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okay guys i’m writing now 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

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i’ve been with 0 ideas im so sorry

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Brat

anon req/synopsis: can i request reader ragebaiting paige like they got into a petty fight and paige refuses to talk to her so when their teammates insisted they go out that night, she wears the skimpiest outfit and let’s loose, eventually paige has enough and drags her back home and punishes the hell out of her

warnings: ⇰ smut! fingering! strap! soft choking! light spanking! light degradation! punishment kink! dom!paige

this one gets to the point fast and is short!! 😙

It started after practice Thursday — something small, something dumb. You were frustrated. Tired. Paige had missed your cut on a play and then acted like it wasn’t her fault. She brushed it off, didn’t say much, and that only fueled your irritation.

“You gonna act like you didn’t fuck up that pass?” you’d said, ripping off your practice jersey in the locker room, cheeks hot.

Paige sat on the bench, towel over her shoulders, calm as hell. “Maybe if you cut where you were supposed to…”

Your head snapped toward her. “Excuse me?”

She didn’t even look up. “You heard me.”

And that was it. A back-and-forth spat in front of half your teammates that ended with Paige muttering “fucking childish” under her breath and walking out before you could get the last word in.

She didn’t text you that night.

Or the next morning.

Didn’t look at you during weights.

Didn’t speak to you in drills.

You’d messed with her before. Been bratty, poked the bear, gotten off on the way her control always cracked eventually — but this time? This time she was punishing you with silence.

And that pissed you off.

So when your teammates brought up going out on Friday night, you said yes without hesitation. And you planned your outfit like it was your own personal middle finger.

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The night of the party, you stared at yourself in the mirror and smiled.

A red mesh halter top that showed more than it covered — your black bralette visible through the thin fabric — paired with a leather mini skirt that clung to your hips and flared just enough to bounce when you walked. Your legs were bare, smooth. Glossy lips, winged eyeliner, and that smug little “yeah-I-know-I’m-hot” smirk sealed the look.

You knew Paige would be there. The team always rolled deep.

And when you showed up, heads turned. Including hers.

She was standing near the kitchen, white tee hugging her torso, loose black jeans. Long blonde hair out of her signature ponytail. Her arms were crossed, face unreadable — but her eyes followed every inch of you as you walked in.

You didn’t go to her.

You wanted her to simmer.

You hung with your teammates. Took a drink someone handed you (barely sipped). You laughed. You danced.

And then Jackson appeared.

You didn’t know him. He wasn’t your type. He looked like a HotTopic ad come to life — tall and lanky with messy hair, black nails, and that lazy slouch that screamed emo in 2010. But he was charming. Or at least, trying to be.

“You look dangerous,” he said with a grin.

You laughed. “Only if you’re stupid.”

He took that as a challenge. Stuck around. Bought you a drink. Got bolder.

Paige was watching. You knew she was. You hadn’t looked, but you felt it — like the weight of a storm cloud ready to burst.

So you leaned in closer to Jackson. Touched his arm when you laughed. Let his hand settle a little too low on your waist.

He whispered something in your ear and you smiled.

Paige was across the room in seconds.

She didn’t say a word. Just walked up, grabbed your wrist, and stared straight into your eyes like she’d already won.

“Let’s go,” she said.

You blinked. “You serious right now?”

She didn’t repeat herself. Her grip was firm. Final.

Jackson started to say something but she shot him a look so sharp it shut him up immediately. And like that, she was pulling you through the house, out the front door, and into the car.

You expected yelling. A lecture.

Instead, she drove in silence, knuckles white on the wheel, jaw clenched tight.

You crossed your legs and leaned back, smug.

“You jealous or something?”

Still no answer.

“You don’t talk to me for a whole day and now you wanna act possessive?”

Nothing.

Until she pulled into the driveway, shut the engine off, and looked at you.

“I’m going to fuck the attitude out of you.”

Your breath caught.

“You’ve been acting like a fucking brat for days. So if you wanted attention—” she leaned in, eyes dark, voice low, “—you’ve got it.”

⸻

The door barely clicked shut before she had you against it, mouth crashing into yours, all teeth and tongue and claiming.

“You wear that shit out just to get me pissed?” she hissed against your neck, hand sliding up under your shirt, pushing the mesh up over your chest. “Letting some guy put his hands on you like I’m not right fucking there?”

“Thought you didn’t care.”

A slap. Sharp. Right across your ass.

You gasped.

“Oh I care,” she growled. “And now you’re gonna learn exactly how much.”

She pulled you by the wrist down the hall, threw open the bedroom door, and shoved you toward the bed.

“Strip. All of it.”

You took your time — first the heels, then the skirt, then the top — slow, deliberate, eyes never leaving hers. When you were down to your panties and bralette, she raised a brow.

“Those too.”

You obeyed, heart hammering.

She stepped closer. “On your knees. Hands behind your back.”

You dropped to the floor.

She walked around you like a predator, fingers tracing your jaw. “You’re dripping, aren’t you? From what — dancing like a whore for some random guy?”

“No,” you whispered.

She grabbed your face. “Don’t lie to me.” She said as she kneeled down.

“I was dripping thinking about you watching.”

That made her smirk.

“Brat.”

She slid her fingers between your legs — two deep, fast, knuckle-deep as she fucked you with them mercilessly.

You moaned, arching, already unraveling.

“Too bad sluts don’t get to come yet.”

She pulled her fingers out and shoved them in your mouth.

“Clean ‘em.”

You moaned around them, sucking, hips grinding nothing.

Then she stood, undid her belt, and walked to her dresser and strapped in.

“You want me so bad?” she asked, voice gravel now. “Get on the bed.”

You scrambled up, hands trembling.

“Face down. Ass up.”

She didn’t ease in. She gripped your hips and slammed into you hard, deep, unforgiving.

Your moan cracked.

“You like that?” she hissed. “This what you needed?”

You could barely nod.

She fucked you like she had something to prove — like she needed to remind you who the fuck you belonged to. Slapping your ass as she did so.

“Tell me who made you this wet.”

“You,” you cried. “Only you.”

Her hand wrapped around your throat as she leaned down, pace still brutal.

“You think anyone else could touch you like this?” Her breath hot on your ear. “Think Jackson the fucking emo could fuck you like this?”

“No,” you whimpered. “Just you.”

“Say it louder.”

“Just you, Paige. Fuck.”

Your orgasm hit hard and sudden — but she didn’t stop. Not even when you were shaking. Not when you whimpered her name.

“Too bad,” she growled. “You teased. You pay.”

She reached around and rubbed your clit again, dragging out every single aftershock until you were writhing under her, legs weak, face damp with tears.

She finally stopped.

You collapsed. Trying to calm down from the high.

And then she climbed up beside you, pulled you into her arms, and kissed your forehead.

“Too much?”

You looked at her and shook your head. “Perfect.”

She held you tighter.

“You piss me off,” she muttered. “But you’re mine.”

You smiled into her chest, flustered.

“And I’ll keep reminding you until you never forget it.”

a/n: this one was very simple. sorry it’s short. request?

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[reavesluv]

Between sessions

“You’ll come back, stronger than ever.”

Paige torn her ACL during her junior year in Uconn. Rehab and therapy sessions were a must— You’ve been working in sports medicine for years, and you became her only hope.

part 1. part 2. last part!

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Paige hated how much she looked forward to the sessions.

Not because she didn’t like rehab, she liked the ache of rebuilding herself, the discipline of it. That part was fine. Familiar, even.

But she hated that it wasn’t just about recovery anymore. Not really.

It was about you. And maybe it always was about you.

Sessions were fun, or at least that’s what Paige used to tell you every time.

You could tell Paige was watching you. Not just as her therapist, she looked at you like she knew you.

It had been six months since surgery. Five and a half since that awful stretch of pain meds and silence. Two since you understood—quietly, between looks— that Paige wasn’t there just for her knee.

Paige was stretching on a therapy mat, her scar faint beneath the sleeve of her compression shorts. The room smelled like sports tape, but mostly like her. She’d just wrapped up her final set of single-leg Romanian deadlifts.

Your eyes followed her every movement, but this time, you didn’t correct form. Instead, you stood close by, hands folded loosely.

Paige dropped the weights and sat up, she grabbed her water bottle, regaining her breath.

You were kneeling beside her, checking her knee, light pressure, careful, intimate.

“You’re good,” You said. “Your knee looks and works incredible.”

Paige leaned into your touch. “What happens after tomorrow?” she asked, though she already knew.

Tomorrow, the evaluation. After that, no braces, no rehab, no appointed sessions. No you guiding her through each step.

You wiped off one drop of sweet of Paige’s forehead, she felt it personal. “Then you’re cleared.” You said softly. “Back to practice, back to your team, back to your life, Paige.”

A warmth spread through Paige’s chest. Relief. But deeper than that, a flicker of sadness.

“So… then what?” she whispered.

“Then you can tell me what the fuck is going on with you and those eyes you give me every time.”

Paige’s throat felt dry.

“But,” You added in, before Paige could speak.“tomorrow, we focus on your evaluation.”

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Later, moments before Paige left, the clinic empty and quiet.

She packed up her things, glancing back at you, you were organizing resistance bands behind the desk. The sun had dipped; only lamplight remained, intimate and still.

She stopped a few feet away from you.

“Thank you,” she said simply. “For the months of support, the painful stretches that felt survivable because of you. The times you sat with me when frustration bubbled. The late nights. The unwavering care.”

You looked up. “Paige, i’m proud of you. Not just the physical progress though. But how deeply you trusted this process. And me.”

Paige swallowed.

“We’ve held a balance, therapist and patient, so I could heal. But tomorrow..” Paige said. “I’m not longer your patient. And i want us to try something else, as equals.”

You closed the distance. Your breaths mingled in the quiet light.

“I’ve been dying to kiss you.” Paige confessed in a whisper.

Your eyes opened in surprise. She reached up, one hand cupping your jawline; the other slipped around your waist.

“Then do it.” You answered. Soft and demanding.

She kissed you, bringing you as close as her as she could.

Paige deepened the kiss, quiet and full of longing she’d been clutching for months. Both hands in your waist.

Your arm wrapped around her neck. Time slows. No rehab. No boundaries. Just presence.

You pulled apart, foreheads resting together, soft breaths like calm waves.

“I’ve wanted this,” You murmured. “For so long…But i didn’t–”

“Me neither.” Paige interrupted you.

You smile against Paige’s lips. “I can’t believe you’re real.”

“I am.” She ended.

You stood like that, in a silence that felt brimming with everything you were about to build together.

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Im sorry i’ve been so inactive, i really don’t have any ideas☹️

[reavesluv]

Pleaseeeee write for Tyrese Halliburton. 🙏🙏🙏🙏

hellooo of courseee💗

wanna be more specific? so i can know what you want 😸

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I’m sorry

Between the shore and a plane, Paige wants you to be hers.

warning; sensible topics.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Minnesota, 2019.

Years and years of being everything but friends, and everything but lovers, gets to Paige the second you were on the line, the line between being hers or losing you forever.

Paige was yours, and you always knew it. She also knew you were hers. But Paige never seemed the type of people that wanted to have a relationship, a real relationship.

Under every shared covers, every scream of “fuck Paige, more.” and every licked fingers, she made your body hers, but also your soul.

And every letter you gave her, every game you attended, and every late night when she just wanted to cry in your arms, you made her soul yours.

You loved her, but maybe she didn’t love you enough.

And now, sitting on the beach, you have already made college decisions.

Paige didn’t, and you didn’t know.

The same spot on the beach where she kissed you for the first time. The exact moment you realized, she was the reason of your entire existence.

The wind in your hair and the sand on your feet, reminded you about her. You didn’t want to leave her, but you thought she did.

“I knew you’d be here.” A soft voice said. The one you knew too well.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“I just needed to be alone for a moment.” She answered.

You didn’t turn your head to look at her, not yet.

“In this exact same spot?” You said.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

A silence fell, it wasn’t uncomfortable, but you could sense all the unsaid words.

“Mind if i sit?” Paige asked.

You hugged your knees. “It’s a free beach.”

She chuckled, but not in a good way. You could sense the pain behind that little smile.

She sat at your side. “So, it’s true you’re leaving?” She asked.

Your jaw dropped a little.

“How do you know that?” You asked, speechless.

“Juli told me.”

Juli, your all time best friend.

She knew too well how much you loved Paige, you cried in her arms a million times because of her, she knew how many times you starved yourself thinking Paige didn’t like your body enough.

She was that best friend that had keys of your house, and she just appeared there when you most needed it.

“Of course she did.” You scoffed softly.

A silence fell again. Both of you looking at the waves crashing the shore.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” She confessed.

“Don’t, Paige.” You shifted to look at her. “You already told me everything.”

She sighed and looked back at you. “I’m sorry.”

You looked away, waiting for her to continue.

“I’m sorry for what i said. I said that because i was scared. Because loving you felt too real.” She confessed. “I didn’t think i could handle you, Y/N. You are everything i ever wanted, and i was scared i’ll mess it up. You’re too good for me.”

Her tears fell, not too noticeable but noticeable to you.

“Paige.” You sighed. “You shouldn’t have pushed me away. I was ready to give you my life, and you just— walked away.” You confessed too.

“I know.” She cried. “And it’s the biggest mistake i’ve ever made.”

You looked at her, she didn’t look at you.

“I came here because every time i think about you my mind goes back to this exact same place. When i kissed you for the first time, you looked at me like i was the only person in the world, the only one you cared about.” She wiped her tears. “I felt safe and seen. I’m sorry i messed up what we had.”

You sighed and looked at the pink and yellow sunset in front of you. “I waited for you to change your mind, Paige.” Your tears fell too. “I thought you’ll love me enough to try.”

“And i do, Y/N. But every time i wanted to come back to you, i found more and more reasons why i didn’t deserve you.” She looked at the sky. “But when i heard you were leaving, it hit me.”

You looked at her and she finally looked at you completely.

“What hit you?” You asked.

She sighed. “That i love you, Y/N. That i am completely in love with you. With every part of you, every thing you do. I love you, and i don’t want to hide it anymore.” She said.

Your tears kept falling, harder this time. “Don’t do this because i’m leaving.”

“I’m not. I’m doing this because i love you, and i need you to know it.” She answered.

The only thing you could hear now was the waves, the wind, and the people around you.

“Did you already make college decisions?” You asked.

“No, not yet.” She answered. “May i know where are you going?”

“Uconn.” You answered.

She chuckled. “Huh, really?” She asked surprised. “I got into Uconn too.”

You looked at her. “And you’re going?”

“Well, i wanted to.” She looked at you. “Now I’m definitely going.”

You looked at her and smiled. “You’re lucky i love you too, Paige. Or i’ll kill you.”

Her eyes opened wide, a smile came out from her. “You still do?” She asked hopeful.

“Yes. Always did, always will.” You answered.

She hugged you as her life depended on it. And that sealed everything you wanted to know, that she was yours again.

“I want to be where you are, Y/N. Grow up older with you and love you openly.” She said.

You grabbed her hand softly. “Really?”

“Yes.” She grabbed your hand too. “I want us to study together, fight over who gets the last slice of pizza, fall asleep on you after a long day. I want you.”

You cried. “You broke my heart.”

“I know. And i’m sorry.” She answered.

You leaned your head over her shoulder.

“I’m scared.”

“I know, but please, let me love you.” She said.

“Okay.” You answered.

A silence sealed your words.

Paige intertwined her hand with yours, her finger brushing your palm.

“So— roomies?” She asked, smiling.

“God, yes.” You answered. “But only if we get two separate beds.”

“You wish.” She chuckled and hugged you again.

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[reavesluv]

I can’t pretend anymore

“But to me, girl, you’re so much more than gorgeous.”

You just can’t pretend anymore. You love Paige.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Behind every hug, every kiss on the cheek, every shared bed, you and Paige hid as best friends. Best friends since birth.

You shared so much. But thinking you could share a feeling like that, was odd.

Paige was desired, not just by you, but by everyone.

You were just her best friend. The best friend she didn’t call “best friend.” The one she begged to cuddle with her even if there were two beds.

And she was your best friend. The best friend your mom kept telling you to “keep the door open.”every time you had a sleep over.

But she was right. Paige was not your best friend, and you weren’t hers either.

But neither of you wanted to accepted that. So you both lived hidden.

Hidden on your own feelings.

Now, under the cover of your bed, where you both were laying, a thick silence fell.

It wasn’t uncomfortable or weird, it was just—there.

“Paige.” You said, in the softest whisper.

“Yeah?” She answered, lifting her head just enough to look at you.

You couldn’t speak, words didn’t come out

“Love?” She asked, again, with a sight of worry in her face.

You sighed. “I can’t do this anymore, Paige.”

She opened her eyes in surprise. “What do you mean?”

“This.” You said, pointing at how you were laying.

Paige’s head was on your chest, her right hand on your hair and her left arm on your waist. Your legs were intertwined. And your right arm was grabbing her waist.

“This?” She repeated.

You lowered your head to look at her. “Yes, this.”

She got up from your chest and sat at your side, holding your hand.

You looked at her, with eyes full of love. “Did you know i love you?”

She chuckled softly. “And i love you too.”

“I know.” You answered. “But i don’t want to keep pretending.”

“Pretending what?” She asked.

“That i’m not completely in love with you, Paige.”

Her jaw dropped. Tears filling her eyes quickly. “You are?” She asked, with a hopeful expression.

“Yes.” You answered.

She didn’t answer. She just grabbed your arm and pulled you into her, hugging you with all her force.

“I’ve been waiting for this.” She confessed.

“Oh, Paige.” You answered, pulling away just enough to look at her. “I’ve been in love with you since i can remember. You’re the only one for me, you’ve always been, and you’ll always be.”

Tears escaped her eyes. “And i’ve been in love with you since we were kids.” She tried to smile. “I just didn’t know if liking a girl as an eight-year-old kid was normal.”

You chuckled. “Oh my gosh.”

She smiled softly. “So this means—"

You interrupted her. “Yes, Paige.”

She kissed your cheek. “You’re finally my lover?”

“I am.” You smiled back.

And love, was finally what you wished for.

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[reavesluv]

Between sessions

“You’ll come back. Stronger than ever.”

Paige torn her ACL during her junior year in Uconn. Rehab and therapy sessions were a must— You’ve been working in sports medicine for years, and you became her only hope.

part 1.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

You never saw someone cry as much as she did that day, and you took it personal. You promised yourself you’ll make her stronger, even if that meant leaving everything of you on her.

You never really wanted to get to know your patients. Even if you were empathetic, that wasn’t your job.

But with Paige, it was different. She was special, you realized she was more than just the star of the team. She was more than just how many points she scored or how many steals she had.

And that was before she torn her ACL. You have been trying to read her since you got there for the first time. And not in a weird way, you just wanted to make her understand she wasn’t alone, and that she’ll have you there if she needed you.

“Hey Y/N, my ankle hurts, boo.” She said, entering your office, playfully smiling.

“Hey Paige.” You answered her, smiling. “You sure it hurts or you just wanted to see me?”

“You wish.” She laughed. “No but really, my ankle hurts. Do you have a cream or sum?”

“Yeah.” You smiled. “But you also need some ice.”

“Yeah but, after practice.” She answered.

“Alright.” You chuckled. “Scream if you need me.”

“Okay.” She smiled softly. “See you later, therapist.”

Paige was more than a patient to you. You didn’t really know what that meant but it was different.

Paige let you know she trusted you completely. But things between you changed, she changed.

She got even closer to you. And you understood she needed that support.

Being with Paige through everything was hard for both of you, but mostly the surgery.

“Paige, there’s not much i can do, you need surgery.”

You never expect a grown adult to act like a kid, but when they’re sitting on a hospital bed, a consulting room or in an injection room, they are always a little kid again.

You were there with her, waiting for the surgeon.

She was laying on the bed, in a light blue surgical gown, her hair in the surgical cap and her knee completely purple.

You sensed her looking at you, and looked at her. “You’re ready?”

“No. I’m scared.” She answered.

“I know, Paige.” You got closer to her, and grabbed her hand softly.

She grabbed your hand with twice the force you did. You felt how her body needed it.

“You’ll be here when i wake up?” She asked.

“Of course i’ll be here.”

Paige saw love in you. She read you as a book. It was so easy for her to care about you, even if you were really professional towards her, she tried so hard to break you.

She looked at you, checking you out. She tried every time to make you notice what she was doing. But your work was above.

And you tried so hard not to let her break you, but with the time it became too impossible.

“I just don’t understand why this had to happen to me.” She confessed, still holding your hand.

“I don’t know, Paige.” You sighed. “ Maybe God noticed that you were doing too much, he had to stop you.”

She smiled softly, trying to hide the pain. “I don’t think that’s how God thinks.”

“Well i do.” You answered. “Everything happens for a reason.”

“I hope you’re the first one i see when i wake up.” She smiled. “And please don’t let anyone record while i’m anesthetized.”

You laughed for real. “Alright, i won’t.”

She opened her arms, gesturing you to hug her.

And you did. As softly as your could trying not to hurt her.

“Hug me harder.” She said.

You hugged her harder, letting her know with just your touch that everything was going to be okay.

You heard her sigh and let her go. The surgeon was already in the room.

They prepared her and you started walking towards the door where you had to split up.

“If i die, you get to keep my ring, i know you like it. I always see you looking at it.” She said.

You laughed. “Okay, but you’re not allowed to die.”

Her parents and her brother hugged her, you smiled softly.

“We’ll see you later.”

And she left.

Her parents talked to you as if you were part of their family, you forgot for a moment you were actually her therapist.

“Paige told me you’re one of her biggest supporters.” Her dad confessed.

“Oh, that’s so nice of her.” You answered. “But i’m just her therapist, i have to be.”

Her dad chuckled softly. “Don’t tell that to Paige or she will kill you.”

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You saw Paige entering your consulting room for her first rehab after the surgery. She looked pale, her eye bags were big and dark. In a wheelchair, hair in a messy bun and she looked like she wanted to disappear.

“Bueckers, hello.” You told her, smiling softly.

“Hey, therapist.”

“How are you feeling?” You asked.

“My knee hurts, i can’t shower properly, and i’ve been in bed for like a week.”

You chuckled. “Okay, so good?”

She smiled softly. “Yeah, something like that.”

You smiled. “I’m going to help you stand today, can you do that?”

“I don’t know, i guess.” She answered softly.

“You are gonna sit in the bed first, then i’ll help you stand.”

“And how am i going to get to the bed?” She asked.

You laughed. “I think i can carry you.”

She smiled, big and wide for the first time. “I’m probably heavier than you, therapist.”

“Yeah, so what?” You chuckled. “I go to the gym!”

“Okay then, i’m waiting.”

You smiled. You got closer to the wheelchair where she was sitting. Grabbed Paige from her back and behind her knees just a little bit under her butt, you put all your force to carry her.

“You were not lying.” You said, struggling.

She chuckled. “Told ya’.” She clinged to you. Wrapping her arms around your neck.

You didn’t know if that was her thinking you would drop her, or if she just wanted to be that close to you.

You put her on the bed softly, careful not to move or touch her knee.

“You did it!” She said.

You chuckled. “Yeah, i just carried you like 4 steps, Paige.”

She chuckled back. “I thought we would fall.”

You mocked her. “Next time you are gonna have to walk by yourself.”

She pouted. “Thank you therapist.”

You smiled. “Okay, now— You’re going to grab my arm and i’ll help you with your balance. You are gonna put all your weight in your healthy knee and then you’ll try to stand softly with your other leg. Just put a little bit of weight in your bad knee, i need to see how much you can handle. Got it?”

She smiled but it didn’t last long, she was more than scared. “Okay.”

She grabbed your arm, trying to settle herself. “I need both of your arms.”

“Okay.” You situated yourself in front of her and let her grab both of your arms. You were carrying a lot of her weight just with that action.

“I’m standing Y/N.” She said, excited.

“Oh yes you are!” You answered.

She chuckled softly and looked at your eyes, she leaned a little bit to hug you.

You hugged her back, still carrying a lot of her weight, her body was still relaying on you.

After the hug, you helped her sit down on the bed again.

“Okay, I’m gonna be honest, i thought you wouldn’t be able to stand that much. Normally people last like two weeks to achieve that.” You said.

She chuckled. “That’s the you effect.”

You smiled softly at her.

“Thank you for being so invested in this. For wanting to make me feel better.” She said.

“I care about you, Paige. And i’m not going to stop until you’re the number one pick in the WNBA, i promise.”

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not a request but i read “between sessions” and it deadass unlocked something i wanna do 😭 ive always wanted to do photography and i plan on doing that but my family isn’t very supportive and finding out about a sports physical therapist might’ve just changed everything. i spent an hour doing research and this isn’t something u have to care abt but if this sticks with me in the long run i wanna thank you 🩶

oh my god 😭

i hope you do great in anything you end up doing!! i feel so flattered, good luck ❤️

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i love when my fav writers follow me, like you actually think i can write? 😭😭😭

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Between sessions

“You’ll come back. Stronger than ever.”

Paige torn her ACL during her junior year in Uconn. Rehab and therapy sessions were a must— You’ve been working in sports medicine for years, and you became her only hope.

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You always knew what you wanted. You were empathetic, kind, caring. You were made to work with people, to help people. You loved medicine, and also, sports.

You grew up in a household full of athletes, but your family was cursed, or at least that’s what you used to say. Your mom played soccer in her youth, until she dislocated her knee. Your dad played basketball– almost NBA level, until a vertebral fracture. And your big brother also played basketball, until on his freshman year of college, he suffered a severe shoulder dislocation with nerve damage.

When you turned ten, and told everyone you wanted to play a sport, they said “You’ll never play a sport under this roof.”

You knew why, so you never fought them.

But, if you couldn’t play, then what were you gonna do?

And that’s when it found you. An anatomy book that your mom kept hidden for some reason in her little library.

You fell in love with it. And with everything it said.

You learned how the muscles work, how the brain functions. And you understood that’s what you had to do.

You were always the type of girl who lived inside books. Studying until midnight by choice, always getting A+ in every class.

While you studied, you learned how you could have treated your family’s injuries. But you never told them, scared that still affects them.

You applied for pre-med classes before graduating high school. Doctors helped you sneak into the gallery of the OR’s.

You loved healthcare, but you loved sports more— that was your actual dream.

You discovered sports medicine and applied to all the Ivy league programs in America, and also universities close to your home.

When you finished high school, it was time to make college decisions.

Yale, Berkeley, Harvard, Stanford, NYU, UCLA.

You were good. More than good.

You chose Berkeley, you were the best in your classes at just eighteen.

When you turned twenty-two you graduated and started doing rounds in hospitals. Easily found a job in private clinics.

You specialized in knee and shoulder dislocations and vertebral fractures— sounds familiar, right?

You entered the transfer portals, you loved California, but you needed to help players from other places.

You got transferred to Uconn. They needed a sports therapist for their men and women’s basketball team. You chose the women’s team and recommended other people for the male’s.

The women’s team was different. They were good, and they liked you.

You used to give them talks about the importance of taking care of your body. Always trying to have the best equipment to take care of them.

Some of them with chronic injuries, mostly ankles and wrists. Others with really recent dislocations or lactic acid buildups.

But you never really had to take care of a serious injury until—

Paige Bueckers. twenty-one. The star of the team.

You were there the moment her ACL torn. The way she felt to the ground grabbing her knee, tears coming out from her eyes, screams coming out of her mouth.

You ran to her, trying to calm her down while the rest of the team grabbed the emergency stretcher.

“You’re gonna be okay. I promise.” You told her.

She cried harder. Didn’t even look at you.

They took her to the therapy room and put her down.

You tried to grab her knee softly so you could diagnose her.

“Don’t touch me.” She cried out.

“You want me to help you or you want to die in pain? You answered.

She understood you just wanted to help her, and let her guard down.

“It hurts Y/N, it hurts.” She cried, she grabbed your arm that was closest to her.

“I know Paige, i know.”

Everything happened so fast. You gave her a pill to calm her down and inject her a pain killer directly to her knee. A scream of pain came out of her.

When she calmed down, you started to do your diagnosis, hoping it wasn’t as bad as it looked.

Her parents and some of her teammates were already in the room, waiting for your final say.

You took her parents outside. “She torn her ACL.”

Her mom cried.

Drew looked at his dad in confusion. “What’s that?” He asked.

“It means she’s out for the rest of the season.” His dad finished.

“She’s not strong enough to hear it right now. She hopes that is just a minor dislocation.” You told him.

“She knows a minor dislocation doesn’t hurt like that. She knows.” He answered.

You looked down. You were so empathetic sometimes it was embarrassing.

You both entered the room. Paige still laying on the bed, waiting for you.

She looked at you and her eyes shined. She was definitely not the nonchalant final boss she used to say she was.

“Hey Paige, how are you feeling?” You asked.

You helped her sit on the bed so she could speak more comfortably. Then looked at you.

“Really bad.” You could sense how she wanted to cry again, you could sense the pain in her voice. “What’s wrong with me?”

“Paige—” You took a deep breath. “You torn your ACL.”

Her eyes widened and tears came out almost immediately from her eyes.

Her dad hugged her. Drew hugging her other leg softly.

“You’re out for the rest of the season.” You finished.

She cried so hard you never heard someone cry that much before.

She wiped her tears and looked at you. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

“I wish.”

She tried to compose herself. And looked at you again.

“Is as much rehab as i think i have to get?” She asked softly.

“I think even more.” You answered the same way. She lowered her head, like she was grieving someone. “I’ll take care of you, Bueckers.”

She looked at you. “You’ll come back stronger, i’ll make sure of that.” You finish.

“Thank you.” She said, before crying again.

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Cameras

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x influencer fem!reader.

Summary: You and Paige are big figures in the internet, Paige just came out to the world as a lesbian and you've always been open about your sexuality. So your managers got a plan.

Fake dating + she plays hard to get

part 1. part 2.

Part 3. “First night together.”

notes: i felt like doing a little angst 🤓

When you entered Paige’s apartment— Your apartment, everything felt heavy.

The curtains were intentionally open, the sun setting on the window. The AC in 19°.

But the air felt thick, like it was carrying all your life problems at once. And maybe not only yours, but Paige’s too.

“It’s pretty nice in here. Are you renting?” You ask.

“Yeah, i think is better for now.” She answered.

“It’s not like you’re gonna get waived by the Wings anyway.” You chuckled.

“Yeah i know, but it’s better to have other options.” She smiled.

“How much is it? I’ll help you, i mean, we both live here.”

“Nah, it’s okay.” She smiled at you. “I’ll pay rent, and if you want, you can help with groceries.”

“Of course Paige.” You smiled back.

In the bedroom, there were two beds.

Two beds. They separated Paige from you completely at night.

You were never the type of person that needed something— or someone to fall asleep. But you were not home anymore. And the weight of everything unspoken was too much for you.

“Two beds huh?” You ask.

“Yeah, i didn’t think you want to sleep with me.” She answers.

“Why not, Paige?”

“Well, we’re not actually dating so– I don’t know, i thought.”

Oh.

You looked away. “Yeah, you’re right. We’re not.”

Your heart ached. The walls felt narrower. Your breath slowed.

Everything hurt as hell. You wanted to believe you could, but you couldn’t.

“You have your first game tomorrow right?” You ask.

“Yeah, you going?”

“I could.” You sighed. “I’ll go.”

“If you don’t want to, then don’t go.” She looked at you. “You don’t sound so convinced.”

“It’s okay Paige. I’ll go.”

Her expression was neutral, and she left the room.

You got ready to bed, even if you didn’t want to.

You missed everything, and everyone.

When you lived in California, your parents were just across the street. Your best friends lived two blocks away. You were everything but alone.

Now, you only have Paige.

And you know, she doesn’t even want to.

You both had dinner on your own. Didn’t talk much.

Now you were getting in bed. With your comfy blanket over you.

A small yellow light coming from Paige’s reading lamp was the only thing separating you from complete darkness.

“Y/N.” She whispered softly, wishing you didn’t hear.

“Yeah?” You answered the same way.

“I don’t like this.”

“Me neither.”

You heard her sigh, and then she looked at you.

“Come here.” She gestured for you to come. “Lay with me.”

You turned around to look at her. “Why would i? You literally said: “We’re not together.” Your jay tightened. “I think you can sleep on your own.”

Her expression changed. And the air felt even thicker.

“Why would you say that?” She said softly.

“Cause it’s the truth, Paige.”

She looked tired, sleepy.

“Please come.” She begged you again.

For some reason, the way her words sounded, made you realize that’s what you wanted.

Her, a home, and one bed.

You loved her. It wasn’t like, it was love.

You stood up from your bed and walked to hers. You laid down her side.

You weren’t touching, not yet.

She sighed, and put a hand softly over your shoulder.

“Look at me.”

You didn’t. “No.”

She pouted, with a sad expression in her face.

“Please don’t hate me.” She said.

“I don’t hate you.”

“But why do you pretend you do?— I hate that.”

“Cause you pretend too.”

“Because that’s what we’re doing, right?” She asked.

You turned around to look at her. Your face puffed and your eyes red. “Sure Paige, keep telling yourself that.”

Her eyes widened a little. “Y/N….”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t want to.

“I stopped pretending a while ago.” She confessed.

Silence. Heavy, thick, disgusting.

“Don’t lie.” You answer.

“I’m not lying. I care about you.” She sighed.

“But not as i want you to care.” You confessed too.

She took of her glasses and laid with you. She hugged you softly.

“You know…— I’ve been trying so hard to keep my heart out of this, but it’s impossible. You’re way too imposible.”

You sighed. “That’s just me.”

She smiled. “You’re amazing. You laugh at all my jokes, you always support me, you let me choose which movie to watch, you buy my favorite candy every time you go to the store, you know a lot about me— you pay attention to what i do.” She said, her expression serious.

You smiled back at her, softly. “Yeah, you’re right. I do.”

Both of you looked away, smiling.

“I stopped pretending the day i noticed you did too.” She said.

You felt like your heart stopped and you froze. “What?”

“Yes.” She smiled. “I know you love me.”

You didn’t answer, it was embarrassing.

“And i do too.”

Silence again.

“Paige…”

“Yeah?”

“This shouldn’t had happened.” You confessed.

“Why is it so wrong that we actually like each other?”

“Cause we’re on thin ice. That’s not what this is about.” You answer.

“I know. But now that i have you, even if it’s an obligation, I’m never letting you go.” She ended.

And you didn’t need to hear anything else. You believed her.

“I love you.” You said.

“I love you too.” She answered.

She snuggled you to her chest, wrapping her arms around your whole body, making you feel safe.

You hugged her back, your face fitting perfectly in the crook of her neck. She smelled like love.

“Goodnight, Paige.”

“Goodnight, baby.”

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tags: @niya500 !

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Masterlist.

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Paige Bueckers.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Austin Reaves

— Winning Rebound.

— Gf¡ Headcanons.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Kamorea Arnold.

— Good luck, babe.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Dalton Knecht.

— Coach’s Daughter.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

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I don’t write smut. Only one shots.

Requests are open.

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Austin Reaves’ gf headcanons¡

Pairing: Austin Reaves x fem!reader

notes: ma baby 🥲 i miss him so much. Anyway, mentions of sex, smut, fluff.

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➞ Austin likes to keep you away from the public eye. He doesn’t post about you, but he doesn’t mind when you do. (Actually he loves it.)

➞ You HAVE to go to his games, he can’t stand not having you there when he’s playing.

➞ Also, you can’t go to his game with other jersey that isn’t his. He gets mad if you do.

➞ He likes that you are friends with his teammates, but he’s secretly jealous about it.

➞ “Why were you talking so much to Vanderbilt? He was pretty close to you.” He said. You sighed. “I thought you didn’t mind if your teammates were my friends.” You answer. “Yeah, i don’t. But i’m a man, i notice things.”

➞ Talking to Luka drives Austin crazy. He loves him, but he he’s scared that if you get to know him, you’ll prefer him.

➞ You have a pair of your favorite AR1 & AR2 shoes.

➞ “Can you sign my AR’s?” You asked. He laughed. “You’re something else.”

➞ He was serious about you since the start. “I hope i’ll marry you someday.”

➞ You always buy him a sweet treat.

➞ He’s the type of crying in your arms after a bad game.

➞ “I don’t want people to think i’m a fraud.” He said. You sighed. “Doesn’t matter, they’ll never be you.”

➞ He’s really touchy.

➞ You could be just washing dishes, he would come, wrap an arm around your waist and the other one around your bra under your shirt.

➞ Sex is the best.

➞ He loves to grab your ass while you ride him.

➞ “You’re so tight for me.” “i’ll make you a mommy.”

➞ He loves to eat you out. He always praises your pussy.

➞ You love how he fucks you and he knows it.

➞ He’s extremely tall and extremely big compared to you.

➞ He loves children. And he wishes to have a lot with you.

➞ Golf tournaments, grocery dates and beach trips are a must for you.

➞ He always lets the world know that he’s taken. “My girlfriend said—” “Yeah i’ve been getting better, thanks to my girlfriend.”

➞ You’re best friends with Spencer’s wife. (his brother)

➞ “I want to fuck you in the yacht.” “Can i fuck you on the golf cart?”

➞ He treats you like you’re fragile. Like a princess.

➞ “NBA gf— huh?” He said. “You look so fucking hot, i want to fuck you while you wear my jersey.”

➞ “I love you.” You said. “I can’t believe you chose me.” He answered.

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Cameras

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x influencer fem!reader.

Summary: You and Paige are big figures in the internet, Paige just came out to the world as a lesbian and you've always been open about your sexuality. So your managers got a plan.

Fake dating + she plays hard to get

Part 1.

Part 2. “Moving to Dallas.”

notes: Im sorry if this is so bad i honestly have writers block right now 😔

You never thought a fake relationship could change your life in so many ways as it did now that you’re with Paige.

Honestly, Paige wasn’t so bad at all. You two shared a lot of time together while pretending to be lovers, it was actually fun.

Going together to a mall, date nights, park walks with your little Pomeranian called “Cherry.” – Which Paige loves, by the way.

“Cherry! Come here!” You screamed, running behind your dog.

“Y/N, is a damn park. She’s not gonna leave!” Paige screamed watching you run around.

“I don’t care, what if someone steals her?” You screamed back.

“Oh gosh.” She thought. “What did i do to get involved with this girl?”

Paige started running your way to make you stop chasing Cherry.

She was faster than you, obviously. So it wasn’t long until you felt her arms wrapped around your waist making you stop.

You were a little sweaty, trying to calm your breath. But she hugged you anyway.

“I promise you, she’s not gonna leave.” Paige said, wiping away your sweat with her hand.

“Fine.” You pouted. “But if she leaves, i’ll leave you.”

She laughed, amused at what you said. “Oh, you wouldn’t.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine, no. But anyway you’re gonna have to find her.”

She chuckled. “Okay, love.”

Oh, love.

Paige had no idea how much you actually cared about her, and she just loved to make all the “pretending” stuff so difficult for you.

“Come here and sit with me, we’ll take some pictures while Cherry plays around.” She adds.

“Okay, sure.” You answer, smiling at her like an idiot.

Being with Paige became more than just a “fake relationship.” But, you were not sure if it was only you, or if she felt the same way.

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Now you were packing your things, your life, inside three suitcases to move to Dallas, literally the other fucking side of the country.

Draft night was pretty fun, Paige being number one overall pick was amazing, you couldn’t deny that you were really proud of her.

“Congrats, Paige.” You say. Standing up from the table you both were to give her a hug.

“Thanks, pretty.” She answered.

“You’re just teasing me.” You chuckled.

She got closer to your ear so no cameras could record what she was saying.

“Maybe, but is not difficult to pretend i’m not, right?” She said. And after that, she left the table to grab her Wings jersey.

It killed you the fact that Paige loved to pretend. Because that was what she was doing, just pretending.

The after party was worse, everyone blackout drunk, messing around other people. And Paige was definitely one of them.

“Fuck Y/N, you look insanely gorgeous tonight.” She says, getting closer to you. She smelled so much like alcohol you could tell she was not in her five senses.

“Thank you Paige, but you’re too drunk to think.”

“Am i? Naaaahh.” She took another sip of her drink. “Bet you love pretending to be with me.”

“What?” You asked, curious.

“Yeah, don’t lie to me Y/N. I know you love to walk around while everyone thinks i fuck you.”

“Is not like that, Paige.”

“Isn’t it?” She said wrapping an arm around your waist. “Because we could stop pretending and you should let me fuck you.”

Your heart started beating so fast, you didn’t know what to say or do.

“Paige–” You took a deep breath. “I’m taking you home.”

She smirked. “Oh really, now?”

“Yeah, but is not like that. You’re too drunk, and you’re not even gonna remember this tomorrow.”

“Come on, baby. You know you want to.”

Fuck, it was really so difficult for you.

“Whatever Paige, but not tonight.” You ended.

She pouted at you. “Can i at least get a kiss? So the cameras can have a little pic of us going around, y’know.”

Your heart was beating so fast you thought it would explode. “Ye–ah.?” You tried to answer.

And that was it.

She kissed you. Like she loved you.

And you knew she didn’t.

Next morning, she didn’t remember. Neither of you saw pictures.

So she never knew she kissed you.

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“Do i really have to?” You ask Lena.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. But yes, if you wanna keep up with all of this, you need to move in with her.”

“I didn’t expect you would tell me to move in when she got drafted!”

“Well it was obvious, wasn’t it?”

“No.”

Paige was already in Dallas, waiting for you.

You had to text her to tell her the new plan your managers came up with, she didn’t seem bothered by it.

Paige, i have to move in with you, did you hear?

Yeah, Louis told me

You okay with that?

Yeah, i guess we can work it out

Okay, i’ll be on the first plane to dallas tomorrow morning

Alright, i’ll see you then

You weren’t ready, like, why would you be ready to move in with someone you’re not even dating, and worse, in the other side of the country?

The plane landed on dallas. You were not a texas type of girl, so everything was going to change.

Some of the stuff and furniture you had to bring with you from LA was in another plane, so you had to wait for it.

Paige, i’m in texas!

That’s good Y/N, i’m heading to the airport right now

Okay, thank you

see you there, love

Your eyes brightened when you saw her. In a slick back ponytail, nike dunks and baggy jeans.

“Heeey.” You said.

“Hey, welcome to our new city.” She answered.

You chuckled and hugged her softly. “Is it good in here?”

“Yeah.” She smiled. “Just a bit hot, though.” she laughed.

You both chuckled. Paige noticed you had a worried look on your face, so she held your hand softly.

“We’ll make this work Y/N. We complement each other.”

“Yeah, i know.” You sighed. “I just really miss California.”

She chuckled. “Hey, but at least you have me.”

You chuckled back. “You’re right. I’m here, but with you.”

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finally part 2, i’m so sorry, im a lazy writer 🤓

tags! @niya500

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You’re mine !

Drabble¡

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x fem!reader

Summary: You’re jealous of everyone wanting paige

pureee fluff

notes: please send requests because i’m out of ideas 🤓

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After a long practice, Paige entered your dorm without knocking. She wasn’t supposed to see you today but she couldn’t stand being away from you.

“Hi my love, i missed you.” She said.

“Hey darling.” You answered.

She could tell you were not in your normal mood, you looked sad, pale, tired. Like a car ran over you.

“You okay, pretty girl?”

“I just– I’ve been reading the comments people make on your instagram posts.” You say, pouting at her.

“Yeah, and what about it, love?”

“I don’t know.” You sighed. “There’s a lot of pretty girls in your comments, and i guess in your DMS too.” You explained.

She looked at you and smiled softly, like she couldn’t believe you actually cared about that.

“Baby, i don’t care, i’m with you.”

“I know you are, but maybe i’m just not good enough.”

Her expression changed completely. “Don’t you ever say that again, alright?”

“I’m sorry.”

She sighed again, grabbed your chin softly to make you look at her.

“Baby, I don’t care how many people text me, or if they want me. You’re my girlfriend and i chose you for a reason. I was the one who asked you to be my girl! so stop thinking that, i am the one who doesn’t deserve you, please don’t be jealous, i’m all yours.”

You smiled at her. “Yeah, all mine.”

She smiled and leaned to give you a kiss. It was gentle and full of love.

“I love you, you’re everything i ever wanted.” She says, eyes full of desire.

“And you’re a dream. My dream.” You answer.

And you understood, that she chose you because she wanted to, not because she had to.

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I miss writing long one shots😔

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pls write a Dalton Knecht fic. in the story, his parents sent him to a basketball camp. reader is the coach's daughter and he falls in love with her. coach caught them kissing in the locker room. he grounds her. Dalton says "i want to marry your daughter, Sir"

Coach’s daughter

Pairing: Highschool Dalton Knecht x fem!reader

Summary: You hate basketball. But unfortunately your dad is a coach, and you’re obligated to go to his camp.

notes: thank you!!! i’ve been wanting to write a dalton fanfic for a while

fluff¡

Important: just looveee❤️❤️ now that i finished it, i realized he never grounded her, but i hope it’s not a big deal 😔

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Your dad didn’t even leave you a choice.— You had to say yes.

You were actually supposed to spend the summer with your aunt in Los Angeles, but it seemed like your dad had better plans for you.

Plans you definitely didn’t like.

Instead, you found yourself being dragged to a Basketball summer camp, which he called “Riverside B. Camp.” an hour outside the city, where your dad has been coaching for years.

“This will be good for you. You need some fresh air, not spending the whole summer in the city!” Your dad said, dragging you to the car.

“I don’t want this! I don’t even like basketball.”

“Maybe this will make you like it.”

“You annoy me so much!”

“Well of course, i’m your dad.”

What your dad really meant was that he missed you, and he didn’t actually know how to ask you to spend some time with him.

You didn’t like basketball, but you were your dad’s daughter. You grew up watching basketball, so it was easy for you to tell who was good, who was bad, who had potential to be a better player, and if you didn’t like someone’s game at all, it was over.

You had like 3 hours to pack your things, just so you could spend three months surrounded by horny teenage boys.

Actually that was a problem, teenage boys.

You were going to be the only teenage girl in camp, and to be honest you weren’t unattractive at all, so that means only one thing: hell.

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Dalton arrived late on the first day. The big bag over his shoulder, white crocs and headphones on. “Another one.” You thought.

He didn’t notice you first. And you didn’t want him to either.

Until you called him out during a defense play for not boxing out the biggest player. “You be acting so tuff when you ball but no defense at all.”

He laughed. “Yeah right. Who are you?”

“I’m the coach’s daughter.”

“Oh.” he said, smirking. “You’ll make me better then.”

You laughed, looking at his big blue eyes. Oh, he was hot.

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You found yourself looking for him every time you could. Between drills, lunch breaks, evenings by the lake, morning walks.

He wasn’t actually who you expected him to be. He was from North Dakota, from a small town where the only existing basketball team was from his high-school. He lived with only his mother, and he was the first in his family to achieve something. The first one to have the privilege of making college decisions.

He also learned that you weren’t just “The coach’s daughter.” You were a senior in a prestigious high-school, already committed to UCLA because that’s where your soul belonged to. He knew you struggled with high expectations and pressure.

“Stop studying, it’s summer.”

“Gotta keep my dad proud.”

He pouted at you. “I’m pretty sure you already do.”

He looked at you, like you were the only person in the world that could make him say nice things about someone.

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You were different for him. You weren’t trying to get his attention as every other girl did, you weren’t impressed by his reputation, by his dribbling skills or by his half-court shots.

In fact, you were really blunt.— The kind of girl who told him to dribble faster and screamed “Pussy.” when he missed his free throws.

There was one night, a full moon. You sat by the lake, just looking at the sky as if it was your home, wrapped in an old wnba hoodie, arms resting on your knees.

You didn’t see him at first, but he sat next to you.

You flinched when you saw him, not expecting it. He didn’t say much, just sat looking at the sky the same way you did.

“Full moon nights are my favorite.” he says.

You looked at him in disbelief.

“Really? mine’s too.”

He looked at you, with a soft smile. “Yeah. Everything feels surreal when the moon is up, is like the world belongs to her.”

You looked at him and smiled as softly as you could, your chest aching.

A big silence fell, it was good.

He looked up at the sky again. “The same way i think i belong to you.”

You blinked without saying a thing, you didn’t want to ruin the moment.

Instead, you rested your head in his shoulder, softly enough to hear him sigh.

You wanted to kiss him. But not yet, you weren’t ready.

But something changed that night.

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After that night, you started seeing each other more. Intentionally, of course.

He found a lot of excuses to help you study even if he didn’t know a thing about it, and you stayed late to watch him shoot alone in the gym after lights-out.

You learned he wasn’t cocky, just a guy who achieved more than everyone around him, and he was proud of himself. You learned he kept a wristband that once belonged to his dad, the dad he never met. That he sometimes felt like basketball was the only thing separating him from being dumb.

He learned how awful your dad makes you feel every time you get an A-. And how disappointed your dad was of you for not playing a sport.

And still, you didn’t kiss.

There was tension. The brush of his arm near yours when you walked side by side, his knee always touching you under the lunch table, the moment you tripped over a cone during practice and he carried you to the bench to make sure you were okay.—hands on your waist a little to long.

You weren’t sure what scared you more, getting a B, or your dad finding out.

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Practice lasted longer than expected. Campers scattered to cabins, and your dad gone to take a call in the admin building. You stayed behind to grab the bottles of Gatorade the other players left.

You didn’t expect Dalton to be there.

He was on the bench in the locker room. Changing to comfier clothes, He smelled like sweat, soap and desire.

You stepped inside the locker room to grab the towels, when you saw him.

“Hey, you’re okay? Didn’t expect anyone here.”

He looked up, tired but smiling for you as always. “I’ve been better, i guess.”

You sat beside him, in silence.

“I hate this.” He confessed.

“Hate what?”

“This.” He looked at you. “Having to pretend i don’t want you wearing my jersey.”

Your heart pounded. “Dalton…”

“I know you feel the same way Y/N.”

“Yeah, i do.”

“Let’s stop pretending.” He said, his eyes shining.

He reached up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, you leaned in without thinking twice.

The space between you disappeared. The kiss was slow, filled with desire and love, no lust in it.

His hands cradled to your face, as if he was holding something breakable. You kissed him back, grabbing his hair to feel him closer.

You forgot about school, the camp, or your dad.

Until the door cracked open.

You pulled away, eyes wide.

There he was, your raiser.

He stood in the doorway. A silence fell so loud it swallowed your fast heartbeats.

He looked away. “Out. Both of you. Now.”

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You stood outside your father’s office. Your heart pounding because inside Dalton stood alone.

“You have a minute,–” your dad said, voice rough. “To explain what the hell i just walked in on.”

Dalton didn’t flinch, even if he wanted to. “I kissed her.”

Your dad’s jaw tightened.

“Because i’m in love with her.” He ended.

“She’s my daughter.” Your dad said.

“I know. That’s why i’m standing here, not running away or making excuses.”

Your dad stepped closer, arms crossed. “You’re a kid, just eighteen.” he sighed. “You think a summer romance gives you the right to say you love my daughter?”

Dalton sighed. “It’s not just a summer. I didn’t want this, i came here to get better, to grow up. This was supposed to be a boys camp.” He swallowed. “But then i met her. And she’s a dream.”

Dalton paused.

“She doesn’t care about the game, not as everyone else does. She looks at me like i’m more than just how many points i score, when i’m with her i don’t feel like a waste.”

Your dad’s eyes narrowed.

“And so what, you fall in love, kiss her in my locker room and you think that means something?”

Dalton straightened his back. “Yes, sir. It does.”

And he said it.

“I know it’s early, and i know i have to prove a lot to you, but i will. I don’t want to just date your daughter, i want to marry her, sir.”

The words hung there.

Your dad’s expression didn’t change. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re saying.” He raised his voice. “Marriage? at your age? you don’t even know who you are.”

Dalton nodded. “I know, but i already know her. And i want to spend the next ten years proving to everyone that i keep my word.” he smiled softly. “I just want you to understand i’m serious. About her, about all of it.”

Your dad looked toward the door, and opened it to let you in.

You entered the room, the air felt thick.

“When i met her mother–” He sighed. “I felt the same way, i said the same words you said. And i fought everyone for her.” he smiled. “Her mother and I been standing between this girl and the whole world since.”

“I’m not going anywhere, coach.” Dalton said.

“If you really want to be with her. You have to earn it, not just with stupid words. With actions. You have to win my respect and show me you can lead without ego.”

“Yes, sir.” He nodded.

Your eyes flicked between your dad and Dalton. You stepped closer to Dalton.

“Fuck, i hate this.” your dad said. “But i respect the balls he had for talking to me like that.”

You looked up to Dalton and smiled.

You opened your mouth to speak, but your dad stopped you.

“Don’t say anything, he already said everything.”

And then he left, leaving you two alone.

Dalton walked you to your cabin, he didn’t say anything else after the conversation with your dad.

He grabbed your hand, and looked down at you. “I hope you still want to kiss me.”

“A thousand times if i could.” you answered.

And under the waxing crescent moon and the weight of everything unspoken, you kissed him again. But this time, as if you already had a ring on your finger.

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AWWWWW i don’t know how i came up with this but i cried

hope you enjoy!