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history has been made- i met kk arnold.

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what about something called “my boyfriends” and it’s pazzi x reader…

how do we feel about mascwoman!reader…

as a masc lesbian myself, i hardly see any fics— or really anything for that matter, that show masc for masc so… let me know your thoughts/if you have any ideas for masc reader fics :p

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how do we feel about mascwoman!reader…

as a masc lesbian myself, i hardly see any fics— or really anything for that matter, that show masc for masc so… let me know your thoughts/if you have any ideas for masc reader fics :p

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“Paige slid her hand up your lower back to your shoulder, then to your neck and stopped at your jaw, cupping it. Like she needed to make sure you were real. Like this was finally happening.” GAVE ME LITERAL CHILLS 😧 I NEED MORE

so i take it yall are liking part 2?

well i have a few things sitting in my drafts (that are at a standstill) so if you guys have any requests… lmk :))

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Spotlights and Silences (Part 2-ish of Dresses and Disguises)- paigebueckers x fem!reader

summary: after weeks of silence following the moment you shared in the dressing room, you show up to Paige’s WNBA draft after party... wearing that dress.

warnings: angst, slow-burn, mutual pining, kinda lore accurate, (somehow) not proofread

word count: ~2.2k

a/n: sorry it took me so long but here she is!

You did an impeccable job of avoiding Paige after that day. 

Forgetting about it– her, was something else entirely.

The end of the semester was coming up sooner than you expected, with exams, projects, and prepping for your goodbyes. Meanwhile, March Madness was ramping up for Paige. She was everywhere. 

There wasn’t an app you could open, a TV you could watch, even a person you could talk to without being reminded of her. Interviews. Highlight reels. Stats. Predictions. WNBA draft projections. You tried to scroll past, turn off, and disengage, but it was no use. You were overdosing on her. 

But there was simply no way of avoiding her as the championship game rolled around. Besides, your best friends were playing, and you wanted to support them. Or at least that’s what you told yourself… Sitting on the living room floor, 30 minutes before tip-off, wearing a worn-out #5 jersey. Burning with anticipation.

Paige, on the other hand, could not get enough of you. It was like you completely disappeared from her life, overnight. And no amount of flashing lights, confetti, or stadiums full of fans could shake that gnawing feeling. She needed a fix– of you. 

But that didn’t stop her from winning the national title.

Paige played like something was burning beneath her skin– a fiery determination. When the buzzer sounded and the confetti rained down, Paige let it in. The noise, the celebration, the joy. She let herself feel it– the emotions, good or bad. Something that she wasn’t used to. She let herself be present in something she didn’t have to question. Something that didn’t ache. 

There was nothing else you could feel in that moment besides pride. A breathtaking sort of pride bloomed in your chest when you saw her lift the trophy high above her head, eyes glistening under the stadium lights.

You facetimed Azzi and some of the team shortly after.

“National champions! I have never been happier for you guys!” You beamed as they showed off their piece of the cut net, screenshotting a moment and sending it off to your Instagram story. 

“Where’s the trophy? Let me see it!” 

“Uh- It’s with Paige and coach, actually,” Azzi said, trying to sound too casual as she flipped the camera back around to herself. “You know. Press stuff.” 

“Ah, right. Well, send me a photo.” You changed the subject before anyone else could say a thing. “Go out and enjoy the rest of this win okay? Tell… everyone, I say congratulations.”

Azzi just nodded her head before you said goodbye.

The championship high hadn’t begun to fade before Paige was thrown into the spotlight again. She was hours away from her life changing all over again. Not even a second of turnaround, a second for her to catch her breath, before she was on another flight, sitting in another hotel, doing another round of interviews with questions she’d already answered a hundred times. The draft.

She’d foolishly thought that tonight would bring you out. More than the championship game did. She heard your congrats through Azzi. She saw the blurry photo you posted on your Instagram story, captioned: 'proud of my girls <3.’ It was the most that she's gotten from you in weeks. She thought of liking the story– her finger hovering over the heart at the bottom of the screen– but she thought better of it and kept tapping through instead. 

Another moment. Missed.

The lights were hot and brighter than she expected, but Paige never faltered. She was good at this part– the public part. The polished part. Calm, cool, confident. She stepped onto the red carpet and the crowd erupted. A wave of noise and flashing lights crashed over her. Cameras snapped in rapid fire, as if the world might blink and miss her. Her name echoed relentlessly from every direction with a particular urgency, like everyone already knew they were staring at the number one overall draft pick.

Paige was buzzing beneath the surface, beneath the perfectly packaged smile, eyeliner, and black sequin suit. Buzzing with something hard to name– something lonely. Far from nerves or excitement.

She never used to imagine being with you, because you were always there—or you used to be. But now she caught herself lost in thought, picturing you on her arm as you walked down the row of flashing cameras and back-to-back interviews, showing you off, sporting that sweet, shy smile you saved for her. Your eyes meeting like there wasn’t anything to question, like none of it intimidated you. You whispering something in her ear, like “I hope you’ve practiced your autograph” in the quiet moments, cutting through any sort of nerves that started to rise. Your hand finding hers under the table, fingers laced—anchoring her.

She imagined her name being called and the thing she’d be most excited for, something she was dying to do– to kiss you. There. In front of everyone. Like she wasn’t scared of it all.

The buzzing was so loud now that she barely heard her actual name being called.

“In the 2025 WNBA draft,” The voice sounded far away. “The Dallas Wings select,” And fully trailed off, swallowed by the roar of the crowd and the rush in her ears.

It wasn’t till Azzi nudged her arm that she registered the words.

“Paige Buekers.”

Now, standing on stage, the crowd, white jersey in hand, her future ahead of her, she wasn't thinking about the win, her team, or her new contract– she was thinking about you.

This was the part she hadn’t prepared for– that success would taste just a little sour when you weren’t there to share it with her. All her hard work and dedication finally paying off, and… it didn’t feel right. 

She knew what the fame and adoration felt like. The quick fire photos, the headlines, the glory. It all felt shallow. She craved your quiet devotion. 

In any capacity. You both needed to be with each other again.

And that’s precisely why you were in New York, in Kk’s hotel room, applying a red glossy lipstick in the bathroom mirror. 

Initially, you weren't planning on coming– even with the growing, insatiable need to see Paige in person again. You were used to that by now. The wanting. And for the last few weeks, you had become better at managing it. But it wasn’t until Kk, Sarah, Azzi- practically half of the damn UConn women’s basketball team, nearly on their hands and knees, begging you to come celebrate with them, that you even entertained the thought of being at the draft after party.

You realized somewhere along the line that you were being a bad friend. Especially to Paige.

Regardless of the complications– of your feelings, Paige was someone you cared for. Deeply. You acknowledged in your complete avoidance, that you claimed was self-preservation, was really a cover. Cowardice. And in that, you were abandoning the only thing you knew you were to each other. Friends. Even if it was hard to admit because you wanted more, you were always, at the very least, going to want to be friends with Paige. 

And friends support each other. Especially when they are the number one overall WNBA draft pick.

You waited to get dressed till Kk told you the ceremony was over, sending you the location for the after party. 

You eyed the familiar black sparkling dress, laying on the contrasting white bed sheet. It felt like the knife was being twisted as you stepped in and slipped the fabric up your body. It clung to your frame like a second skin, like memory.

And suddenly, your willpower was starting to chip away. Each step you took towards the venue was another piece flaking off, and by the time you crossed the threshold of the party, you were one gust of wind from falling apart.

You, thankfully, immediately spot Nika and some of your friends before you could change your mind and turn around and walk out the door.

“I have no idea where Azzi  went, last time I saw Kk and Sarah they were with Paige somewhere.” She pauses. “I don’t think anyone told her you were coming,” Your heart sank. The last thing you wanted to do was ambush her. 

“Shes barely had time to talk to us, I’d catch her as fast as you can to say hey.” She tried to sound as relaxed as one could, tipsy and shouting over music. “Then we can take shots!” She adds, clearly picking up on the uneasy look on your face. “Matter of fact, I’ll go get some right now!” She was gone, disappeared through a crowd before you could even object.

But she was right, you wanted to get it over with and then just enjoy yourself. You wanted closure.

There wasn’t a moment for Paige to stop- to slow down. She smiled until her jaw ached, shifting from handshakes to hugs, and from congratulations to thank-you’s. Her name echoed off the walls. She was being pulled in every direction without a moment to take it all in. 

Until she saw a familiar shimmer from the corner of her eye. She jerked her head and froze. Her gaze fell on you, clinging to a quiet corner of the room, wearing that dress. 

She blinked, hard, thinking that maybe the champagne was getting to her, like she'd open her eyes and you would be gone. Vanish, again, into thin air, and she’d be without you. 

She drifted through the room, not knowing her next move, just felt her chest pull towards you like a magnet she had been resisting for too long. 

And when your eyes finally met, neither of you looked away.

You froze when you saw her in that black, sparkling suit. You hadn’t realized it was the perfect, almost matching counterpart to your dress. 

You watched the gold lights perfectly bounce off her blond waves, the way her black eyeliner brought out her blue eyes. You were scared that if you even flinched, your heart would take over and you’d hug and tackle her to the ground.

Now there she was. Two feet away from you. After weeks, that felt like months, of no contact. And now there you were, entirely undone in front of her once again. 

“I didn’t think you’d come.”

And just like that, Paige lost the upper hand. Her cards were showing. But she finally didn’t care. She wanted you to know she was thinking about you. How she already accepted that you weren’t going to be here. How she was not coping with it well. How relieved, and scared, she was that you were within arm's length of her.

How just 5 words could mean so much without having to admit what she was really feeling. A game of how truthful she can be without just saying it.

“I almost didn’t.” You admitted back. 

She wanted to ask why you changed your mind, but the lump in her throat was making it hard to speak at all.

Then that all too familiar silence stretched between you like it always did. Taunting you. 

She glanced at your dress again. Your stomach was doing flips.

“You wore it.” Paige says, gesturing to you. What she meant to say was, ‘I remember the last time you wore that dress.’

“Yeah,” It came out breathy and uneasy. “Well, it fits better to wear at a party. Definitely not a graduation.” Your lips slightly turn up at the edges in a cautious smile. 

A smirk appeared on her face as she shook her head. 

“Honestly, I still kind of hate it.”

“I don’t.”

Paige saw the moment your breath hitched in your lungs. It set her skin on fire.

The way you looked at her was dangerous. You had to remind yourself why you were there. To support your friend.

“Well. Congratulations, Paige.”

Hearing her name from your mouth again felt like a jolt of lightning. A shiver went down her spine.

“You deserve all this. I’m proud of you.”

That is when it all sunk in. The whirlwind of the past few days finally caught up to her and hit her right in the gut. But she didn’t care about that right now.

Paige’s lips parted as her eyes drifted to yours. 

The space between you began to shrink. You didn’t even realize it till you felt the warmth of her body and the sweet, musky scent of her perfume. 

You held your breath as her hands slid their way onto your hips, pulling you closer. 

“I missed you.” Page said, more like an admission. You watch something shift behind her eyes, like relief.

“I missed you too.” You replied with ease.

The first thing you’ve said to her in months that didn’t feel like a roundabout truth.

You leaned in slowly- still somewhat scared that this was one of your daydreams- hesitating, giving her a chance to back away. But she didn’t. She closed what little space there was left and kissed you. Tentative at first, but then more sure as you melted into each other. 

Paige slid her hand up your lower back to your shoulder, then to your neck and stopped at your jaw, cupping it. Like she needed to make sure you were real. Like this was finally happening. 

And just like that, the noise of the party faded, the lights dulled, and all that existed was the way her mouth moved against yours— easy, effortless, and too soft for something that had burned for so long.

Like an exhale.

a/n: wow. let me know if you liked it! i kind of hate it!

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Part 2 to Dresses and Other Disguises PLEASEEEEE

trust it’s in the making! (and a few other things that have been rattling around in my head so :p stay tuned) maybe going to post it tomorrow!!

and wow first ask what if i cry :,) and i want to say thank you sooo much for all the love on the fic, i did not expect it to get any sort of attention so im 😧

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Dresses and Other Disguises - paigebueckers x fem!reader

summary: trying on dresses for graduation with your friend, whom you're head over heels in love with, seems like a good idea right? what could go wrong!

warnings: a soft slow-burning spiral of almosts, angst, (not really) emotional manipulation, heartbreak, mutual pining, unrequited love, !barely proofread!

word count: ~1.3k

a/n: deep in my parasocial feelings for miss buckets rn so... ig enjoy!

part 2

“I don’t think it looks good on me,” You said aloud, looking in the mirror and turning to the side, running your hands over the sparkling black fabric barely covering your body. “I’m graduating, not joining a night club.”

“You with the jokes- just let me see it, come on.” Paige shouts from just outside your fitting room door.

You sigh, looking in the mirror one last time, checking your reflection, before taking a deep breath and opening the door. She sat there with a strange look of anticipation that made your heart stop when she looked up from her phone, eyes trailing your body from your shoulders down to your legs. Slowly. Your breath hitched as your chest tightened with something sharp and unwelcome.

She didn’t say anything. And the silence brewed something far worse than words ever could. Hope.

You let the feeling linger longer than it should have. Long enough to imagine that the look in her eyes was love, burning, and longing, not a friend's admiration or distant kindness. That she picked this dress out not to help a friend, but for you- her girlfriend, to look beautiful- for her.

Long enough to imagine her standing up, coming closer, pulling you in, brushing her fingertips over the thin fabric covering your waist. That soft, quiet smile spreading on her face like it did sometimes when she was so full of feeling to speak.

Long enough to imagine her leaning in, forehead resting on yours, and whispering something stupid and adorable like “I’m going to have to fight off half of the people at the ceremony if you go looking like this.” Shaking her head, flustered by her girlfriend's beauty and how lucky she was to have you. Wrapping her arms around you and pulling you into a soft, smiley kiss. 

The burning you feel every day would be a soft, warm glow. Everything would be how it should. Rather, how you wanted it to be.

But right now, the burning was making you nauseous. As you snapped back into reality, you felt wildly more uncomfortable and embarrassed by the second, standing in front of her in the ridiculous dress.

“Y/n- hello? What do you mean? You look killer.” Her voice cuts in low but sincere. Friendly.

You couldn’t form a single word, your mind still reeling. She stood up and walked towards you. “Yo,” She slightly waved her hand in front of your face with a curious smile, eyebrows furrowed. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” The word came out faster than it should have- too casual, rehearsed, a flimsy shield thrown up before she could even finish. An even more unconvincing short laugh followed it, so strained, so forced, and completely void of any sort of humor. “Just thinking.” You added, softer now. 

You backed up into the dressing room, like you were retreating from a failed mission, scared and ashamed. You swallowed hard, fiddling with the zipper, then the straps, desperately distracting yourself with anything else, refraining from looking up at her because you knew your eyes would give you away. 

As if she couldn’t already tell. As if she doesn’t already know. She has known.

“About?” Paige chuckles, leaning her arms on either side of the door frame and leans in. You took a deep breath in and didn’t dare turn to face her, taking shallow breaths in failed attempts to regulate yourself. 

“The dress. You know, I-” You turn towards her with a practiced shrug, trying for levity. But then your eyes caught hers, those beautiful baby blues that made your heart melt. 

You froze and abandoned the sentence halfway, lips apart but no sound coming out. It hung in the tense air between you. Page's face falters from curiosity to concern. The smile dropped from your lips.

“I wish…” You said, hesitating, as your hand lifted– maybe a reflex, an instinct–  and gestured to her and the small space between you. You felt your fingertips burn as they hovered near her body. A stupid moment of raw honesty. “... it felt different.” 

Paige blinked, expressionless.

She didn’t seem surprised, but it looked like the wind was knocked out of her. She shifted as her arms dropped from the doorframe, and her calm and confident posture faded. She stood over you, her eyes flickering to your hand that still hung motionless between you. She didn’t reach for it, not even for comfort. She looked back up at you with an entirely different feeling than you had in your eyes.

And there it was. Her face said it all. 

Regret. 

She was riddled with the type of regret you get only from the desire of someone who wanted to be pined after. Who likes to be loved.

Of course, she was loved. She’s a star. But there was something about your love that was different. She liked the quiet attention you gave her. The way you searched for her in crowded rooms. The way you cheered for her at games. How touchy you were. The way you would play with her hair when you braid it. The way you hugged her. The way your eyes lingered on her arms, her neck, her lips. The way you said her name, so saturated with need.

It was intoxicating. 

She never outright asked for your attention, but she never told you to stop. She recognized how easily you came undone for her and was addicted to the power. She kept you close enough to keep longing without ever reconciling the fact that you would need more. That she would need more.

Because somewhere in it all, Paige started to crave it. Not just the attention. You. And she hated that, the wanting, probably even more than you did. She’s built this measured, calm, and confident exterior, desired but never desperate. 

Then there you are, completely unraveled in front of her. She was desperate.

“Y/n,”

It comes out soft and more like a plea and she didn’t know what she was begging for. Your forgiveness? Understanding maybe? A kiss?

She knows she should say more, but the words get lodged in her throat. She can feel the moment– her moment, speeding past her as you shake your head. Trying to put back up your defences as fast as you can. “The dress, I mean. The seams are itchy.”

Even you don’t believe yourself, but you let the words hang there as a scapegoat. You pause again, looking one last time into her eyes and letting the burning in your throat grow till your eyes watered.

“I wish it felt different.” You repeated. 

Beat.

It felt like a stab to the chest. “I wish it did too.”

Her words made you flinch. 

You let out a laugh, but it's hollow and more bitter than you expected. “No, don’t say that.” You sniffled. Feeling the pity laced in her tone. “There’s plenty of other… dresses, I can wear instead.” You joke half-hazardously, desperately, trying to fill the tension. You shake your head and push your hair back from the heat radiating off your cheeks and neck.

She fakes a laugh. “Hopefully not too many other… dresses.” She tries to tease back. You both can't joke with each other, not now. They fall flat between you. Not funny enough to break the tension or light enough to hide the ache underneath.

Another moment of silence passes. Paige opens her mouth to say something– anything– until she realizes that no version of this ends cleanly. So she did what she does best. She retreats.

So you turn, slowly– like a part of you is still foolishly waiting for her to change her mind and fall into your arms, and walk backwards into the dressing room. 

The door clicks shut behind you with a softness that felt far too final.

a/n: AHHH let me know if you enjoyed, i feel embarrassed

also- part 2 coming soon!

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Taking Care

first (and last) fic- wrote this a while ago, its been sitting in my docs for over a year and a half probably, i came upon it the other day and i figured... why not share?!

a fluffy one shot about reader taking care of lando after a race!

~1k words

WARNINGS: slight suggestive comments, nakedness but not in a sexual way

The car ride back to the hotel was quiet, which was slightly out of the ordinary. Race weekends were always exhausting for Lando, but he’d somehow always find the energy to talk and laugh with you up until the very moment he drifted off to sleep. And when you couldn’t be with him in person, he’d Facetime you and give you a rundown on the race for hours. But this time, he was silent. Today the whirlwind couple of weekends seemed to finally catch up to him, as the high hopes and adrenaline started to fade; he looked exhausted. Even with the exhaustion setting in, he was still sporting the same sweet smile he always did, leaning against your chest in the car's back seat. You’ve been together for about two years, but you still feel those butterflies in your stomach you got at the beginning of your relationship when looking at him even now.

You were the first one to speak up after a few minutes as you were almost to the hotel. “Who’s showering first?” You looked down at him and spoke softly. 

He perked up a bit, sitting upright, saying, “When have we ever taken turns?” He jokes as you shoot him a look and nudged his chest. He laughs and then speaks again, but his voice is low this time. “You. I’m about to crash. I’ll take one tomorrow.” He sighs rubbing his eyes, his head now leaning against the headrest.

“Baby, you have to take one tonight,” You say, running your fingers through his hair that was slightly tangled at the ends. “you’ll sleep better all cleaned up.” 

He doesn’t offer a verbal response, just a small nod of his head as he closes his eyes.

“I’m taking that as a ‘me first’.” You whisper to him as the car pulls up to the entrance of the hotel. 

You helped with his bags and was practically carrying him into the hotel and up to the room. 

After opening the door, Lando tries to break free from you and headed straight to the bed, with no luck as you drop your bags and clung to his abdomen.

“Y/N please, I’m too tired. I’ll drown.” He says in between laughs. “Baby come on, I’ll help you. I won’t let that happen.” You say directing him to the bathroom.

He sleepily plops down on top of the toilet seat as you crouch down to untie his shoes, taking them off along with his socks. You set them aside and start the water in the shower.

“Ok, arms up.” You say, grabbing the hem of his papaya shirt. He barely reaches his hands over his head as you pull it off him. He winces slightly, putting his hands down and grabbing one of his shoulders. “Lan,” Your eyebrows knit, watching the pain show and leave his face quickly in an attempt to try to hide it. Your hand goes on top of his.

“Just sore. I’m fine.” He says plainly, rolling his shoulders back. You look up at him, unsure if he was just saying that. 

He smiles and chuckles a little bit. “Really, I’m fine.” He grabs your hand that was still on his shoulder and squeezes it. “Well, tell me if it gets any worse, okay?” You said somewhat confident that he is truly fine. He nodded in response.

“Alright. Stand up.”

“I don’t think my legs will let me.” He wines.

“Your pants Lando. Unless you’d like to keep those on?” You laugh.

“I guess not.” He lets out a big sigh, standing up. You stood up too and was about to help him but he let out a weak laugh. “I think I can manage this part myself, baby.” 

“First time for everything.” You said cheekily, going to take off your shirt. He hopped in the shower first, and you followed behind him after everything was off. 

He did not get very far into his shower routine before giving up, only had body wash done by the time you were rinsing your hair. 

“I need help.” He said handing you a bottle of shampoo. You take some and gently work the product in till it bubbled, then washed it out. He let out a soft breath as your fingers went through his hair, making sure the conditioner was thoroughly massaged in. Once you finished rinsing his hair again, you grabbed both of your towels and dried yourself off before wrapping him up and walking him to the bed. 

He sat upright until you weren’t holding onto him any more. He laid down with his legs off the bed, the towel wrapped around his waist. 

“Come on, you just have to get dressed.” You say as somewhat of an encouragement, taking the opportunity to dig in your suitcase to at least put on your undergarments before helping him. 

You turn around once you were finished to see Landos eyes glued to your frame with a wide sly smile on his face.

”Please, you are wide awake, get dressed yourself.” You say, blood rushing to your cheeks, throwing some clothes at him from his suitcase. 

He lets out a chuckle and gets up from the bed walking to you. He moved your hair to the side and plants soft kisses on the back of your neck and shoulder.

“Finding some energy now, hm?” You say tilting your head to the side.

“Maybe just a little.” He lets out a big over dramatic yawn. With a shake of your head and a laugh, you continue to get dressed as he gets grabs his clothes and does the same. You pull him into the bathroom one last time to brush his teeth before he was in bed for good. You had a few more steps of your routine before you were ready for bed, so when you were finished, he was practically one breath away from being fully asleep. You crawled into bed beside him. His arms instinctively pulled you in closer and held you in a comfortable sort of hug.

He lets out a hum, “Thank you for taking care of me. And not just today.” He said barely above a whisper. 

“Of course baby. I love you.” You place a small kiss on his cheek. He smiles with his eyes still closed.

”I love you too.” 

“Goodnight sweet boy.” You said as the butterflies in your stomach flapped their wings again, lulling you to sleep.

a/n: i feel embarrassed, but thanks for reading <3 maybe throw it a like so im not so self-conscious :)