#thanks paige!

[rissynicole]

🥺😅🤡✨💖⛔🤩🎶🧐💞🧠(anybody you want to reveal ur headcanons about idc)🤯🤲✅💥💔 and I have a feeling you do but I’ll go ahead and ask 🍷

Holy shit, Paige 🤣 jfdlsalfsjsfajlk

Okay! *Breaks fingers* Let's do this. Some answers are gonna be kind of short!

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

Honestly, I’m not sure? I do tend to gravitate towards certain themes. I love writing sickfics, hurt/comfort, whump, etc. There’s something about two people putting aside everything to help each other that just gets me right in the feels. 

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

Okay. Alright. Sit down motherfuckers. I'm gonna tell you a quick story.

Fun fact about me: I like to include names of my loved ones as minor/throwaway characters in my writing. For example, I need a name for some random cashier or whatever, so I name him after a friend. Y'know, as a shoutout to that friend.

Well. In A Parade of Indignities, there's a scene where Dib is reminiscing over his mother's grave. He has no mother in canon, so I had to invent a character and give her a first name.

I named her after my mother.

It wasn't meant to be anything other than a little shoutout to my very sweet mom. I had no experience with parent death and didn't see this detail as anything but an easter egg.

Well, less than a year later, I did get experience with a parent dying. Really suddenly dying.

I read back through Parade some months later and got to that part. Words cannot express the emotions that went through me. Really, I can't even say what those emotions were. Shame for writing something so serious in the first place without really knowing the fallout of losing a parent? Embarrassment for adding such a dark "easter egg"? All I can say is that I immediately slammed that "edit" button and changed the name of Dib's dead mother to a different, more generic name with no personal connections to me.

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

Answered in another ask.

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

Rissy, you are good at writing characters’ thoughts and feelings through their body language.

💖 What made you start writing?

My mom and dad! They were/are amazing writers and always encouraged me.

My second grade teacher also ignited my enthusiasm for writing. I remember her calling me to her desk multiple times just to tell me how wonderful and descriptive my little stories and book reports were. She even invited my parents in one time to teach the class about writing. 

I was incredibly lucky to have people in my life at that young age who could nurture my interests. It kept me going and I improved as a writer because of it. I credit my continued improvement to the people who have been in my corner to support me.

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

Answered in another ask.

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

Dib and Gaz are actually really fun to write! They let me get as angsty and sarcastic as I want! 😂

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

Yup! I'm always listening to music. Usually when I'm writing, I listen to music without lyrics, though. Stuff like lo-fi or deep house. Sometimes smooth jazz.

As for a song I've been playing on loop, probably this one:

https://open.spotify.com/track/6VGnKsXhFekwBOAnIY8cFM?si=9b7a71d063c9497b

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

Yeah! I spend a lot of time researching, actually. I research really obscure things and get frustrated when I can’t find answers. I also tend to go down really useless rabbit holes lol.

💞 Who's your comfort character?

Oh, definitely Zim. 

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

Professor Membrane gets so over-the-top concerned for his children when they’re sick, he goes overboard with tests and remedies. Think “Gaz, Taster or Pork,” but for everything Dib and Gaz become afflicted with. Common colds, hay fever, food poisoning, etc. It gets to the point where Dib and Gaz don’t tell him when they’re sick and simply take care of each other while keeping the illness on the down-low. 

I’m actually writing a little fic based around this headcanon and how it puts a strain on their family. 

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

Definitely romance.

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Sure! Here’s a snippet from something I’m almost done with: 

Dib quietly drifted to his bedside and stared down at him. “Zim…” He had to gather himself before he could repeat the same words he’d asked before. “Tell me who did this to you.”

The words hung in the air between them. Dib’s tone had taken on a quality that, coming from the mouth of any another person, would demand respect. Gone were the petulant, whiny inflections of his youth, and in their place was a certain poise that was easily reminiscent of his own father’s confident speech pattern. Unfortunately, what he had to say often overpowered how he said it. his attempts at persuasion scarcely had any effect on anyone in his life. They certainly never had any effect on Zim. This time, though, he hoped against hope that they would. 

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

A lot of characters in my fics fall asleep at the drop of a hat in my fics. I find that it’s a good way to end a chapter, but it sure does happen a lot. It’s like an impulse thing to just write a character going to bed at the end of a long, eventful chapter. They get a little sleep. As a treat. 

💥 How do you feel about criticism?

If it's constructive and/or from a good friend, I welcome it. If it's from some rando and more along the lines of "you didn't write this character the way I personally see them," then I'll roll my eyes big time and delete it.

I’ll add, I LOVE constructive criticism for things that I might have gotten factually wrong. One time, back in 2018, a nurse DMed me and let me know that some of what occurred in Chapter 12 of Parade wasn’t super accurate to what an actual nurse or doctor would do. This person spent the next couple days helping me understand certain medical terminology and procedures, which was super helpful. I rewrote that section of the story, and was super happy knowing I wrote it as factually accurate as I could. 

I also love seeing typos pointed out! It’s hard to get everything, even with a beta reader. I guarantee that if you DM me with a typo, I will drop everything and log into AO3 to edit it. 

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

Of mine? God, I don’t know. Anything that involves super deep depression is gonna break my heart. I’m working on something right now that involves a character feeling trapped and hopeless. That’s hard to write when you’re not also writing a concrete happy ending to go along with it. 

🍷 Do you drink and write?

Oh hell yes.

[jackinalex]

I apologize I don't know if Paige is on here but can you ask her what the timeline was for monitor party? Do you stand around from 2 on like soundcheck or can you get there at a normal time? I know they say they will send out an email but I'm anxious to have at least sort of an idea. Thank you!!!!!

Posting a screenshot of her reply bc I’m lazy.

[wowzer-bowzer]

Title: Winter Break

Summary: Paige see you and is instantly drawn to your shy and kind demeanor

Winter break had always been a time for you to catch up on sleep, binge-watch shows, and avoid responsibilities. But this year was different. Your grandpa, Geno Auriemma, the legendary UConn women’s basketball coach, had invited you to spend a week at his place. It wasn’t unusual—you had visited him plenty of times before—but you were a sophomore in college now, and life was busy. Still, the thought of seeing him was comforting, so you packed your bags and headed to Storrs.

When you arrived at your grandpa’s house, you were greeted with a warm hug and a steaming cup of coffee. The familiar scent of the home filled you with a sense of nostalgia. You both spent the rest of the day catching up, talking about school, and laughing over old memories. It felt like home.

The next day, Geno had to head to the gym for a team practice, and you decided to tag along. You’d always admired the UConn women’s basketball team, even though you weren’t particularly sporty yourself. It was more about spending time with your grandpa and seeing him in his element.

As you sat and watched the players warm up, you noticed one of the girls glancing your way. The girl was, Paige Bueckers, the star of the team. She seemed to be looking directly at you. You felt a flutter in your chest but quickly brushed it off, thinking it was just your imagination.

The practice was intense, and you were mesmerized by how effortlessly Paige moved on the court. She was everything you weren’t—confident, athletic, and, well, hot. As the practice wrapped up, Geno called for a break, and the players began to scatter, grabbing water bottles and chatting with each other.

To your surprise, Paige walked right up to you. “Hey, you’re Geno’s granddaughter, right?”

You felt your cheeks heat up as you nodded. “Yeah, I’m YN. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, YN,” Paige said with a grin. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

You blinked in surprise. “You have?”

Paige nodded, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Yep, your grandpa talks about you all the time. He says that you’re the light of his life.”

You felt your heart swell with warmth, toward your grandpa, but before you could respond, Paige added, “I can see why.”

The comment had caught you off guard, and you felt instantly felt yourself getting flustered. Paige chuckled at your reaction, clearly enjoying how easily you had blushed.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Paige said, her tone softer now. “We don’t get many visitors who aren’t basketball fanatics.”

You managed a small smile, trying to ignore the raging butterflies in your stomach. “I’m definitely not a basketball fanatic.”

“That’s okay,” Paige said, her smile widening. “I like people who are different.”

Over the next few days, you found yourself spending more time at the gym than you had anticipated. But it wasn’t just to watch your grandpa coach—it was because of Paige. Every time you were around, Paige would find a way to strike up a conversation, teasing and flirting in a way that made your heart race.

It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy the attention. Of course you did, why wouldn’t? But you were shy by nature, and Paige’s boldness was both thrilling and intimidating. Paige seemed to take pleasure in your shyness, often leaning in closer than necessary or making a playful comment that would leave you speechless.

One afternoon, while you were sitting in the stands during a particularly grueling practice, Paige took a break and jogged over to you. She was slightly out of breath, her face flushed from exertion, but she still had that playful glint in her eye.

“You look like you’re deep in thought,” Paige said, grabbing a water bottle and taking a long drink.

“Oh, um, not really,” you stammered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Just watching.”

Paige raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. “Watching me, huh?”

Your eyes widened, and you quickly looked down at your hands. “I-I didn’t mean—”

“I’m kidding,” Paige interrupted, laughing softly. “But I do like the idea of you watching me.”

You didn’t know how to respond, so you just nodded, feeling your face grow hotter by the second.

Paige seemed to take pity on you, leaning against the bleachers and giving you a softer look. “You’re cute when you’re flustered, you know that?”

Your heart skipped a beat, but before you could process what Paige had said, your grandpa called for the players to return to the court. Paige winked at you before jogging back to the team, leaving you with a pounding heart, a warm face, and a million thoughts racing through your mind.

As your visit drew to a close, you found yourself dreading the moment you’d have to say goodbye. You’d gotten use to Paige’s teasing comments, the way her eyes seemed to light up whenever she looked at you, and the thrill of being around someone who made you feel so special.

The evening before your last day of the trip, you were sitting on the porch of your grandpa’s house, sipping a cup of hot chocolate and enjoying the crisp winter air. You were lost in thought when you heard the sound of footsteps approaching. You looked up to see Paige walking toward you, a determined expression on her face.

“Hey,” Paige greeted, her breath visible in the cold air. “Mind if I join you?”

“Sure,” you replied, gesturing to the empty chair beside her.

Paige sat down, her hands clasped together as she looked out at the snow-covered yard. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence between you comfortable but charged with unspoken words.

Finally, Paige turned to you, her gaze steady. “So, you’re leaving tomorrow, huh?”

“Yeah,” you said quietly, not trusting yourself to say more.

Paige was silent for a moment, then she took a deep breath. “I’ve been wanting to ask you something, but I wasn’t sure if I should.”

You looked at her, your curiosity piqued. “What is it?”

Paige hesitated, then blurted out, “Would you go on a date with me?”

Your eyes widened in surprise, and your heart skipping a beat. “A date?”

“Yeah,” Paige said, her tone a mix of confidence and vulnerability. “I like you, YN. I’ve liked you since the first day I saw you. I know you’re shy, and that’s okay. I think it’s one of the things I like most about you. That, and the way you’re always so kind and joyful, even when you’re nervous.”

You felt you face flush, but this time it wasn’t just from embarrassment. It was from the realization that Paige—Paige Bueckers, the girl you had admired from afar—actually liked you. And not just as a friend.

“I… I’d like that,” you finally said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Paige’s face broke into a wide smile, and you couldn’t help but smile back, feeling a warmth spread through your chest.

“Great,” Paige said, her eyes shining with excitement. “How about tomorrow morning? We could go to that little café in town. I hear they have the best hot chocolate.”

“Okay,” YN agreed, her heart racing with a mix of nerves and anticipation.

The next morning, you found herself sitting across from Paige in a cozy café, the scent of hot chocolate, waffles, and freshly baked cookies filling the air. The place was dimly lit, with soft music playing in the background, and you couldn’t help but feel like you were in a dream.

Paige was her usual confident self, but there was a softness in her eyes as she looked at you. You talked about small things at first—school, basketball, the weather—but you could feel the unspoken tension between you both.

Paige reached across the table, gently taking your hand in hers. “You don’t have to be nervous, you know.”

“I’m not,” you lied, though the slight tremble in your voice gave you away.

Paige smiled, squeezing your hand. “I know you are, and that’s okay. I just want you to be yourself. I like you just the way you are.”

You looked down at your joined hands, feeling a rush of emotions you couldn’t quite put into words. You weren’t used to this kind of attention, you weren’t used to someone being so direct and open about their feelings.

“Why me?” You asked quietly, finally voicing the question that had been on your mind since the moment Paige asked you out.

Paige’s smile softened. “Because you’re different. You’re kind, and you don’t try to be someone you’re not. You’re not just some fan, or someone who’s only interested in me because of basketball. You see me for who I am, and I like that. I like you.”

You felt her heart swell with emotion. For the first time that evening, you felt herself relax, the tension in your shoulders easing as you looked into Paige’s eyes.

“I like you too,” you admitted, your voice just barely above a whisper.

Paige’s smile widened, and she leaned across the table, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “Good. Because I’m not letting you go.”

You returned to college, but despite the distance, you and Paige kept in touch, texting and calling each other daily. Your connection deepened, and every visit felt like a reunion of old friends rather than a long-distance couple.

You navigated the challenges of a long-distance relationship with surprising ease, both committed to making it work. Paige would surprise you with weekend visits, and you would do the same, your time together always filled with laughter, warmth, and those shy smiles that Paige adored.

You realized that no matter the distance, Paige was worth it. Every moment you spent together was special, and that what you had was something real, and lasting.

[lights-at-night-art]

woundtree or something idk

[rachel-bloom]

[angelscovee]

𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟

🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ☞︎ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴘᴀɪɢᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴘᴀɪɢᴇ sᴇᴇs ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʟɪɴᴇs 🤷‍♀️

⇝ ᴘᴀɪɢᴇ ʙᴜᴇᴄᴋᴇʀs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

⇝ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

⇝ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮

ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴘᴏᴠ

today paige and i had stayed home babysitting for paiges aunt. she has a baby girl of five months, and a little girl that is 4 years old.

i mostly have been taking care of the five month old since both paige and i agreed that i am better at caring for babies than she is.

as i carry the baby girl on my hip as i make her a bottle, and i made some mac and cheese for the other little one. swaying the baby back and forth, unbeknownst to me, paige had been watching me the whole time.

she was playing "tea party" with her younger cousin but was more interested in watching me, then playing a game.

i handed the baby her bottle to hold it while i brought the mac and cheese to the slightly older girl. i sat down next to paige on the couch as i started to help feed the baby girl.

once they were both done eating i lead them to their rooms so they could take a much needed nap.

i could feel paiges eyes on me the whole time i moved around the house no matter how hard i tried to ignore it. she was staring deep into my soul at this point.

i sat down next to her once again on the couch as i was a few minutes before.

i turn my head towards her with a shy smile and furrowed eye brows. "why are you looking at me like that paige?" i ask my smile growing wider.

"you're really pretty, and i was just thinking." she says as she shrugs her shoulders, which made me smile and a slight blush crept onto my face.

"oh yeah? what're you thinking about?" i ask not taking my eyes off of her once.

"our future together." she says simply not elaborating at all.

"yeah? what do you have in mind?" i ask once again curious where this is going. paige turns her head towards me again and smiles before speaking.

"you're gonna be an amazing mother one day, i know it. the mother of our children." paige answers my question taking my hand into hers and leaning in for a soft but meaningful kiss.

"i can't wait to see you teach our kids basketball." i respond knowing thats exactly what she would do once we have kids.

"oh they're gonna be unstoppable." paige responds to me as she fidgets with the rings on my hand.

"oh i bet, maybe they'll be better than you, they'll even beat you in a 1v1." i say lightheartedly.

"me? psh oh never." she says in a joking matter. i'm so lucky to be able to say that paige is the woman i'll gladly spend the rest of my life with.

after that we go silent

all i can think about is her, the mother of our children, the grandma to our grandchildren, and most importantly, my future wife.

paige wrapped an arm around my shoulder as i leaned into her touch, she placed a soft kiss on my forehead as she put on a movie.

but i couldn't help but think about one thing only.

our future together.

[alhabil]

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[azzifudd]

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[jerrydevine]

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[captainmartin20]

the real iowa vs uconn matchup

[thankyouforthememoriesworld]

Ignoring the inaccuracies ive never seen azzis reaction to paiges injury before now im sad. https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTN5WLPJ7/

YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO MAKE ME SEE THAT 😢.

Can new fans please do a little research because knowing that P didn't tear her ACL at the ND game is the bare minimum.

[the-shy-artisan]

Kracetos

[cody-paranatural]

OH MY GOD????????

[jamiepaige]

🍤エ​ビ​チ​ャ​ー​ハ​ン​! (You​’​re Telling Me A SHRIMP Fried This Rice​?​!​)🍤

i made a fucking song for shrimp miku thank you.

it's available on bandcamp and spotify/apple music/etc now! please listen to it! please listen or the demons possessing my shrimp miku doll won't let me sleep

[katemartinismywife]

☺︎ masterlist ☺︎

☺︎ started: 3/28/24 ☺︎ ☺︎ updated: 4/21/24 ☺︎

☺︎ senior night ☺︎ ☺︎ you're the one: mini-series ☺︎ ↳ part one ↳ part two ↳ part three ↳ final part

☺︎ for you ☺︎ ☺︎ found each other ☺︎

☺︎ baby mama: mini series ☺︎ ↳ part one ↳ part two ☺︎ big ten champs ☺︎

☺︎ just friends? ☺︎ ☺︎ communication ☺︎ ☺︎ all mine ☺︎

☺︎ falling for you...again ☺︎

☺︎ surprise - paige x azzi ☺︎ ☺︎ me and you - kk arnold ☺︎ ☺︎ just wanna be yours - kamilla cardoso ☺︎ ☺︎ i'm here - georgia amoore ☺︎ ☺︎ beach kisses - haley van lith ☺︎ ☺︎ comfort zone - juju watkins ☺︎

☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ more people coming soon!

[paigebueckerswifeyy]

this picture is not helping her beat the dyke allegations at all