#and saw geno. Big

[genosigned]

maybe they will turn it around… por moi…

I always get offended when we have a reporter from the RPF times on the ground (@genosigned today) and the pens play like this in front of them

[sidsolos]

can i talk about this please

[spotaus]

Late Night quick thing (New Age Sillies)

Bad news: That joke post about including Reset + Orchid is definitely not canon. (I legit got sad thinking about Reset being in a universe where Orchid isn't- because their stories are so so intertwined- but Nightmare 100% would NOT risk the whole twins exploding Error's soul thing.)

Good news: This means I COULD include Kane (Reset's older brother who usually dies in timelines where Reset is born) and use it to develope his character a bit more! Also! Perhaps a Blue × Dream kiddo is finally in the stars for me to design?

[freebooter4ever]

Sorry if you always answered this but why are these otter posts tagged with malkin?

are you saying you dont think geno is as adorable as an otter? 🥺

[heavyhitterheaux]

To Date or Not to Date

See Me Through You Blurb

Synopsis: Ja'Marr answers the famous TikTok question of "which teammate would he not let date his sister."

Pairing: Husband!Joe Burrow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: a gorgeous anon 😍

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The Bengals had just wrapped up another practice on what turned out to be a windy day in Cincinnati. Everyone was making their way back into the locker room when Joe looked up and noticed that their social media team kept stopping players for what he assumed to be another TikTok that they were filming.

As Joe was approaching them along with Jake, he caught the tail end of the question that was currently being asked to Andrei and Tee.

“Which one of your teammates would you not let date your sister?”

“Love all these guys on my team, but for Geno… it's a no!” Andrei said before walking off and all of the attention was now on Tee.

“Well, Tee, what are your thoughts? Who would you not let date your sister?” Kelsey from the social media team asked him.

“Ja’Marr because he's a hoe! Oh shit, can I say that on camera?” He asked as his eyes went wide. But what he didn't notice was Ja’Marr right behind him.

“Excuse me, Tee! I heard that with your big ass mouth! They're going to have to edit this out.” Ja’Marr told him before Kelsey held the mic up to him.

“Okay, Ja'Marr you're up. Who would you not let date your sister?”

Ja’Marr looked dead into the camera and without hesitation said the name that no one expected.

“Joe.”

“Um, Ja'Marr….” Kelsey started to say when she saw Joe approaching him from behind and said nothing as Joe caught him in a headlock.

“AH! Get off me! I was just playing! Damn!”

“Well jokes on your dumbass because we're married.” Joe told him as Ja'Marr was trying to get out of his grip.

“Ouch! Okay! Okay! I take it back! Unhand me! I'm your brother-in-law!”

“And that's why you shouldn't have said it!”

“Get him again for me, Joe!” Tee yelled as Joe laughed before finally loosening his grip.

Once he finally did, the two of them continued towards the locker room.

“Joe, I'm telling your wife that you attacked me!”

“And you know good and damn well the first question out of her mouth is going to be if you deserved it or not. So therefore, I highly doubt that she would care.”

“You right. She mean as hell and would probably laugh at me. Look, I even asked you THIRTY minutes before the wedding if you were sure about marrying her. I mean better for me since she now had someone else to bother so she wouldn't be constantly blowing up my phone.”

“She still does?”

“You're right, but don't tell her I said that. Wait, am I still invited to dinner tonight?”

“Let’s call her and ask.”

“Wait, what? Joe, don't you dare tell on me.”

“Too late. Hello? Hi, baby doll. Let me tell you what your brother did at practice today.” Joe said into the phone with you on the other end.

“Oh no. Is he still in one piece?”

“I left him in one piece, but he came close to losing a body part.”

“Don't listen to him, Pebbles! I'm innocent!” Ja’Marr said as he tried to take the phone, but Joe swatted his hand away.

“He has never been innocent, so go on.” You told him as you were currently trying to pick out an outfit to go to lunch with your mom.

“So, you know our social media team is always out here and Kelsey asked him ‘which player would you not let date your sister?’ And your twin who was found in a dumpster behind Popeyes…”

“Joe, what the hell!?” Yelled Ja’Marr as he threw his hands up in disbelief.

“Stop interrupting. He decided to say my name and earned himself being put in a headlock and asked me after the fact if he is still invited over for dinner.”

You couldn't help but to immediately laugh before responding back to your husband.

“I'll go to PetsMart on my way home from lunch and get a doggy bowl to put outside for him.”

[itssliyahhxoxo]

“Jealous?”

(𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞 𝐱 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: (based on this request) Can u do a Paige x Media manger reader where they have been hooking up secretly and one day a teammate comments on how hot reader is and then Paige slips up and brags about their hookup. Then reader gets mad after finding out!! End how you want to😁

Paige watched as you talked to geno with a soft smile, the smile she loved. “Your drooling” Paige looked away from you to look beside her “what?”. Kk shook her head “just talk to her already” Paige took a quick glance at you then looked down shaking her head.

“Well if you don’t I will” kk laughed when Paige head snapped up and Paige gave her a look. “I’m kidding” she held her hands up, “but if you don’t someone else will” kk told her before getting up to head back on the court.

Paige looked back to you, geno was gone and you were alone on your phone. Feeling eyes on you you looked up and saw Paige staring, you softly smirked before getting up and walking out. Paige watched confused, she made sure no one was watching before getting up and followed you.

She turned the corner only to bump into you, leaning against the wall and arms crossed you looked up at Paige shaking your head “can you be any more obvious?” “W-what?” She stuttered at the look you gave her.

“You know what, with all the staring” you told her “it’s rude, not to admire such beauty” she smirked leaning against the wall towering over you. You smiled looking away trying not to blush, but lost it when she made you look at her she slowly pulled in for a kiss, but you stopped her “not here” you said softly.

Paige groaned “fine are you free tonight?” She asked, you chuckled “no sorry I have a lot of work to catch up on”.

Paige pouted poking out her bottom lip “but tomorrow I’m free” her eye lit up “I’m all yours tomorrow” you smirked “you bet your ass you are” Paige whispered “shut up” you laughed. “go before geno realize you’re gone” she hesitated, but listened.



The team had went out to eat after practice, wanting to relax. “have you seen (☆) new post” azzi suddenly asked everyone, everyone shake their heads, except for Paige azzi pulls out her phone and shows everyone. “My girl ate” kk clapped, everyone giggled “but no actually (☆) is soo hot”.

Paige eyes snapped to ice, azzi nodded agreeing with ice. Everyone began talking about you in the picture, page being the only one silent, “her man lucky” ice sighed “she doesn’t have one” Paige finally spoke her eyes widen, realizing what she said Everyone pause and looked at her “and how do you know?” kk asked “know w-what?” paige took a big goat out of her drink.

“That (☆) is single?” Azzi asked Paige felt attacked feeling the gaze of everyone on her “you too are seeing each other aren’t you?” kk said excitedly, a little too loud. “SHH, and no we’re not” paige panicked. her face turning red “yes you are it all over your face OH MY GOD” Kk squealed Paige new she messed up.



The next day, it was another practice this time it was different. Everyone kept giggling at page confusing geno “knock it off” Paige whispered to azzi and kk who are making Kissy faces at her.

Everyone’s eyes look to the door as you walked in page was shocked and also confused, “hey girls” you smiled at everyone “hiiiiiii (☆)” everyone singed. You looked at them confused you didn’t look to page and saw her red face.

She tried to make her way towards you before anyone else, but before she could Kk was in front of you she froze and watched as you two talked you’re gaze snapped to hers that’s when she knew she was in for it. KK continue to talk as you stare at Paige Disbelief and anger filled your eyes.

“Shit”

Gonna Make a part 2🥰 and keep the request coming 😗.



[prettygirl-gabi]

Chapter 25: Birthday Surprise

Rating: Mature Audiences

Warning: fluff, spicy, wlw smut, birthday sex, Paige being a munch, !top paige, !bottom reader, oral (fem reseving), fingering (fem reseving),

Paring: Paige Bueckers x !photographer fem reader

Fandom: Women's basketball

Summary: good... great.... Amazing

Welcome to the chapter 25 of Through The Lens. I hope you all enjoy and there is more to come...stay tuned my loveies!! 🏀💕📸

Reader's POV

Birthdays were always a big deal in my family, which made being so far from home this year feel especially hard. For the past two years at UConn, I’d made the trip back to Georgia to celebrate with my mom, dad, and granny. But with classes, work, and filming for the team, there was no way I could manage the trip this time.

Paige had been trying to cheer me up all week, but even her usual antics—like balancing a basketball on her head or dramatically serenading me with off-key versions of random love songs—weren’t doing the trick.

"Don't pout, kid," Paige said, sliding her arms around my waist as I stood at the kitchen counter in her dorm. "We'll make it special here. I promise."

I smiled weakly and nodded. Paige always tried her best to make me happy, and I loved her for it. Still, I couldn’t help missing home.

Paige's POV

I hated seeing Y/N sad, especially on her birthday. That’s why, as soon as she mentioned not being able to go home, I started plotting with the team. With Coach Geno's blessing, we’d arranged for her parents and granny to fly up to Connecticut. But the real trick was keeping it all a secret.

The morning of her birthday, I got up early to decorate my dorm. She practically lived here now, but Y/N was here even more than I was, and I wanted her to feel like this was her space, too.

I hung up strings of fairy lights, scattered balloons and flowers everywhere, and set out a cake on the desk. The highlight was a photo collage I’d made of our favorite moments together—from her first game filming for the team to random late-night study sessions.

When she walked in, still rubbing sleep from her eyes, her jaw dropped.

“Paige…” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

“Happy birthday, baby,” I said, pulling her into a hug.

She clung to me for a moment before pulling back to take it all in.

“This is…wow,” she said, wiping at her eyes. “You didn’t have to do all this.”

“I wanted to. You deserve it,” I said, kissing her forehead.

Reader's POV

I thought Paige's dorm setup was the extent of my birthday surprises, but I was wrong.

The game against Oregon state started like any other home game. I was courtside, filming warm-ups and getting close-ups of the team’s determined faces. Paige caught my eye from across the court, flashing me a wink before sinking a perfect three-pointer.

As halftime approached, I packed up my camera to grab some water. But before I could step away, Kk ran up to me, grinning.

“Don’t go anywhere,” she said, practically bouncing on her heels.

“Why?” I asked, narrowing my eyes suspiciously.

“Just trust me.”

A few minutes later, the arena lights dimmed, and the announcer’s voice boomed over the speakers.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please join us in wishing a very special happy birthday to one of our own—Y/N!”

Spotlights swung toward me, and the crowd erupted in cheers. I froze, my face burning, as the team gathered around me, pulling me toward center court.

“Wait, what is this?” I asked, looking at Paige, who was trying (and failing) to hide her smirk.

She nodded toward the tunnel entrance, where I saw three familiar figures emerging. My heart stopped.

“Mom? Dad? Granny?” I whispered, tears springing to my eyes.

They were here. They were actually here.

I ran toward them, throwing myself into my mom’s arms. She laughed, holding me tightly.

“Happy birthday, baby girl,” she said, her voice warm and familiar.

“How did you…?” I looked over my shoulder at Paige, who shrugged innocently.

“Had a little help,” she said, grinning.

Paige's POV

Watching Y/N light up as her family surprised her was worth all the sneaking around and late-night planning. The crowd cheered as they hugged her, and I felt a swell of pride knowing we’d pulled it off.

After halftime, Y/N’s family joined us in the stands, and she stayed close to them for the rest of the game, though her eyes kept finding mine across the court.

When the buzzer sounded, signaling our win, the team swarmed Y/N again, chanting “Happy Birthday” as loudly and obnoxiously as possible.

Reader's POV

Back at Paige’s dorm that evening, we sat around eating cake with my family, laughing and reminiscing. Granny was telling Paige an embarrassing story from my childhood, and I couldn’t stop smiling.

Later, after my parents and granny went back to their hotel, Paige and I curled up on her bed, the glow of the fairy lights casting soft shadows on the walls.

“Did you have a good birthday?” she asked, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

“The best,” I said, leaning into her touch.

“Good,” she said, pressing a kiss to my temple. “You deserve it. No let me make it great.”

Sitting up I lift my hoodie off her to reveal she only had my hoodie no shirt under, a smirk grow on my face as my hand slides into her shorts, I rub my hand over her soaked panty clothed pussy. “Your body's doin this all f'me, mamas.” I smirk at the friction of her thighs squeezing my hand.“Nghh,” she whimper. “Look at you, I haven’t even stuffed you full of my fingers yet and you’re just falling apart, f'me.” I whisper into her ear before leaving more hickeys on her collarbone.

Now hovering over her I gently reach for the band of her shorts and panties pulling then down, in a swift motion. I git lower for her pussy letting a string of spit fall onto her pussy as I start rubbing her clit painfully slow. She opens her mouth to respond but all that comes out of it are soft moans and whimpers,  shaking her head. “Use your words mamas, what do you want, hmm.” I tease, fingers dancing around her clenching hole.

The room fills with her cries and moans. “Shh, shh you hear her talking back to me princess?” I say using my thumb to rub slow circles on her clit.“P-please Paige need your fing-” she moan as I bury my fingers into her sopping pussy, makong her breath hitch.

My fingers curl upwards and her eyes roll back, “Found it.”

I say as I speed up, rubbing circles into her pulsing clit, my fingers feeling her tethering closer and closer to the edge.

Her head lolls back into the pillow “M'Pagie, fuck, P.” My fingers continue rubbing the spongey spot “Look at me, birthday girl” I slow my pace a little, “Ma,look at me.” I  order, she looked at me, her eyes glossed over indicating that she was close.

She squirm and whine at the feeling of my fingers inside her dripping pussy speed up. Her mouth opens into an o shape at the filthy squelches that were filling up the room.“Paige, P.” she whimper helplessly. “I know baby, I can feel you squeezing my fingers, make a mess on my fingers mamas,” I says leaning into her biting, sucking at her neck, my cold silver chain dangling and grazing her hot sticky skin. Speeding my pace as I look at her holding eye contact, but before she warn me, she's cumming all over my fingers the white of her eyes the only thing visible.

She grip my arm for support as her legs become shaky. “I- mmm” her orgasm soon passes and I crawl off the bed to my knees, spreading her legs wider.

Gently I blow on her sensitive puffy clit, just before I'm slurping up her release moaning and groaning, holding her hips as she wiggling around from how sensitive she was now. “Mmm, baby you gotta be still m’tryna eat.” she gasp, gripping my hair as I'm practically french kissing her pussy.“So sensitive, f'me ma.” she whimper as she tugged harder on my hair. “I know baby but you can give me one more right?” I  says pulling away looking up at her.

My mouth glistening with her wetness as its dripping down my chin, I give her lower lips a kiss “Can’t you, ma?” I says before biting and sucking at her inner thighs.

Her hands are pulling me closer and I took that as his sign to continue.

Devouring her, my grip around her thighs tighten as I submerge his face into her pussy deepee, my nose ever so slightly grazing against her swollen clit.“Oh my god,” her moans grow louder as her orgasm gets closer, my hand reaches and presses down on her lower stomach.

She let's out a strangled cry out as a clear liquid shoots out of her pussy, her body convulsing as I look at her in shock. “Fuck, mamas."

Reader's pov

I was still catching my breath, my chest rising and falling as I stared at the ceiling of Paige’s bedroom. The room was dimly lit, the faint glow from the string lights casting soft shadows on the walls. Beside me, Paige was propped up on her elbow, her fingers tracing random patterns along my arm.

“You okay, baby?” she asked, her voice soft and teasing.

I nodded quickly, my cheeks heating up. “Yeah… I’m fine.”

“Fine?” she repeated, her tone dripping with amusement. “You sure? Because you’re acting all shy again.”

I groaned, burying my face into the pillow. “Stop it, Paige.”

She laughed, leaning down to kiss the top of my head. “What? It’s cute. You’re cute.”

“I’m not cute,” I mumbled, my voice muffled by the pillow.

“Hmm,” Paige hummed, pretending to think. “I don’t know. You were looking pretty cute about ten minutes ago.”

“Paige!” I whined, turning to glare at her, though the blush on my cheeks betrayed any attempt at seriousness.

“What?” she said innocently, her smile growing. “It’s your birthday, princess. I’m just giving you all the compliments you deserve.”

“You’re ridiculous,” I muttered, but I couldn’t stop the small smile that crept onto my lips.

“And you’re perfect,” she shot back, leaning in to press a kiss to my cheek.

I tried to roll away from her, but Paige was quicker, her arms wrapping around my waist to pull me back toward her.

“Nope, you’re not getting away that easily,” she said, her voice playful.

“Paige, let me go!” I protested, though my laughter betrayed me.

“Not a chance, ma,” she said, her lips brushing against my ear. “You’re stuck with me.”

A little while later, Paige got up from the bed, pulling on her hoodie as she walked toward the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” I asked, propping myself up on my elbow to watch her.

She glanced back at me with a smirk. “Running you a bath. You deserve it, birthday girl.”

My heart swelled at the gesture, and I sat up, wrapping the blanket around myself. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to,” she said simply, disappearing into the bathroom.

I heard the sound of water running and the faint clinking of bottles as she prepared the bath. A few minutes later, she reappeared, leaning against the doorframe with a satisfied look.

“Your bath is ready, princess,” she said, holding out her hand.

I took it, letting her guide me into the bathroom. The tub was filled with warm water, bubbles spilling over the edges. A few candles were lit on the counter, their soft glow making the room feel cozy and intimate.

“Paige, this is amazing,” I said, turning to look at her.

She shrugged, a small smile playing on her lips. “Only the best for my girl.”

I leaned up to kiss her, my lips lingering on hers. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” she murmured against my lips.

I stepped into the tub, sinking into the warm water with a content sigh. Paige knelt beside the tub, her chin resting on the edge as she watched me.

“You’re not joining me?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

She chuckled. “You want me to?”

“Yes,” I said without hesitation, giving her a pointed look.

Paige stood up, pulling off her hoodie and stepping out of her shorts. “Alright, scoot up, baby.”

I moved forward to make room for her, and she climbed in behind me, her arms wrapping around my waist as I leaned back against her.

“This is nice,” I said softly, closing my eyes as the warmth of the water and Paige’s presence enveloped me.

“Yeah, it is,” she agreed, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “Happy birthday, ma.”

We stayed like that for what felt like hours, the bubbles slowly disappearing and the water cooling. Paige’s hands moved lazily over my arms, her touch soothing and gentle.

“Do you ever think about the future?” I asked suddenly, my voice barely above a whisper.

“All the time,” Paige said without hesitation. “Especially with you.”

I turned my head slightly to look at her. “What do you mean?”

She smiled, her blue eyes meeting mine. “I mean I think about us. Where we’ll be in a few years, what kind of life we’ll have together. I want it all with you, baby.”

My heart skipped a beat, and I felt my cheeks heat up again. “You’re too good to me, Paige.”

“You deserve it, plus you're good to me too” she said simply, leaning in to kiss my temple.

The room fell into a comfortable silence again, the only sounds being the faint dripping of water and our steady breathing.

Eventually, the water grew too cold, and Paige nudged me gently. “Come on, princess. Let’s get out before you turn into an ice cube.”

I nodded, letting her help me out of the tub. She wrapped a towel around me, drying me off with care before doing the same for herself.

Back in the bedroom, Paige handed me one of her oversized shirts to wear, and I climbed into bed, feeling warm and content.

She joined me a moment later, pulling me close and tucking the blanket around us.

“Best birthday ever,” I murmured, my head resting on her chest.

Paige chuckled, her fingers running through my hair. “Glad I could make it special, baby. You deserve the world.”

And as I drifted off to sleep in her arms, I couldn’t help but think that maybe I already had it.

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       -Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

Tag list: @sayurireidotcom , @astroeliza , @paxaz535 , @0phantom0 , @starlighttsv , @authentic-girl03 , @sevyscoven .... (more to be added)

[izzih22]

Love reading your stuff!! You should do a pazzi one where Azzi gets sick but they have a big game coming up she refuses to miss so she doesn’t tell anyone and pushes herself too much in the game and ends up passing out. Just P being worried and cute fluff

You Don’t Have to Be the Hero Today

Note: A little short but hope you enjoy!!

UConn’s gym was packed. It was one of those rivalry nights—high-stakes, loud crowds, camera crews, alumni in the stands. The energy buzzed like static in the air, but Paige had something else prickling at the back of her neck.

Azzi.

She’d been quieter all day. Slower. The kind of quiet Paige had learned to read over years of friendship-turned-something-so-much-more. Azzi smiled at all the right times, did her usual pre-game routine, but Paige could see the flush in her cheeks that wasn’t just from warmups, the way she blinked harder than usual like her head was pounding. She hadn’t eaten much at breakfast. Hadn’t said much at shootaround. Paige had asked if she was okay.

Azzi had just kissed her on the cheek and said, “I’m fine. It’s game day.”

And now they were in the third quarter. Azzi had already dropped 17. She was defending like a demon, sprinting the floor, pulling the weight of the game like always—and Paige loved her for it. Loved her for being that relentless, that strong.

But now?

Paige passed off the ball and glanced over in time to see Azzi stumble. It was small. Barely noticeable. She reached to guard, then missed the assignment entirely. The crowd roared. Geno shouted something, but Paige didn’t hear it.

Because Azzi’s knees buckled.

And then she was on the floor.

“AZ!” Paige was across the court before anyone else had even moved, dropping to her knees, one hand already at Azzi’s back, the other on her cheek. Azzi’s eyes fluttered open and closed, her breathing shallow.

“I’m okay,” Azzi mumbled, but her voice cracked.

“No, you’re not,” Paige said, her voice shaking. “You passed out. Babe—what the hell?”

The trainers rushed in, and Paige backed off just enough to let them do their job, but her hand never left Azzi’s. The game faded. The crowd went silent in her ears. All she could see was her girl, pale and glassy-eyed, trying to sit up.

“You’re not okay,” Paige whispered again, brushing sweat-matted curls off Azzi’s forehead. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Azzi blinked. “Didn’t want to miss this.”

“You’re more important than a game.”

And when Azzi was finally helped to her feet, Paige wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her close as they walked toward the tunnel. The gym applauded, but Paige barely noticed. All she cared about was the girl leaning into her, trusting her completely.

—

Later that night, Azzi lay curled up in Paige’s dorm bed, bundled in blankets with a water bottle tucked into her side and Paige’s hoodie drowning her tiny frame. Her fever had broken, the trainers said she’d be okay, but Paige hadn’t let her out of her sight since.

“I’m sorry I scared you,” Azzi whispered, voice hoarse.

“You scared the hell out of me,” Paige murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. “But I get it. You’re stubborn. Stupidly hot when you’re determined, but still.”

Azzi gave a tired giggle. “Hot, even when I’m sweaty and half-conscious?”

“Disgustingly so.” Paige grinned. “But maybe next time, let me help carry the weight, okay? You don’t have to do it all alone. Not when I’m here.”

Azzi turned toward her, eyes soft, and Paige held her tighter.

“Okay,” she said. “Next time, I’ll tell you.”

And Paige just kissed her forehead again, whispering, “Good. Because I plan on loving you for a long, long time—and I’d prefer if you didn’t pass out in the middle of it.”

Azzi smiled, snuggled closer, and let herself fall asleep in the arms of the one person who always saw right through her.

[lcvecove]

⭑     …     ❝ 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 ❞ ; connor bedard

𝓹airing , fem!crosby!reader x connor bedard

in which supporting a crosby is in every canadian’s blood , so when sid’s daughter competes in the olympics, everyone is there to support, including her boyfriend connor.

꒰ 𝓷ote , I did use a few of summer’s pictures in this if you recognized her. she was obviously a huge inspiration for this smau. this was such a fun pairing to write! I might just have to write them again in the future 😋 . . . ꒱

TSN

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TSN: Y/N Crosby competed at the 2024 olympics. The eighteen year old won four medals in total for Canada. Three of which were gold, while also setting a new world record.

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user87: those crosby genes are strong

natemackinnon: YEAH SHE DID!

user12: always a good time when we get to see a crosby competing at the olympics

user15: *** a crosby carrying canada on their backs at the olympics

user98: *** a crosby dominating the olympics

pittsburgpenguins: baby sid all grown up and breaking records 🥺

kletang: just the other day she was a baby barely fitting in the stanley cup and now she’s a grown up

geno.malkin: little sid doing big sid things 😌

user11: I wonder if she ever gets tired of everyone always mentioning her dad when talking about her accomplishments

user52: I mean it’s hard not to mention him, considering her dad is THE sidney crosby.

user14: I think it’s really sweet how sid always tries to stay out of the spotlight to let her have her moment though. always trying to make sure no one spots him at her events and stuff. so all the attention will remain on her.

user19: I also think it helps that they have a really good relationship, Y/N is always happy to talk about her dad and has said countless times how much she admires him and how big of an influence he’s had on her life and her career. I think she understands what a big figure in canadian sports history her dad is and copes with that pretty well.

bradmarchand: doing us proud 🇨🇦

user70: am I going crazy or did you guys also see bedsy on your screen while she was swimming?

user56: I saw him too! wonder what he’s doing in Paris👀

yncrosby

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yncrosby: had my brat summer in paris😚⭐️🥐

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charlixcx: so iconic of you 💋

yncrosby: OMGG

yourbff: my best friend is an olympic gold medalist ⭐️😌

bradmarchand: kid better watch his hands

yncrosby: you can’t even see his hands ??

natemackinnon: exactly.

geno.malkin: good job baby sid

yncrosby: thank you G💛

user16: girl just tag him already we all know who it is

user13: fr. as if the TSN panel hasn’t been discussing their relationship for the last week 😭

sportsworld

sportsworld: nhl superstar connor bedard seen with girlfriend Y/N crosby in vancouver over the weekend. the pair was spotted having lunch with Y/N’s dad, Sidney Crosby.

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connorbedard: *** seen with three time gold medalist Y/N crosby

user17: tell them king

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[skiesuconn]

Lost in Argentina | Chapter 1

Pairing: Paige Buecker | Azzi Fudd WC: 12K Synopsis: The UConn women’s basketball team lands in Argentina for a training camp, but the real adventure? Paige’s last-minute packing disaster, Azzi’s snack obsession, and the endless chaos that follows. Between running from a rogue dog, getting locked in elevators, and arguing over coconut water, their Argentina trip becomes a mess—but in the best way. As the heat rises, so does the tension between Paige and Azzi, who are already more than just teammates. With every teasing remark and stolen moment, their bond deepens. It’s less about the training and more about finding love, laughter, and a little bit of chaos under the Argentine sun. Frankie's note: Appreciate the blurb idea! I definitely switched things up a bit, but still, big thanks. Credits to this blurb for the inspo. I love you anon. Let me know your thoughts loves, and yes, I'm aware that my masterlist is messy. i'll rework it this weekend.

The UConn women’s basketball team had been buzzing about this Argentina trip for weeks. It wasn’t just another overseas training camp—it was a chance to experience a new culture, eat amazing food, and bond as a team. Geno had called it a "learning opportunity," CD had called it a "chance to grow," and the players? They mostly saw it as an escape from Storrs' freezing winter.

Packing had been an adventure in itself. Paige, ever the last-minute packer, had thrown a chaotic mix of hoodies, basketball shorts, and an unnecessary amount of socks into her suitcase the night before. Azzi, on the other hand, had meticulously packed a separate bag just for snacks, because "you never know when you'll need fuel." Nika had insisted on bringing her own pillow, claiming it was the key to good sleep, and Caroline had made sure to bring an extra pair of sneakers in case of emergencies.

Now, stepping off the plane and into the scorching heat of Argentina, the contrast to Connecticut’s icy winds hit them like a wave. The sun bore down on them, a dry warmth wrapping around their skin like a thick blanket. Sweat began to bead at their temples almost instantly.

"Holy—it's like an oven out here!" Caroline groaned, fanning herself with her boarding pass.

"Bro we just escaped winter'' Aubrey exclaimed, adjusting her sunglasses.

"Welcome to my life," Nika said smugly, stretching her arms above her head. "This is nothing. Croatia in the summer? So muchh worse."

Aaliyah wiped her forehead. "How do you even function in this?"

"You adapt," Nika shrugged. "Or you melt. Your choice."

As they waited for the van, Paige pulled at the collar of her white thermal shirt, regretting her outfit choice. It clung to her lightly toned frame, her usual confident stance faltering as beads of sweat slid down her temple.

"Bro, why did I wear long sleeves?" she muttered.

Azzi, standing beside her, her mahogany-colored bodycon dress hugging every line of her figure, looked up from her coconut water with a small smirk. "Because you're bad at planning?"

Paige’s gaze flickered over Azzi, her jewelry glinting under the sun, her soft curls shifting with the warm breeze. "That’s bold coming from someone who packed an entire bag just for snacks," Paige shot back, eyeing Azzi’s tote full of protein bars and neatly stacked fruit containers.

"It’s called being prepared. Unlike you," Azzi replied smoothly, taking a slow, deliberate sip of her drink, her lips glistening slightly.

"Get a room," Nika chimed in, grinning. Paige shot her a glare, but her cheeks tinged slightly pink.

A commotion near the curb caught their attention. A small dog had somehow wriggled out of its owner’s grasp and was now zipping between people’s legs. Caroline took a startled step back, nearly knocking over Aaliyah. Aubrey, laughing, reached down to try and help the frantic owner, only for the dog to dart between her legs and send her stumbling forward. The entire team burst into laughter as Aubrey caught herself just in time.

"Yo, we’ve been here for five minutes, and we're already causing problems," Paige said, shaking her head.

"We? It's all you, P" Aaliyah corrected with a smirk.

Finally, their van pulled up, and they gathered their things. The inside was blissfully air-conditioned, the seats plush and comfortable. Geno slid into his spot near the front with a tired sigh.

"Alright, listen up," he started. "Don’t act like idiots, don’t get lost, and for the love of God, don’t make this harder than it needs to be."

"So basically, don’t be Paige?" Nika quipped.

"Exactly," Geno deadpanned.

The team erupted in laughter as Paige held a hand to her chest, feigning offense.

"Damn, y’all turning on me already? We haven’t even checked in yet!" Paige pouted.

"Oh, we’ve been turned," Aubrey teased, elbowing her.

The van ride was filled with chatter, jokes, and a couple of loud gasps when the driver nearly grazed a motorcyclist in traffic. By the time they arrived at the hotel, the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. The building itself was sleek and modern, its towering glass windows reflecting the city lights.

Inside, the air-conditioning was heavenly. The lobby was decorated with polished marble floors, plush chairs, and a massive chandelier that hung like a centerpiece, scattering light in delicate patterns across the ceiling.

A staff member approached with welcome drinks, small fruit-infused waters. Paige took a sip and immediately frowned. "Why does this taste… healthy?"

Azzi took hers without complaint, giving Paige a pointed look. "Because it is."

The team flopped onto the lobby couches, exhausted but still buzzing with energy. Paige took the opportunity to poke at Azzi’s arm. "Hey. You happy now that you got your coconut water?"

Azzi side-eyed her but nodded. "Very."

"Tragic. No Shirley Temples," Paige lamented dramatically. "And no Gatorade. What kind of establishment is this?"

"One that has coconut water," Azzi teased, taking another sip just to taunt her.

At the elevator, Paige dramatically insisted on being the one to press the button. She kept missing, hitting every floor except the one they needed. "Okay, okay, I got it now," she muttered before accidentally hitting the emergency stop.

The elevator jolted, and everyone screamed.

"PAIGE!" Nika yelled.

"SHIT, MY BAD" Paige yelped, frantically pressing more buttons. "This is why I don’t do responsibility!"

The doors finally opened, and the team stumbled out, some laughing, some shaking their heads. In their distraction, Paige and Azzi nearly entered the wrong room—536 instead of 535.

"Uh, I don’t think this is our room," Azzi mumbled, eyeing the door.

Just as Paige was about to argue, the door to 536 cracked open, revealing a confused businessman in a robe. "Can I help you?"

Paige threw up her hands. "Shit, wrong place"

Azzi tugged her away, barely holding back a laugh. "You're a natural, really"

Inside their actual suite, the view of the city stretched before them, lights twinkling in the distance. The suite was stunning—big windows, a sleek kitchen, a minibar stocked with weirdly expensive snacks, a large bathroom with a walk-in shower, and a balcony perfect for lounging.

Aubrey turned on the TV and was immediately met with an overly dramatic Spanish soap opera. The entire team stared at the screen as a woman slapped a man across the face, screaming something in rapid Spanish.

"This is already the best thing I’ve seen all trip," Nika declared, grabbing a seat.

"Yo, why are they all so stressed" Aaliyah added, squinting at the screen.

Aubrey rolled her eyes and reached for her phone. "I’d rather watch IG reels than watch someone dramatically fall down a staircase for five minutes."

"You have no culture," Paige sighed, shaking her head.

Azzi left for the bathroom as the team continued to bicker about whether or not the soap opera was a masterpiece. Paige stretched out on the bed, watching Azzi disappear with an amused smirk.

"That’s what I thought," she whispered to herself, her lips curving into a satisfied grin as she watched Azzi walk away, hips swaying just enough to make Paige rethink her definition of self-control.

The room had quieted after the flurry of activity, now just a soft hum of energy lingering in the air. Aubs, Lili and Nika had already finished getting ready and left the suite, leaving Azzi and Paige alone to finish their ''preparations''.

Azzi was still in front of the mirror, brushing through her tangled curls, the soft brush gliding through her hair as she pulled it into a messy bun. Her fingers worked carefully, but her mind wandered. She could feel Paige’s eyes on her even though she wasn’t looking. That feeling—warmth spreading over her skin—made her hands tremble slightly. Focus, Azzi, she told herself, but it was hard to ignore the way Paige’s presence made her pulse race.

The sound of the shower running stopped, and Paige finally emerged, the familiar scent of her body wash trailing in her wake. Her hair was still damp, a towel wrapped around her waist. Azzi caught herself staring for a moment, her eyes flicking quickly to the floor. Get it together, she thought, but her heart was already beating faster.

As Paige crossed the room, Azzi didn’t even notice she’d gotten so close until she felt warm breath on her neck.

Paige’s lips brushed her skin in a slow, lingering kiss. “You look too damn good right now,” she whispered, voice low and teasing. Azzi gasped, a soft tremor running through her body. She froze, brushing the thoughts of the outfit aside.

“Paige,” she whispered sharply, but there was no heat in her voice—just the familiar mix of teasing and slight panic. “Stop, we don’t have much time.”

Paige only smirked, her lips barely grazing the side of Azzi’s neck before she leaned in further. “I know, but you make it hard not to want to do…this.” She took her time, as though savoring every moment, letting Azzi feel every inch of her teasing touch.

Azzi let out a small laugh, but it was breathy, uncertain. Why does she always do this to me? she thought, pushing herself to turn around, her eyes locking with Paige’s.

Before she could react, Paige swept her into her arms with surprising ease, lifting her by the ass and dropping her onto the bed with a light thud. Azzi’s breath hitched, an involuntary laugh escaping her lips as she landed in Paige’s lap.

“See? Told you. You make this whole getting ready thing impossible,” Paige teased, her lips brushing against Azzi’s ear as she whispered something so cheesy it made Azzi roll her eyes.

“I swear, Paige,” Azzi said, but the heat in her cheeks betrayed her. “We need to wait until after dinner, we can't do this right now” she added with a playful tone, though her voice faltered slightly.

Paige grinned, but reluctantly pulled away. “Okay beautiful, I'll be patient.” she said, but the mischief in her eyes told Azzi it wouldn’t last long.

As Azzi stood up, Paige’s hand landed on her ass with a playful smack that made Azzi jump slightly. She turned back to face Paige, feigning shock. “Really?”

“Uh-huh,” Paige answered with a shrug, her smirk only growing. “What? You like it.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, turning back to pick her outfit for the evening. She chose a silk, creamy white skirt that fell elegantly to her ankles. The fabric shimmered in the light, giving off a luxurious feel. She paired it with a corset-style crop top that showcased just the right amount of skin. The back of the top revealed her smooth, athletic back, making her feel bold and confident as she slipped into the black sandals.

But Paige—being, well, Paige—wasn’t going to let it slide that easily. She crossed the room to Azzi, unable to resist. Before Azzi even realized what was happening, Paige kissed her deeply, pulling her in with the force of a storm. Azzi melted into the kiss, a sigh escaping her lips as she felt herself become weak under the heat of it.

Azzi pulled back, breathless but smirking. “You need to get dressed too,” she said, though her voice was softer, filled with something Azzi didn’t quite know how to name.

Paige pouted dramatically. “Can’t I just wear my bathrobe?” she teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Azzi raised an eyebrow, trying to mask the sudden flurry of emotions. “Hurry up, Paige,” she said, voice just a little breathy, but not enough to give herself away.

Paige sighed, but eventually grabbed her clothes. She slipped on a soft, creamy white knitted button-up and matching shorts that looked effortless but still cute. Her white sneakers completed the look, and Azzi couldn’t help but stare, her gaze lingering just a second longer than necessary. Focus, Azzi, she reminded herself, but it didn’t seem to work.

“Do you like?” Paige asked, noticing the way Azzi’s eyes had gone soft.

Azzi didn’t answer immediately. Her heart beat harder in her chest, and she bit her lip, trying to hide the way her body was betraying her. “Yeah,” she said, though her voice was barely above a whisper. She turned away to hide the blush creeping up her cheeks, but it didn’t work.

Paige grinned, but then she did something Azzi wasn’t expecting. She picked up the infinity necklace she’d given Azzi and placed it gently in her hands. “Put this on,” Paige said quietly.

Azzi hesitated, but then she nodded, feeling the warmth of Paige’s hands still on the necklace before she moved to sit on the stool. She could feel Paige’s eyes on her, and her skin tingled. As she put the necklace on, Paige spritzed some cologne into the air, the scent filling the room as she headed to the bathroom.

When Paige returned, she caught sight of Azzi wearing the necklace, her eyes softening. “You look beautiful,” she whispered, her voice low and sincere.

Azzi smiled shyly, her heart fluttering at the words. But then, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she teased, “Now, put on some rings.”

Paige groaned dramatically but indulged her, slipping the silver rings onto her fingers. Azzi, without saying a word, took her hand and started playing with Paige’s fingers. The soft touch sent shivers up Paige’s spine, and she found herself struggling to keep her cool. Focus. Just a few more minutes.

Azzi stopped playing with Paige’s fingers and eyed them for a moment. “You’ve been biting your nails again, haven’t you?” she asked knowingly, her tone light but playful.

Paige froze, not expecting Azzi to notice. “Uh, stress,” she muttered quickly, but Azzi was having none of it.

After a moment of quiet, Azzi’s lips curled into a smile. She kissed Paige’s cheek lightly, her touch almost making Paige forget what they were doing. “We need to hurry,” Azzi said, the softness of her voice sending a shiver through Paige’s body.

As they finally got ready to leave, the playful tension between them felt like it was about to boil over. Azzi was already heading toward the door when Paige reached out and grabbed her arm, halting her in place.

“Wait,” Paige said, her tone mischievous. Azzi raised an eyebrow, confused.

Paige glanced over her shoulder at a group of teenage boys standing just behind them. “You’re not going in yet,” she said, almost too seriously for how playful she was trying to sound. “Let them go first.”

Azzi blinked, still not fully understanding. “What’s wrong?” she asked, turning back to the boys who were oblivious to the conversation.

Paige leaned in, lowering her voice to a whisper. “Trust me,” she said. “I don’t want them looking at you like that.”

Azzi’s heart skipped, and she could feel the warmth spread across her face. She tried to laugh it off. “You’re such a dork,” she said affectionately, though the flutter in her stomach gave her away.

Paige puffed out her chest like a dramatic superhero. “What? I got my spidey senses”

Azzi rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but smile. “Okay, Spiderman, I’ll let you do your thing,” she said, stepping back to let the boys take the elevator first.

As the elevator doors opened and the boys filed in, Paige turned to Azzi, her grin wide and devilish. “Besides,” she said, her voice teasing, “it’s just a good excuse to be this close to you.”

Azzi’s heart skipped a beat. She loved how Paige could always turn any situation into something playful. “You’re so cheesy,” Azzi said, but her smile said everything Paige needed to hear.

As Azzi stepped inside, she felt the weight of Paige’s eyes on her, burning through every exposed inch of skin like a slow, deliberate caress. A blush crept across her cheeks, but she didn’t shy away. Instead, she lifted her chin, a slow smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she watched Paige—who was, quite literally, devouring her with her gaze.

Paige let out a low whistle, dragging her eyes over Azzi’s outfit, lingering shamelessly on the sloping curve of her back, the delicate dip of her waist, the way her silk skirt clung just enough before flowing down. She bit her lip, tilting her head as if she were truly contemplating something profound.

“You're sweet,” Paige said, grinning wide, but her voice had that low, rough edge that made Azzi’s stomach tighten.

Azzi hummed, stepping into Paige’s space, close enough that their noses brushed, her smile widening when she felt Paige suck in a quiet breath. Their eye contact was molten—charged, teasing, but something softer lingered underneath it, something that made Azzi feel like she was being seen in a way no one else had ever managed before.

Paige’s fingers found their way to Azzi’s sides, rubbing small, slow circles, her touch feather-light but sending a ripple of heat up Azzi’s spine. She leaned in further, breath warm against Azzi’s cheek, her voice turning into something that dripped sin.

"And so sexy."

Her hands slipped lower, barely grazing the soft fabric of Azzi’s skirt.

"Completely hot for me."

Azzi bit her lip, eyes half-lidded as she tilted her head just slightly, watching the way Paige’s gaze flickered from her lips to her throat and back up again.

"Oh, and did I forget to mention that you're sexy?" Paige murmured, her grin sharp, predatory.

Azzi, already feeling the warmth bloom over her skin, turned around just to glare at her—but the playful smile tugging at her lips gave her away. "You're so self-assured, it's almost too cute."

Paige smirked, looking entirely too pleased with herself. “Oh, I know. I get that a lot.” She winked, sauntering after Azzi into the elevator like she hadn’t just made the temperature in the room rise ten degrees.

Azzi shook her head, trying to compose herself, but it was impossible—not when Paige followed her inside and casually leaned against the elevator wall like she hadn’t just spent the past two minutes lighting her on fire. The doors slid shut, and suddenly, it was just the two of them, the soft hum of the elevator the only thing breaking the thick silence between them.

Paige sidled closer, their shoulders brushing. Her fingers found their way to Azzi’s waist again, this time pressing with just a little more intention. “Seriously though,” she murmured, her voice still teasing but tinged with something deeper, “how do you manage to make a simple silk skirt look like it belongs on a runway?”

Azzi let out a soft laugh, rolling her eyes. “It’s called having good taste.” She tried to sound unaffected, but her pulse betrayed her, hammering against her ribs.

Paige raised an eyebrow, feigning shock. “Oh, so it’s not because you’re a goddess in disguise?” She tilted her head, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Guess I’ll have to start calling you ‘Divine.’”

Azzi snorted, covering her mouth in a failed attempt to hide her laughter. “Did KK tell you to say that one?”

Paige grinned. “Maybe”

And then Paige did something—something that shattered the teasing, the pretense, the space between them. She lifted a hand, brushing a loose curl away from Azzi’s face, her touch slow, deliberate. Her fingers lingered just beneath Azzi’s ear, tilting her chin up slightly. The moment stretched, the air in the elevator crackling, until Paige finally leaned in and kissed her.

It was soft at first—just a press of lips, the kind that whispered a thousand unsaid things. But then Azzi made a small, breathless sound, and Paige deepened it instantly, her hand slipping to cup the back of Azzi’s neck, fingers tangling in her hair. Azzi melted into her, her hands fisting the fabric of Paige’s shirt, pulling her in. Paige tasted like warmth and something faintly sweet, and Azzi swore she could feel her smirk against her lips when Paige bit down, just enough to make her shiver.

The elevator dinged, snapping them out of their daze, but neither of them moved for a second. Paige’s lips hovered over Azzi’s, her breath a little uneven, her pupils blown wide.

“Well, damn,” Paige finally murmured, looking dazed and way too pleased with herself. “That was… something.”

Azzi swallowed, trying to collect herself. “Shut up,” she muttered, but her flushed cheeks betrayed her.

The doors slid open, and before they could step out, a familiar voice cut through the moment.

“Look who’s finally here,” Aubrey called, arms crossed, her signature smirk firmly in place. “Took you long enough.”

Azzi groaned, covering her face with one hand. “We were just waiting for the elevator to clear out.”

Paige, still high off the moment, turned to Aubrey with a cocky grin. “Yeah, we were just being… considerate.” She waggled her eyebrows, crossing her arms like a proud little peacock. “Didn’t want to make a scene.”

Aubrey arched a brow, unimpressed. “Uh-huh, sure.”

Paige took Azzi’s hand, lacing their fingers together before tugging her toward the waiting Uber. As they climbed into the car, Paige greeted the driver with an over-exaggerated Spanish accent that made Azzi close her eyes and let out a deep, suffering sigh.

“Por favor, Paige,” Azzi muttered under her breath, covering her face.

Paige just laughed, reaching over to squeeze Azzi’s thigh. “What? I’m trying, okay?”

Azzi huffed but couldn’t hide her smile. “Better not talk the rest of the ride.”

Paige leaned in, voice dropping into a lower, silkier tone. “Oh, I’ll be quiet.” Her fingers trailed absently over Azzi’s knee, up her thigh. “But just so you know, I’ll be thinking very loud things.”

Azzi exhaled slowly, turning to look at her, meeting her gaze with something equally unreadable and heated. “Be patient,” she murmured, her voice smooth and full of promise.

Paige’s eyes darkened, her grip tightening just slightly.

As the Uber pulled away, the air between them remained thick with anticipation, every small touch and glance charged with what was to come.

--

As the Uber ride came to a close, the atmosphere inside the car felt strangely calm, but also electric, as if both Paige and Azzi knew something was brewing. Paige fidgeted in her seat, trying to come up with something clever to say. Her failed attempt to thank the driver in Spanish was met with an awkward chuckle from Azzi, who was doing her best to hide her grin.

“Uh, gracias mucho?” Paige said, her accent more like a bad impersonation than anything else.

Azzi couldn’t help but laugh, her voice dripping with amusement. "You are so bad at this."

The driver smiled kindly, barely suppressing his own laughter. "De nada."

Azzi grabbed Paige’s hand, tugging her out of the car. The touch was casual, but the way her fingers lingered against Paige’s palm sent a slow burn through her veins. "Come on, let’s get inside before you offend anyone else," she muttered under her breath, still laughing at Paige's Spanish mishap.

As they approached the entrance of the restaurant, Aubrey was already waiting outside, her black jacket gleaming under the streetlights. She turned, giving them a once-over with a smirk plastered on her face. “Took you two long enough. What were you doing? Making out in the backseat?”

Paige rolled her eyes, but Azzi just shook her head, a soft blush creeping up her neck. She squeezed Paige’s hand again, tighter this time, almost like a warning. "We were just…talking," Azzi said, her voice soft but amused.

Talking. Sure.

They turned toward the restaurant, a fancy Argentinian place with grand windows that let the soft glow of golden light spill out onto the sidewalk. The air was thick with the intoxicating scent of sizzling meat and spices, the rhythm of tango music humming faintly in the background. It was romantic, charged, the kind of place where secrets slipped out between sips of red wine and stolen glances.

Inside, the restaurant felt like something out of a film. The dark wood of the furniture contrasted with the warm, amber lighting, creating a cozy yet sophisticated ambiance. Chandeliers dripped from the ceiling, their crystals reflecting the soft light and casting delicate patterns on the polished floors. The low murmur of conversation filled the space, punctuated by laughter, by the clinking of silverware against fine china.

Azzi adjusted the hem of her skirt, the smooth fabric hugging her hips in a way that made Paige's breath hitch. The movement was subtle, but deliberate, as if she knew exactly what she was doing. Her toned legs caught the light with every step, the bold brown lip color enhancing the sharp cut of her cheekbones. Paige wanted to look away, should have looked away, but she couldn’t. Especially not when Azzi turned, her eyes meeting Paige’s with that quiet, knowing smile that always managed to unravel her from the inside out.

Paige, in contrast, had a more laid-back look, but she still exuded an effortless sexiness. The cream-colored button-up she wore was unbuttoned just enough to hint at the toned muscle beneath, the knitted white shorts showing off her powerful thighs. There was something unfair about how easily she carried herself—relaxed, confident, like she had nothing to prove, even when she was actively unraveling Azzi with just her presence.

As they walked up to the long table where the rest of the team sat, Caroline glanced up from her phone, her expression unreadable before she smirked. A knowing smirk. Ayanna and Ice were caught up in conversation, but Aubrey? Aubrey was watching them like a hawk, one eyebrow raised in suspicion.

At the end of the table sat Geno and CD. Geno, always impatient, already had a menu in his hand, looking mildly annoyed, while CD casually flipped through the wine list. As soon as they approached, Geno couldn’t resist commenting.

“Nice of you two to join us,” he said dryly, his voice laced with sarcasm. “I was starting to think you got lost on the way.”

Paige, still feeling the heat of Azzi’s lingering touches, just rolled her eyes. "Paige did. Her Spanish skills almost started an international crisis,” Azzi quipped, settling into her seat with a smirk.

CD snorted, clearly not surprised. “I believe that.”

Dinner was a blur of teasing and laughter, but underneath it all, there was something else. Something simmering just beneath the surface. Paige felt it every time Azzi brushed her fingers against her wrist, every time her leg pressed a little too firmly against hers under the table. And then there was the way Azzi watched her—like she knew Paige was squirming, like she was enjoying it.

Paige shot Azzi a playful glare but couldn’t help laughing. "Hey! I was trying," she protested.

“And yet, the effort is still embarrassing,” Aubrey chimed in, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

The team settled into their seats, and the ordering chaos began. Aaliyah, being vegetarian, carefully asked the waiter about meat-free options, which led to a bit of confusion. Ice stared at the menu with the focus of someone trying to decode an ancient manuscript, squinting at the options. Nika had an unintentional disaster with her attempt at Spanish, accidentally ordering a completely different dish than intended, much to her embarrassment. Paige’s attempt was so bad the waiter just blinked at her in confusion, causing everyone at the table to erupt into laughter.

Azzi sighed, her voice dripping with affection. “She’ll have what I’m having. And two Shirley Temples.”

Paige grinned, nudging Azzi’s leg under the table, her touch lingering. “That’s my girl,” she murmured, voice low, teasing.

Azzi rolled her eyes but didn’t fight the smile tugging at her lips. "I don’t know why I bother with you sometimes."

Paige smirked, shifting slightly so her knee pressed firmly against Azzi’s. "Because you love me," she whispered, her lips barely moving, but the words sent a slow burn straight to Azzi’s stomach.

As they waited for their food, the conversation continued flowing with ease. Nika teased Paige relentlessly about her failed Spanish, Caroline gossiped about a recent WNBA trade rumor, and Ice shared a ridiculous story about someone (probably Paige) tripping over their own feet during practice. Aubrey chimed in with a dramatic reenactment, complete with exaggerated gestures, making everyone laugh.

Then, unexpectedly, a small boy approached Azzi shyly, holding out his phone. "Excuse me, are you Azzi Fudd? Can I get a picture?"

Azzi smiled warmly, her eyes softening as she crouched down to meet the boy’s gaze. “Of course!” she said, her voice gentle, her presence radiating kindness.

Before she could stand back up, Paige slid into the frame, grinning. "Can I be in it too?" she asked, her voice playful.

The boy nodded, and a quick photo was snapped. As soon as it was over, the boy ran off without a word. Paige couldn’t help but pout. "Wow. Guess I’m just a background character now."

Azzi laughed, her fingers trailing up Paige’s thigh under the table, her touch slow, deliberate. Paige’s breath hitched, her grin faltering just slightly. "Don’t worry," Azzi murmured, her voice velvety smooth, "You’re still my main character."

When the food arrived, the table quieted for a moment as everyone dug in. The team made a half-hearted attempt to thank the waiters in Spanish, though Paige’s attempt this time was miraculously correct, earning a proud nod from Azzi.

But Paige barely tasted her food, too focused on the way Azzi kept touching her—her fingers brushing against Paige’s wrist, her nails dragging lazily along the seam of Paige’s shorts, the way her lips curved into a smirk every time Paige shifted in her seat. It was intoxicating, the heat building between them with every glance, every accidental brush of skin.

Azzi leaned in, her lips just a breath away from Paige’s ear. “You’re squirming.”

Paige exhaled sharply, trying to act unaffected, but her voice came out just a little too breathless. “You’re playing dirty.”

Azzi tilted her head slightly, her cheek brushing against Paige’s, her voice nothing but a whisper. “And you love it.”

Paige swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around her fork. She did love it. And Azzi knew it. She always did.

Paige leaned in close, her breath warm against Azzi’s ear, voice low and dripping with intent. “Meet me in the bathroom. Now.”

Azzi didn’t respond right away. She didn’t have to. The look in Paige’s eyes was enough to make her stomach flip, her skin prickle with anticipation. She took a slow sip of her drink, waiting for the perfect moment before casually pushing back her chair. She didn’t need to look to know Paige was already walking ahead, the confident sway of her hips an unspoken command.

Inside the dimly lit restroom, Paige leaned against the counter, fingers tapping idly against the cool marble. The mirror reflected the flicker of mischief in her darkened gaze as she watched Azzi step in and quietly shut the door behind her.

“Took you long enough,” Paige murmured, voice thick with something deeper, something dangerous.

Azzi barely had a second to react before Paige grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into the nearest stall, locking the door with a sharp click. Their mouths collided, all heat and urgency, lips parting instantly as Paige backed Azzi up against the stall door. Azzi gasped into the kiss, fingers digging into Paige’s biceps as she felt the solid strength beneath her shirt. Paige’s hands were everywhere—gripping her hips, sliding up the curve of her waist, teasing just under the hem of her top before skimming over bare skin.

Azzi’s curls tumbled free as Paige yanked her hair tie loose, fingers threading through the soft, unruly strands. “God,” Paige murmured against her lips, voice breathless, reverent. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Azzi smirked, despite the racing of her heart. “Oh, I think I have some idea.”

Paige groaned, her teeth catching Azzi’s bottom lip as she trailed open-mouthed kisses down her jaw. She pressed in closer, her knee slipping between Azzi’s thighs, the heat of her body sending a shiver down Azzi’s spine.

“You wore this just to torture me, didn’t you?” Paige whispered, lips brushing over the pulse thrumming wildly in Azzi’s throat.

Azzi exhaled sharply, nails dragging down Paige’s back as she grinned. “And what if I did?”

Paige’s grip tightened, hands sliding lower, fingers ghosting over the waistband of Azzi’s skirt. The teasing was excruciating, deliberate, every touch designed to make Azzi squirm. Her breathing hitched as Paige’s hands inched further, knuckles grazing her bare skin.

Azzi’s voice was low, commanding. “Take your rings off.”

Paige hesitated for a fraction of a second, then obeyed. She turned to the tiny metal table beside them, her fingers gliding over the cool surface as she slid the rings off one by one. The absence of them made her touch softer, more intimate as she returned her hands to Azzi’s hips, pressing her firmly against the door.

Each kiss was deep, slow, lingering, sending a coil of heat twisting tighter in Azzi’s stomach. Paige was thorough, mapping out every sensitive spot with lips, tongue, and teeth until Azzi was barely holding onto the railing for support. Paige’s hands were bold now, fingertips dragging up the inside of Azzi’s thighs, teasing just at the edge of where she wanted her most. Azzi let out a quiet, desperate whimper, hips canting forward as Paige smirked against her skin.

“You’re already this worked up?” Paige teased, voice thick with satisfaction. She nipped at Azzi’s collarbone, tongue following the mark she left behind.

Azzi let out a shuddering breath, grabbing Paige’s wrist and guiding her exactly where she needed her. “Shut up and do something about it.”

Paige chuckled, a dark, wicked sound, before obliging, her fingers slipping beneath fabric, touch deliberate and slow. Azzi’s grip tightened on Paige’s shoulders, nails biting into skin as she struggled to stay quiet, her breath coming in short, needy gasps.

Then, just as Paige’s fingers pressed deeper, the bathroom door creaked open.

“You two in here?” Ice’s voice rang out, teasing, entirely unimpressed.

Paige stilled. Azzi squeezed her eyes shut, biting back a groan.

Paige was the first to recover, clearing her throat as she called out, “Yeah, just—uh, fixing Azzi’s skirt!”

A pause. Then Ice scoffed. “Right. Try not to traumatize anyone, please.”

Silence settled between them as they listened to the door swing shut.

Slowly, Azzi let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Paige leaned back, a wicked grin tugging at her lips. “We’re really bad at this.”

Azzi smoothed down her skirt, cheeks flushed. “Yeah, no kidding.”

Paige reached for her rings, sliding them back onto her fingers—except one was missing.

Azzi twirled it between her fingers, slipping it onto her own hand before Paige could take it back.

Paige raised an eyebrow. “You stole one.”

Azzi’s lips curled into a smirk, holding up her hand. “You didn’t seem to mind.”

Paige exhaled a laugh, shaking her head as she traced a finger over the ring now snug on Azzi’s hand. “It’s cute, though,” she murmured, voice softer now.

Azzi looked up at her, something unspoken passing between them. She didn’t say anything—she didn’t have to. Instead, she took Paige’s hand and intertwined their fingers, the stolen ring cool against her own skin.

They took a moment to adjust their clothes, trying to smooth out any signs of what had just transpired, but the energy between them was undeniable. Paige washed her hands, glancing at Azzi in the mirror. Their eyes met, and the connection between them felt even stronger than before. Their touches were softer now, but no less intimate.

They exited the bathroom, moving back to the table with a newfound sense of confidence, but there was an undeniable buzz in the air between them. CD immediately gave Azzi a once-over, a skeptical look in her eyes. “You okay? You look out of breath.”

Azzi, her cheeks flushed but her voice steady, cleared her throat. “I—uh—got caught up… with the toilet?” she said, trying to cover up the obvious.

Caroline snorted, eyeing the ring on Azzi’s finger. “Did you go shopping in there?”

Azzi tried to explain, but no one bought it. The teasing began, and the night carried on with more laughter and banter.

As dinner wound down, Paige took out her phone, pretending to be serious. “I need to do my Duolingo lesson,” she announced with mock-urgency.

Azzi rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips. “That’s really what’s on your mind right now?”

Paige nodded with a grin. “Gotta keep my streak alive.”

Before they left, Paige casually turned to Aubrey. “Oh, by the way, don’t go into our room tonight,” she said, her voice light, but there was an unspoken promise behind the words.

Azzi couldn’t help but smile at the hidden meaning, the night ending with a perfect blend of teasing and desire.

With a gentle thud, the door to their hotel room closed, and the air was heavy with a tension that neither of them was yet brave enough to confront but that they could both feel in their veins. Everything felt a bit too close, a bit too right, because of the heat that twisted beneath the skin.

Paige tossed the key card onto the nightstand with a lazy flick of her wrist, stretching her arms over her head just a bit too dramatically, her shirt riding up to reveal a sliver of her toned stomach. She knew exactly what she was doing—knew how to work the room, knew how to make Azzi’s mind race without even trying. Azzi stood by the door, biting her lip, eyes glued to Paige’s movement. It was almost unfair how easy it was for Paige to command attention, even when she wasn’t trying. Her shirt was wrinkled from dinner, unbuttoned just enough to make Azzi want to reach over and pull it off, fingers itching for the excuse. Her baggy shorts clung to her hips, the way she wore them not out of sloppiness but out of knowing exactly how good it looked. The sight made Azzi’s breath hitch—Paige had the ability to look casual and sexy all at once.

Azzi couldn't stop staring. She felt exposed, despite being fully clothed in her tight skirt that fit her like a second skin. She was acutely aware of every single inch of her body, the way the fabric hugged her curves, the way the strap of her top had slipped off her shoulder, just enough to hint at what was underneath. She hated how much it made her want to crawl into Paige’s space, kiss her senseless, and let the tension boil over.

Paige caught the glance, that flicker of something raw in Azzi’s eyes. She smirked, a predatory glint in her gaze. "You look like you have something on your mind." Her voice was teasing, but there was something deeper in it, something that sent a rush of heat straight to Azzi’s core.

Azzi’s response was a scoff, but it came out breathy, almost like a sigh. "You’re annoying."

Paige took a step closer, the distance between them shrinking, and for a moment, Azzi was frozen in place. “Yeah?” Paige’s voice dropped low, teasing. She reached out, fingers grazing the exposed skin of Azzi’s shoulder, deliberately slow, a soft caress that made Azzi’s heart skip. Her touch lingered, trailing down the curve of Azzi’s collarbone, and Azzi felt a shiver run down her spine.

“Then why are you staring at me like that?”

Azzi bit her lip, fighting the urge to respond to Paige’s challenge. The problem was that Paige was so damn good at getting under her skin, and Azzi had never been able to resist her. "I—" Azzi’s throat went dry, and she cursed herself for not being able to form a coherent sentence. It was as if Paige was a magnet and Azzi was the iron, and there was nothing she could do but pull closer.

Before Azzi could recover, Paige leaned in just a bit more, close enough that Azzi could feel the heat of her breath on her skin. The faint scent of Paige’s cologne, sweet and warm, filled her senses. It was intoxicating. And the worst part? It made Azzi want more.

“Cat got your tongue?” Paige murmured, lips barely grazing the shell of Azzi’s ear, her fingers now tracing the strap of Azzi’s top, teasing her with that soft, barely-there touch. Azzi's pulse quickened, her skin tightening under the contact. It was torture. Pure, delicious torture.

Azzi’s voice was barely a whisper when she managed to speak. “Shut up.”

Suddenly, Azzi was unable to handle it any longer. She grabbed Paige's shirt collar and pulled her closer, planting a forceful kiss on her lips that was anything but tender. It was frantic and ravenous, and although neither of them was yet ready to acknowledge their desires, they both knew exactly what they wanted.

Paige's breath quickened, her hands pulling Azzi closer, fingers slipping beneath the hem of her skirt. The heat between them was undeniable, each kiss igniting something deeper, something that felt like it could consume them whole.

Azzi’s hands gripped Paige's shoulders, her nails digging in slightly as she pressed her body against hers, eager, desperate for more. Every kiss was a new rush, a wave they couldn't stop riding.

Paige broke away, her lips brushing Azzi’s ear, her voice low, filled with raw sincerity. "I want to make you feel everything," she whispered, the words soft but charged, a promise that both thrilled and calmed her. "Let me show you how much you mean to me."

Azzi’s breath hitched, her eyes closing at the sound of Paige’s voice, so tender and unwavering. It was the trust, the way Paige made her feel seen, like she could let go and still be safe. Her heart beat faster, not just from the fire between them, but from the depth of what they were sharing.

With a quiet gasp, Azzi tugged Paige back into another kiss, her hands finding the back of Paige’s neck, pulling her closer as if she couldn't get enough. Paige’s touch was gentle yet insistent, moving with purpose as she let her hands roam, each touch sending a spark through Azzi’s veins.

With her fingers pushing into the waistband, Paige pulled back just enough to rip her skirt off before Azzi was able to argue, throwing it away as like it were nothing. Paige's voice was raw and full of yearning as she exclaimed, "God, you're so fucking hot." Before her lips touched the delicate flesh of Azzi's inner thigh, she spent no time in sitting between her legs and sending scorching, open-mouthed kisses down Azzi's body.

Azzi's body shook with anticipation as her breath caught. She would have gone crazy just from the sensation of Paige's kisses on her skin. She whimpered, her hands clutching the covers underneath her as her body pleaded for more. "Paige…please."

With a sly smile, Paige drew back just enough to meet Azzi's gaze. "You know what you want, don’t you?" Her eyes, black with hunger, deceived her, even though her voice was playful. The unexpected, wonderful pressure caused Azzi's back to arch off the bed as she moaned and flicked her tongue against her clit.

Azzi moaned, her voice shaking, "Fuck, don't stop." Paige didn't need any more encouragement. She sucked her clit into her mouth, her tongue working in a rhythm that made Azzi see stars. The pleasure was so great that Azzi had to bite her lip to keep from screaming.

As Azzi gasped, her body clenched around her as Paige inserted a finger inside her, just as she was about to lose control. Azzi begged, "I need… all of you" Azzi pleaded, her passion haze preventing her from speaking clearly.

Paige, as always, was too slow for Azzi’s liking, taking her time, teasing her, savoring every inch of Azzi. She pushed her finger in and out, her mouth never leaving Azzi’s clit, and Azzi’s hands shot out, gripping Paige’s hair, pushing her closer, desperate for more.

The pressure was building, her body trembling with need. Paige’s fingers worked in perfect time with her mouth, sending Azzi’s mind spiraling into a frenzy of sensation. '' Fuck, you’re gonna make me—” Azzi cut herself off, her voice a strained moan as she felt the pressure building in her stomach, like a tightening coil just about to snap.

Paige pulled back just enough to look up at Azzi, eyes dark and lust-filled. “C'mon, tell me what you want'' she demanded, her voice husky.

Azzi couldn’t speak, her chest heaving, her body already on the edge. Instead, she just nodded, her fingers tightening in Paige’s hair, pulling her back down. Paige grinned, knowing exactly what Azzi needed, and dove right back in.

And just when it felt like Azzi was going to lose herself completely, there was a sharp knock on the door.

Both of them froze, hearts pounding in their chests, breath ragged.

Another knock, louder this time.

“Hotel service,” a muffled voice called from the other side.

Azzi groaned, her head falling back against the door as she stared at Paige in disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me”

Paige, despite the situation, let out a breathless laugh, clearly amused by the timing. "Is it breakfast already?"

Azzi, desperate to get her bearings, shoved Paige off her, both of them scrambling to compose themselves. Paige straightened out Azzi’s top with a wink. “Guess we’re gonna have to pick this up later.”

Azzi shot her a look, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire. “You’re impossible.”

Paige just grinned, unbothered. “And yet, you’re still here.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, but the flush on her face betrayed her. With a dramatic sigh, she walked over to the door, pulling it open.

The hotel worker, a middle-aged woman with a knowing smile, glanced between them, eyebrows raised in amusement. “¿Interrumpo algo?” she asked, her Argentinian accent thick, but the playful tone was unmistakable.

Azzi, still reeling from the moment, tried to shake her head. “No, uh, just—”

The worker raised an eyebrow, stepping in with a tray. “Ah, bueno. But you two, much tension. Like telenovela. Hehe.” She winked. “Cuidado, the walls thin.”

Paige, catching onto the joke, grinned like a cat that just ate the canary. “Oh, I like her.”

Azzi, mortified, covered her face with a pillow as the worker left with a chuckle. Paige, of course, couldn’t help but smirk. "Looks like we have an audience,"

Azzi shot her a glare, but it was hard to stay mad when her heart was still racing, her body still craving more.

“Shut up,” she muttered, throwing a pillow at her.

The bathroom door clicked shut, the sound lost in the heavy humidity that clung to the air, thick and warm like the quiet between them. Azzi stood in front of the mirror, her hands hesitating at the waistband of her skirt. She could feel Paige’s gaze behind her, that knowing stare that felt like it was pulling her skin taut, like she was being seen in a way she couldn’t quite escape.

When Azzi let the skirt slip from her body, it fell with a soft rustle, brushing against her legs before it hit the floor with a light thud. The air felt different now—charged, like a spark waiting to catch fire. Paige didn’t move right away, but Azzi could feel her presence, could sense how her breath had shifted, how the rhythm of it became heavier, deeper. Azzi wondered if Paige was counting down the seconds until she crossed that line they both had been dancing around for too long.

But then, without warning, Paige’s laughter broke through the silence. It was warm, easy, that signature laugh of hers that always managed to make Azzi’s heart flutter. “Really?” she teased, her voice low and playful, but Azzi heard the edge beneath it. She heard the way Paige was fighting back something more, something deeper.

Azzi smirked, her lips curling with that tiny bit of satisfaction she always felt when she managed to get under Paige’s skin. “Yeah, really,” she replied, the words softer than she intended, carrying a weight she wasn’t ready to acknowledge.

Before she could think too much about it, Paige was there, her hands settling on Azzi’s hips, grounding her in a way that made her knees weak. Azzi’s breath caught in her chest, the heat of Paige’s touch seeping through her thin shirt, searing her skin. Her body was suddenly aware of everything—every brush of Paige’s fingers, every second that stretched between them.

Azzi reached for the collar of Paige’s shirt, pulling her forward with a quiet force. Her breath was uneven, her chest rising and falling with each shallow inhale. She wanted to speak, wanted to say something to break the tension that was wrapping tighter around them with every passing second, but all she could do was let her fingers trace the outline of Paige’s jaw, the same jaw she had spent countless moments staring at, memorizing.

Paige didn’t say anything. Instead, she leaned in, her lips brushing just below Azzi’s ear, sending a wave of shivers down her spine. “You’re always making me clean up your messes,” Paige whispered, the words so casual, so teasing, but Azzi could hear the tension simmering beneath them. She could feel it in the way Paige’s fingers tightened at her waist, how she was barely holding herself back.

Azzi’s heart thumped louder, and she didn’t know whether it was the proximity or the pull of desire that had made it so hard to think. She leaned into Paige’s touch, their bodies aligning, feeling the soft press of Paige’s chest against her back, the warmth that wrapped around them both. She wanted to say something, but words felt like they would shatter the moment, so she kept quiet, her mouth curving into a half-smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Maybe you like it messy,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, thick with unspoken meaning.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of their breathing, the space between them charged with something Azzi couldn’t name. She felt Paige’s gaze burning into her, felt the way it held her, a weight that made her feel both exposed and more herself than she’d ever been.

Paige’s hands slid from Azzi’s hips to her back, strong and certain, and before Azzi could say anything, she found herself being lifted effortlessly, her feet leaving the ground in one smooth motion. Paige’s touch was sure, and yet Azzi could feel the smallest hesitation in her, like she was waiting for Azzi to pull away, to stop her.

But Azzi didn’t pull away. She let herself be carried, letting Paige place her gently on the bathroom counter, the cold surface beneath her a sharp contrast to the heat that still lingered between them. Azzi felt a flush crawl up her neck, and when she looked up at Paige, there was something vulnerable in her expression, something that made her stomach tighten with an unfamiliar emotion.

Paige bent down slightly, her forehead grazing Azzi’s, and in that moment, Azzi could feel the unspoken words hanging between them. Paige was so close, close enough that Azzi could taste the faintest hint of her perfume, could feel the warm breath on her lips. “Careful, you’re going to break something,” Azzi whispered, teasing to break the tension, but even in her words, there was something deeper, something she couldn’t hide.

Paige’s lips twitched with a smile, and Azzi knew she was trying to hide the way her heart was racing, too. “Well, you should’ve picked somewhere taller,” Paige shot back, the laughter in her voice thick with affection, her fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair from Azzi’s face. It was tender, deliberate, like she was touching something fragile and precious.

Azzi closed her eyes for a second, letting the softness of Paige’s touch sink into her skin, feeling the slow burn of desire and affection roll through her all at once. She wasn’t sure what it was about Paige that always made her feel both more alive and more vulnerable, but she wasn’t sure she cared anymore.

Her fingers traced the edge of Paige’s shirt, the fabric soft under her touch. It felt like a promise—like something she couldn’t quite keep her hands off of. "I don’t mind being close to you,” Azzi said quietly, her voice steady but her heart beating louder than ever.

Paige leaned in, brushing a kiss across Azzi’s lips—gentle at first, a sweet connection that deepened as the seconds ticked by. There was nothing rushed about it.

Azzi’s hands moved quickly, pulling Paige’s shirt off in a single motion, her fingers working with ease, revealing the skin she had grown to adore. She took in the sight of Paige’s toned body, her gaze lingering on her abs with something like admiration, but also hunger—something deep and unspoken.

Paige’s breath hitched, her eyes flicking up to meet Azzi’s. “Eyes up, pretty'' she said, her voice a little breathier than usual.

Azzi smirked but nodded, her gaze meeting Paige’s. “I can’t help it,” she said quietly, voice full of softness but teasing too.

Paige’s heart thudded in her chest at the sound of Azzi’s voice. There was something so easy about being with her, but at the same time, it was more complex than any simple connection. It was deep, a pull that Paige couldn’t quite explain, and maybe didn’t want to.

They kissed again, slower this time, the heat between them growing with each passing second. Azzi shifted slightly, her ass resting on the counter, and Paige noticed how her panties were almost slipping off, a small detail that sent a wave of awareness through her. She couldn’t help but reach down, her hand brushing over Azzi’s hips with a gentleness that belied the storm building between them.

Azzi’s breath quickened, and a soft moan escaped her lips as she tilted her head back slightly, giving herself to Paige completely. The connection between them was undeniable, electric.

Paige couldn’t help but grin, her voice soft but deliberate. “You know, we came in here to shower, right?”

Azzi’s eyes fluttered open, and her face softened, almost frustrated. “I don’t want to. I need you, all of you. I need to feel you, Paige,” she said, her voice barely a whisper, but the emotion in it was raw and real.

Paige didn’t say anything. She simply lifted Azzi again, cradling her in her arms as she moved toward the shower. She could feel Azzi’s hands on her neck, gripping tightly, and her lips against her skin, but all she could think about was getting Azzi to relax, getting her to feel taken care of.

Once inside the shower, Paige lowered Azzi onto the stool, brushing her hands over her arms in a gentle, reassuring motion. “Want the stool?” Paige teased, her voice light. “Your knees must be sore from all that princess treatment.”

Azzi laughed softly, her shoulders relaxing slightly. “I’m not complaining,” she said, her voice a mix of playful and vulnerable. “But yes, I’ll take it.”

Paige turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature carefully. Azzi moved to press the button herself, but the water shot out too hot, causing her to yelp and pull back.

“Ow,” Azzi muttered, but before Paige could react, she was already there, hands gentle but firm on Azzi’s shoulders. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you burn yourself,” Paige murmured, her voice full of concern.

“I’m fine, just a little… surprised,” Azzi laughed, trying to wave it off, but Paige could see the way her body tensed. She smiled, brushing Azzi’s damp hair away from her face.

“I’ll take care of you, okay?” Paige said softly, her hands running over Azzi’s back in soothing motions.

Azzi nodded, her eyes closing as she leaned into the touch. “I know.”

After grabbing the upscale shampoo with a vanilla aroma and warming it in her palms, Paige started rubbing it into Azzi's scalp. She moved slowly and deliberately, as though she had endless time to take care of her.

Azzi sighed deeply, her tension slowly melting away under Paige’s touch. “I love you” Azzi whispered, her voice soft and filled with gratitude.

Paige smiled, her lips brushing against the back of Azzi’s neck as she worked. “I’ll always take care of you, Azzi,” she murmured, her words quiet but firm.

Azzi’s fingers slowly ran through Paige’s hair, soft and slow, her hands tracing the curve of Paige’s face, feeling the warmth of her skin. They shared a smile, small but full of meaning, the silence between them comfortable and full of trust.

Paige moved to Azzi’s legs, her hands working in gentle motions as she massaged more shampoo into her skin. Azzi’s legs stretched out, her body slightly arching to give Paige more access, and Paige took a moment to admire how beautiful Azzi was, the way her body responded so naturally to her touch.

“Is this okay?” Paige asked softly, her voice careful as she moved closer to Azzi’s knees.

Azzi nodded, her lips curling into a small smile. “More than okay” she whispered.

Paige kissed her legs slowly, each motion filled with reverence and care, and when she reached Azzi’s knees, she worked with extra caution. Azzi’s eyes fluttered closed, and she kissed Paige’s knuckles in silent appreciation.

The moment was sweet, but also electric, filled with the quiet understanding between them. Paige was lost in the rhythm of it all, in the beauty of taking care of Azzi, and in the trust Azzi had placed in her.

Azzi pulled Paige in closer, a small bubble of laughter escaping as Paige blew some foam into her face, and they kissed again, soft and slow, letting the warmth of the shower and the connection between them take over.

The steam from the shower lingered in the air as Azzi stepped out, her skin glowing, droplets of water tracing down her shoulders, the curls of her damp hair framing her face in soft waves. She shivered slightly, stepping onto the bath mat, her bare feet pressing into the plush fabric as she glanced over at Paige. Azzi’s eyes, soft and full of warmth, met Paige’s gaze with a mischievous gleam.

“Should I shower you too?” Azzi asked, her voice light and teasing, but there was something deeper in her tone—an unspoken affection hidden beneath the playful words.

Paige, just finishing up rinsing herself, shot Azzi a grin over her shoulder. “It’s okay. Your knees are begging for a break,” she replied, her voice a soft tease as she stepped out from under the showerhead. She grabbed a towel, patting it across her face, then tossed it over her shoulder.

Azzi tilted her head, smiling warmly. “I could still do it,” she countered, her voice light but insistent. There was something about taking care of Paige that she just couldn’t shake.

Paige shook her head affectionately, wiping the water from her neck. “You’re always trying to take care of me,” she said, walking over to Azzi, wrapping her arms around her waist. “ I’ve always got you in first place. Even before Shirleys, and you know I don't play about those”

Azzi’s eyes softened at the mention of Shirley Temples, a drink they always shared during their late-night hangouts. “You really put me before Shirleys? I'm flattered” Azzi teased, her smile both playful and touched by the sentiment.

Paige chuckled, her lips brushing against Azzi’s hair as she lifted her effortlessly. “ Yeah. And if you don’t stop with the teasing, I might just prove it again,” she whispered, lifting Azzi into her arms, her muscles flexing as she did. Azzi’s laughter filled the air, soft and full of affection as she wrapped her arms around Paige’s neck.

“Paige, you’re way too strong for your own good,” Azzi said between soft giggles, resting her head on Paige’s shoulder as she was carried.

Paige flashed a grin, her heart thumping at the simple touch. “I’ve got all the strength for you, you know that,” she whispered back, carrying Azzi to the bathroom door. “Just give me a minute, okay?”

Azzi nodded, her hands lightly gripping the back of Paige’s neck as she was gently set on the bathroom counter. Paige then walked off, disappearing into the bedroom before returning with a fluffy towel in hand, the one that had Olaf’s face on it. It was a soft, plush white towel, the edges trimmed with a light blue that matched Paige's eyes, and the image of Olaf smiling widely at the corner of the towel made Azzi’s heart skip.

“Your Olaf towel again?” Azzi said teasingly, arching an eyebrow.

Paige gave her a look, rolling her eyes but with a smile. “Not mine, that's yours” she replied. “It’s cute.”

Azzi couldn’t help but smile, her affection for Paige making her chest tighten. She loved the silly little things about Paige—the way she never cared about how others might judge her, the way she loved without a care. It was these details that made Azzi’s heart feel so full. Paige carefully wrapped the towel around Azzi’s shoulders, her fingers lingering on Azzi’s skin, soft and deliberate, as if she was savoring every second of the touch.

Paige then began drying Azzi’s skin, her hands gentle as she moved the towel over Azzi’s arms, chest, and legs. She was so careful, her touch deliberate but affectionate. The warmth from the towel was comforting against Azzi’s cool, damp skin, and Paige made sure each movement was slow, almost reverent.

As her hands moved down Azzi’s arms, Paige paused for a second, leaning in to place a soft, lingering kiss on Azzi’s bare chest. Her lips were warm against the soft skin, and Azzi’s breath caught in her throat. Paige’s touch was always like this—careful, attentive, as if she was trying to memorize every curve, every line. The soft sound of the towel against Azzi’s skin was the only noise in the room, and Paige’s gaze was fixed, her eyes filled with admiration.

“You’re beautiful,” Paige whispered, not even realizing she said it aloud. But the words felt natural, like they were meant to be spoken, like they were true in every sense.

Azzi smiled at her, the blush that had crept onto her cheeks now feeling more like a warmth from within, rather than embarrassment. She could feel Paige’s hands as they continued drying her off, each move making her feel more at ease, more cared for. When Paige wrapped the towel tightly around her, ensuring she wouldn’t be cold, Azzi let out a small sigh of relief, feeling a bit lighter from the care she was receiving.

Paige then moved to get a stool for Azzi, placing it by the sink. “Here, this should help,” she said, gesturing to the small wooden stool that was just tall enough for Azzi to sit comfortably and dry her own hair. Azzi nodded, giving Paige a grateful smile before sitting on the stool.

“I’ve got my routine,” Azzi said with a wink, her voice soft but teasing, as she ran her fingers through her hair, untangling the curls.

Paige stepped away from her, heading toward the shower. She turned the water on, feeling the heat rush over her body, washing away the last remnants of the day. The water cascaded over her, steam rising around her as she let herself relax. Paige took her time, her fingers running through her own wet hair, shampooing and conditioning it slowly.

After a few minutes, she stepped out, grabbing her boxers from the drawer. They were a soft, faded navy blue, and they were a bit worn in the waistband. She tugged them on quickly, feeling the familiar, cozy fit against her skin before slipping into her plush, white robe. The robe had a soft, velvety texture, almost like the towel, and the sleeves were long and cozy, brushing over her hands as she adjusted it around her waist.

Paige walked back into the bathroom, noticing Azzi was still sitting on the stool, her damp hair now tangled in soft curls, her towel still loosely hanging around her shoulders.

“You’re killing me, Azzi,” Paige said with a grin, her eyes softening when she saw Azzi’s relaxed expression. “You know that?”

Azzi smirked but kept her gaze gentle. “I know, Paige,” she said softly, almost as if the teasing had taken a backseat to something more meaningful in the air between them.

Paige leaned down to kiss Azzi’s temple, the softest brush of lips against warm skin, and Azzi let out a small, content sigh. It was moments like this—soft, quiet moments—that made her heart swell.

Azzi then reached for her toothbrush, her eyes bright. “Can you put some toothpaste on for me?”

Paige smiled, her hands moving quickly to grab the tube of toothpaste. “Of course,” she said, squeezing the perfect amount onto Azzi’s brush. Azzi’s smile was soft, thankful, as she took the brush and began brushing her teeth. Paige did the same beside her, the two of them standing together, side by side, brushing their teeth in comfortable silence. The sound of the bristles against their teeth filled the air, but there was a peaceful stillness between them.

When they were finished, Azzi, ever the thoughtful one, looked over at Paige. “Can you put some lotion on me?”

Paige nodded, moving to grab the lavender-scented lotion from the counter. The creamy lotion smelled faintly of flowers and calm, and Paige warmed it in her hands before applying it slowly to Azzi’s skin. Azzi stood before her, her towel now dropping to the floor, the soft sound of the fabric brushing the tiles making Paige’s heart skip.

Paige’s hands moved carefully over Azzi’s body, starting from her lower legs, the soft pressure of her touch lingering as she worked the lotion into Azzi’s skin. She moved up slowly, her hands rubbing the lotion into her thighs with tender strokes, the scent of lavender filling the air as she kissed Azzi’s legs, each kiss soft and lingering, a quiet act of affection.

As Paige moved higher, she kissed Azzi’s stomach, placing a sloppy kiss over her belly button piercing. Azzi smiled at her, the playful teasing from before melting away in the heat of the moment. Paige chuckled softly. “You know, that piercing’s kind of cocky,” she teased, the words playful yet affectionate.

Azzi smirked. “It suits me,” she replied softly, her smile wide and full of warmth.

Paige finished applying the lotion, and Azzi stood before her, her body fully revealed, glowing in the soft bathroom light. Paige’s gaze lingered for a moment longer before she wrapped Azzi in a soft towel again, making sure she was warm. The moment hung between them, peaceful and full of affection.

The warm, dimly lit hotel room buzzed with the soft hum of the air conditioning, cooling off the heat of their hectic day. Paige and Azzi had finally settled into the cozy bed, the blankets tangled around them from the chaotic moments they’d shared. The air smelled faintly of lavender and fresh sheets, a calm contrast to the wild adventures they’d experienced together in the past few hours.

Azzi was propped up against the headboard, her dark curls tumbling over her shoulders, the light from the bedside lamp casting a soft glow on her skin. Her robe, the fluffy white one with tiny pastel pink flowers that Paige had gifted her, was draped around her like it always was when she was trying to relax. Azzi’s fingers absentmindedly played with the delicate tie of the robe, twirling it between her fingertips as her eyes focused on the balcony beyond the open window.

Paige, lying beside her, stretched out lazily, her fingers brushing against Azzi’s knee. The faintest smile played on her lips as she studied her. "You know," Paige started, her voice low and teasing, the mischievous glint in her eyes making it clear she was about to say something bold, "I could fuck you on that balcony."

Azzi rolled her eyes, clearly tired but with that sarcastic edge she always had. She let out a sigh, her voice a mix of exhaustion and amusement. "Sure, Paige, right after I finish climbing Mount Everest." She glanced at Paige, her lips curling into a half-smile. "Really thinking you can convince me after all this?"

Paige chuckled, the sound deep and rich, and flopped back onto the bed beside Azzi. She didn’t even wait for a response before sliding under the covers, dragging Azzi down with her. Azzi huffed but let herself be pulled, her body curling into Paige’s, resting her head on her chest. She reached up, tugging at the lapel of Paige’s robe, clearly needing something to distract her from the exhaustion that was slowly creeping in.

Paige, not one to ever miss an opportunity for affection, already had her hand slipping between Azzi’s legs, the soft touch of her fingers trailing dangerously close to where Azzi’s body had already started to warm up.

Azzi tensed instantly, swatting Paige’s hand away with a sigh. "Seriously, Paige?" she muttered under her breath, though her voice held no real anger—only the slight irritation that comes from being teased too much when you just wanted to rest.

Paige smiled to herself, slightly annoyed at the rejection, but still, the playful spark in her eyes didn’t fade. She gave up for now, lifting her hand to check her phone when it buzzed against the nightstand. Azzi, ever the curious one, reached for it before Paige could even react, grabbing the phone and handing it over with a soft chuckle.

Paige took it from her with a raised brow. “Ice,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I wonder what she wants now."

She opened the text from Ice, rolling her eyes as she read aloud, "The waiter found a ring on the bathroom floor. Figured it was yours."

Azzi snorted. "Of course it was. A ring? Really? That’s what they’re bothering you with?"

Paige, still amused, fired back a quick response. "Yeah, those are mine. Tell them to give them to Aubrey, please. I don’t need any more reminders of my less-than-classy behavior."

Azzi laughed at that, but Paige’s voice turned serious for a moment. "Seriously, though, they’re yours, Azzi. But let’s never talk about this again."

Before Azzi could say anything, Paige’s phone buzzed again. "Ugh, Ice again," Paige groaned, rolling her eyes. She opened the new message to find a teasing remark from Ice.

"Well, if you didn’t just leave your rings on the bathroom floor… honestly, I'm still mentally recovering from whatever happened in there. Sleep well, though."

Paige’s lips twitched into a smile, her fingers typing a reply with a smirk. "Go to sleep, Ice. You’re starting to sound like Kamorah"

Azzi, her head still resting on Paige’s chest, could barely contain her laughter at that, her eyes lighting up at the back-and-forth banter between Paige and her friend. But before she could comment, another buzz interrupted them. Paige glanced at the new message, her expression shifting to one of slight annoyance before softening into understanding.

"It’s Aubrey," she murmured, quickly reading the message aloud. "Aubrey wants to come in to grab her charger."

Azzi, still nestled on Paige’s chest, mumbled something unintelligible, clearly too tired to care about Aubrey’s arrival. Paige glanced down at her, brushing a strand of hair away from Azzi’s face as she typed her response to Aubrey. “Yeah, she can come in. We’re not doing anything.”

After a moment of silence, Azzi finally fell asleep, her breathing soft and steady. Paige watched her, her chest swelling with a mixture of pride and love as she gazed at the woman she’d spent so much time with. Her body was still, her chest rising and falling with every gentle breath. Paige smiled softly, taking her hand and kissing each knuckle lightly, the tenderness of the gesture almost making her heart ache.

Azzi shifted slightly in her sleep, her legs instinctively finding their way over Paige’s waist, making her body settle deeper into the bed. Paige shifted uncomfortably under the weight, but she didn’t mind. If Azzi was comfortable, so was she. She couldn’t help but admire the peaceful expression on Azzi’s face as she rested.

For a moment, Paige forgot about everything else, just letting herself enjoy this moment of quiet with Azzi. The world outside was distant—nothing mattered except the soft warmth of Azzi’s body pressed close to hers.

That’s when Paige remembered. Her Duolingo streak. She groaned inwardly. Azzi’s even breathing was almost lulling her to sleep, but Paige didn’t want to lose her streak. She grabbed her phone, trying not to disturb Azzi’s peaceful rest, and opened the Duolingo app.

Just as she started to focus on her lesson, Aubrey quietly entered the room, her soft footsteps barely making a sound on the carpet. She paused by the bed, glancing at Azzi, then at Paige. With a knowing smirk, Aubrey gave Paige a quick dap, clearly aware of what had transpired.

"I don’t wanna know what happened in the bathroom," Aubrey muttered, almost to herself. She handed Paige the ring that had been found earlier. "But here’s your ring. The waiter was pretty traumatized, by the way. Poor guy probably won’t ever look at another bathroom the same way again."

Paige could only laugh softly at Aubrey’s words, grateful that her friend was never one to judge. Aubrey grabbed her charger from the table, then turned to leave. As she headed for the door, she stopped short when she noticed something on the floor by the bed.

Aubrey’s eyes widened a little. "Uh, Paige… your girl’s bra is on the floor. Do you, uh… need to handle that?" she asked, her voice tinged with both amusement and confusion.

Paige, still half-laughing and half-dazed from everything, didn’t even move. Azzi’s body was sprawled over her, and she couldn’t shift without disturbing her. “Just leave it. I’ll get it later,” Paige said, grinning sheepishly.

Aubrey gave her a quick, knowing look, then turned to leave. "You two are lucky. Goodnight.'' She paused at the door and added, "By the way, don’t forget to take care of that ring situation."

When the door clicked shut behind her, Paige let out a deep breath, looking down at Azzi again. Her heart swelled, and she couldn’t help but think to herself how lucky she was. How blessed she felt to have Azzi in her life, someone she could grow with, love with, and share her life with.

After a moment, Paige reached for her devotional book from the nightstand. She flipped it open, finding a page titled Growing Together in Love. She read the scripture aloud quietly to herself, her voice soft and reflective.

“My goal is that they may be encouraged in heart and united in love, so that they may have the full riches of complete understanding, in order that they may know the mystery of God, namely, Christ, in whom are hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge.”

Paige closed the book with a sigh, her heart full as she prayed silently, asking for strength in her relationship with Azzi, for guidance and growth as a couple. When she finished, she gently brushed another curl away from Azzi’s face, letting her fingers linger for just a moment longer than usual.

With one last look at Azzi, now softly curled into her, Paige turned off the light and closed her eyes, drifting into a peaceful sleep herself.

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testing the waters

OKAY NEW PAZZ FIC THANKS TOO 😛 ANON

There would not have been a fic if it weren’t for their amazing prompt so bless 😍

^if u wanna read their prompt look at my last post

themes: friends to lovers/ fluff

tw: SMUT

Azzi walked through the doors of Gampel Pavilion. She had just gotten to campus not even an hour before and was already having her first meeting with the team. 

Azzi stood by the back with the other freshman. Still getting adjusted to the thrill of the change in atmosphere. 

Standing on the court was unreal. Azzi turned her head admiring the bleachers and banners that lined the walls. She took in all the greats that came before her, all names she knew and studied growing up. She couldn’t believe that she was finally here, hopefully going to follow in their footsteps.

Azzi listened carefully as Geno’s voice carried through the walls.

“This team that is here right now is one that will never be the same again. This year, with this team, this is temporary. Next year there will be new people, seniors will be gone, and the team will be a whole new team again.” He paused scanning the room eyeing the freshman. 

“You will value every moment you have with this team, build your chemistry now or it will be too late.”  He continued pacing along in front of the group. 

Azzi felt someone’s hand brush against her wrist and a warm gentle breath draw close to her ear. 

“Don’t worry he is all talk. He’s not this scary all the time- well actually maybe just try to stay on his good side.” Azzi knew this voice. 

She turned her head slightly coming face to face with Paige Bueckers. She actually hadn’t prepared herself for how close they would really be, accidentally turning and even feeling  Paige’s breath on her lips. Azzi’s face flushed and she tried to play it off backing up and giggling.

—-

Her and Paige went way back. Paige was even one of the reasons she went to UConn in the first place. 

They had been best friends since 2016 when they met playing for team USA. All it took was one plane ride back to Minnesota and they were best friends for life.

Azzi always had loved Paige. Her laugh, her smile, her long blonde hair, her big blue eyes, her pink lips… just normal best friend type of stuff. But as she got older she started to feel differently about Paige. About girls in general.

Azzi had always liked boys- well she liked watching movies about them. Love and basketball was her favorite movie- “I want that type of relationship.” Azzi would say, almost convincing herself. 

The thing was, she never really knew if she actually ever had feelings for a guy before. Yes she thought they were attractive. In a world where she personally knew Steph Curry, who wouldn’t think guys were attractive. But the thing was, whenever she pictured a future it never included a guy. Infact Azzi would picture herself alone before she would picture herself settling down with a guy. 

Her and Paige even talked about living together jokingly as high schoolers in a purely innocent way.

“If we both don’t find someone by the time we are thirty- I’m gonna have to just marry you.” Paige said with a laugh. Azzi laughed but her laugh never went deeper than the surface. She would have given anything to live with Paige, to marry her, to spend the rest of her life with her. Things would have just been so much easier. 

But what did any of that even mean. Paige was just her best friend. Her beautiful, talented best friend, her hot as fu-. Azzi didn’t really finish that thought. Shutting it down before she could let herself admit what she deep down knew already. 

—-

“Ya I don’t know about that he seems pretty serious.” Azzi whispered back looking up and gulping when she saw Geno look at her while he spoke. 

Paige reassuringly squeezed her wrist, sending butterflies down Azzi’s stomach. Actually they felt more like bald eagles than butterflies to be honest. 

—-

An hour later after he was done talking they had a few hours to go back to the dorms before their offseason weight room. 

Since Underclassman were not allowed to have cars on campus- Azzi being a freshman and Paige a sophmore decided to walk back to the dorms rather than hitching a ride with the others. 

“So… what do you think of the campus so far. It’s awesome, you can say I was right and thank me whenever.” Paige said confidently as she watched Azzi scan the surroundings wide eyed, and taking everything in. 

“Ya everything is so much bigger. I’m gonna need an extra hour to get from class to class at this point.” Azzi replied with a laugh. 

They continued walking going about their day as usual. 

Azzi was excited for this new life at UConn, she looked forward to it. But something about the way Paige looked at her left her wanting more.

As the day turned to night everyone retired to their rooms.

After what felt like forever of just laying in bed unable to sleep Azzi sat up. 

12:30 AM Azzi read on her clock next to her. She flopped back down defeatedly. 

Azzi had never been away from her parents for more than a day, every team USA tournament her parents went to. She never didn’t have someone to tuck her in. 

“Not even 24 hours and I miss my mommy like I’m a five year old.” Azzi whispered to herself.

It may have been better if she had a roomate but no such luck. Her roomate, Ines was an exchange student meaning she would be flying in the next week instead of this one, meaning Azzi was stuck alone. 

She couldn’t hide the tear that slipped out of her eye. She could hear people talking down the hall. Her teammates maybe-hopefully.

She climbed out of bed, wearing her black tank top and pink boxer shorts and made her way out of her room. A little down the hall she saw Paige. 

Her blonde hair was unmistakable. Her laugh echoing down the long hallway. 

Azzi started to walk towards her when suddenly she got a glimpse of the person she was talking to. 

The girl was probably one of the prettiest ones she had ever seen- paige was prettier- and she had thick brown curls like Azzi, and tanned skin a bit lighter than Azzi’s. 

Azzi watched from a far, the pit in her stomach increasing at the way the girl reached out and squeezed Paige’s arm as she laughed. 

Azzi began to turn to head back down the hallway, not wanting to make herself feel any worse than she already felt, and ended up walking right into a lamp. 

The sound of the lamp colliding with the floor made Paige shift her attention down the hall where she saw…

“Azzi? Is that you?” She said confused as to why the freshman was up this late when she knew she always went to bed rather early. 

Azzi froze in her tracks, picking up the lamp and setting it back on the table. Wiping off her tears, she turned slowly. 

“Hi Paige.” She muttered just loud enough for her to hear. 

She watched as Paige said bye to the girl and they both walked as she walked down the stairs to leave.

Azzi could feel her heart pound as Paige walked closer towards her. 

“Why are you awake.” She checks her phone. “It’s 12:30! You should have been asleep like 3 hours ago huh.” She said softly.

Paige notices the wet streaks on Azzi’s cheek. 

“Baby are you okay?” Paige said wrapping an arm around her back. 

Azzi shivered at the nickname, that alone was enough to make Azzi forget everything that she was worried about. Forget being homesick, Paige was her home. 

“I’ve never slept by myself before.” Azzi admitted. 

Paige knew exactly what she meant. Azzi had always been a homebody, now states away from her parents, she was homesick.

“Oh shit I forgot you don’t even have a roommate either right?” Paige said looking at her and running her fingers through her hair lovingly.

Azzi shook her head. 

“Let’s get you back to bed.” Paige said walking her back to her room with her hand resting low and protectively on Azzi’s back.

As Azzi climbed back into bed, she attentively watched Paige’s every move. 

“Paige?” Azzi asked as Paige reentered her room with a glass of water.

“Ya.” Paige said handing it to Azzi and sitting down on the edge of the bed.  

“Can you stay with me. Just for tonight.” 

Paiges heart jumped. 

“I’ll stay with you everyday until Ines gets here how bout that?” Paige said standing up and kissing her forehead. 

Azzi melted into her touch. She could get used to that. 

Azzi nodded watching paige walk over to the other mattress, that had nothing on it. 

“Sleep with me.” Azzi said. 

Paige raised her eyebrow smirking. 

“OH MY GOD PAIGE!” Azzi shrieked throwing a pillow at her head, which Paige of course caught. 

Laughing Paige climbed into the small twin size bed with her. They were basically on top of each other, but they tried to keep their hands to themselves- for now.

—-

As the nights went by they started growing closer. Their touches were more affectionate as they lingered. Azzi even woke up the third day with Paiges arms wrapped around her waist, her shirt had risen and Paiges hands were dangerously close to her breasts. Azzi couldn’t shake the feeling that she actually liked it. 

“Why the fuck do I want my best friend to touch my boobs?” Azzi said with shock, trying to push it to the side and just let Paige cling to her. 

—-

It was finally the weekend. This Saturday they had the day off. 

It was around 11:00 and Paige and Azzi were both in her bed. 

“Hey wanna watch a movie? We don’t have to be up early tomorrow.” Paige said turning to Azzi. “I brought my iPad.” She said grinning.

Azzi giggled, “only if we can watch frozen.” She said.

Paige sighed pulling it out and propping it against a pillow. 

“Whatever you want princess.” She said laughing. 

Azzi was praying to god that the purple led lights masked the red glow of her blush.

It was getting harder and harder for her to hide her feelings for Paige. She was so confused. She was striaght though. Definitely straight. Right??

—-

Halfway through the movie Paige got up to grab some snacks. 

Paige was wearing just a sports bra- literally no clue why- and Azzi could literally feel her heart beating, maybe something else too but she couldn’t pin point it.

Embarrassingly enough Azzi was a virgin. She hadn’t told anyone, no one really asked either. It wasn’t that no one liked her, she simply just didn’t feel the need to be with anyone like that. 

“Why would anyone want to suck someone’s dick that’s just nasty.” Azzi could not understand it for the life of her. 

But now with Paige, she would give anything to feel her fingers inside her…. Maybe she was just finally starting to want to have sex. She was just confused it wasn’t fine.

As paige reentered the room her breath shifted. The pants paige was wearing had hung even lower- showing the outline of her V-line, and she had two waters in her arms. Azzi’s attention immediately scanning up and down her body and then focusing on the vein bulging out of her bicep.

“Like what you see.” Paige smirked making her way over to Azzi and setting down the snacks and waters that were saying down her pockets.

Azzi felt her heat spread to her cheeks.

“Sorry I just-“ she honestly had no idea how to cover that up.

“It’s okay I get it. I have been hitting the weight room.” Paige said wrapping her arm around Azzi laughing as she could feel her tense up under her touch.

Paige always had thought Azzi was straight but now she wasn’t so sure. 

Azzi had never once talked about her love life. And the way she had looked at her the other day when paige was with another girl… the pieces were starting to connect.

A little while later, paige started to get curious, wanting to test her theory out. She began to move her hand a little lower on Azzi’s side. 

She listened to the rise and fall of Azzi’s breath, listened to it speed up as her hand began to move onto her thigh traveling closer and closer inward. 

Paige “coughed” accidentally brushing in between her legs causing Azzi to let out a soft moan. Azzi tried to cover it up with a cough but it was too late.

Paige leaned forward and whispered in her ear. 

“You like it when I touch you princess? Thought u were straight- I should’ve known a pretty girl like u would want something better than a man.” Paige growled causing Azzi to tense up completely caught off guard by her assumption.

Azzi had never told anyone this, she had no idea how Paige was able to see through her so easily.

“Paige I am straight, what are you talking abo-“ she was caught off by another one of her own gasps as Paige ran her hand back around and placed it on her upper ass. 

“See the way you look at me. You sure bout that?” Paige said confidently moving her hand so she was rubbing Azzi’s back through her clothes. 

Azzi’s breath hitched feeling Paiges long fingers slip under her shirt and explore higher on her back.

“You seriously mean to tell me you don’t feel anything when I touch you.” Paige said smirking as she continued to rub her back in a way that left Azzi’s mouth watering in desire. 

“I- I- don’t know. I don’t know what it feels like.” Azzi replied at a low whisper secretly hoping Paige wouldn’t hear it.

“What do you mean? Are you saying you have never had sex before?? What’s a pretty girl like you doing still a virgin.” Paige said honestly her hand stopping and staying rested on her back. 

“I don’t know just never found the right person I guess. I just don’t know what I am, I can’t tell if my feelings are real or not.” 

“We’ll have you ever thought about it.” Paige said simply. 

“Thought about what?” Azzi asked innocently not sure where this conversation was going. 

“About having sex…. I’m sure you have thought about it at least once.” Paige replied.

“I mean I guess kinda but I don’t even know anymore I just feel like my brain is playing tricks on me.” Azzi said shaking her head.

Paige turned Azzi’s face to look at her by grabbing her chin gently. 

“Wanna test it out?” Paige said experimentally. 

“What do you mean test it out.” Azzi asked confused. 

“Paige brought her hand to the front of Azzi’s shirt gently moving it up towards her breasts over her clothes, avoiding them but paying all the attention to them at the same time. 

“I mean why don’t you just try it, like get it out of your system, fuck me and then I gaurentee you will know exactly how you should be feeling.” Paige leaned closer into Azzi’s ear grabbing her by the front of her shirt. 

“I will make you feel better than anyone else baby.” Paige whispered seductively. Azzi could feel something wet between her legs. She couldn’t explain it, it was  feeling she had never really had before.

Without thinking about what this would mean, Azzi nodded.

“Let’s start slow, hm? Ease you into it.” Paige said softly. 

Azzi nodded, she trusted paige more than anything. If paige could show her what she needed to know, then why not. 

With that, Paige brought her lips so they were hovering just above Azzi’s. 

“Let me know when you feel something.” Paige said suggestively right before connecting her lips to Azzi’s. 

There was no turning back now. Both girls sinking into the kiss. Paige wrapped her arms around Azzi’s back grabbing at her ass, and Azzi instinctively stabilized herself by grabbing Paige’s neck. 

The kiss grew quickly. Azzi let out soft moan telling paige exactly what she needed to know.  The second Azzi opened her mouth again letting out a soft whine against paige’s lips, paige shoved her tongue inside her mouth. 

Azzi moaned into her mouth feeling Paiges tongue fight against her own. Paige really knew what she was doing. 

Both girls worked to get closer to each other, causing paige to lay down on top of Azzi, sticking her leg in between hers. As the kiss quickened, paige moved her knee and pressed it against Azzi’s core causing her to let out a shrill moan. 

She had never been touched like that before, paige knew just how to make her feel seen. No one had ever taken care of her needs like this before. 

As Azzi began to get more comfortable and grind down on her knee desperate for some friction, Paige pulled back from her. 

“You feel anything yet?” Paige said giggling as she could see just how dilated Azzi’s eyebrows were desperately in need of her touch.

“Yes a little.” Azzi admitted focusing down on paige’s fingers that rested on her thigh.

Paige noticed this and smirked, she started to move her fingers closer to Azzi’s center. 

“Only a little?” Paige said slyly. “That’s a shame, I thought I felt a little something myself.” Paige said suggestively leaning forward into Azzi’s ear causing her breath to hitch. 

“And I really wanted to know what my fingers felt like inside of you.” Paige said smirking against Azzi’s ear. 

Azzi couldn’t resist it anymore, grabbbing paige’s collar and pulling her back to her lips.

As Azzi’s tongue filled paige’s mouth, she heard paige let out a tiny soft moan. 

“Need you so bad. Show me please. Teach me.” Azzi whined running her hands along paige’s bare abs. 

Paige smirked knowingly. 

“So needy for me huh.” Paige said reaching down so her thumb was now directly on Azzi’s pussy. She started to rub at it blindly through her clothes.

Feeling Azzi thrust towards her she looked into her eyes.

“Can I take these off baby?” Paige asked not looking away from her big brown eyes begging to be fucked.

Without a word Azzi lifted her but so paige could pull down her shorts and panties in one sweep. 

As the air hit her slick she felt nothing but fear and embarrassment. She tried to close her legs, suddenly afraid of what this would mean for her, but paige caught them keeping them apart. 

Azzi looked into paige’s eyes and saw nothing but love as paige eyed her pussy hungrily. She laughed. Oops.

Paige looked up at her laughter.

“What’s so funny.” Paige asked confused. 

“Nothing it’s just ironic. I think I have had a crush on you this whole time and now hear you are literally staring at my pussy the way I have stared at you all these years.” Azzi answered smiling. 

Paige smirked running her hands up her inner thigh, leaning forward to press a kiss against her. Azzi moaned.

She placed another kiss equidistant to the last one.

“I-“ paige started, then left another kiss, sucking a bit harder this time.

“Have felt-” continuing and leaving another kiss.

“The same-“ going back in one more time right above her mound. 

“Way.” She finished settling so now she was just hovering over her pussy.

“Don’t just love this pussy tho.” Paige winked right before diving in to attack her clit with her tongue licking a long stripe up her starting from the entrance of her hole and ending at the bundle of nerves. Azzi moaned loudly tugging at paige’s hair, partially from the love confession, and also from the feeling of paige’s powerful tongue attacking her clit. 

Azzi couldn’t contain her moans as paige sucked and nipped at her clit pullljngbvack and spiting into it spreading the mixture of spit and cum around her clit with her fingers before sliding one of her fingers teasingly into her hole. 

Azzi thrusted forward greedily, needing to feel paige as close to inside of her as possible. 

“Baby relax” paige started “lemme show you why gay is better.” She finished before shoving a finger into Azzi. 

Azzi’s eyes widened and she propped herself up on her elbows so she could see paige ponding the finger into her and simultaneously using her thumb to rub at her clit in small circles. 

“You’re so tight holy fuck.” Paige said as she added another finger leaving Azzi gasping and  moving one of her hands to pull paige towards her to kiss her. 

Paige swallowed her moans continuing to feel around her cervix with her finger as it went in and out, the wet squishing of Azzi’s cum against paige’s fingers filled the silence of the room. 

Pulling back from the kiss paige resumed her focus on her pussy, attaching her tongue to her clit and sucking as she pounded in and out of her.

Paiges middle finger brushed against her g spot causing Azzi to let out a loud breathy moan, arching her back shoving her pussy into  paige’s face. 

Motivated by Azzi’s actions, paige pulled back again from her clit, using her thumb to rub it up and down, separating her folds to expose the pink center of her clit. 

“Prettiest pussy in the world. She loves me.” Paige whispered as if talking to her pussy. 

Azzi sat up to look again as paige slowed down, when all of a sudden paige used one of her hands to press down on Azzi’s lower stomach making her feel like she was about to pee, and her with her other hand that was thrusting two fingers in and out of her, she slipped in a third, barely fitting it in Azzi’s tight cunt. 

Azzi moaned watching the way her pussy sucked in her fingers so naturally. 

As paige leaned back down to her clit, three fingers still pounding into her with power and force, the pressure of paige’s tongue against her was almost too much. 

“Paige I’m gonna cum oh my god.” Azzi moaned throwing her head back. 

“You can cum for me baby.” Paige said against her pussy the vibrations sending her over the top as she could no longer hold back anymore, streams of cum pouring out of her and paige stuck her tongue out drinking it all up.

Paige slowly worked her fingers getting her through the climax as Azzi was left a heap of tears and moans, still very out of breath. The warm sensation still tingling in her pants. 

“Welp I’m definitely gay.” Azzi said with a laugh as paige joined her on the bed. 

“Thank god, I have been waiting to hear you say that for fucking years.” paige said turning to her.

“Really?!” Azzi said surprised that who she now realized was her childhood crush had felt the same way for all these years.

“Damn we really have been waiting time not trying this sooner.” Azzi continued, laughing as she saw the paige’s mouth still glistening in the lights with her cum. 

“Well I guess we will have to just make this a daily thing then huh.” Paige said smirking pulling Azzi closer to her.

“Maybe tomorrow I’ll show you how to eat me.” 

“How about now.” Azzi said confidently flipping them over so paige was back on top of her, where Azzi shimmied down so paige’s cunt was directly above her. 

Pulling her shorts and panties to the side, she got right to work. 

[signanothername]

YOU LIKE GENO? I LIKE GENO TOO I LOVE GENO HE IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE PLZ TELL ME ALL YOUR HEAD CANONS PLZ IF YOU HAVE SOME DODDLES OF HIM THAT YOU DIDN'T POST, THROW THEM AT ME PLZ I BEG Sorry for going feral

I FUCKING LOVE HIM EEEEEEEE

Never be sorry for going feral, we welcome being feral in this house of mine dhhdhxhhxhx

I would like to direct your attention to this post that had Geno in it <3333 (just in case you never saw it)

AND I HAVE A FEW SKETCHES I NEVER SHARED WHICH ALSO KINDA GIVES AWAY SOME OF MY HEADCANONS FOR HIM HDHDHDHDHHD

These two sketches are redraws for some of my fave Aftertale panels <33333

Big brother Geno to Error (who proclaim each other twins) and Fresh is my absolute beloved <3333

And of course, Geno being the only one in the entire multiverse who Nightmare can’t for the life of him scare in any way, shape, or form cause Geno has exactly zero fucks left to give (and a tiny bit of an Afterdeath joke sbbxbxh)

Also Nightmare having to face the fact he can’t just break boundaries whenever he wants, and that Geno isn’t letting him cross his very clear red lines

[holyblonded]

surprises | birds of a feather

pairings: paige bueckers x black!oc

summary: cecilia surprises paige at her big game

warnings: none fr this time

notes: let’s pretend they won against tennessee 🧘🏾‍♀️ also if yall want more consistent fics please give ideas cause i have run out ngl

“Are you here yet?” Drew Bueckers’ voice came through the phone in a loud whisper, laced with excitement.

“I’m walking into the gym right now,” Cecilia replied, mimicking his tone as she entered the doors of Gampel Pavilion. The echo of bouncing basketballs and squeaking sneakers filled the air, mixing with the buzz of the crowd. Her heart raced, a mix of anticipation and nerves swirling inside her. “Is Paige distracted?”

Drew peeked around the corner of the bleachers, his brown curls bobbing as he checked the court. “Yeah. Geno made them warm up early, so everyone’s locked in.” He turned his gaze back to Cecilia, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “She has no idea you’re here. This is gonna be epic.”

Cecilia’s face lit up with a smile. She had been planning this surprise for weeks, coordinating with Drew to make sure Paige wouldn’t suspect a thing. It had been months since they last saw each other in person, time zones and busy schedules making it almost impossible to visit. But she couldn’t miss this game. Not when it was the game against Tennessee and Paige had been talking about it nonstop for weeks.

“Okay, I’m gonna go sit in the back so she doesn’t see me until the game starts,” Cecilia whispered. Her eyes drifted to the court, spotting Paige effortlessly weaving through her teammates during the warm-up drill. She looked focused, her golden ponytail bouncing as she moved with precision and speed. Cecilia’s chest tightened, a wave of longing hitting her. God, she missed her.

“Good idea,” Drew agreed, already moving to join her. “Just don’t freak out and yell her name or something.”

Cecilia rolled her eyes, playfully shoving him. “I’m not that dramatic.”

Drew raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. “You literally jumped off the couch and screamed when she hit that buzzer-beater last week. There’s a video on instagram.”

“Shut up,” Cecilia mumbled, her cheeks flushing pink. “Let’s go before she sees us.”

They made their way to the back row of the bleachers, hiding behind a group of parents wearing UConn gear. Cecilia pulled up the hood of her jacket, sinking low in her seat. Her eyes were glued to Paige, who was now taking shots from the three-point line, each one swishing through the net effortlessly. Cecilia felt a swell of pride watching her. She was incredible.

The game began, the crowd roaring as the referee blew the whistle. Paige dominated the court, her intensity palpable as she drove past defenders and sank shot after shot. Cecilia watched in awe, her fingers tightly gripping the edge of her seat.

It wasn’t until the second quarter when Paige’s eyes flickered to the stands, searching the crowd during a free throw break. Cecilia’s heart jumped, her breath catching in her throat. Paige’s gaze swept past her once, then snapped back, her body freezing as their eyes locked.

Cecilia saw the exact moment Paige recognized her— her eyes widened, her mouth falling open slightly before she quickly composed herself. But even from a distance, Cecilia could see the way Paige’s face lit up, a brilliant smile breaking through her previously focused expression.

Paige shook her head, fighting back laughter as she mouthed, “You’re here?”

Cecilia grinned, nodding enthusiastically. She made a heart with her hands, causing Paige to roll her eyes, trying to hide her giddy smile. The ref’s whistle brought Paige back to reality, forcing her to turn her attention back to the game. But every few minutes, she would glance back up, her eyes finding Cecilia’s like she was making sure she was really there.

When the final buzzer sounded, UConn secured the victory by fifteen points. The crowd erupted in cheers as the team celebrated on the court. Paige hugged her teammates, her eyes continuously drifting to the stands.

As the gym started to clear out, Cecilia made her way down the bleachers, weaving through the excited fans. She reached the edge of the court just as Paige came running toward her, her ponytail swinging behind her.

“You’re actually here!” Paige exclaimed, her voice breathless as she threw her arms around Cecilia, nearly knocking her over.

Cecilia laughed, holding her tight. “Surprise! I couldn’t miss your big game.”

Paige pulled back just enough to look at her, her eyes shining. “I can’t believe you did this. How long have you been here?”

“Since before warm-ups,” Cecilia admitted, a teasing smile on her lips. “Drew was my partner in crime.”

Paige’s jaw dropped. “You little—” She looked over her shoulder, spotting Drew waving from the bleachers next to her parents. “He’s so dead.”

Before Cecilia could respond, a small voice interrupted. “Cece!”

Both girls turned to see KK Arnold running over, her face lighting up the moment she saw Cecilia. Without hesitation, KK launched herself into Cecilia’s arms, hugging her tightly. “I missed you!”

Cecilia laughed, lifting the younger girl off the ground. “I missed you too, Kid.” She spun around playfully, making KK squeal with delight. “I see the muscles! What are they feeding you here?”

“Protein shakes and sadness,” KK said, earning a laugh from Cecilia.

Paige crossed her arms, feigning offense. “Wow, so you fly across the world to see me, but now you’re just gonna ignore me for her?”

Cecilia shrugged, giving KK an exaggeratedly thoughtful look. “I mean, she is cuter than you.”

KK giggled, sticking her tongue out at Paige. “Yeah, Paige. I’m the favorite now.”

Paige’s mouth fell open in mock betrayal. “I knew you were plotting against me!” She lunged forward, wrapping her arms around both Cecilia and KK, dragging them into a bear hug.

“You’re both traitors,” Paige declared dramatically, her voice muffled as she squeezed them tighter.

Cecilia’s laughter echoed through the gym, her heart feeling light and full all at once. She had missed this—missed Paige’s playfulness, missed the warmth of her embrace.

When they finally pulled apart, KK grabbed Cecilia’s hand, her eyes wide with excitement. “Cece, can you come to dinner with us? Please?”

Cecilia looked to Paige, who was already nodding. “You better be there. We have a lot to catch up on.”

Cecilia smiled, her heart fluttering. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

[martinluvrr]

CRUSH CRAZY | PAIGE BUECKERS

⋅˚₊‧ paige x fem!physio

⋅˚₊‧ summary: the new physio of the Uconn Wbb has caught the eye of their golden player, but it seems Paige has become a little... crush crazy.

⋅˚₊‧ warnings: hoping none

⋅˚₊‧ duayaps: i hateee thisss but its been sitting in my drafts so i finally finished it 😭

⋅˚₊‧ nav ||

"AND BEFORE YOU TAKE THE PILLS MAKE SURE YOU ATE SOME FOOD" I said to Azzi. It's been about 2 weeks since I started working with her, the Uconn medical staff have been nothing but welcoming.

At first, I didn't know what I was getting myself into, where I come from basketball isn't a big enough thing the way football is ( soccer ). I also didn't spend that much tie on social media, but as soon as I opened tiktok, tons of edits filled my page, most about Uconn and other teams. There were especially edits of Uconn's number five.

Paige Bueckers.

The girl was attractive. And she had the confidence to prove it. Me and Paige had very little contact together , but even if it was for a second, for some odd reason, my stomach was filled with butterflies.

"Thank you again" Azzi's sweet voice said. I turned around to look at the girl, after she underwent surgery for tearing her ACL during practice last November, there was still a little pain in the leg, but nothing that should stop her from rejoining the team in January. Of course, left out from not being in the action.

"No problem and please be careful ,i dont wanna se you anymore, you're boring' I jokingly said to her, she let out a laugh. I heard a chuckle behind me, when I turned, there in all her glory, number five.

"Hi Paige" I muttered, suddenly becoming shy.

"Hey" She said grinning. "Soooooo..."

"Paige" I said sternly, hiding my smile. "What are you doing here?"

"I-I was just checking up on Azzi" She told me, cracking a small smile at Azzi. I hoped the disappointed wasn't showing in my face, the delusional part in me was hoping she just came to see me.

"Well she's all yours"

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"Coach" Nika yelled, suddenly at Geno. "I don't feel so good"

"What happened?" Geno questioned her, making her sit down. She was fine 10 minutes ago.

"I feel like I'm gonna throw up" She said, staring at the ground. Coach felt Paige come beside him. "You okay?" Paige asked, Nika shook her head.

"Maybe we should call Y/N" Paige said, Nika nodded. Geno looked at the both of them, did they hit their head?

"Y/N's a physio, she doesn't deal with stomach problems" He explained, then he heard a cackle come from behind them. KK.

Now he got it, just before Nika came up to him, she was talking with Paige and KK, the three of them whispering amongst one another. Knowing Paige and her little crush, he could figure out that she put Nika up to this.

"Try telling me that again after suicides, maybe i'll believe it then" He said,trying to hide his smile, both Nika and Paige groaned. KK struggled to hide her laugh, scratch that, she didn't even hide it.

"Girl Boo, maybe next time" She said to Paige, laughing.

✰

Practice was over, and everybody was tired. Most of them half a sleep, including Paige. While they were used to their morning practices, Paige had a late night.

"Nah I'm going pick up something from Y/N real quick" She hard Aubrey say. Hearing Y/N name, Paige was awake real quick.

" I'll come with you" She offered, the locker suddenly filled with laughs. Her teammate agreed but not before teasing her with the rest. After getting ready, both of the Uconn basketball players made their way to the medical wing, Paige was nervous, she was always nervous to see Y/N. Suddenly feeling insecure, Paige smelled herself, stressing because she's sweaty. She heard her teammate laugh. "Bro relax" Aubrey reassured her.

When they finally stood in front of Y/N's office door, when Aubrey saw that Paige was still in a bit of a daze, she took the honor of knocking on the office door. When they both heard a sweet voice yelling come in, they followed her orders.

"Oh Hi" I said surprised to see both of them here. Aubrey replied greeting me back, but Paige, just stood there staring at her, grinning like a maniac. "Hi P" I said to her.

"Hey" she replied. Before i could ask what she was doing here, Aubrey caught my attention, asking about her meds and if she could take lighter ones. I replied to all her questions, asking if she was feeling okay or if she needed a checkup. While i talked to Aubrey, i could feel Paige's eyes on me at the side of my head.

As Aubrey left, i expected for Paige to follow her, but the blonde didn't move. "P, do you need something?" i asked her.

"there's this party tonight , you should stop by"

Was Paige inviting you as a date? no.

"Okay, text me the details and i'll think about it" i kinda accepted her invite. Tonight i already made plans with my roommate, i don't think its a good idea to cancel those just because i want to see my crush. I also didn't want my hopes to be up.

While Y/N thought about that, Paige was beaming with excitement on the inside, if Y/N did show up tonight. this was going to be the night where she made her move.

✰

She didn't show, she. didn't. show.

In Y/N's head, she didn't think not being at that party was a big deal. she assumed Paige was just being nice inviting her and she definitely didn't know that P was disappointed.

Today they had normal hard practices, and today was actually the final time Paige tried to get Y/N's attention. no like actually the last time.

As she dribbled the ball, suddenly she dropped the ball, and dramatically fell to the ground. Ice let out a laugh, but while she knew what Paige's plan was, Geno and Y/N didn't.

I gasped, seeing Paige suddenly on the ground, she was fine literally 10seconds ago. Quickly running over, followed by the rest of the coaching staff.

“Can u get up by yourself?”

“I can try”

okay good sign, good sign. it’s not broken.

“To my office” I instructed both Nika and Paige. While holding on to Paige, giving her a bit of support.

When we arrived, I made Paige lay down. And started testing her knee. It seemed fine, actually perfect.

“Maybe we should get another opinion, I don’t think my brains working properly”

I can’t seem to find out whats wrong, she says her knee hurts, but the tests i did make her look perfect.

“Ummm Alright” i heard her hesitate. Her voice slightly nervous.

“Paige”

“Yeah”

“Are you… not injured?”

“Kinda” She answered.

I furrowed my eyebrows, making me think back. Maybe she didn’t want the pressure or she just wanted an excuse out of practice.

“Paige if you are using this to get out of practice well you’ve got another thing comi-”

“Im using this as an excuse to see you” She cut you off.

“What”

“I’ve literally been giving you hints all year and you’re telling me you didnt know i liked you?”

“Well no” I answered honestly. When i finally met her eyes, a small smile took over my face. Her sad face turned hopeful.

“I like you too P” i said “You couldve just asked me out and this wouldn’t have had to happen”

“Don’t even try to turn this on me ma” she started ranting, you just laughed and stood there watching. Okay so you weren’t delusional.

✰

[bballlvr8]

So I watched Genos interview because I wanted to get the context and pick up on the vibes in which he said everything here are my notes

- new players looked a little lost

- whole month of september hasn’t been anyone that separated themselves (freshman, and sophomore)

- sarah is just a great player, got a lot of skills to take advantage of

- kaitlyn her adjustment is ok because she’s aggressive and plays hard, she attacks.. transition is easier because she came from a winning program. Geno likes her approach and attitude.

- Jana and Yanna are doing ok getting back into full play.. they are over aggressive sometimes. Yanna looks great physically, had a pretty good september. Jana has been off and on. Geno is happy where they are at this point

- Nothing going on with the that group (Morgan, Azzi, Aubrey and Caroline) at different points of disrepair… said it jokingly

- Morgan has lingering issues from high school and is doing more and more everyday

- azzi is on her regular schedule, we won’t see her playing 5x5 for a little bit,

- aubrey hasn’t done anything really

- Carol is all guess work :(

- They won't be ready for exhibition game, Morgan will tho!

- Bigs are fluid with ball, need to get the chemistry right

- Not necessarily wanting to keep paige off the ball, he wants to see what happens. Thinks there is an advantage to both, lot of success playing with 4 guards last year.

- Guilty of not having the ball in paiges hands more last year

- Paige is living up to being more aggressive, and he's ok with her forcing some things. SHES being a ball hog lmaoo

- New basketball shot tracking info on the goals

- Expectations of KK and Ashlynn, go to another step, they will be a little more comfortable, theyve both improved. Ashlynn more defensively than anything else. KK understanding more on how to run a team.

- Needs Sarah to have a role that impacts winning for them. Not putting any limits on her, her role will be determined by what she does in practice

- ice is their “post” veteran lol — kind of gave a funny face lol

- replacing Nika and Aaliyah with players who haven’t played a lot of basketball so you have to wait out and see. they’ll be more aggressive than defensive like last year.

- Azzi will be back before everyone like we already saw, he said that she definitely wouldn’t be back the first week of November, but he wasn’t sure about the second week in November. Says they’ll know more when she starts getting out there. Hoping that she’s there before they get into their deepest parts of their schedule, keeping his fingers crossed. She looks great. She feels great and she’s confident. More of a lets be cautious thing with Azzi!

- so many things he likes about Kaitlyn and felt that if she was here since her freshman year, she would be an All-American and probably a very high draft pick.

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[mikimakiboo]

Mermay day 20 - Gentle Lullabies

- Leviathantale -

Reaper takes a special someone to listen to the whales singing.

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Reaper swam, a little weight in his arms that he kept preciously against his chest. He had a goal in mind, Geno had given him his go, and he didn't want to wait any longer: the humpback whales were about to migrate, he wanted to intercept them before they left for the warmer oceans. The little package wiggled in his arms, a round head poking through the cover. Reaper smiled.

- We're almost there, sweety.

The little albino orca flapped his tail, looking up at his father curiously. He was only a few weeks old, and was the biggest joy of his parents, their little Goth. He was a special one, a mix between an orca mer and a selkie, Reaper and Geno weren't sure which species he would take after the most, but he had turned out to be a perfect combination of the two: his tail acted as a skin that he could take on and off like a sort of sock, Geno had to explain to Reaper what a sock was, and just like a mer it only covered his lowerbody starting from his ribs. They were so proud of their little albino.

Reaper could hear the whales, they were approaching. 

- Are you ready ? He asked his son who babbled in response. 

The Leviathan smiled, speeding up for a moment and stopping after having passed the last iceberg separating them from the whales. He turned his son around, holding him with his back against his chest so he could see in front of them. Goth wiggled, looking at his dad before looking down at the big whales in the distance, letting out little noises as he pointed at the cetaceans. 

- These are humpback whales, they come here to eat and then travel to a warmer place for a while before coming back, he explained, though Goth couldn't understand yet.

- Bubaba ? Goth repeated.

Reaper chuckled.

- Yes sweety, bubaba.

They had arrived right on time, Reaper thought, as the next vocalisms were about to start, and soon a song would be heard. He held his baby a little higher. Goth flapped his tail, simply happy to be with his dad. When the singing started again, the little albino looked down at the whales, stopping the wiggling to listen to the gentle lullaby.

Reaper glanced at his baby, smiling as he saw him listen so attentively. He wanted him to hear the song before the whales left for the mating season, to make him discover one of the many wonders of the ocean, as he couldn't make him discover the lands since his own tail wasn't removable.

The song lasted a few minutes during which none of the two mers moved, Goth only letting out small yawns as they watched the whales getting farther away.

- Did you like it ? Reaper looked at his son, but only saw him peacefully sleeping in his arms, I'll take that as a yes.

He kissed his forehead, smiling, happy to have maybe created a happy memory for his son to remember.

He needed to return to Geno now, the selkie was waiting for them at his house, and Goth would be hungry when waking up.

He loved his two selkies so much...