You think I’m fucking stupid?
Your fingers clenched so tight around the phone you nearly cracked it. The heat drained from your face. You backed up into the tunnel. Just for a second. Just to breathe.
“Hey.”
Paige’s voice cut through the noisy atmosphere, shutting it all out. She must have put down her bottle, headphones and towel on the bench before following you the few steps into the darker tunnel. Her brows were furrowed, and she looked like she wanted to say something. Same look she wore at camp. Like she knew something.
“You good?” she asked. You nodded too quickly letting out the fakest laugh she had heard from you as of yet. “Yeah. Just... bright lights. Low blood sugar,” you waved it off, “You know, media girl problems.”
She didn’t laugh. She just watched you. And then, like she couldn’t help it, she leaned closer, keeping her voice low.
“Is someone messing with you?”
The question felt like a slap — not because of the words, but because it was the first time someone asked it out loud.
You blinked. Then smiled — brittle and brilliant. “Nope. Just showtime jitters.” You raised your camera again, angling the lens so she couldn’t see your face. “Now go be a star, Bueckers.”
You didn’t see her eyes stay on you. Didn’t see the way she lingered. Didn’t hear her whisper to herself as she walked back toward the court: “Liar.”
–
The hotel room was quiet, almost too quiet after the loud crowd at the game. Due to an odd number of staff you had gotten your own room while most others were paired up. It was quiet like before a storm. Your gear bag was still packed next to the door, you hadn’t even taken your shoes off or changed out of your outfit.
The game ended with a loss for the Dallas Wings but that wasn’t too bad, it was only the first of the season with an entirely different team. For you it had been a good game, the footage was clean and you can feel the energy in them.
And yet here you were, sitting on the edge of the hotel bed like a glitch in the system.
The only light came from your laptop, halfway open and flickering with edits of the night’s media dump. You were supposed to be uploading clips. Sending previews. Drafting captions.
Instead, you were staring at a single photo - Paige mid-drive, focused, powerful. You had caught her in perfect motion, backlit by the bright lights.
Your phone buzzed again.
[5 texts from: Jared] ➤ You think I don’t know where that hotel is? ➤ I’m not an idiot. ➤ Answer me. ➤ I said ANSWER ME. ➤ You think this little game makes you better than me?
You watched the messages roll in, but didn’t answer. You sat your phone down on the nightstand, the screen down, but it kept buzzing. You could feel the angry vibrations through the cheap wood like a second heartbeat.
Instead of checking it you stared straight ahead in the dark room, jaw locked and chest feeling way too tight. You kept swallowing. But it didn’t work.
Then—like some dam had quietly cracked - you reached up and wiped your eye. Just once. Then again. And suddenly, tears spilled fast, like they had been waiting their turn all day or even longer.
You didn’t sob. You didn’t scream. That would require energy you didn’t have. You just leaked, silently, as your shoulders folded in and your shaking hands pressed to your face.
The kind of crying that didn’t look dramatic. Just tired. Just… done. The ugly kind. Your laptop screen timed out. Darkness flooded the room. Still, the phone kept buzzing.
Eventually, you turned it off. Not silenced. Not ignored.
Off.
You slipped on your team issued hoodie, grabbed your room-key and left the dark room.
The stairwell was stuffy and dim, lit by one flickering bulb, but you kept climbing.
One flight. Then two. Then the heavy metal door to the roof gave way with an eerie creak, making your bones shudder.
Cool air hit your face, sharp and quiet.
Up here, the world felt a little farther away. Just lights in the distance, the hum of AC units, and a faint breeze that tugged at your sleeves. You needed a moment before pulling your phone out and dialing while leaning on the metal railing.
The line rang once—then connected.
“Finally,” Jared’s voice snapped through like a blade. “You screen me all night just to call me now?”
You didn’t say anything. Not right away. You stared out into the blur of headlights and halos. And all of a sudden the air wasn’t refreshing anymore. It was just cold, metallic and heavy.
“Well? You gonna speak or just breathe heavy?”
“…Hi, sorry I was working,” you murmured. Your voice was so soft it barely reached your own ears.
“Working. Sure. Where the fuck is my money?” You winced and curled up in your hoodie, pulling the hood over your head trying to shield your face from the cold wind. Tears stinging in your eyes.
“It was supposed to be yesterday. You promised me yesterday.”
“I know,” you said quickly, automatically. “I tried to move it early, but-”
“I don’t want your excuses. You think I’m just sitting here waiting around while you play dress-up with basketball Barbies and your little media job and feel all important?”
You didn’t even hear the door creak behind you, as it opened further than you had left it open. You just lowered your voice even more, barely above a whisper. “Please don’t do this right now.”
Jared didn’t even hear it. Or maybe he did and didn’t care. “You made a commitment. You’re not just gonna flake because you got a new backdrop for your sad little life. You owe me.”
“I know,” you whispered. “I know.”
A pause.
“I’ll get it to you. I just… I need a little more time.”
He laughed - that hard, bitter kind of laugh that made your blood feel cold.
“You’re always saying that. You always ‘just need time.’ I should’ve known better than to count on you. You always act like you’re doing me a favor - you should be grateful I haven’t shown up and taken it myself.”
Something behind you shifted. A soft scuff of sneakers. But still, you didn’t turn, didn’t hear it or just didn’t care.
“I’ll fix it,” you said. Quiet. Small. Mechanical.
There was silence on the line for a beat. Then Jared spat, “Yeah. You better,” and the call went dead.
You stayed frozen. Just stood there, phone still in hand, like it might ring again.
From the shadows near the exit, Paige had stopped mid-step. She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop - she was just looking for air, same as you. But now she stood still, watching your hunched figure against the skyline.
She didn’t interrupt. She just looked. Saw. She saw the real you.
And after a long moment, she turned and slipped quietly back down the stairs.
–
The restaurant looked warm and inviting - bright but not in the blinding way. Bright in a golden way, that made everyone look a little softer than the harsh lights on the court. The team had taken over the back of the place, pushed 2 long tables together to fit everyone semi-comfortable. After all, basketball players do need a bit more space than ‘normal sized’ humans.
You were late, not fashionably late, but a hurried late.
It was NaLyssa that had texted you earlier “You’re coming, no excuses. We’re family now.”
It took longer to get there than you had expected or wanted. Without a car you depended on Jared in that department. But he was already irritated that you were going out, so why would he drive you? He only accepted after you offered to pay for his gas at the nearest station. So after getting gas he had dropped you off two blocks away. After watching his car (which was really yours but that’s a different story) drive off, you walked the last bit fast, heart pounding the whole time like it might outrun your nerves.
Slipping through the door of the restaurant you felt a bit out of place in some jeans and a hoodie, so you tried to blend in with the shadows.
“Heyy, she made it!” Maddy shouted, lifting her glass. A small round of cheers rose up.
Bye bye shadows.
DiJonai waved you over, patting the empty seat beside her. The one opposite Paige.
You smiled tightly and offered a quick, “Sorry, sorry. Hope I didn’t miss dessert.”
“Please,” DiJonai said, sliding a menu in front of you. “You missed the world’s slowest appetizer order. Sit. Eat.” You sat. Your hoodie still smelled faintly like the car. You didn’t take it off.
The waiter came over, and when he asked what you wanted, you barely looked at the menu. “Just the… house salad, no dressing. Thanks.” There was a beat - just long enough for someone to notice. “You sure?” NaLyssa asked gently. “They’ve got good pasta here. You love pasta.”
“I’ll steal bites from all of you,” you deflected with a small smile. “Professional moocher.”
They laughed. The tension moved on. But Paige didn’t.
Her sharp eyes stayed on you as you made good on your promise, eating a fork full of someone's Carbonara and stealing a piece of garlic bread. Laughing at DiJonai’s commentary on wine snobs. Listening as Maddy tried to impersonate the head coach and nearly choked on her soda, sending the whole table into a fit of laughter.
A laugh so good it made your stomach hurt and eyes well up with tears as you tried to get some air.
At some point, Paige leaned forward to pass you a piece of steak from her plate without saying anything. Just set it on your bread plate and kept talking to JJ beside her. Some roasted potatoes followed soon after.
You didn’t look up. Just ate it. Quietly. Gratefully.
When the others started to order dessert you had excused yourself to the bathroom, quickly freshen yourself up and opened your hoodie for once, all the laughing and good food had warmed you right up.
The others were just finishing up their main course when you got back to eat your salad. “You’ve seriously been here for thirty minutes and haven’t checked your phone once,” Paige said across the table, a teasing edge to her voice. “You’re not even pretending to look bored. Didn’t even take it with you to the bathroom.”
Your brows shot up as you lifted your fork with some arugula on it pointing it accusingly at the blonde across from you. “What, are you timing me? It’s getting a little creepy, Bueckers.”
She shrugged, a smirk playing at her lips. “I notice things.”
That made your smile twitch into something crooked. You swallowed. “Maybe I’m just trying not to look like the chronically online media gremlin.” Maddy leaned in from two seats down. “Too late. You were posting game reels before tipoff.”
“Exactly. I earn my gremlin status.” You tapped the edge of your water glass. “But this? This is sacred. Food is sacred.”
Paige’s brow rose as she pointed at your sad little side salad. “That’s what counts as sacred now?” You gave her a flat look. “I’m taste-testing my way across the team’s orders. It's a curated sampler.”
“She’s scamming us,” DiJonai said, shaking her head. “I lost half my truffle fries five minutes ago.”
“Don’t let her near the steak,” Arike warned. “She does this thing where she’s like, ‘Oh, just a bite’, and then it’s gone.” You threw your hands up, mock-offended. “I’m being framed. You’re all just bad at food security. God forbid a girl just has a big palette.”
That earned another round of laughs from the table, loud and joyful - the kind of sound that made you forget to flinch.
Across the table, Paige was still looking at you. Chin resting on one hand, her strikingly blue eyes sharp and unreadable - until she smiled, softer this time. “Still,” she said. “No phone. Proud of you.” You tilted your head at her. “Why’s that worth a merit badge?”
She shrugged, but didn’t look away. “Just nice to see someone here. Not halfway gone.” You shifted slightly in your seat, trying to keep it light. “So what’s your excuse? You haven’t checked yours either.”
Paige tapped the screen of her phone on the table - dark. “I don’t have anyone blowing it up.” Her tone was too casual, like it didn’t matter. “Guess I’m not that interesting.”
“Or you have bad reception,” Maddy offered, ever helpful.
Everyone laughed again, and Paige finally looked down, brushing her fingers over her phone. Then she flicked her gaze back up to you.
“Okay - picture time before anyone leaves.” Quickly you got up, digital camera in hand before DiJonai pulled you back down again. “Sunshine, you’re in this one.”
Groans echoed from around the table as everyone shuffled closer together, pulling faces, leaning in. DiJonai tugged you into the shot and Paige leaned just close enough to bump shoulders over the table.
You managed to smile for the photo - a real one. And when you finally glanced at your phone after dinner?
No new messages.
–
The streets were quieter now, dark and cold. The happy buzz of the restaurant laid behind you. You’d waved everyone off with a smile, a joke, a “see you tomorrow,” and started toward the nearest bus stop like it was just routine.
But it wasn’t routine, at least not for someone having a death grip in a camera bag and a press badge stuffed deep in your handbag. You missed your car in moments like these, but you’re getting used to it.
You’d barely made it to the corner when a car pulled up alongside the curb. The window rolled down.
“Get in.”
You turned - a little too fast - only to see Paige in the driver’s seat of a black rental. One hand on the wheel, the other resting lazily on the door.
You blinked. “I’m good. I like public transport. Very... civic. You wouldn’t understand, superstar.” She gave you a flat look. “It’s 11:30. The next bus is in 20 minutes and you have your holy camera with you.”
You shifted your bag higher and just looked at her.
“Get in the car, Sunny,” she said, a touch of amusement threading through the firmness, you could see it in her eyes.
You hesitated, not because you didn’t want to, but because it was too easy. Too kind. Too close. Still, your legs betrayed you, already moving before you gave yourself permission. You slid into the passenger seat and closed the door.
You swallowed, “Well, uhm, thank you for saving me from my death march,” your voice was too dry to be funny.
“Someone’s gotta keep your freeloading ass alive,” she quipped while glancing at you but quickly going back to concentrating on the road.
You smiled, lips twitching. “You’re getting funnier. Is that part of the rookie training?”
“Only the advanced course.”
She parked when you gave directions, easing into the curb in front of your building. It looked a little smaller than usual under the yellow streetlight. You hated that. It looked… weird. With the passenger door open and one foot already on the pavement you thanked the blonde, ready to head in.
“I’ll walk you up!” Her seatbelt was already unbuckled and her hand on the door handle. “Oh no, you won’t,” you caught yourself and went a bit softer, your eyes not as wide anymore, “it’s okay, really. I got it.”
Paige turned to you, one eyebrow pulled up “Why wouldn’t I walk you up?”
You exhaled, trying to convince yourself of your reasoning. “Because it’s a six-flight walk-up with a buzzer that doesn’t work and a neighbor who thinks I’m growing weed because I own succulents. Trust me, it’s not a vibe.”
She didn’t laugh this time. Just looked. A beat passed.
“You sure?”
You nodded. “Thanks for the ride.”
Paige leaned back slightly. “You always like this when someone’s nice to you?”
You glanced over. “I’m fine with nice.”
“Are you?” You paused, hand still on the door. Another silence. Then, finally, she said, “Text me when you’re inside.”
That stopped you. “I don’t have your number.”
“It’s in your DMs.” You turned to look at her. She gave you a small, unreadable smile. “Good night, Sunshine.”
But before you could finally leave you starting digging in the pockets of your hoodie and came up with a small wad of bills, hastily smoothed out in your palm, desperately trying to ignore the blonde's confused face.
“Here,” you mumbled, trying to press it into her hand. “Gas money.” Paige blinked, looking at the crumpled twenties like you’d handed her a live bird. “What?” she said, equal parts amused and confused.
“For the drive,” you insisted, pushing it toward her. “It’s a rental. And gas is, like, criminal now.” She leaned back in her seat, both hands up. “You’re not paying me to drive you home. I’m not an Uber.”
“Still,” you said, your voice a little too sharp, “just take it.” She shook her head, a soft, incredulous laugh escaping her. “You really hate owing people, huh?”
You didn’t answer.
She didn’t push. Just gently closed her hand around yours and pushed it back toward your lap.
“You can pay me back by not acting like I'm doing you a favor.”
You hesitated. Then, reluctantly, stuffed the money back into your hoodie. Sort of.
And once you were out of the car and inside the building, she waited until you had unlocked the very front door and entered the building, then drove off.
The building door barely hit the lock before you pulled out your phone. She hadn’t been lying. The message was already there.
[3 texts from: @paigebueckers] ➤ Just in case the bus ghosts you again (xxx) xxx-xxxx. ➤ Or you need someone who doesn’t talk loud on rooftops. ➤ 🕶️☀️
You stared at it for a moment. Then hit “Save Contact.”
Back at her place Paige went to grab her water bottle and get out of the car when she saw it - the money.
Still crumpled, still soft from your hand. Shoved into her center console cup holder. She stared at it for a long second, then sighed. “Jesus,” she murmured to herself.
She didn’t move it right away. Didn’t throw it out.
Just… left it there.
Like it meant something.
—
The gym was emptying out fast, and it wasn’t long before the only thing you could hear only the hum of the lights and the bounce of a stray ball. You’d already packed all your gear together and carried it over your shoulder. Jelly, was the best way to describe the way your body felt.
You hadn’t even planned on joining the girls in the locker room, just ducked your head in to ask Maddy what shot she wanted sent to her phone - but next thing you know you got dragged in, the camera bag nearly slipping from your shoulder.
“Come on, Sunshine,” she said with that mischievous grin, “you’re basically one of us now.”
You gave a weak protest, laughing quietly. “Pretty sure staff isn't supposed to be in here.”
“Guess you’ll have to report yourself, then.”
That’s how it started. A two-minute question turned into sitting on an overturned crate near someone’s cubby, camera bag still on, hoodie sleeves pushed up, eyes heavy. No one bat an eye at you being in there, letting you relax a tad, until your stomach grumbled - loud enough for Maddy to raise an eyebrow.
“Damn. Did you eat today?”
You hesitated. Big mistake.
“Hey!” Maddy called out to the room, turning in her seat. “She didn’t eat today.”
“What?! Are you serious?” That was Nai, halfway through braiding her hair. “Girl, it’s like 4PM.”
“I had a bar earlier- ”
“Was it a real bar or one of those pressed sadness bricks you always pull outta your bag?” The team mobilized like a tactical unit, or at least something close to it. In seconds, there were protein bars, drink bottles, and packets of fruit snacks being thrown your way like offerings to a minor deity. You blinked at the pile forming in your lap and the mess around you.
“You guys don’t have to- ”
“You work for us,” DiJonai said, tossing you a chocolate peanut butter bar. “You’re part of the machine now. The machine stays fed.”
You gave a grateful smile. Small, but real as you didn’t fight it further, just too damn tired. Cheeks warm with quiet gratitude as you tore open the first wrapper.
Across the room from you in her cubby was Paige, towel thrown around her neck as she took off her knee pads, she looked busy but her eyes never escaped you. You looked so small.
You didn’t see her clock, how your hands shook slightly when you tried to open a bottle. You didn’t notice her chewing her lip when you blinked a little too long between bites.
But she noticed.
Eventually, she walked over, lightly brushing a loose bottle cap off the bench beside you. She nudged an open water bottle your way. “That one’s mine. Cold.”
You took it with a grateful nod and looked up at her, “I’m good, I swear.”
She raised a brow. “You look like you’re about to fold like a lawn chair. Drink it.”
You did.
“So,” Arike drawled. “Your boyfriend let you starve all day, huh?”
The room went still. A beat too long.
Your face snapped up, but your mouth stayed shut. You let out a breathy chuckle, like it was funny. “He’s not- It’s fine. He’s just… busy.” You didn’t make eye contact with anyone.
The older players shared a look. Maddy opened her mouth to shift the mood, but Paige cut in first, casually. “Her boyfriend doesn’t work for a W team. We win. We feed people.”
The others whooped. Just enough distraction to deflect the heat, letting the girls hype each other up one last time for the day. You smiled, forced but functional. You took a bite of the bar Paige gave you. It tasted like cardboard and warmth.
She sat beside you on the edge of the bench, just close enough that your elbows brushed.
She didn’t tease you, just handed you another wrapper, already peeled slightly open.
—
A week later the weight room was buzzing a day before the next game - clanks of plates, low grunts, and the dull thud of medicine balls against the far wall. Lights buzzed overhead, bright but not clinical. Music thumped from a corner speaker, rhythmic and bass-heavy, but muffled by the girls chatting.
You were framing a shot, trying something different seeing as the weight room gave you different possibilities than the practice court, crouching to capture JJ’s silhouette as she lifted. None of you heard the door creak open, no one paid him any mind as he made his way through the room.
“Hey Babe.”
Jared. He was too close, you could feel his breath in your ear, uncomfortably warm as it sent shivers down your spine.
When did he get here?
Once you could finally move you were able to turn around and face him. Jared stood just behind you, hands tucked into his hoodie pockets like he belonged there, like this was a casual drop-in. He even smiled, that crooked, boyish grin that used to make your knees weak and now just made your stomach turn.
The room had gone quiet. Not silent, the music was still going but the girls stopped chatting and subtly tried watching the interaction out of the corner of their eyes. Except Paige, who was full on staring at the train wreck directly in front of her.
“Jared! Uh, hi! What are you doing here?” Your voice was tight, but quiet.
He looked around the room, ignoring the curious looks he got, “This is where you’ve been hiding all day?” He nodded towards your camera equipment in the corner, “Saw your little video earlier. On their Insta? Real artsy, baby.” What was supposed to be a petty compliment just sounded sarcastic instead.
“I, uh, thanks. But, uhm, you can’t just walk into the team areas like this.” You had pulled him in closer by his arm, so close that your bodies nearly touched as you quietly tried to suggest that he should get lost.
“I tried calling.” He shrugged, stepping closer before he continued, voice sweet again, soft. “Look, I get it. You’re busy. I just...” He scratched the back of his neck. “I don’t want to make a scene. I just... kinda needed to talk for a sec.”
Your throat tightened as Paige watched you like a hawk.
“Can’t it wait? I’m working?” Your voices had gotten really quiet now, neither Jared or you noticed how one of the girls had stopped the music, now silencing the room to listen in as they pretended to workout, most of the other staff had already left.
“I wouldn’t be here if it could.” His voice had turned quiet. Sharp. “I, uh… I just left my doctor’s office. They wouldn’t run the test without the co-pay.”
Your stomach dropped. “What test?”
He shrugged like it didn’t matter. “It’s probably nothing. Just chest stuff again. Tightness. They said I should’ve come in sooner, but you know how it is…”
Your face went cold.
“I didn’t want to freak you out,” he added quickly. “I almost didn’t say anything at all. But now I’m sitting outside Walgreens trying to figure out how to cover the lab work, and I thought... if you could spot me, just one more time…”
You nodded, and when your hands didn’t move fast enough, he reached for your purse like he always did. “I’ll pay you back Friday,” he said, a little softer as he took out all the bills that were left. “You know I always do.”
You didn’t notice Paige until she was a few steps closer, towel slung over one shoulder, a water bottle in her hands. “Everything good?” she asked casually, but her eyes flicked between the two of you.
“All good,” you said too fast, taking your purse back from his hands. “He was just, just on his way out.” Jared offered a smile. “Didn’t mean to interrupt. Sorry about that.”
He lingered a second longer than he needed to, brushing a hand over your shoulder. “You’re still the best, you know that?”
Then he turned and left. You didn’t even breathe until the door clicked behind him and he was finally, really gone from the space you had once felt safe in.
Paige was still watching you. “Lab work?”
You looked down at your camera, fiddling with the lens cap. “He’s been feeling off for a while now. Chest problems are scary, he’s been to a lot of Doctors for it.”
“And they don’t take insurance?” You swallowed, your eyes desperately trying to avoid making eye contact with the blonde. “He said they wouldn’t run it without him paying up front.”
A long silence passed.
Then Paige said, without looking at you, “You always pay when he says it’s urgent?” You didn’t answer. Not really.
Just said, “It’s easier.”
—
The place wasn’t even on google maps, one of those bars that looked like it might have once been a gas station or a tire shop. Squat brick, single red neon sign humming a half-lit “OPEN,” and windows so fogged over they might as well be painted black. Inside, the floor was sticky and the music was classic rock on shuffle.
It was perfect.
Maddy pushed the door open with her hip, DiJonai following close behind. “I swear to God,” she muttered, “if I get tetanus from the pool table, I’m blaming you.”
“You can’t get tetanus from felt,” Arike deadpanned.
“That sounds like a challenge," Maddy said.
Paige was the last to walk in of the small group that had decided to grab some cheap drinks and greasy food after a gruelling late film session. She hadn’t even looked up until Maddy elbowed her in the ribs and nodded toward the bar.
And there you were.
Behind the counter. In a low cut black T-shirt and jeans, hair pulled into a messy ponytail. Your forehead was a little sweaty from the heat, or the pace, or both. You moved like someone who had done this a thousand times - pouring, swiping, dodging elbows and flirting with drunks just enough to earn better tips.
That top certainly helped for the tips as well.
For a while none of the girls said anything. Just stood there in stunned silence as they watched you shake off an uncomfortable customer.
“Wait,” DiJonai blinked. “Is that sunshine? Like, our sunshine?”
“Yup,” Paige said quietly as her eyes locked with yours. You didn’t freeze, didn’t drop anything, didn’t run, but the smile you gave was practiced. Not fake, exactly. Just... careful.
“Hey,” you said over the bar as they approached. “Didn’t know you guys knew this place!” Your voice was loud over the loud music.
“We’re versatile,” Lyss grinned. “Athletes by day, dive bar connoisseurs by night.”
You laughed, and it was real enough. “What can I get my favourite girls?” They placed their orders, teased you a little, tipped heavy despite your protests.
You stayed in motion, but Paige watched you closely. The way you rubbed your eyes between orders. The slight limp in your left leg. The silence between your words when you thought no one noticed. At one point, you ducked under the bar to grab a case of beer and came up too fast, smacking your shoulder on the counter. You didn’t even wince. Just kept moving.
The team stayed for maybe an hour. They didn’t push. Didn’t ask why you were working a second job, or why you never mentioned it, or why you looked like you hadn’t slept in days. They just let it be.
But Paige didn’t leave. Of course she didn’t.
The other girls had eventually paid (and tipped even more, ignoring your refusal) and left, laughing about their sore stomachs and how they would regret the bad pizza tomorrow. Paige stayed, told them she’d uber home in a bit and no one questioned it - because they all knew.
DiJonai patted her arm with a smirk whispering a “Get our girl home in one piece, will you?” in the rookie's ear before filling out.
At first you didn’t notice her lingering gaze, too focused on the new barback who stocked the cooler wrong, and a regular who tried to play Journey for the 3rd time on the jukebox. But when you glanced up from drying a pint glass, she was still there, alone at the end of the bar, half-finished drink in hand, eyes on you like she’d never really stopped watching.
The crowd started thinning out now, just a few stragglers playing darts and a couple on their third round of something brown and bitter while staring into each others souls. It was the kind of hour where everything slowed down, the volume dropped just enough to hear your own thoughts. Which was worse most days.
You walked over and leaned on the bar. “Still here, huh?”
She raised a brow, her eyes challenging you. “You’re surprised?” All you did was shrug. “Most people don’t find this place worth staying.” Paige tilted her head with that annoying, cocky smirk. “I’m not most people.”
You huffed a tired laugh. “So I’ve heard.”
It was quiet between the two of you for a second as she watched you fiddle with your hair, annoyed by the loose strands. “Your eyes were too sharp for someone that tired. This wasn’t new.”
Then, quietly she asked, “How often are you here?”
You leaned back, wiped your hands on a rag that had long lost its purpose, way too stained to really be any use. “Depends. Weekends are the worst. But I fill in when someone flakes.”
“And after media days? Practices?”
You gave her a smile, soft and vaguely apologetic. “Turns out passion projects don’t cover rent.” Paige didn’t laugh at your weak attempt at a joke. She just looked down at her drink, then back up at you.
“You could’ve said something.”
Before you could answer, your manager called from the back office, saving you (because really, what were you supposed to say?). “Closing time! You’re good to clock out.”
You gave Paige a quiet look and gestured toward the front door. “Wait by the door? It’s quieter there. I’ll walk with you.”
-
Ten minutes later you came out with a hoodie pulled on. Paige’s hoodie. Backpack on one shoulder, your camera bag slung over the other. The rookie had to grin, you really didn’t go anywhere without that bag, huh?
Paige stood near the dumpster, hands in her pockets. When you reached her, she noticed the envelope in your hand: plain white, thick.
You didn’t try to hide it.
Instead, you peeled it open, quickly counting bills with practised ease. You shoved a few twenties into your worn wallet, then glanced around before lifting the false bottom of your camera bag and slipping the rest inside.
When you looked up again, Paige wasn’t staring. She was just... waiting.
Patient. Steady. Like she always was.
“It’s not what it looks like,” you said, even though you both knew it was. She let you grasp at your excuses before she gave a small nod. “Is it enough?”
That caught you off guard.“What?”
“The cash. The extra hours. All of it. Is it enough?”
You paused, still stunned by the question. “It has to be. I’m getting there.”
She let the silence settle between you, “You always take care of everyone else.”
You tried to make it a joke. “Bad habit.”
“Yeah,” Paige said softly. “But who takes care of you?”
You didn’t hesitate to say “I do” but your voice was shaky. Sometimes yourself just wasn’t enough. But that’s all you had.
You just looked at her, like really looked at the blonde, and for the first time in a while, you felt the weight of someone holding your gaze, not demanding anything from you, not draining you.
Just... being there and seeing you.
“Come on. I’m getting us an uber.” There was no room to protest, so you accepted with a small smile and thankful nod.
—
The Laundry room was brightly lit by those annoying buzzing tube lights that keep flickering like in a bad horror movie. A window was cracked near the ceiling and let in stale air and the sound of distant traffic, but not much else.
Your back already started hurting after the first load of laundry, now at the third it was even worse. Why is this damn table so low?? Your hoodie sleeves were pushed to your elbows, fingers numb and stiff from folding the third load of team jerseys on that way too low table. Your camera bag sat nearby on a stool, always close. Your phone buzzed again.
You didn’t check it.
Well not on purpose but you still saw the messages pop up.
[3 texts from: Jared] ➤ Just remember who helped you get in. ➤ You’d be nowhere without me. ➤ You’re welcome, by the way.
The screen dimmed. You exhaled slowly through your nose and turned back to the pile of laundry. Towels. Practice shirts. Warmups. More to do. Always more, just like at home the laundry was never ending.
“Jesus, Sunshine.” You hadn’t heard her come in, so to no one's surprise you flinched so hard that the stack of freshly folded towels was knocked over again.
Once your head snapped up you could see the blonde leaning in the doorway, still in sweats and damp hair from a post-practice shower. A protein shake in one hand, towel slung over her shoulder. Her expression shifted the moment she saw you: confusion, then concern.
“It’s so late already, what are you still doing here?”
You tried for a joke. It barely made it to your lips. “Look who’s talking. You’re still here too.”
She didn’t laugh. Or react at all, except for a raised brow that you knew meant she wasn’t in the mood, so you gave your real reason up. “Couldn’t sleep.”
That made Paige smirk, much to your enjoyment. “So you decided to cosplay as laundry staff?”
You laughed softly. “Someone’s gotta do it. Lord knows how many towels you guys go through in a single practice day.”
She looked around at the mess of fabric and unfolded towels. Then back to you as she stepped into the room.
“Sit somewhere real.”
“What is that even..? I’m sitting-” With an eye roll she ignored your protest before she pulled you up, “Not on a crate like a goblin. Come on,” and unzipped her jacket, shook it out, and spread it carefully across the folding table like a blanket, then patted it once.
“Sit here.”
“You’re joking.”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
No. No she didn’t.
Realizing you wouldn’t move on your own she dragged you down to her chosen place by your shoulders. The second your legs dangled off the table, Paige was already grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. She handed it over (already opened of course) with a raised brow. “Drink.”
“I’m fine, I really don’t need-”
“Not what I asked. Drink.”
You took the water. Drank. Because something in her voice and something in her eyes made it impossible not to.
She picked up your fallen stacks of towels and sorted them into the shelf where they belonged, before picking up the next basket and sitting it down on the floor next to the table and started folding. No comment. No lecture. Just calm, methodical movements. She made neat stacks. You watched, still clutching the water bottle with both hands like it was keeping you upright. And maybe it was.
She didn’t ask questions. Just moved around you, efficient and silent.
It was strange. Not in a bad way. Just unfamiliar. Like watching someone speak a language you used to know but forgot to speak after not hearing it for so many years.
Eventually, she dug out a protein bar from her pocket and tossed it toward you without looking. You didn’t catch it. Nope. It hit you straight in the face before falling in your lap - and even though Paige tried really hard not to laugh, she failed miserably as she giggled into her fist.
“Stop pouting and eat. You didn’t today.”
You looked at her, brows furrowed. “That’s a bold assumption.”
“Not an assumption, I know it’s a fact. I notice things.”
Your chest tightened, painfully. You looked down at the bar in your lap, thumb running over the wrapper. You didn’t move as your traitorous brain wandered.
To Jared.
To his messages. To his tired voice on the phone the other night, telling you his chest was tight again. That the doctors still didn’t know what it was. That the stress was making him worse. That you working too much didn’t help. That he needed rest, not drama. That he was doing his best, even without a job, even when you made it ‘so hard.’
He was always tired. Always hurting. Always needing you. Needing your money.
So you stayed. Paid the bills. Covered his medications. Told yourself it was temporary. That when he got better, things would change.
He wasn’t cruel. Just sick.
And sick people lash out sometimes.
Right?
You hadn’t even noticed Paige sit beside you until her voice broke your cruel thoughts, “You still in there?”
“Mhmm, where else would I be?”, you hummed and nudged her shoulder with yours.
“Somewhere happier, maybe?”
It was silent as you fiddled with the protein bar in your lap, before the blonde took it, opened it and held it to your mouth - refusing to take it away until you took a bite. The silence returned.
Your throat burned.
You looked down. “He said I should be grateful.”
A pause.
“That I’d be nothing without him. That he puts up with a lot.”
The words were quiet. Flat. Like you were repeating something you’d memorized a long time ago.Paige didn’t move. Didn’t interrupt. Just listening, her eyes focused solely on you. “He’s not well,” you added quickly, like it was a valid reason to be hurting all the time. “Always at doctors. Can’t work. He’s just… dealing with a lot.”
Paige stared ahead for a long beat.Then: “That’s not love.”
You exhaled, shaky. “He’s honest. He says I make things hard.”
“No,” she said. “I’m being honest. He’s being cruel.”
You looked at her, startled by the bluntness, not harsh, just firm. Anchoring and honest, not cruel.
“Someone who loves you doesn’t make you earn kindness,” she said. “They don’t twist things so you feel lucky to be hurt.”
You looked away.
“I didn’t think I was allowed to expect more.”
“You are.”
Silence. Heavy.
Then, barely above a whisper:
“How do you know?”
Paige’s smile was soft and sure, not smug. Just true.
“Because I’ve seen the way you take care of people. The way you show up. That’s what love looks like. And you deserve to be treated at least the same way.”
You blinked hard, eyes burning. Your shoulders curled slightly, not to hide, just to stay upright. Paige didn’t touch you. She didn’t need to.
She just kept folding.
—
You came home from a late night editing session at the Dallas Wings Staff rooms. It had been a good night, truly. Someone had ordered pizza and the whole evening was spent gossiping while trying to work. But something was off when you came home.
The apartment was quiet. Too quiet.
There was no music, and no TV that played some dumb show Jared was melting his brain with. The only thing you could hear was the buzz of hallway lights even through the shut door.
You shut the door behind you, softly, mindful of the other residents and the late hour. At the hallway bench you shrugged off the camera bags and clawed your way out of the damp hoodie from the walk home.
You were late. Not by much, maybe an hour, and you didn’t have plans for the evening, but you were late nonetheless. It was just too fun, and the editing crew had lost the feeling of time.
Stepping into the cold living room, you froze in place. The lights were off, the only thing giving light was the dull blue glow of a laptop on Jared's lap, casting shadows across his face as he sat on the couch.
Wait.
That was your laptop. Open on his lap.
And that… that was your journal doc he was reading.
The heart in your chest stopped, at least you were pretty sure of it.
“Hey,” he greeted, voice too calm. Not even on good days he was this calm. Jared didn’t look up right away, he just kept scrolling through the document. Reading more and more of your thoughts.
Your legs turned to concrete, or fused with the ground. Either way, something rooted you in place. “What.. uhm, what are you doing?”
Now he looked at you.
Smiled.
The blue light from the laptop illuminated him from below. Making him look even scarier than he usually does.
“You’ve been real busy in here, huh?”
His voice was even as he tapped the side of his temple. You knew he meant busy in your head and the document he was reading. His voice was measured. No heat. That was worse.
“Didn’t know I was such a fucking villain in your head.”
You opened your mouth. No sound came out.
He stood and you were still rooted in that same damn place.
“I’ve marked some quotes I really liked,” held the laptop with one hand, and with the other, gestured like he was reading aloud on a stage “You don’t mind, do you? I’ll read them out to you.”
“I keep telling myself it’s not that bad, but I don’t know what ‘bad enough’ even looks like anymore.”
“I miss who I was before him, but I don’t remember what she looked like.”
“He doesn’t hit me. That’s the bar I’ve been setting my worth to.. he doesn’t hit me.”
After every sentence he read out loud he sent a pointed glance in your direction before finally snapping the laptop shut, the sound echoing through the dark living room.
“So that’s what we’re doing now?” he said, voice sharp, finally cracking. “You run off and play house with those girls, and then come home and write about how abused you are? Is that it?”
“I.. I didn’t mean..”
“No, say it. Come on. Say it to my face. You think I’m the fucking monster in your sad little Netflix drama?”
You shook your head quickly. Too quickly. “No. No, Jared, it’s not like that. I was just, just writing. I didn’t think you’d see it.”
“Of course not,” he spat. “Because I’m just the idiot you unload on when you’re not getting your ego stroked by Paige-fucking-Bueckers.”
Your breath caught.
He laughed.
“You think she gives a shit about you? You’re her project. Her pet. You think she’s not saying the same shit about you behind your back?”
“Stop.” Your voice cracked as tears started building in your eyes.
“Or what?” he said, stepping forward. “You gonna run away? Call Paige? Have her come rescue you like a good little golden retriever?”
He was close now.
Too close.
And suddenly your body remembered every red flag you’d buried under guilt and excuses. Every apology that felt like pressure. Every “you owe me” that bled into your spine.
Your knees shook but you still managed to turn and walk out the door. Leaving him in the dark living room.
—
You couldn’t remember much of the run there, not how you grabbed the keys or how you got into the rehab room of the Dallas Wings training facility. The lights were dim, just barely peeking in through the window of the hallway.
The phone barely had any battery left as you sat on the padded table, hands still shaking.
You already had opened her contact card. Paige. And you stared at it too long.
Not once had you called her first, never. Not even after those really hard days you just wanna cry about. Not even after Jared’s last big blow-up. But now? It was different.
You were shivering, scared and there was no one else you could call that would just.. show up. So finally you pressed call.
It only took two rings for her to pick up, even at 1a.m.
“Sunny?”
You didn’t mean to start crying, you really didn’t want to but it just happened. Her voice was calm, steady and a little tired.
“Can you come get me?”
You could hear rustling on the other side, a blanket being tossed aside, “Where are you?”
“Training facilities, like in the, uh, the rehab area.”
“I’m on my way. Don’t move.”
She didn’t ask anything else.
Didn’t need to hearing your sniffles through the phone was enough to tell the blonde everything she needed. You sat there in the silence, breathing in short bursts, knuckles white around your phone.
And for the first time, you didn’t feel ashamed of needing someone.
So you waited.
Curled into yourself on the therapy table, shaking like a leaf. Running through rain in only a shirt might not have been a good idea… Your phone vibrated once. Just a soft, meaningless hum, but you didn’t check it, just stared at the ground and waited.
Until the door creaked open and then somehow, the room got even colder.
Jared.
“There you are.”
You slid off the table, heart in your throat, feet stumbling backwards before you even realized you were moving.
“How did you...”
“Come on, babe. This is your hideout? Thought you’d at least pick somewhere I hadn’t seen before.”
“Jared, leave.”
“No. You don’t get to run and then make me the villain I get to defend myself.”
He stepped forward. You stepped back.
“You’ve been whining in your journal about how sick I am. Poor you. Poor little girl carrying her broken man.”
He laughed. Cold and sharp like he always did. But this time it was even scarier.
“You ever wonder why none of those doctors ever called you back? Why you never saw a single goddamn bill?”
You froze mid motion, arms up trying to build distance between you both.
“I’m not sick,” he said simply, smiling now. “Never was.”
The world slowed and time stopped.
“Then… what, uh, what..” You were speechless. It couldn’t be.. Right? Surely this was just another really bad joke.
“You were useful. You paid for shit. Got me stuff I couldn’t get on my own. Covered rent while I took care of other things.”
Your throat closed. “What things?”
He tilted his head, cruel and casual. “Couple girls I was seeing needed help. You’re not the only one who likes to take care of people. I’m a real generous guy.”
That landed like a punch to the chest.
“You- you used me,” you whispered, tears stinging in your eyes.
“Call it sponsorship,” he said. “Me and the girls like to call you my ‘scholarship fund’.”
Just silence.
And then another voice. Low, flat, furious.
“Get. Out.”
It was Paige. You couldn’t say for sure, but the look on her face made you think that she’d been waiting outside the door for a bit, listening to what Jared had to say. Her voice was like stone as when she stepped into the room. Taking up the space between you and Jared.
You could see her body still trying to catch her breath, and she was a little sweaty. She ran here. For you.
“You don’t talk to her again. You don’t come near her again.”
Jared gave her a look like he was bored already. “You think she’s gonna stay with you? You don’t know her. She needs someone to fall apart on.”
“No,” Paige said. “She needs someone who won’t break her.” She took another step forward. “And you already did.”
For the first time (maybe ever), Jared didn’t have a comeback.
He looked at you. Maybe expecting you to flinch. To cry. To chase him. But you only looked right back at him and said, “I don’t feel sorry for you anymore.”
He left after that. Just turned and walked out. No apology. No second look.
And you stood there shaking, tired, cold, but breathing.
Then Paige was beside you.
She didn’t speak right away. She just stood close, quiet, until you could bring yourself to look up and meet her eyes. She didn’t look at you with pity, no this was admiration.
“It wasn’t your fault,” she whispered, cupping your face in her warm hands. “None of it.”
You didn’t know what to say.
“You don’t ever have to go back.”
This might have been the first time that you realized that she was right. You didn’t have to go back. Not to him. Never.
��
The car ride was silent, not the uncomfortable ‘I don’t know what to say’ silence, just quiet. Tired. Paige hadn’t asked questions, Just dragged you out to her car, pushed you down into the passenger seat and gave you a blanket from the back of her car.
When she finally pulled over into her apartment lot she glanced over at you. “You good to come in?”
“You sped there.”
You didn’t really reply to her question but the blonde took you opening the door as answer enough. “I wouldn’t say ‘sped’ just, in a slight hurry,” she winked at you, your camera bag in hand.
Paige led the way inside, everything was low-lit and calm. There were no overhead lights that blinded you, and the hallway didn’t echo in that creepy way it did at your apartment complex. As she opened her own door a citrus-y smell wafted towards you, she must have let a candle on before she came.
She locked the door behind her and set your camera bag gently down on a chair by the door, and then asked, “Hungry?”
You could only nod, too busy looking around.
“Good,” she said, already heading toward the kitchen. “Sit. Shoes off. You’re home now. For as long as you need.”
That last part hit harder than you expected. Home.
You sat at the edge of the couch while she pulled out pots and ingredients like she did this all the time. Not just for herself, but for people she wanted to keep warm and full and okay, friends and family.
“Fair warning though, I am no master chef, but we won’t starve!”
Your phone buzzed again, even though you thought the battery had died when you were still at the training facility.
Your stomach dropped.
You didn’t even have to look. You knew it was him. No one else messaged you, especially not at this time. Not after Jared convinced you to cut contact with your family over a year ago.
Paige glanced over from the stove.
“That him?”
You nodded once, throat too tight. She walked over, hand out. “Can I?”
You didn’t hesitate to hand it over. Jared asked for your phone all the time, to look through it. But the basketballer didn’t read it. Didn’t scold. Just silenced it, powered it down, and set it face-down on her kitchen counter before plugging it in.
“You don’t need to hear from him tonight. Or ever again, if you don’t want to.”
You blinked quickly, looking away. “He’s going to be so angry.”
“He already is,” she said softly. “And it’s not your fault, and it’s also not your job to soothe that.”
You didn’t reply. Just pulled your knees to your chest and let your eyes roam around her apartment.
It was warm, and well lit.. cozy. Shoes were stacked by the front door, sweaters thrown over the couch, shelves filled with random books, picture frames and trophies. A photo on the fridge, next to a note with a date on it ‘pasta night - 06/28 :)’. That was a team night.
“Okay, uhm, water is cooking, might still take a while. Bathroom’s down the hall, if you wanna shower. The door locks and I set out fresh towels and some clothes. We need to get you out of the wet ones.”
You were halfway to tears again, and she hadn’t even done anything dramatic. Just kept giving you space. Kept choosing not to demand anything. And she kept being so incredibly nice.
You stood under the hot water until your skin went pink and you smelled like her body wash and expensive shampoo.
When you came back out she was sitting on the couch, two plates of food in front of her. She had also changed into a different hoodie, a dry one.
“Food’s still warm, there’s more in the kitchen if you want.”
You sat beside her, plate balanced on your lap, and took a bite.
It was the best thing you’d eaten in weeks. Not because of the recipe, because of the way it made your shoulders drop. She didn’t say anything further, just started to dig in. Not a single comment about how you should watch your portion size, or if you really wanted to eat ‘all that’.
You glanced over at her.
Paige, who had taken your phone without making you feel helpless. Paige, who gave you clothes, a bathroom, her bedroom if you wanted it. Paige, who never made you beg.
Jared would’ve sulked. Would’ve asked why you weren’t grateful. Would’ve asked for something back and even more in return.
You looked down at your plate, swallowed hard, and whispered: “Thank you.”
She didn’t make it a thing. She just said, “You’re safe now.”
—
Warm sunrays made their way through the window, gently waking you up in warmth. Gone was the grey sky and rainy clouds from the last couple of days. The bed was so comfortably and warm that you didn’t even want to get up, but ultimately the small of eggs, bacon and toast managed to get you out of the bed.
You’d slept.
Not fitfully. Not half-alert. Not with one ear trained for footsteps.
Just... slept.
When you finally sat up and stretched, the couch groaned softly beneath you. Your muscles ached in that gentle way that meant you’d actually rested. No buzzing phone. No tension in your neck or jaw.
Just peace.
You padded toward the kitchen, the hoodie sleeves dragging past your fingertips, hair a mess, mouth dry and eyes still sticky with sleep.
Paige was already at the stove, moving around in socks and some old basketball shorts, humming something low and tuneless. She glanced over her shoulder when you appeared in the doorway.
“Morning.” Her voice came out rough, low and a bit gravely, still laced with sleep.
“I think I died.”
That made her grin. “Was it peaceful?”
You rubbed your face with both hands, then dropped into the nearest chair. “Mhmm.”
A minute later, she slid a plate in front of you: eggs, toast, something sweet on the side. Real food. A proper breakfast, not just a hurried protein bar like you usually had. She poured coffee into a second mug and set it gently in front of you.
You stared at the food for a beat before saying, “I thought you didn’t like coffee.”
“I don’t, but I know you love it.”
You snorted, but you could feel the heat rise to your cheeks, and just desperately hoped that the blonde didn’t notice.
After a few bites, you glanced at her. “I’m not used to this,” you admitted. “Being taken care of like this.”
She didn’t flinch.
“Well,” she said, “get used to it. ‘Cus I’m not going anywhere.”
You ate in silence, just a couple of giggles at how much she disliked coffee at every grimace.
Eventually, your voice dropped to a whisper. “I had enough saved to leave for a long time. I could’ve moved out, gotten my own place, months ago.”
Paige didn’t push. She just looked at you, steady and open. “Why didn’t you?”
Your gaze dropped to your plate. “Because I was scared. Not of him... not really. Just of what it would mean if I left and he didn’t even try to stop me. If he just let me go.”
You paused, shoulders curling in.
“I was scared of what that would say about me. That I gave so much to someone who never gave a damn back.”
Paige’s voice was low, certain. Her eyes told you she was being honest and not just trying to comfort you.
“It wouldn’t say anything about you. It would say everything about him.”
You looked up.
She hadn’t moved. Still steady. Still soft. Still here.
“You stayed because you cared,” she continued. “Because you loved him the way you wished he would love you back. That doesn’t make you weak.”
Your chest tightened.
“It made me feel stupid.”
“It makes you human.”
Your eyes burned. You blinked fast and stared hard at your coffee.
“I don’t know how to do this alone.”
She reached across the table. Not to take your hand, just to set hers down, palm up, close enough if you wanted it. “You’re not alone,” she said. “Not anymore.”
You hesitated. Then slid your hand into hers.
Her fingers closed around yours. She was warm, steady, grounding. She always had been. And that’s when it felt real. Like maybe you could actually begin again.
But this time not alone.
This was... something. Let me know what you think of this fic, it's a lot heavier then I usually write but I quite liked doing it.
Also, I have ideas for a fluffier part 2, where paige and reader like actually get together and shit
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white mustang



synopsis: paige pulls up in her white mustang and invites you on a late-night drive, saying she’s been thinking about you. the two of you ride through the city in silence until you finally admit your feelings, breaking the promise you both made to keep things casual. your confession hangs heavy in the air, and paige, unsure and afraid, chooses to walk away — leaving you alone. days later, you run into her again by chance, and the tension between you reignites. you share a charged, intimate moment in the mustang, the same car that once drove you apart, and in the aftermath, paige chooses to stay — this time, ready to try for real.
warnings: angst, smut — mdni, dry humping (please bring ts back 🙏), fingering (r!receiving), desperate!paige, slight mean!paige
WORD COUNT: 2.9k info. masterlist. taglist.
the streetlights flicker on one by one as the sky bleeds into a dull purple. you’re sitting on the cracked curb, just watching the night settle around the quiet neighborhood. the air is thick and still, like the world’s holding its breath. you don’t know how long you’ve been here, but your thoughts are tangled up, twisting and pulling at something you’ve been trying to ignore.
the sound of a car engine pulls you out of your spiral—a low rumble that grows louder, then softer, until you see it. paige, in her white mustang, gliding down the street like she owns the night. she slows, pulls up beside you, and the window slides down with a smooth click.
“hey,” she says, voice calm but maybe a little nervous. “felt like driving. thought maybe you’d wanna come with.”
you don’t hesitate. something about the way she’s looking at you, like she’s been thinking about you too, pulls you in. you slide into the passenger seat, the familiar smell of leather and her perfume wrapping around you like a quiet comfort.
the engine hums to life, and the city blurs past in streaks of light and shadow. she doesn’t say much at first, just lets the car carry you both through the streets, windows down just enough for the night air to touch your skin.
“been thinking about you,” she finally admits, eyes on the road but voice soft like she’s sharing a secret.
your heart thuds hard, the words hanging between you heavier than the night. you swallow, then turn to look at her. “i’ve been thinking about you too.”
she glances over, surprise flickering across her face, but she doesn’t say anything more. instead, she takes a turn onto a quieter road, away from the glow of streetlights and the hum of the city.
you both sit there, the silence filling up with everything you want to say but don’t know how to say.
“i can’t keep pretending it’s nothing,” you finally whisper, voice shaking more than you’d like. “we said it was nothing. that it was easy. but it’s not. it’s always been more.”
paige’s eyes search yours, and you see that flicker of something—maybe fear, maybe hope. “you shouldn’t say that,” she breathes. “not when we both promised.”
“yeah, well,” you say, your voice breaking, “i’m done pretending.”
for a long moment, she doesn’t say a word. then she looks away, jaw tightening. “maybe some things are better left alone.”
the words hit harder than you expect. “so what now?”
she takes a breath, fingers tightening on the steering wheel. “i think i need to leave you alone. for a while.”
your chest aches, and you don’t argue. the car becomes colder somehow, the white mustang no longer a refuge but a reminder of the distance growing between you.
when she pulls up to your place, you don’t say goodbye. the door shuts quietly, then the engine roars and she’s gone, leaving you alone with the weight of your confession.
days pass slow and hollow. you catch yourself reaching for your phone to call her, but you stop before you do. maybe some things aren’t ready to be fixed.
then one afternoon, you see her again. standing under the neon glow of a diner, rain slicking her hair, the white mustang parked nearby.
her eyes find yours immediately, and for a second, it feels like nothing’s changed.
“hey,” you say softly.
“hey,” she replies, a tentative smile tugging at her lips.
she steps closer, the space between you charged with all the things left unsaid. the rain starts to fall again, heavy and warm, and neither of you moves to go inside.
“why didn’t you call me?” you ask, voice cracking, barely holding together the storm in your chest.
she doesn’t answer. her eyes flicker down to your lips for a second, jaw clenched like she’s choking on everything she couldn’t say. then suddenly, she grabs your face and kisses you hard—like she’s angry, like she’s sorry, like kissing you is the only way she knows how to speak.
the rain is relentless now, soaking into your clothes, your hair, everything, but you don’t move. neither of you do. it doesn’t matter. not when she’s kissing you like she’s starving and you’re the only thing she’s ever wanted.
your hands tangle in the fabric of her soaked shirt, pulling her closer, closer, until there’s no air between you. her teeth graze your bottom lip, her breath coming hot and ragged against your mouth.
then she spins you around and presses you against the side of her car, her grip rough, hands sliding down your sides with a kind of urgency that sends heat spiraling low in your stomach. she touches you like she’s memorizing the map of your body—like she’s terrified she’ll forget it if she stops.
your hands roam across her chest, down her torso, fingertips slipping under the hem of her shirt, skin to skin. your gasp catches between her lips when her hands trail down your waist and slide over your hips, slow and sure.
her fingers dip beneath the waistband of your shorts, teasing just along the edge of your underwear. she leans in close, lips ghosting over your jaw.
“you drive me crazy,” she whispers, her voice ragged, full of frustration and need. “i couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
you part your legs just slightly, inviting her in without words, but when her knee slips between your thighs and presses against you, you can’t help but let out a soft moan.
your hips shift instinctively, grinding down against the pressure of her leg. “paige—” you breathe, but she cuts you off with another kiss—deeper this time, wetter, full of heat.
“just—shut up, okay?” she mutters against your mouth. “i didn’t mean what i said. i didn’t mean any of it. i can’t hide this anymore. i can’t keep fucking pretending like i don’t love you. like i don’t crave you every goddamn day.”
her voice cracks on the last part. it’s raw. real. and it undoes something in you.
you kiss her again—slower this time, but just as desperate. your hands move to the back of her neck, threading into her damp hair.
“don’t push me away again,” she whispers against your skin, her voice smaller now, almost a plea.
you rest your forehead against hers. “i’m not going anywhere.”
she kisses along your jaw, then down the slope of your neck, her lips soft and reverent, and your body arches into hers like instinct.
her hand slides back down, this time with purpose, fingers undoing the button of your shorts, then the zipper. you gasp when she slides her hand inside, brushing over your underwear, teasing you gently through the thin fabric.
your thighs tremble when she dips past them, fingers finally slipping under and finding you wet and aching. you whimper, head falling back against the car. her mouth follows you, kissing along the side of your throat, breathing you in.
“fuck, you’re soaked,” she murmurs. “and not just from the rain.”
her fingers glide through your folds, slow and deliberate, spreading you open. she rubs lazy circles over your clit, drawing soft, breathless moans from your lips, your hips rocking into her touch.
then she slides two fingers inside, deep and smooth, curling them up just right. you cry out softly, your hand grabbing at her shirt, the other buried in her hair.
she watches you with hungry eyes, her breath caught in her throat. “wanted you for so long,” she whispers, kissing the corner of your mouth, then the hollow beneath your ear.
her fingers begin to move, a steady rhythm that pushes you higher, each stroke precise, like she knows your body better than you do.
your legs shake as she pins you against the mustang, the rain masking the quiet, needy sounds spilling from your lips.
“yeah, that’s it,” she growls, her voice gravelly, lips pressed to your ear. “give it to me. let me feel you fall apart.”
you’re close—too close—the knot in your stomach tightening with every thrust of her fingers. you press your hips into her hand, chasing it, needing it.
“c’mon, baby—come for me,” she breathes, her pace quickening just enough to push you over the edge. “please—i need you to.”
you moan her name, your whole body tensing before it releases, your climax crashing through you like a wave. she holds you through it, kissing you, whispering against your lips, grounding you in the middle of the rain and heat and everything you are to her.
she doesn’t pull away. she just stays there with you, forehead pressed to yours, fingers still inside you, her other hand holding the back of your neck.
“you’re mine,” she says quietly. “i’m done pretending you’re not.”
your breathing slows, your pulse still fluttering against your skin. paige’s hand gently slips away, but she doesn’t move far. instead, she wraps her arms around you, pulling you against her like she’s afraid you’ll vanish if she lets go.
the rain continues to fall, softer now, and you both just stand there—soaked, shaking, but finally still.
you bury your face in her neck, your fingers curling into the back of her shirt. for the first time in weeks, the ache in your chest eases, replaced by something warmer. something whole.
“you meant it?” you whisper. “what you said?”
she nods slowly. “yeah. every word. i’m so tired of running from it.”
you pull back just enough to look into her eyes. “so don’t.”
her lips curve into a faint, wet smile. “i won’t.”
you both get into the mustang after a while, clothes dripping, hair stuck to your foreheads, laughter breaking through the silence when your soaked thighs stick to the leather seats. she reaches across the console, taking your hand again, lacing her fingers through yours like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
and maybe it is. maybe it always was.
because tonight, the mustang didn’t drive you apart.
tonight, it brought you back.
© bueckersworld
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𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁
pairing: morgan cheli x fem!oc
warnings: school, a certain someone not wanting to share their chick-fil-a
post it note: this is the first chapter. hope you enjoy it.
🎧: after the storm — kali uchis ft. tyler, the creator
intro 🔜 playlist 🔜 chapter 1



CHAPTER 1 Alayshia POV 💐
“the sun'll come out, nothing good ever comes easy, i know times are rough, but winners don't quit, so don't you give up, the sun'll come out, but we've been struggling endless days, someday we'll find the love, 'cause after the storm's, when the flowers bloom” — KALI UCHIS
School was boring as hell. Like, not even a little boring. The kind of boring where the second you walk in, you start counting down the hours until lunch—and you already know lunch probably won’t be that good. That kind of boring. I walked to first period with Ayanna because, well, I had to yap to her about something. Anything. I was bored and nosy and needed chaos to stay awake. Plus, she’s my ride, my cousin, and my unpaid therapist, so… she kind of signed up for this the minute I was born.
“So you're really not gonna tell me what happened with you and what’s-her-name?” I asked, slinging my bag over my shoulder and side-eyeing her like I already knew the tea.
Ayanna didn’t even flinch. She just raised an eyebrow and kept walking, which meant one of two things: either she actually wasn’t going to tell me, or it was something deep, and she needed me to keep poking until she cracked.
“I’m not doing this with you today, Laysh,” she muttered, brushing her backpack over her shoulder. She always used my nickname when she was pretending to be chill but secretly annoyed.
“Oh, we are doing this today,” I said, fake-gasping like I was offended. “You didn’t text back for like six hours last night. That’s suspicious behavior. And you smelled like someone else’s perfume when you came home—”
“Okay, first of all—”
“I know your usual scent. That was new.”
She cut me a look but didn’t say anything. Which, again, only made me more annoying.
We finally reached the building, and she pushed the door open like she was trying to shut me up with force. But please—this mouth doesn’t stop just because someone opens a door. I’m built different.
Right as we were heading to our lockers, Aubrey came walking by with a Chick-fil-A bag in her hand. Her edges were laid, her UConn sweats were cuffed at the ankle just right, and her little walk had that “I lift weights and break hearts” rhythm. But more importantly—she had fries. And I smelled them before I saw them.
“Oh, so you’re not gonna share?” I said, immediately stopping in front of her like a traffic cone in the hallway.
Aubrey smirked but didn’t slow down. “I love you, Laysh, but not enough to give up my fries. Try again next lifetime.”
“Wow. And here I was thinking we were family.”
“You’re literally Ayanna’s cousin. That doesn’t make us cousins by default.”
“Yes, it does. It absolutely does.”
Ayanna snorted behind me and opened her locker like she wasn’t lowkey enjoying the whole back-and-forth. I reached out and tried to grab a fry from the bag, but Aubrey dipped out of reach like she was dodging defenders.
“Gotta be quicker than that,” she said, heading down the hall with her smug little strut.
“God don’t like greedy,” I called after her.
“And he don’t like thieves either!”
I turned back to Ayanna, who was still chuckling under her breath. “You letting your teammates disrespect me like that?” I said, pointing a finger at her like I was about to fight on principle.
“Girl, you did that to yourself.”
I sighed dramatically, like I’d just been personally victimized by Chick-fil-A and UConn athletes everywhere. “This school is full of snakes.”
“Then why do you keep coming?”
“Because somebody keeps telling me I need an education,” I said, squinting at her.
She rolled her eyes. “Don’t squint at me like that without your camera.”
“I will cry in this hallway.”
“You always say that, but never do.”
“One day, it’s gonna be real. I’m gonna just break down and sob in front of the trophy case. Watch.”
She laughed again, softer this time, and for a moment, it was quiet between us. Comfortable. We’d been like this our whole lives—me talking, her pretending not to care but secretly listening. It’s how we worked. She was the stoic star athlete; I was the emotionally unstable girl with a soft spot for sad R&B and pastel gel pens. Balance.
After I shoved my stuff in my locker, we started heading to class. That was when I noticed a new face by the gym entrance. Brunette ponytail. Long sleeves. Backpack half-zipped like she didn’t really care if her binder fell out or not. She was talking to Coach B, nodding like she’d heard whatever speech she was getting a thousand times before.
I paused, just slightly. Enough that Ayanna noticed.
“Who’s that?” I asked, nudging her.
She didn’t look up. “That’s Morgan.”
“Morgan…?”
“Morgan Cheli. Freshman.”
“Like…I’ma see her later at practice?”
“Yeah. She’s on the team. So you gon have to clear some storage .”
I looked back at the girl—Morgan—and caught her glance for a split second. She looked away just as quickly, but something about it stuck with me. Like she wasn’t trying to make friends. Like she was just here, existing, untouchable. Mysterious. Unbothered.
“She don’t talk much?”
Ayanna shrugged. “I don’t know. You’d probably get her to.”
That made me smirk. “Oh, so now I’m charming?”
“You’ve always been annoying. But sure, let’s go with ‘charming.’”
The bell rang, but I was already thinking too hard about that girl with the blank stare and loose laces. I had no business being curious. I knew that. I was just the manager. The background character. The girl with the clipboard and the gum in her mouth.
But still—there was something about her. Something that made the hallway feel a little less boring. And yeah… maybe I’d find a reason to talk to her.
Eventually.
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I’m sorry

Between the shore and a plane, Paige wants you to be hers.
warning; sensible topics.
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Minnesota, 2019.
Years and years of being everything but friends, and everything but lovers, gets to Paige the second you were on the line, the line between being hers or losing you forever.
Paige was yours, and you always knew it. She also knew you were hers. But Paige never seemed the type of people that wanted to have a relationship, a real relationship.
Under every shared covers, every scream of “fuck Paige, more.” and every licked fingers, she made your body hers, but also your soul.
And every letter you gave her, every game you attended, and every late night when she just wanted to cry in your arms, you made her soul yours.
You loved her, but maybe she didn’t love you enough.
And now, sitting on the beach, you have already made college decisions.
Paige didn’t, and you didn’t know.
The same spot on the beach where she kissed you for the first time. The exact moment you realized, she was the reason of your entire existence.
The wind in your hair and the sand on your feet, reminded you about her. You didn’t want to leave her, but you thought she did.
“I knew you’d be here.” A soft voice said. The one you knew too well.
“What are you doing here?” You asked.
“I just needed to be alone for a moment.” She answered.
You didn’t turn your head to look at her, not yet.
“In this exact same spot?” You said.
“I could ask you the same thing.”
A silence fell, it wasn’t uncomfortable, but you could sense all the unsaid words.
“Mind if i sit?” Paige asked.
You hugged your knees. “It’s a free beach.”
She chuckled, but not in a good way. You could sense the pain behind that little smile.
She sat at your side. “So, it’s true you’re leaving?” She asked.
Your jaw dropped a little.
“How do you know that?” You asked, speechless.
“Juli told me.”
Juli, your all time best friend.
She knew too well how much you loved Paige, you cried in her arms a million times because of her, she knew how many times you starved yourself thinking Paige didn’t like your body enough.
She was that best friend that had keys of your house, and she just appeared there when you most needed it.
“Of course she did.” You scoffed softly.
A silence fell again. Both of you looking at the waves crashing the shore.
“I’m sorry, Y/N.” She confessed.
“Don’t, Paige.” You shifted to look at her. “You already told me everything.”
She sighed and looked back at you. “I’m sorry.”
You looked away, waiting for her to continue.
“I’m sorry for what i said. I said that because i was scared. Because loving you felt too real.” She confessed. “I didn’t think i could handle you, Y/N. You are everything i ever wanted, and i was scared i’ll mess it up. You’re too good for me.”
Her tears fell, not too noticeable but noticeable to you.
“Paige.” You sighed. “You shouldn’t have pushed me away. I was ready to give you my life, and you just— walked away.” You confessed too.
“I know.” She cried. “And it’s the biggest mistake i’ve ever made.”
You looked at her, she didn’t look at you.
“I came here because every time i think about you my mind goes back to this exact same place. When i kissed you for the first time, you looked at me like i was the only person in the world, the only one you cared about.” She wiped her tears. “I felt safe and seen. I’m sorry i messed up what we had.”
You sighed and looked at the pink and yellow sunset in front of you. “I waited for you to change your mind, Paige.” Your tears fell too. “I thought you’ll love me enough to try.”
“And i do, Y/N. But every time i wanted to come back to you, i found more and more reasons why i didn’t deserve you.” She looked at the sky. “But when i heard you were leaving, it hit me.”
You looked at her and she finally looked at you completely.
“What hit you?” You asked.
She sighed. “That i love you, Y/N. That i am completely in love with you. With every part of you, every thing you do. I love you, and i don’t want to hide it anymore.” She said.
Your tears kept falling, harder this time. “Don’t do this because i’m leaving.”
“I’m not. I’m doing this because i love you, and i need you to know it.” She answered.
The only thing you could hear now was the waves, the wind, and the people around you.
“Did you already make college decisions?” You asked.
“No, not yet.” She answered. “May i know where are you going?”
“Uconn.” You answered.
She chuckled. “Huh, really?” She asked surprised. “I got into Uconn too.”
You looked at her. “And you’re going?”
“Well, i wanted to.” She looked at you. “Now I’m definitely going.”
You looked at her and smiled. “You’re lucky i love you too, Paige. Or i’ll kill you.”
Her eyes opened wide, a smile came out from her. “You still do?” She asked hopeful.
“Yes. Always did, always will.” You answered.
She hugged you as her life depended on it. And that sealed everything you wanted to know, that she was yours again.
“I want to be where you are, Y/N. Grow up older with you and love you openly.” She said.
You grabbed her hand softly. “Really?”
“Yes.” She grabbed your hand too. “I want us to study together, fight over who gets the last slice of pizza, fall asleep on you after a long day. I want you.”
You cried. “You broke my heart.”
“I know. And i’m sorry.” She answered.
You leaned your head over her shoulder.
“I’m scared.”
“I know, but please, let me love you.” She said.
“Okay.” You answered.
A silence sealed your words.
Paige intertwined her hand with yours, her finger brushing your palm.
“So— roomies?” She asked, smiling.
“God, yes.” You answered. “But only if we get two separate beds.”
“You wish.” She chuckled and hugged you again.
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MESSAGE!!!

I’m just gone cut my request on. No guarantee your story will get written. But I need new stuff anyways. Go crazy. DONT BE MAD IF I DONT WRITE YA STUFF.
It’s gone be like a raffle
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ℱ𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 — ice is always gonna get you flowers.
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 — nosey friends (in the best way possible), fluff, spending and unrealistic amount of funds on flowers, barely proofread, no mention whatsoever of the freshmen 😞
𝐑.𝐃.𝐍. — and we're back 💃🏾
ice walked into my room after practice was over, bag slung over her shoulder and face glistening a little with sweat.
“hi.” she spoke softly, pecking my lips once she was within arms reach. “hey. how was practice?” i asked, watching as her bag hit the floor with a soft thud before she climbed on my bed, not quite getting comfortable since sweat still clung to her skin, but there.
“tiring. but i get to see you after so—” she trailed off with a stupid grin. “you’re ridiculous.” i mumbled with a shake of my head before looking at the arm tucked behind her back. “what's that?”
her grin widened as she moved her arm from behind her back, presenting a bouquet of mixed flowers wrapped up with a bow on the front. “oh my god, for me?” ice nodded as i grabbed them.
we hadn't been together long and she always seemed to be bearing gifts when we hung out, always getting me the right thing.
“they're so pretty, thank you baby.” i leaned forward, pressing a peck to her lips. “you're welcome.”
the flowers found a home in a vase by my window, gifted to me by one of my aunts and probably would've gone forgotten if ice hadn't slipped the plant in on her way out.
a few were starting to shrivel but it wasn't entirely noticeable since most of them still stood tall and colorful.
ice was on her way up to get me since we'd planned a date earlier that week, but i didn't expect the gift(s) in her hand.
a ribbon clad box and flowers. “ice.” i drug out with a smile that matched her own. “here you go.” she held the flowers out to me as she stepped in. “you know i still have the flowers from last week?” i said as i moved into the kitchen to slip them into the vase beside previous ones.
“yeah, but some of them are dying already.” she shrugged, watching as i put the flowers in the confined space. “so you're just gonna get me flowers every time one starts to die?”
“i'll get you flowers whenever you want.” ice pulled me closer, getting a yelp from my lips before she closed the space between us.
by now, it'd gone from flowers everytime one started to die to flowers just because she was thinking about me, or just because she missed me, or just because.
whenever she couldn't bring them to me herself, she did things like giving me a singular one whenever we crossed paths or ordered way too expensive bouquets from people on instagram who probably did hair and nails as well.
our friends didn't know of the two of us being—well, an us—but they noticed.
“girl, where are all these flowers coming from?” my friend asked as she stepped into the kitchen for a water bottle. “yeah, somebody's gotta be getting crazy head.” my other friend added as she looked at the newest bouquet, glitter roses.
“c'mon now. glitter-fied roses? who are you putting through the mattress?”
“no one! they were a gift.” i admit. “so someone just bought you flowers for damn near fifty dollars just to buy them?” she questioned, wide eyed.
“fifty?” she'd turned the flowers so i could see what exactly she was talking about, and sure enough there it was.
a sticker with a barcode, underneath it printed in black ink was the words mixed bouquet — $49.99.
“that's basically fifty dollars if you think about it.”
and ice wasn't getting it any easier, her teammates just as (if not more) nosey.
“so you can order flowers for a hundred something dollars, but i ask for five dollars and it's the end of the world?” kk questioned staring pointedly at her friend. “why do you need five dollars?”
“the same reason you're spending this much on flowers!” the younger girl exclaimed. “oh, you ordered the lovergirl bunch off of lupe’s bouquets.” ayanna called out as she looked at the girl's laptop.
“give me that. and no one says anything when y'all are spending money.” ice said, snatching the device from her.
“you do? all the time actually.” paige shot up from beside azzi who was amused by it all. “that's different! you'll waste two hundred dollars on stupid stuff.”
“the real question is, who are these flowers for?” aubrey asked, causing the room to fall into silence. it held for a second, two, before everyone went crazy. screaming, jumping, paige cheering because “her son finally came out”.
“another gay kid.” the blonde said, hand on her chest and the other on her hip like she couldn't believe it. “i'm so proud of you, my boy.” kk wailed, arms wrapping around ice as she slid to her knees like she couldn't believe it.
“we're celebrating with domino's!”
after that, things were still not as direct, but there was an understanding that we both were there. the flowers kept coming and so did questions.
ice's teammates were still trying to figure out who i was from a photo posted on her close friends of my face tucked into her neck like i lived there with the tokyo filter and pink matter—song chosen by me—playing over it.
my friends started calling her flower girl since i wasn't dropping too many hints, but i liked it that way. not a complete secret, but mine.
but we were starting to slip.
i stayed over a few minutes too long and had to wait until morgan and aubrey left the living room, which took longer than i thought.
we'd seen each other on campus and her hand wrapped around my wrist for a quick second when i passed without a kiss before she remembered where we were and let go.
we didn't think anyone was catching on, but how wrong we were.
“ice.” paige called out, blue eyes side eyeing ice who had her legs tucked up to her chest as she tapped through instagram highlights — her girl's instagram highlights.
“that same song has been playing for three minutes straight.” she called out, watching as the girl blinked and sat up a little straighter like she got caught doing something she wasn't supposed to.
“i was reading this tiktok comment section.” she lied, too smooth, too easy. “tiktok comments ain't that damn funny.” aubrey spoke next, pointing out the way the girl had been smiling.
“well, this one is.” ice shot back, tapping her screen to go to the next highlight. it made her gasp out loud.
the photo was recent and you looked too good. sun hitting your face just right, hair sitting perfectly, and bikini bottoms poking out the top of your shorts.
it was an old image, but she'd never seen it before.
“what's the tiktok about?” paige asked, squinting curiously. “lebron.” ice mumbled, dazed almost. “yeah? i think i see a little drool on your mouth right there.” aubrey teased.
“maybe all your injuries are messing with your head?” ice shrugged. “wow! don't make me get your knee again.” aubrey shot back before the two of them forgot all about the “tiktok” that took up her attention, instead going back and forth with each other.
“thank you for the flowers.” i said as me and ice were on facetime. she was on her way home from an away game and in her time away, which was only two days, i received flowers four times.
“anything for you.” she mumbled, on the verge of sleep. “i'll see you when you get back, okay?” i declared, figuring she needed sleep. “stay on the phone with me.”
i found it cute—she could barely keep her eyes open after hours of grueling workouts and risking injuries to make sure her teammates got the ball, but she still wanted me there even if it wasn't physically.
“okay, go to sleep.” ice nodded, barely conscious before resting her head on top of her bag. with her sleeping and me seconds from it, i decided to rest my eyes, eventually dozing off.
i couldn't have been sleep for more than thirty minutes, easily waking up when i'd heard a bit of commotion coming from my phone. i let out a sound somewhere between a yawn and a groan, blinked a few times before i actually looked at the screen.
i expected to see ice waking up, assuming she'd finally made it back to campus, but no. i was face to face (virtually) with ice's teammates. three of them.
kk, paige, and aubrey had their head pushed together, staring at me like i was the cure to cancer. and quietly, hesitantly, paige asked.
“are you the person ice has been buying flowers for?” i blinked. they blinked back, synchronized in a scary way. “no?” i answered, but it sounded like a question.
“there's flowers behind you.” kk pointed out, making me look at the bouquets that were in fact in view. i shifted my leg just a little, knocking them off the bed. “what flowers?”
“are you her girlfriend?” aubrey spoke up. my lips twitched just a little, daring to break out in a smile, but the caught it out. “no?”
“yes you are?” ice said half sleep, not realizing what she'd just admitted. they screamed. loud, shocked, excited? along with the rest of their teammates who i didn't know were actively listening.
the phone dropped into the seat next to ice who picked it up, putting it back where i could see her face before tugging the blanket covering her closer.
“do you even know what you just did?” i questioned. ice mumbled something incoherent, but i heard the no. “you just told them we were together. that made her sit up. “what?” she asked, eyes wide, shock on her face.
“we got a new teammate-in-law!” paige cheered loudly and unapologetically. “oh. my. g—” ice started before her coach yelled something about running which shut them all up.
the sudden silence and ice's still shocked face had me stifling a laugh. she glanced at me before typing me a quick text.
we just got to campus, please don't make me go with them 🙏🏽.
i typed back,
i'll let you in as long as you have flowers and snacks
three dots that went away as quickly as they appeared danced on my screen before she texted back.
you know i will.
#ri writes 🖨️#uconn wbb x reader#uconn x reader#ice brady#ice brady x reader#wbb x reader#ice brady fic#women's basketball
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fine line | paige bueckers x reader
Your brother’s best friend Paige Bueckers has hated you for as long as you can remember but when a game of Truth or Dare stirs something neither of you could ignore, the fine line between loathing and lust begins to blur. — inspired by welcome to the party tags: smut (18+), brothersbestfriend!Paige, mean!Paige, Paige and reader grew up together / hating each other for no reason, enemies-to-??? + this is my first paige fanfic so pls be nice </3, didn’t proofread… contains: femme!reader, making out, slight teasing, fingering r!receiving, cunnilingus r!receiving, drunk sex, alcohol use, foul language, toxic portrayal, has a slightly longer lead up to the smut | 7.3k words
Paige couldn't tell why she hated your guts. She just knew she hated you from the moment she met you.
When you met, you were eight and she was ten. She was your brother's best friend growing up. That meant she was always at your house — shooting hoops or playing video games with your brother. She loved hanging out with your brother and she loved bumming out in your house but she also never liked it whenever you were in the house too.
It wasn’t even like you were an annoying kid. You were never too loud or annoying like other younger kids. You mostly kept to yourself, often reading novels or locked up in your room. You only interacted with Paige during dinners and on rare occasions, your brother would ask you to hang with them. But still, Paige hated you.
She hated the sickeningly sweet body spray you wore… the kind that reminded her of cheap scented erasers. She hated the little bows you clipped into your hair and the stack of kitschy bracelets you made jingling on your wrists. She hated the way you’d often hum to songs from Barbie movies. But most of all, she hated your laugh. It just seemed too melodic and rehearsed to her. It felt fake.
Even as you grew up and ditched the bows and Barbie obsessions, Paige found new reasons to dislike you.
She hated how you traded your frilly dresses for cropped tops and short skirts, how your outfits clung a little too well. Whenever you left the house in one of your skimpy outfits, Paige would glance at your brother and scoff, “You’re really letting her go out like that?” even if your brother couldn't care less.
She hated the stories she heard in high school too. You were always being pursued by loser douchebags. Every time someone mentioned your name, she'd roll her eyes and mercilessly insult whichever guy was interested in you. She found it irritating how you even bothered to entertain such losers.
But when she found out that girls were also growing interested in you and that you had expressed possibly being queer, the intensity of her hatred reached a new level. She didn’t know why, but the idea of it just frustrated her to no end. She reacted worse about her teammates liking you than she did about the ugly, loser guys you were entertaining. It pissed her off so much that she even wondered, just for a second, if she might be homophobic. (She wasn’t. She just hated you. At least, that’s what she told herself.)
Paige never bothered hiding her disdain. If you said anything, even something innocuous, she’d roll her eyes or glare at you like you’d just sprouted a second head. When you passed her in the hallways and offered her a polite smile, she responded with a scowl. Her favourite thing to pick apart though was your wardrobe. She often made snide comments about your “desperate” and “slutty” outfits, as if you were constantly fishing for attention, even when your clothes were perfectly normal.
Her animosity became so unbearable that you stopped trying to get along with her. Any attempt at civility was met with such blatant hostility that you decided avoiding her altogether was your best option. That was easier to do when Paige and your brother went to college. Your brother went to UCLA while Paige headed to UCONN, which meant that you didn't have to put up with the blonde menace anymore.
When it was your turn to choose a college, you stayed close to home in Minnesota, a decision that came with an unexpected side effect: witnessing Paige become a household name in your city. She wasn’t just your brother’s annoying best friend anymore; she was a bona fide hometown hero. Everyone knew her name, and they weren’t shy about their excitement when she came back to visit.
Before the holidays, your brother and his friend group decided to meet and hang out during the winter break. To make things even more interesting, your brother decided to host a party for their homecoming.
You didn’t mind. Your parents were off in Europe celebrating their anniversary, and the house felt too big and too quiet when it was just you. Besides, you got along well with your brother’s friends. They were friendly, funny, and easy to get along with.
Well, all of them except Paige.
“Bean, did you grow taller since the last time I saw you?” Luke teased, grinning as he used the childhood nickname he’d given you back when you were the smallest kid in your class. Before you could respond, he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you off the ground slightly.
You laughed, swatting at his shoulder. “Luke, it’s been six months and no, I didn’t magically grow taller.” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “I missed you, though! Please tell me you brought some In-N-Out back for me?”
He snorted, setting you back down. “Seriously? You think I’m gonna shove greasy burgers into my suitcase?” He shook his head, amused. “I told you, Bean, you’ve gotta visit California. You’d love it. We’ll hit up In-N-Out, Disneyland, all that fun shit.”
You nodded with a soft smile. “Yeah, I know. It’s just… things have been crazy,” you admitted. “Sophomore year is no joke. I’m drowning in schoolwork. It’s such a hassle”
“I can’t believe my baby sister is in her sophomore year of university.” He pouted and pinched your cheek. You rolled your eyes and swatted his hand away. “Look at you, all grown up and girl-bossing and shit.”
You snorted. “Please, I’m just trying to survive.” You responded. “Meanwhile, you seem to be living your best life in California. Is senior year treating you right?”
Luke and you exchanged college stories – his frat life, life in California, and your lack of a dating life contrasted by his seemingly unending roster. Even though you were both in college, some things stayed the same: he was still the social butterfly while you mostly still kept to yourself.
“I’m so jealous,” you groaned as he launched into yet another story about a girl he dated. “I want to get into the dating scene so bad, but it’s just… frustrating. Like, why does nobody seem hot to me anymore? Am I turning asexual or something?”
Luke chuckled, leaning back in his seat. “No surprise there. Pretty sure you broke half my friend group’s hearts back in high school.” He smirked. “Not that I ever minded… those dumbasses needed some humbling anyway.”
You laughed and shook your head. “Might suck seeing all the guys who crushed on you at the party later,” he commented. “Or… it might be pretty entertaining.”
You gave him a pointed look, but the corner of your mouth twitched. “That aside, I am excited to see your friends again,” you admitted, your smile faltering slightly. “Except… Paige.”
He laughed. “You might be the only one who isn’t excited to see Paige. Everyone’s geeking over seeing her again,” he responded, referencing Paige’s rise to fame. “I still don’t get why you two loathe each other.”
“Ask her that.” You groaned. “I guess I’ll just avoid her like I always used to do.”
You underestimated your ability to ignore Paige. The moment you spotted her, you couldn’t help but become hyper-aware of her presence. She still looked like she did before – the same tall, blonde menace you grew up with – but she looked more mature, more self-assured. Paige had never been awkward or insecure, but now she carried an undeniable confidence that felt almost magnetic.
You were already dressed for the party — a cute denim skirt, a cropped shirt, and sneakers. The outfit struck a balance between casual and flirty, one that usually earned you compliments. But not from Paige. When her eyes landed on you, she gave you that familiar annoyed look, the one that always seemed to come with judgment.
Paige was sitting with your brother, already helping with the table setup. When you passed her, she let out a snarky chuckle.
“Did your sister forget her manners or something?” she quipped, referring to you not bothering to greet her. Your brother sighed and shot you a look, clearly tired of the back-and-forth between the two of you.
You paused and turned to look at her. Paige was dressed in a casual hoodie and pants, exuding an effortlessness that somehow felt intimidating. Her tousled blonde hair framing her sharp features only added to her annoyingly attractive presence. Heat crept up your ears as you quickly averted your gaze and mumbled a small “hey” before focusing on setting up the snack bowls.
Her gaze swept over your outfit, pausing at the sliver of skin revealed by your cropped shirt. She rolled her eyes, trying to seem unimpressed. “Is that a kid’s shirt? That thing’s way too small for you,” she commented. “Looks like you raided a Baby Gap.”
Luke elbowed Paige, giving her a look of disapproval. “Be nice, blondie.” He reprimanded. “You’d think college would have matured your ass enough to stop picking on my sister.”
Paige rolled her eyes, her annoyance barely concealed as she continued setting up the cups. But she was clearly distracted, her gaze flicking toward you more often than she liked. No matter how hard she tried, her gaze always seemed to find you. She couldn’t help it. You had changed so much since high school, and it was driving her crazy.
No matter how hard she tried to deny it, Paige had always known you were attractive; there was no point pretending otherwise, especially when all her friends had crushed on you at some point.
But now, it was different. You weren’t just pretty anymore; you were so fucking hot to her.
Your cheeks had lost their softness, replaced by sharper angles that gave your face a more mature, striking look. And your body… Paige cursed herself for letting her thoughts wander there. Your legs looked impossibly long, and your waist… she shook her head, refusing to dwell on it.
She clenched her jaw, trying to focus on the task at hand but to no avail. When you reached up to grab something from the counter, her eyes betrayed her. They darted back to you, tracing the small glimpse of skin revealed by your cropped shirt. Her throat went dry, and she gritted her teeth, frustrated at herself for looking.
God, why does she have to wear such tiny fucking shirts? She thought to herself. So fucking annoying.
Paige fumbled with the bottle in her hand, using it as an excuse to keep busy. But even that distraction didn’t hold for long. Every time your mini skirt lifted a bit whenever you’d reach something or you bit your lip whenever deep in thought, her resolve crumbled a little more. No matter how much she tried to act indifferent, her gaze kept drifting back to you.
It went on throughout the night. Paige would be catching up with old friends, playing drinking games, or basking in the praise for her performance at UCONN, but whenever you were nearby, she couldn’t focus. She’d watch you laughing — the same melodic, carefree laugh that she always hated — and it only frustrated her more. Her fingers tightened around her beer bottle, almost like she was trying to keep control of her temper. When you danced, she couldn’t help but make a snarky comment to her friends about how silly you looked, but no one paid her any attention. She was the only one hyper-fixated on every small movement you made.
There was no reason for her to hate you now – she never had one in the first place – but she still could not help but be consumed by the irritation you stirred in her.
While Paige was getting a drink, her high school friend Derek approached with a cheeky grin, obviously tipsy already. “Paige, you have to join Truth or Dare,” he chuckled. “We need you in on this.”
She gave him a skeptical look. “Truth or Dare? We in fucking high school or something?” She chuckled, remembering all the times they played the game in high school with cheap liquor Derek’s older brother bought them.
“C’mon, we’re all here so might as well live like high schoolers again,” Derek said, ruffling his brown hair. “Don’t go all Hollywood on us, P. Just ‘cause you’re a basketball star doesn’t mean you can’t be one of us.”
Paige let out a small laugh, rolling her eyes. “Fine, fine. I’m in.” She sighed but couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face as she followed him into the living room. The house was packed, and they had to weave through the crowd. Paige found herself laughing, feeling nostalgic for all the times your brother held parties growing up. But that smile was quickly wiped off her face when she sat down on the carpeted floor of the living room and saw you sitting directly in front of her. She clenched her jaw.
You uncomfortably shifted in your seat, biting your lip as you tried to avert her gaze. Why can’t she act civil or normal for just a second?
The game started slow – drinking challenges, goofy tasks like smelling each other’s feet—but as the night wore on and the group got drunker, things got more playful. You were having fun, but it took a lot of effort to not acknowledge Paige’s piercing gaze every time she glanced your way.
Then suddenly, it was her turn.
The blonde chuckled, shaking her head. “Uh, truth, I guess.”
“Lame as fuck,” your brother commented with a slight slur in his speech. “Since when did Paige Bueckers chicken out of a dare?”
Paige rolled her eyes, leaning back. “I’m not sniffing anyone’s armpit, okay?” she laughed. “You guys can bully me all you want, but I’m sticking with truth.”
The room erupted with questions, eager to get the inside scoop on the UCONN star. Even the non-participants hanging around the edges of the living room jumped in with their questions.
“Any celebrities slide into your DMs?”
“Have you ever slept with a teammate?”
“How much do you earn in a year?”
The questions kept coming with no sign of stopping soon; each question seemed more intriguing to the group than the last, making it harder for them to settle on one.. You gulped the last of your drink that had been swirling at the bottom of your cup, the horrible jungle juice mix burning as it slid down your throat. Your cheeks grew warm as you felt a surge of liquid courage.
You took one deep breath before you straightened up your posture and asked loudly, “Why do you hate me?”
A sudden silence fell over the room. The usual hum of chatter disappeared, leaving an eerie quiet. Then came the murmured “oohs” from the group, everyone fully aware of the tension between you two. They’d seen the subtle tension in the past, the way Paige’s eyes would narrow when you were around, but no one ever quite understood why. Your brother’s friends adored you with most of them even getting crushes on you. So, the question lingered: what was it about you that had Paige so irritated?
Paige’s smirk widened, but it looked more tongue-in-cheek. “I’m not answering that,” she shook her head firmly, looking away from you.
“Why?” you jeered, your confidence spiking. “Scared you’d have to admit you’ve been a bully all along?”
The crowd erupted in surprised laughter, clearly shocked by your sudden shift in attitude. You weren’t known for being confrontational, but the alcohol was making you bold. Your brother sighed, exasperated. “Alright, alright, no need to dig up old drama. Let’s just have some fun.”
But you weren’t letting it go. You locked eyes with your brother and shook your head at him, then turned back to Paige. “No, Luke. I need Paige to answer.”
Paige shot you an incredulous look. “You seriously want me to waste my turn on this? This is so dumb…” She tried to play it off but she was obviously getting riled up.
The crowd paused, muttering about what else to ask but you needed her to answer. “Why? What are you hiding, Paige?” You taunted, feeling your ears burn up. “Scared to admit that maybe you just hated me all along because you had a crush on me?”
Your words were meant to be playful, teasing, but something about them struck a nerve. Paige’s cheeks flushed, and her jaw tightened. The group took notice, sensing the tension. They started to tease her for it, but Paige was having none of it.
“Fine, I’ll answer,” she snapped, her voice biting. “I hate you because of how big-headed you are. You think everyone wants you — you even think I want you. You’re always sauntering around, being cute to everyone. It just pisses me off. You think you’re so hot but you just look like you’re making a fool out of yourself. Sorry to end your delusions right here but I don’t want you. I doubt anyone here actually does. Frankly, I wouldn’t touch you even if we were the last two people on earth. “
The room went silent for a moment before the sound of sharp exhales and hushed whispers filled the air. Your face flushed red, the embarrassment mixing with the sting of her words. You had expected a teasing response, not that.
Your brother hushed everyone and urged the game to move on, shooting you an apologetic look. “Alright, let’s keep it moving,” he said.
The game went on but you were still pissed off and fixated on her answer. Several people had their turns but you were too distracted to focus on whatever anyone was doing. The alcohol didn’t help either; if anything, it just intensified your emotions.
Derek must have noticed your agitation because he slid over and handed you a fresh drink, then settled right back beside Paige. You chugged the drink, hoping the alcohol would numb whatever you were feeling.
“Bean, it’s your turn.” One of your brother’s friends nudged you, using the nickname they’d all called you growing up. You sighed and shrugged. You didn’t want to choose truth; honestly, you’d rather drink a shot out of someone’s dirty belly button than answer a question involving Paige.
“Dare,” you said flatly with a shrug.
Everyone seemed disappointed. It seemed like not all of your brother’s friends were over their crush on you like he had predicted; they all wanted to find out who you liked most between them, hoping they’d still have a chance at possibly rekindling a spark.
Derek cleared his throat, drawing everyone’s attention. “I dare you…” he grinned mischievously, “To kiss your brother’s hottest friend.”
Your brother groaned, visibly uncomfortable. “Ew, I don’t wanna see that.”
“Then cover your eyes, fool,” someone chimed in, making everyone laugh.
You glanced around the circle, scanning the faces. Your brother’s friends were, without a doubt, attractive. After all, they were a popular group growing up. But none of them sparked any real interest in you.
You thoroughly looked at the circle of your brother’s friends. A lot of them were actually good-looking. Peter, with his striking blue eyes and dark hair, was the one everyone had a crush on growing up – especially during the era when everyone was obsessed with Logan Lerman – but he just didn’t seem like your type. Tanner was the typical heartthrob jock type but his muscles were too much for your taste. Bethany had also pursued you in high school. You always thought she was kinda cute but you were never actually interested. Then you looked at Derek who always gave a cute puppy boy energy. You never really felt bad rejecting your brother’s friends – a lot of them needed serious humbling – except for Derek. He was always the nicest one among all of them. You bit your lip, scanning the circle once more.
But then, your eyes shifted to Paige.
She was sitting across from you, still wearing that scowl, the one that made her look like she was constantly annoyed by you. She took another swig of her beer, clearly uninterested in the game, but something about her caught your eye. Even though she drove you insane, there was no denying her looks.
Whenever she was around the house growing up, you always felt yourself flush and grow hyperaware of your actions. When she made snarky comments about your slutty outfits, sometimes you couldn’t help but feel pride knowing she was riled up by seeing your body. Even looking at her now made your cheeks flush a bit. You thought maybe it was the annoyance you felt for her but something about her made your heart race in a different way, different from anger.
Then it hit you… is Paige my brother’s hottest friend?
Her eyes, which had been darting around the group, suddenly locked with yours. Her face froze, and you could see something shift behind her eyes. You gave her a small smile, subtle but playful enough for her to notice. She didn’t give anything back – not a scowl or a mutter or even an annoyed look. Paige just stared at you, startled by your fixated gaze.
You slid forward, crawling towards her slowly, the crowd howling in amusement at the unexpected twist. When you stopped right in front of Paige, kneeling in the space in front of her with a playful smirk, she didn’t move. She seemed frozen, the usual fire in her eyes replaced with something unreadable. You bit your lip, deciding to take it a step further.
With a sudden boldness, you reached up and grabbed the collar of her hoodie, pulling her closer to you. The audience’s teasing faded into the background as you closed the space between you. The air felt heavy as you inched closer to her, lips so close that you could feel her heavy breath graze your lips. Paige’s eyes fluttered as she fought to hold onto her usual defiance against you. Her mind screamed at her to push you away, to give you a disgusted look and say something demeaning and rude enough to kill your spirit but she couldn’t bring herself to do so.
Your lips were practically grazing against each other. Paige’s eyes were slowly fluttering, almost closed. Just at the moment that Paige looked like she was about to give in, you pulled back abruptly, your voice low and teasing.
“In your dreams, Buckets.”
Paige blinked, stunned, as she pulled back with a look of confusion flashing across her face. You gave her a mischievous grin, watching her process what just happened. Before she could react, you quickly turned toward Derek, who had been watching the scene unfold with a mix of amusement and surprise.
Without hesitation, you grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into a kiss right in front of Paige. Derek’s eyes widened in shock, too flustered to even respond as you kissed him. Your eyes stayed locked on Paige the entire time, a smirk playing on your lips as you pulled away from Derek.
The crowd howled, amused by what just unfolded in front of their eyes. You made your way back to your seat, playfully wiping your lips with your fingertips as you gave a small eyebrow raise and smirk to Paige who look flustered.
“Bro, look at how red Derek is,” Tanner commented, teasing his friend who was growing shy at the attention.
Your brother laughed. “Now, why does Paige look even redder than Derek?”
Everyone turned their attention to the blonde who looked positively pissed off but undeniably flushed. The group proceeded to tease Paige who had lost all her effortlessly chill demeanour and who couldn’t even make a quip back to all her friends teasing her. She just rolled her eyes and sipped more of her drink.
You got her back and you knew it. You won this time.
The game ended later on and everyone dispersed to play other games or drink some more. After the game, poor Derek had been trying to chat you up only for you to politely decline his advances again. You never really liked him. You just wanted to piss Paige off and he was the most convenient option.
After successfully shrugging off the boy, you decided that you had enough of that night, settling on having one last drink before turning in.
As tou made your way to the kitchen, you caught a glimpse of Paige, hanging around near the counter and chatting up a shorter girl you couldn’t recognize. Paige was smiling drunkenly at the girl as she used one hand to hold the girl’s waist. You rolled your eyes and scoffed as you passed by them, heading to the cooler to fish out a beer.
Paige’s ears rang when she heard you scoff. She turned around and furrowed her eyebrows together to look at you. “What’s your problem?”
You turned to look at her and frowned. “What? I can’t get a drink at my own home now?”
She chuckled dryly. “No, I’m talking about that little scoff when you passed me.” She stepped closer to you, almost forgetting about the girl she was chatting up. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous? I know you got a huge crush on me but —”
“Good night, Paige,” you dismissed her with a sharp tone, grabbing your beer. You shot her a dismissive look before brushing past her. It was almost three in the morning, and between the alcohol and exhaustion, you didn’t have the energy to keep bickering with her.
You took a long swig of your drink as you headed upstairs, the weight of the day pulling you toward your bed. As much as you enjoyed seeing Paige pissed off, tonight wasn’t the night. Besides, you didn’t hate her… well, not enough to waste what little energy you had left.
Paige, however, wasn’t about to let it go. She was practically fuming as she watched you leave, sauntering across the crowd and up the stairs. Her jaw tightened. She hated how nonchalant you seemed, how you dismissed her so easily. She’d wanted you to fight back, to stay and argue with her, to match her energy. Instead, you left her hanging.
She took a sharp swig of her drink. “Hold this,” she muttered to the girl who had been chattering her ear off for the past hour, shoving her beer into her hands without waiting for a response. “I need to go to the bathroom.”
She wasn’t sure what she was going to do, but her feet carried her toward the stairs before she could stop herself. Navigating the house was second nature; it was all still so familiar. The creaky seventh step, the faint scuff marks on the wall, even the patched-up spot in the hallway from the time Luke drunkenly pushed his head through the plaster. So, even if she was plastered, making her way to you was easy. She was convinced she could even do it blindfolded.
When she finally reached your room, she hesitated for only a moment before turning the knob. Unlocked. Typical.
It was dim in your room. All you had on were the fairy lights you had set up in your room from your teenage years. When you heard the faint creak of the door, you quickly grabbed your discarded shirt to cover yourself.
“What the fuck?” you blurted, your voice sharp and unsteady. “Get out!”
You looked over your shoulder, expecting to see your brother or a random drunk. Instead, you saw Paige, standing by your door with a smirk on her face. She didn’t answer right away, instead closing the door behind her with a soft click. Her movements were slow, deliberate. You could tell by her gait and her demeanour that she was drunk.
“Door unlocked, shirt off,” she commented as she continued to slowly walk to you. “Expecting Derek already?”
Your brows furrowed. “What?” you muttered, too tired and tipsy to process her words.
She took another step closer, and then another, her smirk widening. “You look disappointed to see me.” She mumbled. “Just thought you might be expecting someone else.”
“Paige,” you warned, clutching the shirt tighter against your chest. “What are you—”
Before you could finish, she was right in front of you, so close you could feel the heat radiating off her. When you tried to step back, your legs hit the edge of the bed, trapping you.
“God, look at you,” she murmured, her voice low and almost reverent, though her expression was anything but. “I fucking hate that face.”
Her eyes roamed over you, lingering on your collarbones, your bare shoulders. She tilted her head, studying you as if she was a predator ready to pounce on her prey. The smirk on her face grew. You gave her a confused look.
“Don’t look at me like you don’t want this,” she said, her voice dropping. “Like you didn’t want me to follow you up here.”
You shook your head, trying to clear the haze. “You’re drunk. Just… go back to the party, Paige.”
Paige didn’t budge. Instead, her hand slid to your waist, her touch firm but not rough, pulling you closer. “You’re drunk too, babe.” Paige cooed as she pushed her body against yours, closing the space between you two. “I saw the way you looked at me earlier. The way you grabbed me. You want this.”
You tried pushing her away but she stayed put. She was way stronger than you were. “Fuck off, Paige.”
“Now, I didn’t like that trick you played with Derek,” You shivered as she traced the contours of your back with her cold fingertips. “You had me thinking that you really wanted him…”
Paige leaned forward to plant a tender kiss on your neck, just underneath your ear. “But then I saw the look in your eyes when you were teasing me… and no one can feign lust like that.” She whispered before planting another kiss a little lower down your neck, closer to your collarbone. “You can’t deny it.”
You tried to push Paige feebly but her grip was tight on you. She chuckled at your lame attempt. “If you don’t want me, just say so and I’ll fuck off.” She moved away from your neck and flashed a serious look at you, tilting your head up so that you would be looking her in the eyes.
Her lips curled into a small smirk, waiting for you to say something. “But we both know you won’t say that.”
“I know you want me to make you feel good.” She leaned forward, closer to your ear again. Her breath tickled your neck. “And I can make you feel good. I’m so fucking sure of that.”
Her closeness, the warmth of her breath against the crook of your ear, the intoxicating smell of her perfume – it was driving you insane. Paige looked at you, waiting for you to give in. She leaned in even closer causing you to gasp as your eyes fluttered. Yet, you said nothing still.
“Fucking knew it.”
And just like that, Paige was pulling you close, crashing your lips together. She grabbed your shirt from your hands and discarded it, freeing your hands so you could hold on to her as you kissed her with reciprocated hunger and desperation. Paige impatiently guided you to your bed, crawling on top of you, not allowing her lips to leave yours.
You’ve kissed a few people before but no one kissed like Paige. She kissed like she was devouring you, desperate and needy. Her lips were constantly battling against yours as if wanting to assert her dominance over you.
Overwhelmed by the intensity of it all, you gasped for air. Paige’s lips then took refuge from your lips to your delicate neck. You moaned as her lips wrapped around the edge of your collarbones, sucking and biting them with her warm mouth. There was no doubt that she left a mark.
Her hands made their way to your chest, cupping you with her long fingers. She hummed under her breath as she pulled away from you. She bit her lip as she looked at the soft flesh in between her hands, squeezing them slightly. Paige sighed. “Fuck, they’re prettier than I imagined.”
She leaned forward, wrapping a mouth around your erect nipple. You moaned as soon as you felt the warmth of her mouth wrapped around you as she started sucking. She kept a hand on the other breast, using her fingers to alternate between rubbing and pinching them. It felt so good that you were unconsciously grinding your core against the knee she slotted in between your legs.
“F-fuck, Paige,” you breathed out at the feeling. “Feels so good…”
She chuckled at your reaction, clearly amused by your reaction. You moaned again as soon as her tongue pressed against your nipple, drawing circles with the tip.
Her free hand moved down and gripped your waist, holding you down as you squirmed with pleasure underneath her. Soon, her hand found its way under your skirt, pressing her fingers against your core. You could feel her mouth curl up into a smile against your chest.
“Wet already? And for me?” She chuckled. “Thought you hated my guts.”
You moaned under your breath as she pressed two fingers firmly against your clothed wetness. “You’re so fucking annoying,” she mumbled before capturing your breast with her mouth again. “Makes me wanna fuck you even more.”
You whimpered as you felt two of her fingers rub circles against your clothed, throbbing cunt. You felt conflicted and confused. Paige always disliked you; she was always rude and crass towards you.
Yet, here she was, just a thin fabric away from taking you completely.
“You want more, babe?” She moved her mouth nearer to your ear, planting kisses on your jawline. “Tell me you want me… as much as I want you.”
Before you could even respond, she pressed harder against you, causing you to moan out loud. You furrowed your eyebrows together, overwhelmed by the sensation. You nodded your head as you bit your lower lip.
“Use your words, baby.” Her breath warm against your ear.
“Paige, I w-want — fuck!” Her fingers pressed harder against your clit, sending a small wave of pleasure, enough to distract you.
“Come on, you can do it…” She teased. “Beg for me.”
“Paige, please… I want you. Please.” You begged immediately, whimpering under your breath. You fluttered your eyes and bit your lower lip as you stared up at the blonde girl with her half-lidded eyes and eager lips. “I want you, Paige.”
She smiled, pleased by your reaction. Seeing you that desperate for her and hearing you say those words… it felt a thousand times better than the time she made you cry when she pulled on your pigtails. A million times better than seeing you get riled up when she made snarky comments. Infinitely better than fucking any other girl ever.
“Please, Paige… please, baby. I need you.” Your voice came out so soft and needy that it practically trembled. The sweetness of it made Paige freeze for a moment, her jaw tightening. Normally, she’d crack a joke or tease you for acting so cutesy, but now? Now it just drove her feral.
She leaned in, brushing her lips against your jaw in a fleeting kiss before sliding your soaked underwear down in one swift motion. A shiver ran through you as the cool air met your bare skin, quickly replaced by the overwhelming heat of her touch. You silently thanked the loud music thumping and the sound of the drunken chatter downstairs, masking the sound that escaped your lips when Paige slipped two of her fingers inside you.
Her fingers were much longer than yours, reaching way deeper than you ever could with your own fingers. The sensation of her digits burying deep inside and the feeling of her weight on top of you — it had you grabbing onto her wide shoulders, burying your face in the crook of her neck as she relentlessly pounded into you. You wrapped your legs around her, holding on tightly as if she was a lifeline
"God, you're so fucking wet," Paige growled, her voice low and rough. She bit her lip, watching the way your hips bucked against her hand without any restraint. "Look at you. Grinding on me like this. Fucking desperate, aren't you?"
You felt your cheeks burn as she said it. The feeling of humiliation and arousal swirled in your body, leaving you breathless. You tightened your hold around her neck, moaning into her skin.
“Fuck, you really must be a slut,” Paige said through gritted teeth, her tone teasing but sharp. “This fucking wet and submissive for someone you don’t even like? I make you feel that good, huh?”
You ignored her, continuing to savor the feeling of her fingers curling in with every thrust. ButPaige grew frustrated as you failed to answer her questions.
“Fucking answer me.” She said through gritted teeth as she began to fuck you even deeper, slamming her fingers from the knuckles to the tips with every thrust.
Her words pushed you off the edge, groaning as she said it. It wasn’t just arousal; it was frustration. You were enjoying having her touch you like that but Paige always had to be Paige. She always knew how to fuck up a perfectly good moment with her big mouth.
“You don’t get to talk to me like that,” you spat out shakily, trying to catch your breath as her fingers plowed you. “S-so fucking obnoxious.”
Paige's lips curved into a wicked smirk, her fingers not slowing down for a second. "Yeah? Keep running that mouth, baby," she taunted, her voice dripping with arrogance. "I fucking dare you.”
Just as your lips parted again, Paige pressed harder against you, now pressing her thumb on your clit as she continued to curl her fingers inside you. Her lips found their way back to your neck, wrapping her mouth around the tender flesh before eagerly sucking. You let out a loud moan as you felt her teeth slowly sink into your flesh. Not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to leave a nasty bruise.
“Paige!” Her name slipped out of your mouth loudly before you could even think about it. “Fuck!”
Her chest grew warm at the sound of her name coming out of your mouth. She inched away from you again, looking at you vulnerable under her touch. She bit her lip as her eyes looked at your face. That fucking pretty face.
“Say my name again,” She ordered in a quiet, low tone. “I want to hear you say it.”
Your eyes fluttered open, slightly glazed. Your lips curled in between your teeth as you saw the hunger in Paige’s eyes.
“C’mon, baby.” She whispered, pressing a kiss on your cheek. “I’ll make you feel even better if you do.”
A shaky breath escaped your lips as you furrowed your eyebrows together once more, still overwhelmed by the sensation of her touch. Growing impatient, she pulled out her fingers before roughly inserting them back inside of you, curling them inward to press against your most sensitive spot.
You moaned out, arching your hips causing her fingers to bury themselves deeper into your g-spot. “Paige!”
“Good girl.” She smirked before swiftly moving down you, slotting her head in between your legs. She wasted no time, sticking her tongue inside your wet folds.
The slick and warm sensation caused you to arch your back, pressing yourself against her. You cursed out loud as you felt her move her tongue inside you. Your hands gripped her head, pushing her closer to your warmth.
“God yes, keep fucking me with your tongue, please.” You gyrated your hips against her mouth, practically riding her face.
Paige slowly moved up, taking her tongue out from inside of you before wrapping her mouth around your clit. Her mouth was impatient, sucking and flicking her tongue against you with a relentless hunger. She hummed against your core, obviously pleased with your reaction.
You barely had time to completely adjust to the new sensation of her mouth on you. Paige was already teasing your entrance with her fingertips again, getting them wet with your slick. She hummed in delight as she felt more of your nectar drip from your core as she continued to use her tongue to draw shapes against your clit.
A whispered chain of incoherent curse words and please’s escaped your lips as you felt her finger enter you at an excruciatingly slow pace. You reached your hands down, trying to grab her own to shove it back in you already but Paige refused to let you get what you wanted that easily.
You whimpered as soon as Paige inserted two of her fingers inside you again. The joint sensation of her digits filling you and her warm mouth pleasuring your clit was enough to drive you absolutely insane. The blonde girl moved with such precision and skill; it felt like she already memorized how to make you feel good without having done so before.
Paige practically moaned feeling your walls clench around her and her face get even more soaked with your slick. It didn’t help that such sweet moans and whimpers filled the room, causing her to feel even more aroused. She pushed against the hood of your clit with her mouth, allowing her tongue better access to lick the most sensitive parts of your clit.
It didn’t take long until you were feeling the pleasure inside you build up, working towards the peak. It felt like every muscle in your body was contracting and tense as Paige picked up the pace with both her fingers and her tongue.
“Fuck!” You moaned out as the sensation grew more and more intense. “Paige, I’m going to — I’m gonna —”
Before you could even finish your sentence, you stiffened up before melting into your bed as the waves of pleasure rippled through your body. Your brain felt empty, devoid and incapable of thought as you allowed yourself to enjoy the feeling. You were already drunk a while ago but now, you felt completely and utterly intoxicated with pleasure.
You couldn’t think, couldn’t even move. You felt frozen until Paige collapsed onto the bed beside you, the mattress dipping under her weight. Her chest rose and fell in rhythm with yours, both of you still catching your breath. For a moment, the room was quiet except for the muffled music from downstairs and the sound of your heart pounding in your ears.
You turned your head to look at her. The soft glow of the lights traced her profile, highlighting the sharp lines of her jaw and the curve of her lips. The way the warm light caressed her pale skin made your chest tighten. You swallowed hard, trying to make sense of what just happened, of how everything between you had unravelled so quickly.
“Paige, why did—”
“No,” she interrupted, dismissing your question before you even had the chance to answer it. The words hung heavy in the air as she stared straight ahead at the ceiling. Her lips parted like she wanted to say more, but instead, she let out a shaky breath.
Finally, she turned her head, her eyes locking onto yours. “I don’t wanna talk about it right now.”
You blinked, confused. “Oh…”
Paige closed her eyes for a moment, exhaling deeply. You could see it — how the realization of what just happened was crashing down on her, the same way it was on you. The heat, the urgency, the way you’d both given in so completely to something unspoken—it was all so raw, so real. It was as if you both were sobering up.
“I don’t wanna talk about it,” she repeated, but it sounded more like she was convincing herself than you. Her voice cracked slightly. “This never happened.”
Her words hit you like a slap in the face. You stared at her, searching her face for any sign of hesitation, for something that might soften the blow. But she didn’t waver.
“Okay,” you finally said, your voice barely audible. You nodded, more to yourself than to her. “It never happened.”
The silence between you was deafening. You both stayed like that, lying side by side, staring at each other without speaking. You tried to study her face, her microexpressions… but there was nothing you could decipher. It seemed like she set her walls back up as soon as she could.
Eventually, Paige sat up, her movements slow and deliberate. She reached for her phone which she accidentally dropped on the floor earlier, the faint glow from the screen lighting her face for a moment. She didn’t look back as she stood up and made her way to the door.
The door clicked shut behind her, and you let out a long, unsteady breath. You stared at the ceiling, feeling an unfamiliar, icky feeling settle into your chest. The horrible sensation started to spread and fester inside of you like a parasite or a disease.
You knew you fucked up, allowing all of that to happen. But what could you do about it now? It was done and no amount of regret could undo it. There was a line you two never seemed to cross but now… you just erased that line altogether.
You took a deep breath and sighed. “Fuck.”
a/n: i’m back from my long break! still having a major writer’s block so no futfem or alexia fanfics yet. idk why but writing this paige fic is surely helping me get back into writing in general. this is my first time writing for a non-football player and mostly a result of me getting a crush on her after my other friends started making me watch her play lmao. idk if i will write more for her soon since i’m not really an avid basketball fan but who knows?
not sure if there'll be a part 2 but just in case, i'll add it to the masterlist!
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Can i request the hidden baby/ wife trope for paige? Like ppl only find out bc they catch page somewhere in Dallas with her family
𖥻 ALL SHE COULD, ALL SHE CAN. paige bueckers x wife!reader
synopsis: paige does all she can so god can do all she can’t.
notes: REBLOGS APPRECIATED MORE THAN LIKES. comments appreciated more than LIKES. hey… hey y’all… i’m back… hi nonnie, i hope you don’t mind i turned your request into a 2.4k word fic! this details how you got engaged to paige -> how the marriage was -> how she got you pregnant in the first place and the overall privacy around those events -> how that privacy was broken! guys ima be rwal i complerely projected. like i read this fic and i see my future slightly
cw: commitment for my queens with the commitment issues, pregnancy, nothing else i suppose— i was lowkey just projecting my indescribable urge to have a baby and be a wife to my future woman, i heard paige say that she did all she could so god could do all she couldn’t and i just ran w it, wife!reader, WIFE!READER IS DEVOTED TO PAIGE, uconn AND dallas wings paige. these bitches inLOVE
Paige did all she could, so God could do all she couldn’t.
Paige, having been dating you long enough to the point she knew you were here to stay, did not want you to lose what she already did: the luxury of privacy. So, when she came to you with a ring (because she would not have you be ‘just a girlfriend’ when she wanted you pregnant with her baby), she did it quiet.
It wasn’t even outside. It was inside, with your leg draped over hers, and your forearm over your eyes as you tried to take an impromptu screen break because paige decided to scare you saying that your orbital would fracture from too much staring at your screen. she couldn’t believe you actually got scared, but she remembers being thankful for how gullible you were. it gave her the perfect opportunity.
She pulled the velvet box out of her sweatpants, called your name once, then twice, then three times—“come onnn,” she drawled, “i was literally joking.”
“I’m still horrified.” you murmured, before slowly removing your arm, blinking a few times to readjust to the bright light. then, you sat up.
And Paige was there, with that velvet box wide open, and a ring with a rock so big you thought you saw god. most importantly, was that there was a huge smile on her face—pearly whites all on display, as if you didn’t jump out the couch you were both on, gasping so audibly your voice cracked.
Paige proposed to you in the middle of her apartment back at uconn, in the middle of a random tuesday that somehow became your favorite date—in sweatpants and a uconn sweater. you were both barefaced, there was no photographer, there was no other witness, there was no other person— there was only you two.
That was the most intimate thing about it.
The privacy of the engagement wasn’t planned in the way that Paige wanted this one moment to be private— no, she wanted everything under wraps. for all the right reasons, too.
To the world, she was Paige Bueckers— all rounder, all rounded, all around beloved superstar athlete—and to you, she was paige. Paigey, sometimes. Madison when she was being a little bitch, because you knew she always got a bit icked out due to how little that name was used. She was just P, and she was just yours.
She wanted to keep the her that you had away from the hands that already took every other piece she had of herself.
The last piece was her heart, bruised and beaten yet still beating, and still warm—because for aslong as you held it, as long as you kept it, it was safe.
The wedding was a private affair. Young as you two were, she couldn’t have anyone speaking out and questioning her decision to marry you, when your presence in her life was not something she, herself, questioned at all. she remembers it like it was yesterday—it was before the sun set; not too long before it to miss the opportunity for a great shot, but also not too soon — also for the sake of not missing a great shot. Paige remembers; it was one of the days in her life that went according to plan—and even better—went perfectly. you two kissed, and the sun set, and the sky was a mix of oranges, slight yellows and pinks and azzi pulled the officiant by her wrist to make sure she didn’t photobomb the moment the photographer snapped that perfect shot. it was perfect.
that day was perfect.
You were perfect. You are perfect, still, to paige. You will be perfect forever.
Paige did all she could, so God could do all she couldn’t.
She said that to herself when she paid for you to undergo IVF treatment. She said that to herself when she started taking hormone injections, commiting to the ovarian stimulation for fourteen days so that she’d be able to have them transferred and combined with a sperm donor’s— so that once all that lab work was done, the embryo would be transferred into your uterus. Paige did all she could so God could do all she couldn’t.
She did all she could during the nine months of your pregnancy; she didn’t ‘deal’ with you, she cherished you. She cherished every little act of servitude she could bring you so as to ease the struggles of your pregnancy, even by a little bit, and when you cried—she soothed. She did all she could so God could do all she couldn’t.
She did all she could to make sure no one was sure of you. Your existence, technically. She hid you as best as she could because if the media found out she was engaged, in the process of getting her girl PREGNANT, and wanted to stay quiet about it? Fuck no, hello? She’d be finished—news outlets wouldn’t leave her alone at all; people would bash her for hiding so much from them (as if they had any right to know), and the most teeth-gritting truth? They’d ask about you. You and your—her— child. They wouldn’t even ask, they’d take.
Whenever Paige thinks of such dire consequences, she thinks of one tiktok sound—‘I would rather shit in my hands. and clap.’
Paige did all she could, so God could do all she couldn’t.
The days you were in labor scared her shitless, and with away games on her schedule at the same time you were set to be due, and an endorsement she had yet to film— she had to, regretfully, put you on a balance scale.
Or, she thought she had to.
Then you delivered the baby early. Paige was scared shitless, eyes wide and bulging out everytime you squeezed her hand—everytime you screamed, her ears rung, and despite how overwhelming it was she knew whatever she felt didn’t amount to the way you felt that entire pregnancy. so, inbetween your cries of pain and the bone-breaking squeezes of your hand, she thought to herself: My wife is giving me new life. My wife is giving me new life. My wife is giving me new life. My wife is giving me new life.
Paige had received many honors and accolades through her years, and yet the greatest achievement she’s ever had was to be worthy enough to keep you—
And when she held your child in her hands, and the child had her eyes and what she believed to be your smile—she thought, reverently,
‘My wife gave me new life’.
New life.
A child.
You have children now.
Children should be cherished. Loved. Protected.
Children should be protected, even if it takes hiding them from the world, loving them so quietly only they can hear it, because they are all that matter.
You knew who you married.
Before anything else, you knew paige would prioritize your privacy. you trusted her with this type of thing— coming from where you came from, doing what you did, the sense of normalcy that you still held—you understood how despite how mundane it was to you, to Paige it was something you couldn’t lose.
So, you dealt with all her security measures. the separate cars, exiting and entering the same place at different times, picking things up separately, doing things separate in general—you dealt with it all, because you knew you would never truly be separated. Not while you had such a hold on her heart, and not while you held her baby.
Moving to dallas was a tough decision as is, with the risk of fans seeing you together and the thought that they’d see you as an obstacle— because you knew. You knew how many women would lay their life down for a chance to date your wife—and if they were willing to lay down their own lives? Lord knows what they’d do with yours.
It happened in a Target parking lot. Paige was loading your groceries into the trunk, and you were doing your damndest to be as fast as possible trying to get your squirmy child into their carseat. This wasn’t a common thing— usually you’d be in the far corner of the parking lot, away from prying eyes because no one wanted to park that far—but today wasn’t your day. Too many people had decided that on this particular day they would go grocery shopping, and the moment you and paige saw an open parking spot you immediately went for it. The problem was that you had to get in and out as fast as possible.
Your baby’s seatbelt buckled the same time Paige closed the trunk…
And the same time Paige closed the trunk was the same time someone snapped a photo with a flash on.
“…What the fuck?” Paige cursed, as you froze dead in your tracks. It was so quick. Too quick. The person turned before you saw them despite your efforts to whip your head every possibly direction— all you saw was a whole lot of nothing, and also the end of your private life. Paige, on the other hand? Saw failure.
She was about to walk away from the car, about to hunt down whoever did it, but it was you who stopped her. You, and the extra pressure from your ring finger. You, her wife. “Paige,” you whispered, quietly, voice shaken but strong: “Paige, just get in the car.”
Paige did all she could, so God could do all she couldn’t.
They took a photo of you and the baby. Of her loading the groceries into the trunk with the ring gleaming proudly on her ring finger.
And God, it seems, did not interfere.
You raced home with the baby masked up and your face covered by a sun visor. Paige gripped the steering wheel so tight her knuckles were about to split open had you not placed your palm ontop of them. “This is bad.” Paige whispered, breaking the uncomfortable silence between the two of you. It was a red light, but she almost ran it— thats usually what can happen when your entire life is at risk. “My God, this is so, so bad—“ she continued, choking on her own spit.
“What do you suppose we do about it? It’s already been done. We don’t know if it’ll get leaked, honey. Some people have morals.” You tried to reason knowing it was to no avail, because all you aimed for was to lighten the load Paige had (which was already so heavy. too heavy, even). “They might’ve taken the picture to—“
“To what?” Paige interrupted through grit teeth, her tone still gentle in contrast to the rage you could tell was simmering off of her. Before anything else, you were her wife. She would not be caught dead raising her voice at you unless it was to call you over, because you were too far away. “To what?” She repeated, “There’s no other reason why. They’re going to — they’re going to leak it. Our baby, and you, and I— they’re going to leak us—you wouldn’t go a day without someone trying to ambush you, baby,” her tone was heated, her eyes wild, so wide they shook and for a moment you saw them flicker with what you mistook for a last shred of hope.
You tried to speak. You couldn’t.
“You and the baby need to move back to Connecticut.”
Your ears began ringing. Your heart’s sinking to your stomach, beating so fast you were sure you’d explode if you didn’t—
“…What?” You muttered, frozen.
… If you didn’t speak. Alas, that one word was all you could muster.
“You and the baby need to move back to Connecticut. I can’t risk anything, baby. i’m not risking you. I’ll visit every weekend, I’ll send you money, I’ll facetime—“
No.
No, no, no, that’s not how it goes, that’s not what you want.
It doesn’t matter what you might ‘need’, it doesn’t matter—
“Absolutely fucking not.”
You speak before you think. Your voice is so firm, so resolute, that Paige pauses.
Green light. The cars start moving, and you start speaking. Paige’s eyes are on the road now. Her mind is still on you.
“Paige.” you begin, “Paige, you gave me your last name. You gave me a ring. You gave me a house, a home, you give me extra space in the bed, you give me two extra house keys just incase I lose my main one— Paige, you gave me a baby.” You snap, but there is no yelling. There’s only you choking on your tears and the last shred of peace that is your baby sleeping behind the two of you in the backseat.
Car drives always were peaceful to your little miracle.
It’s a redlight, now. Paige doesn’t look at you. She looks straight ahead. Her forearms are resting on top of the wheel and she is staring straight ahead, and you both know shes not watching the road.
“Goddamn it, Paige,” You mutter. “You gave me your heart. I’m not letting go of something so precious.”
Your hand is on top of hers. Your rings press against eachother and you swear you see her shiver. You continue.
“I am your wife, Paige. I am not— I am never, going to leave you.”
Paige finally looks at you, and there are tears running down her face.
“Are you sure?” She asks, voice cracking.
“Yes.” You answer, and there is no hesitation.
Her hands are on your cheeks, her lips are on yours, and your foreheads press together— and the traffic light is green.
and honks be damned, Paige doesn’t go immediately.
A week later, the photo is leaked. Fortunately, you don’t get the outcome you expected.
The poster is bashed for their audacity to interfere with a celebrity’s private life, and you both watch in a sort of cruel delight as they get what they are due: a dent in their digital footprint, and a frighteningly concerning amount of cyberbullies.
Nothing of your identity is leaked. Paige is able to resume her rookie year smoothly, with the same incompetent coach unfortunately. You continue your duties as per usual, and the baby— still so little—sleeps to both of your voices—Paige’s, sometimes through a phone call, but she’s always there.
People speak, but never ask.
Paige is content with this. She thanks her fans for their respect, although it’s meant to be expected, and she promises—as she always does— to do all she can, so that God can do what she can’t.
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SUMMARY: Hard launching your relationship with Paige Bueckers on court after a good game.
WARNINGS: Second person point of view, fluff, light kissing, and cheerleader reader.
The loud ring filling the basketball court, UConn winning once again. Each fan cheering and screaming in their seats.
You on other hand are cheering on the sideline, moving your pompoms in the air as you’re screaming “Let’s go Huskies! Woo woo!”
A wave of people rush on court, hugging each other and screaming.
You feel a gaze on you as you’re cheering, your eyes immediately tracing down the person who’s looking at you— Paige.
You feel giddy as you make eye contact, giving her a wide smile, shaking your pompoms. As you do, she mouths “Come over here” while waving her hand over.
You rush over, weaving your way through the crowd as you grip your pompoms.
As soon as you get in close enough proximity she brings you into a hug, a tight hug as her arms wrap around your waist.
“Paige..what about the cameras?” You whisper, wrapping your arms around her neck as you tighten the hug.
Paige shakes her head, giving you light kisses. “It’s fine, who cares.” She murmurs in between her kisses.
You nod as a light blush creeps on your face, you finally return her kisses, giving her a quick but genuine kiss on her cheek.
After a minute of you two together, a wave of cameras and interviewers circle around you.
Paige let’s go of the hug, but keeping her arms wrapped around her waist; not caring anymore.
As she answers questions your gaze is locked onto her, your mind buzzing from excitement. Everything else around you two a blur, just you and Paige.
my first paige blurb! hope you guys like it!
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lil Paige one shot
im bored rn || request are open!
also yes ik none of this is accurate probs but pls dont judge.
pairing - Paige Bueckers x y/n reader
summary - you and Paige are "close" fiends and the fans are suspicious especially seeing you guys interact on Kk's live
warnings - none just pure fluff and clingy Paige
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Looking over at KK and Ice who had stopped arguing long enough to finally start the live. You went over to them and say hi to the people.
A string of comments rolled in asking how you were and how your test went last week. Even though you weren't on the team you were always with them, on lives, in posts, anywhere.
'Y/N OMG MY QUEEN HOW WAS YOUR TEST?'
'I LOVE Y/N'
'y/n you're so pretty ilyyy'
'Y/N Y/N Y/N'
'y/n apartment tour??'
'oh to be y/n'
you always loved reading comments. they were mostly kind to you and people were pretty funny. You would especially laugh when they realized Paige was there and start thirsting over her. I mean they weren't wrong about what they were saying about her.
Distracted while reading comments you didn't even notice the fact Paige was there you until she came up and wrapped her arms around your waist hugging you from behind putting her face in your neck.
"hey ma" she said into your neck that nickname had you weak although you tired your best to hide it.
Paige loved having her head in your neck or lying on you. Ever since the first time she fell asleep in 2 seconds after laying her head in your lap she decided that leaning her head on you was the best place in the world. Only for her though.
You didn't know it but whenever your other friends would get overly touchy with you it would make her so incredibly jealous. She would make it her mission to never leave you alone long enough for the to happen but thats a story for another time.
"Hey lil Paigey" you said teasingly to her. You called her a lot of nicknames but that one was always so funny to you and it was your favorite. Paige just hummed in response taking a deep breath still in her same position.
"you okay?" you asked quieter and with a little concern as she normally had so much energy but it seamed like right now all she wanted to do was be held (by you).
"dont worry y/n she's just tired from practice" Ice said.
"yeah a certain P Boogers forgot to set an alarm and showed up late to practice so coach made her do suicides" Kk said laughing a bit as they've all been there in the past and tease each other whenever something like this happens.
"broooo" Paige said finally looking up at KK and Ice. They both laugh at their teammate knowing its not serious and go back to answering comments from the live. So you go to do the same.
'is it just me or is Paige always touching y/n'
'I NEED PAIGE AND Y/N TO DATE'
'PAIGE IS SO FINE OMG'
'nah y/n and Paige need to just admit it atp'
'KK ILYYYYY'
'they never beating the allegations'
'PAIGE IS SO CUTE OMFG'
'I need to know what Geno said to Paige when she got there late'
As you scan through the comment you just laugh slightly and shake your head. One particularly got you to actually let out a laugh and you read it out loud.
"read these comments and found out they AREN'T tg??" just making you giggle again.
"sorry to break it to you guys but me and Paige are not dating she's just a little clingy" you say ending the sentence looking over at the blonde girl who is still wrapped around you.
While your speaking Kk moves to sit on the floor going to start on her legos but not before turning the camera to face you, Paige, and Ice
"I think it's more than a little at this point" Ice said looking at the two of you.
Before you can reply you're being pulled back the other side of the couch. You let yourself be dragged by Paige having an idea of what she wants. She sits you both down on the couch and goes to hug your waist again immediately collapsing into you like you knew she probably had been wanting to.
Kk and Ice look over and shake their heads at their teammate who is gripping onto you like a koala right now and Kk catching it all on camera
"alright maybe its more then a little but I don't mind" You say looking back at Ice while your hands slowly start running up and down Paiges back making their way under her hoodie to do so like you've done a million times
you've all forget about the live that Kk has currently propped up to face the three of you
"oh we know you don't" Ice replies with the biggest smirk ever
thats when you guys all remember your one live so when you look at the screen you already know all the comments are going to be about you and Paige
Kk tosses you the phone and you catch it now holding it so the screen looks like a FaceTime
you read though the comment and reply to as many as you can
'are you and Paige dating?' "no guys we are not dating just really good friends" you say with a soft smile looking down at her half asleep with her face in your chest
'idk if I wanna be y/n or Paige in this situation'
'PAIGE IS TOO CUTE OMFG'
'Y/N UR SO PRETTY ILYYYY'
'y/n and Paige deniers real quiet rn'
'Paige and Y/n are meant for each other'
'PAIGE AND Y/N SUPREMACY'
"listen guys if you've never cuddled with friends you're missing out just saying" you say with a shrug moving the camera to Paige knowing thats who most people wanna see anyway
"Paige anything you wanna say?" you say in a different tone knowing that everyone could probably hear the smile you have while talking to her. Because yes you did like Paige but you weren't sure if she liked you.
"Nah y/n right we just friends.. and I had a long day" Paige says turning her head so only half of it is against you now
"what's that thing called love-smth with like 5 different ones?" She asks you moving her head so her chin in now resting against you scooting up so your faces are closer and you're looking right at each other (with heart eyes coming from both of you)
"5 love languages?"
"mhm those isn't one of em touch or sum shit?" Paige asks you making sure she's right and once you nod she moves back to using you like a pillow and facing the screen again
"Yeah so I think its just that me and y/n both like the physical touch one so thats why we like this" Paige said to the fans knowing thats not the real reason she's so clingy with you
all you do is hum in response and begin playing with Paiges hair while she talks to the live
this goes on for a couple minutes until you hear Paiges talking slowing down and see her struggling to keep her eyes open
You take this as a sign that it might be time to end the live as Ice has gone to her room and Kk is locked in on the legos she's building
you take the phone from Paige and she mumbles a sleepy "thank you ma"
"alright guys we're all a little tired so ima end the live. We love you guys bye!" you say finally ending the live and tossing the phone back to Kk
Paige shift on top of you trying to get comfortable and as always she ends up with her head in the crook of you neck and her hands find their way to your hips under your hoodie
"I got you p just go to sleep" you say quietly in her ear as her breathing slows down and her eyes flutter shut
once the words leave your lips you can feel your own body relaxing further into the couch and let yourself fall asleep with her as well knowing that when you wake up there will be countless photos of you both circulating the gc and possibly their stories
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Title: Let Me Sleep


Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader
Fandom: UConn’s women’s basketball
Rating : General Audiences
Word Count: 2.7k
Summary: is sleep too much to ask for…
Paige Bueckers is the human equivalent of a golden retriever. Loud, affectionate, and seemingly immune to exhaustion. I, on the other hand, am not.
This becomes a problem every weekend when she didn’t have practice or games, she wakes up at the ass crack of dawn, blasting music or throwing herself on top of me to get me out of bed. It’s also a problem late at night, when my only goal is to shower and pass out, but she and our friends have other plans—like tonight.
After an exhausting volleyball practice and an eight-hour shift at work, all I wanted was silence, a warm shower, and sleep. I walked into our apartment fully prepared to collapse face-first into the mattress.
But instead, I was met with chaos.
Paige, KK, Ice, Jana, and Aubrey were gathered in the living room, the glow of a ring light illuminating their faces as they talked animatedly to one of the phones propped up in front of them.
They were on live. Of course.
“Baby!” Paige practically launched herself off the couch when she saw me, nearly tripping over her laptop charger in the process. “You’re home!”
“Yeah,” I muttered, voice heavy with exhaustion as I dropped my bag by the door. “Unfortunately.”
KK snorted. “Oh nah, she’s on her last leg.”
“I am,” I confirmed, rubbing my eyes. “Why are y’all screaming?”
Aubrey grinned. “We’re debating self-defense moves.”
Ice held up a Lego set. “And building this.”
I blinked. “…What?”
“They’re gonna try the moves on each other,” Jana explained with a shake of her head. “And Ice is building a house. With me.”
“Multitasking,” Ice said proudly.
I sighed, already regretting my life choices. “I’m going to bed.”
Paige pouted. “Noooo, don’t leave me.”
I gave her a blank stare. “Paige, I just worked for eight hours after a full morning practice. I want to sleep.”
“You can sleep here.” She tugged at my wrist. “C’mon, I promise I’ll be quiet.”
“Now that’s a damn lie,” I deadpanned.
The live chat must have heard because the comments started flying:
“She already knows Paige be lying, LMAOO.”
“Nah, you should sleep there just to prove how done you are.”
“Golden retriever gf and black cat gf fr, fr.”
“It’s giving y/n is a single mother rn.”
Paige ignored them, pulling me toward the couch and plopping back down with her laptop. “Here, cuddle me so you’ll be comfy.”
I was too tired to argue, so I let her maneuver me onto her lap, arms loosely wrapped around her shoulders as she settled back against the couch.
The moment my head hit her shoulder, I was gone.
I woke up to muffled voices, but I barely registered them.
Paige’s arms were still wrapped securely around me, her warmth cocooning me in a way that made it impossible to move. I buried my face deeper into her hoodie, inhaling the familiar scent of her detergent.
Somewhere in the background, KK’s voice rang out. “Wait, wait—yo, the chat is killing me right now.”
I frowned, cracking an eye open. Paige was still typing on her laptop, completely unfazed by whatever was happening. KK, Ice, Jana, and Aubrey were still talking animatedly to the iPad.
They were still on live.
I groaned softly, shifting against Paige. “Y’all are seriously still streaming?”
Paige rubbed my back absentmindedly. “Mhm.”
Jana smirked. “The chat’s been going crazy over you.”
I frowned. “What?”
KK cackled, reading out comments.
“She deadass knocked out while they screaming their lungs out over Legos and self-defense.”
“Bro, she’s strong cause I could nevaaa.”
“Paige, she’s sooo done with y’all.”
“It’s giving power couple.”
“They’re gonna make edits of them, I just know it.”
I groaned again, squeezing my eyes shut. “I hate all of you.”
“Love you too, baby,” Paige cooed, pressing a kiss to my temple.
The chat exploded.
“PAIGE PLSSS.”
“She’s so whipped.”
“Nah, I need me a Paige.”
“Paige doing work with y/n in her lap gives.. a single mother vibes.”
“Somebody que up Reba McEntire.”
I sighed, too tired to care. “I’m going back to sleep.”
Paige chuckled. “Go ahead, baby. I got you.”
And just like that, I was out again—chaos and all.
Sometime later—maybe an hour, maybe longer—I woke up to the sensation of being lifted. Paige’s arms were steady as she carried me toward our bedroom, her steps careful despite how exhausted she had to be by now.
“Mm,” I mumbled sleepily, cracking my eyes open just enough to see her face. “Live’s finally over?”
She smiled down at me, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Yeah, baby. Got my homework turned in on time, too.”
I hummed in approval, letting my head rest against her shoulder as she set me down on the bed and pulled the blankets over me. The room was dim, the soft glow from the hallway light casting a shadow across her face.
“Hold on, ma,” she murmured before disappearing into the kitchen. A minute later, she returned with my cup, filled to the brim with ice water. She set it down on my nightstand, her fingers brushing against my forehead as she leaned in. “So you don’t wake up thirsty.”
I blinked up at her, my heart doing an annoying little flip at how effortlessly sweet she was. “You’re the best.”
Paige smirked. “I know.”
I reached out, grabbing her wrist before she could turn away. “Come lay down.”
She hesitated. “I’m not really sleepy yet.”
“Don’t care.” I tugged her toward the bed. “Just come cuddle.”
That was all the convincing she needed. Paige climbed in beside me, her arm slipping under my waist as I curled into her side.
“Okay, but what are we watching?” she asked, grabbing the remote.
I thought for a second before grinning. “Turn on something from Disney Jr.”
Paige gave me a look. “You deadass?”
I nodded. “Yep. Something nostalgic. We can make fun of it while we watch.”
She rolled her eyes, but the fondness in her expression was undeniable. A few moments later, the familiar theme song of Little Einsteins filled the room. I snorted.
Paige smirked. “Classic.”
For the next hour, we laid there, half-watching, half-talking about our day. I told her about how my legs were still sore from practice, how I nearly cussed out a customer at work, and how I saw a dog that reminded me of her on my way home.
She told me about her classes, the new drill Coach Geno had them running, and how she was convinced Ice was going to drop out of school and become a full-time Lego builder.
By the time the clock hit 4 a.m., our words had slowed, our sentences broken by long stretches of silence. Paige’s fingers traced lazy circles against my back, her breath warm against my temple.
“You tired now?” I murmured.
She exhaled softly. “Yeah, baby.”
I nuzzled into her chest. “Finally.”
She chuckled, pressing a lingering kiss to my forehead. “Goodnight, ma.”
“‘Night, Paigey.”
And just like that, we drifted off, tangled in each other, with Little Einsteins still playing in the background.
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can you write reader x paige where it’s the first time reader has used strap? p and r have been dating a while but have never used it. one day paige brings it out and reader tells her she’s never done it before and p takes really good care of her /being really gentle and sweet ?? thank you!
new with you



SYNOPSIS: in an intimate and tender moment, paige surprises you with a strap she’s been thinking about using, offering it as something new to explore together—not out of need, but trust. nervous but curious, you agree. the experience is slow, gentle, and full of care, with paige guiding you patiently and lovingly. afterward, wrapped in each other’s arms, you reflect on how safe and seen you feel. it’s not just about sex—it’s about growing together, sharing vulnerability, and choosing each other fully.
WARNINGS: smut — mdni, fluff, use of strap-on (r!receiving), intimacy, pet names (mama, baby), soft!paige, lowercase intended.
WORD COUNT: 1.5k info. masterlist. taglist.
the box is small. unassuming. resting casually in paige’s lap like it belongs there.
you hadn’t noticed her pull it out from under the bed. you were too busy folding her sweatshirt neatly over the back of a chair, too distracted by the faint sound of bon iver playing through her speaker, the kind of music that makes everything feel slower, closer, quieter.
now, the air is heavy.
she doesn’t say anything at first—just looks at you from where she sits on the bed, legs folded under her, hands brushing the cardboard like she’s nervous.
you raise a brow, unsure. “what’s that?”
her lips twitch into a smile, sheepish and a little crooked. “something i’ve been thinking about for a while.”
she opens the box slowly, carefully, like she’s giving you time to say no. inside, you see it—sleek, black, and neatly folded. not intimidating, not even loud, but it still makes your heart skip because of what it means.
a strap.
you blink at her. she watches your reaction like she’s reading every twitch in your face. “you okay?”
“i’ve never…” you pause. “i’ve never done that before.”
there’s a beat of silence. paige tilts her head, her hand brushing over the edge of the box.
“yeah?” she says gently. “that’s okay.”
you chew your bottom lip, fingers fiddling with the hem of your oversized shirt—hers, really. “i mean, we’ve never needed it. you always make me feel good, it’s not like—”
“i know,” she cuts in softly. “this isn’t because something’s missing. i just thought… it could be something new. something we try together. if you want.”
you look at her then, really look—her calm eyes, her steady hands, the soft patience in her voice. she’s not pushing. she’s not asking because she needs it. she’s asking because she wants to share something with you.
and god, the trust in that.
your voice is quieter when you speak again. “what if i don’t know what i’m doing?”
paige’s smile is so tender you could cry. she reaches for you, tugging you gently down onto the bed beside her. “then i’ll take care of you.”
“you always say that.”
“because i mean it every time.”
you laugh softly, nerves knotting in your stomach, but not in a bad way. you let yourself melt into her side, feeling the warmth of her palm against your thigh.
“i want to try,” you murmur.
paige presses a kiss to your temple. “yeah?”
“yeah.”
and when she looks at you again, it’s like she’s seeing something sacred. not just want—but care, and love, and something deeper than both.
she kisses you once, then twice, her hands steady as they cup your jaw. “we’ll go slow,” she promises. “you’ll tell me everything you feel, okay?”
you nod, the nerves still fluttering, but your heart steady under her voice.
“okay.”
⸻
it started slow. gentle. measured in the way paige always is when it matters most.
she kissed you with intention—tender, warm, like she meant it. and she did. she always does.
she eased you onto your back, settling above you as her lips deepened the kiss. nothing rushed. nothing rough. just the soft, steady rhythm of care in every touch.
her fingers slipped beneath the hem of your t-shirt, the contrast of her cool skin meeting your warmth making you shiver just slightly. she kissed your cheek, then the curve of your jaw, her hands gliding over your stomach as she gently lifted your shirt up and over your head, tossing it behind her.
“you’re so pretty,” she murmured, almost like a secret, her smile blooming sweetly as her eyes roamed over you.
and you smiled back, your heart swelling with all the quiet love you felt for the girl above you.
she kissed your neck, soft and slow, before her hands moved lower, tugging down the waistband of your shorts and underwear in one motion. she paused.
“are you sure?” she whispered, her gaze locked on yours.
you nodded, fingers brushing her cheek. “yeah. i’m ready.”
paige nodded once, almost like a promise, before turning to the sleek black box resting on the nightstand. she slipped the harness around her hips, adjusting the straps until it fit just right. there was nothing hurried about her movements—just quiet focus, steady hands.
she knelt between your thighs and gently guided your legs upward, her palms caressing your skin as she massaged along your calves and thighs. her lips pressed a soft kiss to your knee, her right hand finding yours and lacing your fingers together.
then slowly—so slowly—she eased the strap inside you. you gasped at the stretch, your body tensing on instinct. paige stilled.
“shh, it’s okay, baby,” she cooed, brushing her thumb over your knuckles. “i’ll wait. just breathe for me.”
you did. and when you nodded, giving her the okay, she began to move—pulling back gently, then sliding in again with the same soft, deliberate care.
your quiet moan met her ears, and she smiled, her voice a warm whisper. “there you go, mama.”
her pace stayed steady—deep, but tender. every movement was filled with purpose. she watched your face, studying every shift in your expression: the way your brows knit, the way your mouth parted, how your eyes shimmered as you looked up at her, trusting her completely.
you were beautiful. so painfully beautiful.
she held your hand the whole time, her thumb sweeping gently over your skin, grounding you. her thrusts weren’t fast, but they carried depth—reverent and steady, like she was learning you, honoring every inch of what you were willing to give.
“paige…” you whimpered, squeezing her hand.
“yeah, baby?” she murmured, leaning down to kiss your cheek, her breath brushing your skin.
“fuck—it feels so good…”
her smile was soft, sweet. “good. didn’t wanna hurt you, mama.”
she moved just a little deeper, a little more sure, the bed creaking faintly beneath you both. the moment wrapped around you, heavy with intimacy.
“paige—i think i’m gonna come,” you breathed, your voice shaking with every exhale.
her pace picked up just slightly, her hand slipping between your legs to draw slow, delicate circles over your clit. her lips kissed whatever part of you they could reach—your cheek, your nose, the corner of your mouth.
“come for me, baby…” she whispered.
and you did. your back arched, your jaw went slack, and her name spilled from your lips in a breathless, trembling moan. the warmth washed over you slowly, like honey spreading under your skin.
she held you through it, whispering praises in your ear.
“yeah… that’s it,” she soothed, her hand rubbing over your thigh. “did so good for me, baby…”
she slowed down gradually, finally stilling. her eyes searched your face, and her smile softened at the faint grin playing on your lips.
“was that okay?” she asked quietly. “i wasn’t too much, right?”
“no,” you said instantly, squeezing her hand. “that was… really good, paige.”
she leaned down, kissing you again. not to start something new—but just to stay close. just because she could.
⸻
you don’t know how long you’ve been there—skin to skin, limbs tangled, the sheets barely covering either of you. the world feels distant. muted. like it’s just the two of you suspended in something soft and warm and completely quiet.
your body still aches, but it’s the good kind. not soreness, exactly—just the echo of something slow and deep that still hasn’t left you.
you shift a little, cheek pressed to her chest, listening to the steady beat of her heart. one of her hands rests low on your back, her thumb moving in small, absent-minded circles.
“you okay?” she asks, her voice rough with sleep.
you nod, lips brushing her collarbone. “yeah.”
she hums, and for a while, that’s all there is. the sound of her breathing. the faint rustle of sheets when you breathe too deep. nothing needs to be said, but you speak anyway.
“i didn’t think i’d be ready,” you whisper. “not for that.”
“i know,” she murmurs. “you didn’t have to be.”
you close your eyes, let yourself be held. “i think i wanted to be. for you.”
paige’s arm tightens around you a little. not possessive. just close. grounding. “you don’t owe me anything, you know.”
“i know.” a pause. “but i still wanted to.”
she exhales slowly, nose brushing your hairline. “thank you for trusting me.”
you smile, a little crooked. “thank you for being so patient.”
her hand slips down to your hip, fingers splayed wide like she’s holding something fragile. like she knows how much you gave her, and she’s not about to drop it.
“you made me feel safe,” you say, quieter this time. like it’s the real thing you’ve been meaning to say.
she doesn’t respond right away. just kisses the top of your head and lets the silence hold it.
it’s not some dramatic moment. no sweeping declarations or promises whispered in the dark. it’s just two people, lying close, learning each other in the quiet aftermath of something new.
and maybe that’s enough. maybe that’s everything.
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that damn net ⋮ p.b
pairing : paige bueckers x fem!reader
summary : seeing paige with the net and hat was a complete turn on for her situationship.
word count : 3.6k
warnings : degradation, hitting, public fingering, strap, fast paced, time skips, teammate reader, mention of reader whining.
kay speaks 💌 : this is kinda rushed, sloppy, and not fully edited just because i was aggravated after it didn’t save. i also somehow lost a part (i write it all in my notes first) ??
you can’t stop staring.
the arena is a mess—confetti everywhere, screams bouncing off the walls, people hugging, crying, laughing. you should be in it, soaking up the history, the win, the moment. but you’re locked in. eyes trained on her.
paige.
her hair’s messy under the championship hat. her jersey’s drenched in sweat and gatorade. she’s still breathing hard, adrenaline pulsing through every muscle, and god, it looks so good on her.
you’re trying to keep it chill. keep it platonic. friendly. situationship rules. you know them. no acting out in public. no being obvious. no catching feelings.
but the way she’s smiling right now? pure joy, pure fire, pure fuck-you-we-won energy towards sc? it’s driving you insane.
she waits ‘til the very end for the net-cutting. typical. center of attention shit. the whole team chanting her name. she climbs the ladder, slow and cocky, tongue poking out the corner of her mouth.
she snips the last piece. holds it up like a trophy. then as she climbs off the ladder, cd loops it around her neck like a chain. her arms up. crowd going absolutely insane.
you swallow hard.
it’s too much.
she looks like sex and power and everything you’re not supposed to want too much of. but fuck. she’s unreal.
and she smirks.
that smirk. the one that means she knows. that she saw you looking. that she liked it.
you feel your stomach flip. heat crawling under your skin.
she disappears into the mob of teammates and coaches and cameras. people are already pulling her into interviews, wrapping her in hugs, shouting her name.
and you’re just standing there, frozen, breath caught somewhere between lust and pride and the fucked-up ache of wanting someone who’s never really been yours.
you move through the crowd. heart pounding. trying to play it off.
you finally find her by the sideline, holding another can of diet coke that she hasn’t opened, laughing with azzi.
her cheeks are flushed, eyes sparkling, and the net’s still swinging from her neck like a damn trophy.
you lean in, close enough so only she hears.
“you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”
her eyes flick over to you, lazy and slow. lips curl again. dangerous.
“oh,” she says, voice low, almost lost in the noise. “i do.”
the night moves fast.
bars are packed. drinks are free. everyone’s screaming uconn. half the city’s trying to buy shots for the team.
someone handed you a jello shot shaped like a basketball. you don’t even ask what’s in it.
paige is everywhere.
center of every circle. laughing with your teammates. dancing like she’s floating. championship hat still on backwards, net still around her neck like jewelry. the bar lights hit it and it flashes every time she moves.
you’re trying to play it cool. to not stare. to not think about her mouth. or her hands. or the way she keeps looking at you like she’s already fucked you tonight.
or that net that you find way too much attraction to.
she finds you near the edge of the dance floor. leans in close, breath sticky sweet from a lemon drop shot.
“oh baby..you look sooo stressed,” she says, fake pout on her lips.
“i’m good.”
“nah,” she grins, finger grazing your waist. “you’re tense. i can feel it.”
you glance around. the music’s loud. no one’s looking.
but still.
“stop.”
“you want me to?”
her hand slips under the hem of your championship shirt. just a touch. palm against your skin. you tense, but don’t move.
“you’re such a fucking tease,” you murmur.
“and you let me do it. every. single. time.”
you roll your eyes, but your breath catches when she presses her leg between yours. just lightly. enough for you to feel it.
“we shouldn’t be doing this here.”
“we’re not doing anything,” she says, mouth close to your ear. “i’m just standing. you’re the one squirming.”
you laugh, but it’s shaky. her hands are back on your hips now. gripping. pulling you closer.
you try to speak, but she cuts you off, lips brushing your neck.
“you should’ve seen your face when i cut that net. all wide-eyed and horny. like you were about to drop to your knees right there on the court.”
“fuck off.”
“make me.”
her voice is syrupy sweet, but her hands are getting bolder. one trails down your thigh. stops just where you need it most.
you suck in a breath.
“paige—”
“you gonna say my name like that later?” she asks. “all desperate and wrecked?”
you clench your jaw. look away. try to focus on literally anything else.
but her fingers brush higher. almost. barely.
“you wore this tight ass skirt for me, didn’t you?”
“you’re not the only one i wanted to look good for.”
she laughs. cocky. mean.
“cute lie, princess.”
your head falls back when she presses just enough pressure to make your thighs clench.
“oh, no panties?” she whispers.
you don’t answer.
“jesus,” she says. “you’re really down bad, huh?”
you grab her wrist, but she doesn’t stop.
“say it,” she whispers. “say you want me.”
“i want you.”
“how bad?”
you stare at her. the music’s loud. lights flickering across her face. her pupils blown wide.
“bad enough to hook up with you in this damn bar’s bathroom.”
her smile’s lethal.
“let’s go.”
the bathroom’s disgusting.
sticky floor, loud bass bleeding through the walls, one flickering light overhead.
you don’t care.
she locks the door behind you and you’re already on her.
lips crashing. hands everywhere. teeth clashing. she tastes like vodka and lime and victory.
she pushes you up against the wall so hard it rattles. one hand on your throat, the other hiking your skirt up like she owns it.
“so fuckin’ needy,” she breathes. “could feel your pussy throbbing on my thigh out there, ma.”
you moan into her mouth. pull her closer. her fingers slide between your legs, and she freezes.
“fuck,” she whispers. “you’re soaked.”
“i told you.”
“nah,” she grins. “you didn’t tell me shit. but you will.”
“well, i did tell you i needed you.”
her hand moves slow at first. teasing. sliding through your slick, not giving you enough. just stroking her ego.
“paige,” you gasp, bucking into her palm.
“what, baby? use your words.”
“i really really need you and like now.”
you bite your lip. try to hold it in.
she presses two fingers inside, fast and deep.
you cry out. cling to her.
“that’s it,” she says, low and smug. “take it. be quiet for me though.”
your knees almost buckle.
she fucks you against the wall like she’s been dying to. like she’s owed it. fingers curling just right, palm pressing your clit every time she pumps.
“knew this pussy would be good,” she groans. “knew it’d fit my fingers perfect.”
you’re gasping now. grabbing at her shirt. mouth open, eyes fluttering.
“keep lookin’ at me like that, and i’m gonna make you cum just like this. messy. in a bar bathroom.”
“don’t stop, please, p” you beg.
“never do, baby.”
she shifts her stance, grinds her palm harder, curls her fingers deeper. your body’s not even yours anymore—just a bundle of nerves under her touch.
“you close?” she murmurs. “you gonna cream on my fingers like a good little slut?”
you lean your head on her shoulder as you grip onto the net hanging around her neck.
“yes,” you whimper. “fuck, paige—yes.”
“just remember to be quiet.”
that’s all it takes.
you break. legs shaking. moaning into her neck as you cum hard, pulsing around her fingers. she holds you up through it, fingers fucking you through the high like she’s memorizing every twitch.
“god damn,” she whispers. “this pussy’s still mine even after weeks apart.”
you try to answer but all that comes out is a whimper.
she pulls her fingers out slow. watches the slick drip down your thighs. then sucks them clean, eyes on yours the whole time.
“tastes like a championship.”
you shove her, laughing breathlessly, but she grabs your chin and kisses you hard. filthy. claiming.
“you thought that was bad?” she grins. “wait ‘til we get to the hotel.”
the night stretches on, and you’re deep in it now — drunk off paige, drunk off the win, drunk off the way she’s touching you under the table, like you belong to her and everyone in this bar should know it.
you’re at a booth in a rooftop bar now, watching the city flicker below you. but you can’t look anywhere except her. paige. her lips around a straw. the way her eyes keep flicking to yours, smug and teasing, her championship hat crooked on her head.
and she still has on that damn net.
she leans in, just enough to make you shiver. whispers in your ear.
“you still good, baby? you still thinking about what happened in that bathroom?”
you don’t answer at first, not wanting to make it obvious how wrecked you are. how much she’s already ruined you tonight.
her fingers find your knee, pushing up your thigh. slowly. steadily. no one else notices, but you feel it. feel her moving closer.
you shift, trying to keep it together, but paige’s grip tightens.
“don’t move,” she commands, voice low, dark. she’s not looking at you anymore, eyes scanning the bar, but her fingers are still creeping higher.
you want to beg. want to beg her to do more, but you hold your breath instead.
“you’re so fucking quiet,” she teases. “you’re barely even talking to the team. i promise i’ll make you feel good at the hotel.”
you bite your lip, heart hammering in your chest. “paige…”
“shh,” she cuts you off. “don’t talk yet. i’m handling you tonight. you’re gonna sit there and let me touch you however i want.”
you freeze, mouth open. her fingers brush against the inside of your thighs, slow and deliberate. she knows exactly what she’s doing to you, playing with you like you’re her toy.
her hand slips under the waistband of your skirt, just enough to slide her fingers between your slick folds.
the pressure is light, but you can’t help the way your body jerks toward her.
“you’re fucking dripping,” she breathes. “is this because of me? is this how much you want me, baby?”
you clench your jaw. you’re trying so hard to stay composed, but paige’s fingers are sliding deeper, circling, pushing in slow like she’s savoring it. savoring every reaction you can’t stop yourself from giving.
you swallow hard. look at her, eyes half-lidded.
“i need all of you,” you whisper.
paige smirks, but she doesn’t stop. she presses harder, curling her fingers inside you just enough to make you squirm, but not enough to make you cum. you’re a mess in her hands, and she’s enjoying every second of it.
“yeah?” she purrs. “you like me teasing you, huh? it’s fucking cute, how desperate you are for me.”
“paige,” you whimper, your voice breaking under the pressure.
“what, ma?” she hums, fingers still teasing, never giving you enough. “you gonna cum right here? with everyone watching?”
you shake your head, desperate for more. but you don’t want anyone to know. not here. not yet.
“i’ll make it so fucking obvious,” she whispers. “so fucking messy, baby. you’ll be dripping all over this booth.”
you want to shout, but you just squeeze your eyes shut, gripping the edge of the table for control. your body is betraying you, heart pounding, hips pushing into her hand.
“you feel that, baby?” she whispers. “you feel how much you want it? i can make you cum right now, but you gotta beg me.”
you look at her. eyes wide, chest heaving.
“paige, please,” you breathe, your voice shaky.
“please what?”
“please… make me cum.”
her fingers are suddenly gone. you open your eyes, confused, frustrated.
“oops,” she shakes her head, smirking. “you’re gonna wait, baby. wait until we’re alone. i want you begging me later, in the hotel room.”
you groan in frustration, but she pulls her hand back under the table and sits up straighter, looking around the bar like nothing happened.
“god, you’re so fucking annoying,” you mutter, glaring at her.
“yeah, i know,” she grins, leaning close again. “but you’ll be screaming my name soon.”
she kicks the door shut behind you.
hat still on. net still swinging against her chest.
“on the bed,” she says.
you stumble back, lip trembling, skirt still soaked from the bars.
your whole body feels like a live wire.
she’s looking at you like she’s starving.
she’s already tasted you and now she wants even more.
you drop onto the mattress. legs open. hands shaking.
she doesn’t touch you at first. just stares.
“look at you,” she mutters. “so fuckin’ pretty laid out like this.”
“hurry i need you.”
“nah,” she cuts you off. “you’re not in charge tonight.”
your breath catches. thighs twitch.
she shrugs her jacket off. still got the net on like a damn trophy necklace.
and you’re glad she still has it on along with the championship hat.
“still thinking about me on that ladder?” she asks, soft, sick. “with the net around my neck?”
you nod, fast.
“say it.”
“you looked so fuckin’ hot,” you whisper. “couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
her eyes darken.
“you should’ve told me earlier, baby. i would’ve fucked you in the locker room.”
“i did tell you remember and you just kept edging me.”
“i didn’t edge you the bathroom,” she whispered through a kiss she planted on your neck.
you whimper. legs falling wider.
she kneels between them. kisses your thighs slow, gentle, like you’re fragile.
but there’s venom in her voice.
“you’re always actin’ like you don’t need me.”
“i do,” you cry.
“yeah?”
“need you so bad, ma.”
she grins. evil. drags your skirt down and throws them somewhere across the room.
“then stay real still.”
her mouth’s on you before you can even breathe.
hot, slow kitten licks. like she’s savoring it. sucking your clit with little moans, like she’s the one being pleased right now. and knowing her she probably was.
“i want you,” you sob. “please.”
“you already have me.”
you grab the sheets, crying out.
she spreads you open with both hands. tongue fucking you deep. moaning into it like she’s addicted.
“stay still f’me, baby,” she says, mouth glossy.
you’re whimpering now. body twitching. thighs shaking.
“you gonna cum, baby?”
“yes, fuck—please—”
she flattens her tongue. sucks hard.
your back arches.
“that’s it,” she whispers. “cum for me. make a mess.”
you break.
loud, messy, whole body trembling. crying into the pillow as she fucks you through it.
“that’s my girl,” she says, smug. soft. fucked up.
she climbs off the bed and grabs the strap.
your breath hitches.
she pulls her shorts off, straps up slow, watching you the whole time.
still wearing the hat. still wearing the net.
“look at what you’re begging for,” she says. “you gonna take this like a good little slut?”
you nod, eyes glassy. “yes, please. i’ll be good.”
she crawls back over you. slides in deep on the first thrust.
you scream and grab onto the net trying to pull her down.
“shhh,” she coos. “you wanted this, remember?”
“so full,” you cry. “so fuckin’ full.”
she fucks you slow. deep. mean.
leans down, kisses your mouth. your neck. your tears.
“no one’s ever gonna touch you like this again,” she whispers. “you’re mine, baby.”
“yours,” you sob. “yours, love.”
she pulls out and slams back in.
your legs shake.
the net brushes your chest with every thrust. you can’t stop staring at it. can’t stop crying.
“say it again.”
“i’m yours,” you whine. “please—don’t stop—”
“never,” she growls. “never fuckin’ letting you go.”
and she fucks you into the mattress like she means it.
because she absolutely means it.
she flips you off her like you weigh nothing.
“get up.”
you’re panting. shaking. body still twitching.
“i said get the fuck up.”
you stumble off the bed. legs weak. pussy throbbing.
she grabs you by the wrist, drags you toward the full-length mirror near the window.
you catch a glimpse of yourself—swollen lips, tear-stained cheeks, net burn on your chest—and you moan.
“look at you,” she growls, shoving you flat against the mirror. “fuckin’ wrecked.”
her strap’s still on. soaked. thick. heavy against your ass as she kicks your legs apart.
“you love getting used, huh?” she spits. “love being my little trophy slut?”
you nod.
she grabs your chin. yanks your face up.
“say it.”
“i’m your trophy slut.”
she grins. kisses the back of your neck.
“wear the net.”
she loops it around your shoulders, lets it fall down your chest. tangling between your tits.
“now watch yourself.”
her strap pushes into you from behind. slow and brutal.
you choke on a moan. hands splayed on the mirror.
“paige, oh fuck—”
“shut up,” she snaps. “you don’t talk unless i tell you to.”
she fucks you deep. one hand gripping your hip, the other pressing your face into the glass.
you can’t look away. can’t stop watching the way she ruins you. the net bouncing with every thrust. her hat crooked. jaw clenched.
“you see that?” she hisses in your ear. “that’s mine. you’re mine.”
“all yours, okay,” you sob. “don’t stop—please—”
“not stopping ‘til you break.”
her pace gets mean. harder. the mirror rattling with every thrust. your breath fogging the glass.
“watch the way this pussy takes it,” she says. “watch how fuckin’ good you bounce on my strap.”
you try to hold yourself up. try not to collapse.
but she grabs your throat and pins you there.
“don’t you fuckin’ look away.”
“shit,” you cry. “please..need it, need it so bad—”
“then cum, baby,” she growls. “cum on this dick. right here. in the mirror.”
you scream.
it hits you like fire. shaking. clenching. dripping down your thighs. hands sliding down the mirror like you’re melting.
she doesn’t stop. keeps fucking you through it. slapping your ass, talking you through your own destruction.
“there she is,” she pants. “my good little whore. my fuckin’ champion.”
you collapse against the glass.
face first. smiling.
ruined.
owned.
hers.
your body’s buzzing. brain mush. thighs trembling and glassy-eyed in the mirror’s reflection.
she finally pulls out.
hands careful now. warm on your hips.
you think she’s gonna say something cocky, but she doesn’t. not yet.
she just wraps her arms around you from behind, pressing her bare chest to your back, strap hanging heavy between you.
you both breathe there.
quiet.
sweaty.
blissed out.
“did i hurt you?” she asks, voice low. soft. way different from a minute ago.
you shake your head, still catching your breath.
“you sure?”
you nod again.
she turns you around gently, palms framing your face. her thumbs brush under your eyes, wiping away what’s left of the tears.
“tell me if i ever go too far,” she whispers. “i mean that.”
“you didn’t,” you murmur. “i liked it.”
she smiles, kind of shy now. kisses your forehead.
“you scare me when you get like that,” you add, laughing a little.
“yeah?” she grins. “you scare me when you cum in like twelve seconds.”
you shove her shoulder. she catches your wrist, grinning.
“don’t even lie,” she smirks. “i wasn’t even halfway in.”
“whatever,” you mumble, cheeks flushed. “you’re annoying.”
“you’re obsessed.”
you roll your eyes and look down.
the net’s still around your neck. tangled. damp with sweat and tears and everything else.
she sees it too.
“gimme that,” she says, tugging it off slow. “you look too good in it, i’m gonna get hard again.”
you groan. “paige, you don’t even have a real dick.”
“so,” she murmurs, lifting the net over your head and looping it around hers again. “i’ll get horny again and fuck you again.”
you watch her walk back to the bed, still completely naked, wearing nothing but the hat and the net. cocky. glowing.
but then she flops down with a sigh. breathes deep into the hotel pillows.
“holy shit,” she mutters.
you’re standing there, still wrecked, still staring at her. something shifts in the room.
not the sex.
not the games.
just the weight of it all finally hitting.
you sit next to her, slow, careful.
“we won.”
she blinks at the ceiling.
you say it again.
“paige. we fuckin’ won a natty.”
she turns her head to look at you.
eyes soft. blue like waves. glowing like the trophy.
“we fuckin’ did,” she whispers. “national fuckin’ champs.”
you both laugh. it bubbles out of your chest like it can’t be held in anymore.
“we climbed the ladder,” you say, smiling.
“we cut the net.”
“you made me cum with the net around my neck.”
she grins. “best sex ever.”
you lean back onto the pillows beside her. heads turned toward each other. tangled limbs.
she pulls the blanket over both of you.
“hey,” she says.
you hum.
“i know we’re… not like, anything,” she starts. “but tonight—i don’t know. you feel like mine.”
you look at her.
she’s not smiling now. not teasing.
just soft.
real.
“i am,” you whisper. “if you want.”
she nods. just once.
then she curls into your side, still wearing the net. lets it fall across both your chests like a blanket.
you both fall asleep like that.
champions.
teammates.
tangled in the win, the lust, the love.
her in the hat. her in the net.
you in her arms.
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