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AYYYYY MAYBE I WONT HATE TOO HARD NOW

WAIT

PAIGE GETS TO KEEP NUMBER 5?

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PAIGE BUECKERS YOU ARE NOT A DALLAS WING💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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golden state please make a trade idc do something

DO ANYTHING

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no.

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BEYONCE FIX THIS

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fuck 😞

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AZZI AS A UNICORN OMGGG

that was her halloween costume☹️💗🥺🥺🥺

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alright where is the azzi bday post at PAIGE BALDERS

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my president and vice president rn bc no way trump won 😭😭

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O M GGGGGGG

# ABOUT YOU

pairing: paige bueckers x reporter!reader

word count: 1389

warnings: none !

summary: paige reunites with her favorite reporter.

⭑ from lani: first fic in literal MONTHS!! sorry for the unexpected hiatus ☹️ but we are so back (hopefully) also idk if i love this or hate this i was just inspired by the dub today

masterlist !

"THE UCONN HUSKIES are your 2025 ncaa champions!"

colorful confetti falls blissfully from the ceiling of the sold-out arena, the scene playing out like the end of an award-winning movie.

joyous screams and celebrations fill your ears as  the team jumps up and down, taking pride in their hard work and well-deserved win.

you can't help but smile brightly at the girls in front of you. you knew the effort they put into this season, you knew of the adversity they faced leading up to this moment.

it didn't feel right for you to be standing here with them considering you weren't an official part of the team, but you were damn grateful that you were here.

after a few minutes of compliments, hugs, and pictures, paige bueckers pulled you aside from the large group.

"hey," she greets loudly, still loosely grasping your hand, “where you been?”

“what do you mean? I’ve been here all game?” you say, puzzled by her question.

“i haven’t seen you since the regular season ended.”

“oh i stayed at school for most of the tournament,” you explain, “i was only assigned to report for this game. why?”

“i dunno,” paige shrugs with a smirk, “i’ve just been missing my favorite interviewer, that’s all.”

“careful, bueckers,” you warn, mirroring her teasing experession.

“so we doing an interview or what?”

"you want to? right now?“ you ask, surprised.

"'course i do," she says, "long as you're the one asking me the questions."

"okay obsessed..." you joke with a laugh.

“man, just shut up and talk sweet to me," she rolls her eyes playfully.

"so that's the reason you wanted me to interview you?" you deadpan.

“i mean…kinda?” she laughs, causing you to jokingly walk away from her, “i’m playin, i’m playin,” she grabs your arm and gently pulls you back to her, this time a little closer than before, “i just wanna talk to you.”

“you just won a natty and you want to talk to me about the technicalities?” you ask, confused.

“yes and no,” she offers, “I just wanna talk to you, is that so wrong?”

"alright, whatever, let's do it,” you giggle, making paige’s eyes brighten immediately.

once you called over your assigned camera crew, you picked up your mic and began the interview.

"i'm here with uconn superstar, paige bueckers, who just carried her team all the way to a national championship, and tonight i have the honor of speaking with her about her experience."

"hey, y/n," she smirks down at you with her hands behind her back.

"hi, paige," you blush, "so, this is the first national championship win for the women's program at uconn since 2016, what does it mean to you that you were part of the team that brought that title home?"

"it means a lot to me, truly," she starts thoughtfully, "it's been a bit of a struggle to make that stretch all the way to the end. we've gotten real close these past few seasons, but unfortunately we weren't able to close it out. this time around, though, with all my amazing teammates, it tastes a little sweeter. espeically considering that this is my fifth and last year here. it's like a little cherry on top, you know?"

"yeah of course," you agree, nodding, "you really deserve it considering the crazy career you've had."

"thank you, y/n," she smiles sincerely.

"on the topic of this being your last year as a college player, once you head into that locker room, what will you say to the young players awaiting years of experience to come..."

you continue with the interview, asking questions back-to-back that you genuinely wanted to know the answers to, or that you thought her fans wanted to hear about.

you were so caught up in the authenticity and professionalism of the report that you failed to notice the way paige was looking at you.

she was entranced. her eyes were locked onto yours the entire time, as if you were the only two people in the room. she nodded along as your sweet voice brought her to calm state of mind. whenever you interviewed her, she was able to disregard the pressure of the cameras and the media controversies. she felt safe and at peace.

with the way she stared at you, one might think that you were some sort of supernatural being that put her under a spell.

"yo, look," ice nudged aubrey with her elbow, "you see paige with that reporter?"

"oh yeah," she nodded, looking at the two of you, "that's y/n. she's a student at uconn and a reporter-in-training with espn. she's pretty chill," aubrey explains.

“well, shit, whoever she is, she got paige down bad,” ice laughs.

"what do you mean? they're not even close. at least i don't think they are."

"well they look like they are," ice says, "you don't see the way paige is looking at her?"

“lowkeyy,” aubrey raises her eyebrows, “you might be right ‘cus tell me why one second paige was next to me, and the next she was running around looking for someone..”

“it was prolly y/n!”

“no shit,” aubrey deadpans, ice responding with a shove and scoff.

they both stand silently for a moment, observing you and paige from afar. they watch as you laugh with their teammate, the smiles on your faces so genuine and contagious.

"i don't play my edits on repeat!" paige laughs as she hopelessly throws her hands in the air.

"alright, alright," you sigh as you try to subvert your laughter, "well thanks for talking with me tonight, paige, and huge congratulations to you and your team."

"thanks, y/n, it's always fun talking to you," paige smiles as she moves to hug you before waving to the camera.

"anddd cut," the cameraman says, "alright we're offline..."

you momentarily break free from paige’s grasp to thank your co-workers and wish them a good night. you’re about to start packing up your own equipment when you feel a pair of arms wrap around your frame.

“paige-“

“hollon, ma,” she mumbles into your hair, “just lemme stay like this for a bit.”

“you okay, superstar?” you giggle, hugging her back nonetheless. you wrap your arms around paige’s torso, squeezing slightly as you rest your head on her chest.

“yeah, i just-“ she sighs in content, “i just missed you.”

paige’s statement left you confused. you had only became friends with the girl that past school year, and you didn’t think that you were the closest friends. sure, you saw each other at games and occasionally around campus or at certain functions, but that was pretty much it. 

what you didn’t know, however, was that paige had taken a strong liking to you. her little crush on you was tiptoeing into unprofessional waters, but seeing you on the sideline at all her games with the brightest smile and most enticing personality made her heart soften a little bit.

over the course of the season, you became a sense of serenity for her amidst the hectic tornados of game days. if her shots weren’t falling, all she had to do was listen to the sound of your cheers of encouragement to get her confidence boosted. or if geno forced her to ride bench for a little bit, one glance in your direction would lift her mood and keep her motivated.

little things like that made the short exchanges she had with you more meaningful. to you, it might have just seemed like a means for you to do your job, but to paige, it was her way of slowly building a deeper relationship with you with hopes of sparking something that only existed in her daydreams.

maybe part of you wasn’t interested in her in that way or wanted to prioritize your progressing career, but on the other hand, maybe you just wanted to say “fuck professionalism” and just let your heart lead the way.

maybe you really were starting to develop feelings for the america’s favorite athlete.

— leilani signing off ! 📁

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needed ball hogging paige back yes lord

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PLEASE PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING PLEASE VOTE !!!!!

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We're so close to having a female president y'all🥹 and being mostly done with the orange man!

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the only valid reaction to azzi fudd’s existence honestly

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😭😭im dead

Wait who’s that? I don’t get the joke

baby that’s kevin fucking durant?

i know yall really don’t care ab basketball on here but jesus christ

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This play 🤌🤌 the natty is ours

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Yet another reminder cuz y’all bitches love getting amnesia over this type of thing. You’re thirsting over a Zionist.