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ONE SHOT: CLOSE QUARTERS

paige x azzi

word count: 6.2k

A/N: This is one of the prompts from my lovely 🍉 anon. It’s honestly just filled with dialogue and cute shit. 🫶🏼

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March 2022

The hotel buzzed with the quiet tension that only March Madness could bring DI athletes. Players from multiple teams staying there had settled into their rooms, preparing in their own ways for whatever laid ahead for them. For Paige Bueckers, it was another day of carrying UConn’s storied legacy on her back. She leaned back against the headboard of her bed, scrolling mindlessly through her phone, the blue glow casting a soft light across her face. Her headphones rested around her neck, music still playing faintly as she debated whether she should head down to practice early or steal a few more minutes to herself.

A few floors below, Azzi Fudd slipped on her slides, her focus already drifting toward being on court. Maryland’s hopes rested on her shoulders, and she thrived on that pressure. She stood off her bed, stretching her arms over her head, then grabbed her practice bag and slung it over one shoulder. The team had a meeting soon then practice right after, but Azzi wanted a moment to herself in the conference room before it started.

Paige glanced at the clock on the nightstand and sighed.. She slid off her bed, grabbed her bag, and headed out the door. At the same time, Azzi locked her room behind her and made her way to the elevator. Neither knew that their paths were about to converge in a way that would change everything.

Paige stepped into the elevator, grateful to see it was empty. She loved her fans—truly—but riding with a group of them in a cramped space often felt more awkward than endearing. She adjusted her bag on her shoulder before leaning against the back wall, pulling out her phone to read some messages while the doors slid shut.

The elevator hummed as it descended, and Paige took the rare moment of quiet to breathe. After three floors, though, it slowed to a stop. She glanced up as the doors slid open to reveal none other than Azzi Fudd waiting to step in.

Paige chuckled lightly, tucking her phone into her pocket. “Wassup,” she said, leaning casually against the elevator wall.

Azzi gave her a polite smile as she stepped inside. “Hi. How are you?”

“Good. You?”

“Great.”

With that, the conversation fell into silence. Neither one seemed eager to strike up a conversation with the other tean’s star they’d face on the court the next day. The only sound was the soft hum of the elevator as it resumed its descent.

Until it didn’t.

A loud, rough jerk rattled the small space, and the elevator shuddered to a halt. Paige grabbed the handrail instinctively, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise. Across from her, Azzi shifted her stance, her hand pressing against the wall to steady herself as the lights flickered off, plunging the elevator into near-darkness. Only the faint, dim glow of the emergency light remained.

“Oh god,” Azzi muttered, breaking the silence.

Paige groaned, running a hand through her hair before stepping forward. She sighed, leaning toward the control panel. She pressed the emergency button firmly and waited. Nothing. She pressed it again. Still nothing.

The two of them stood quietly, waiting, hoping, for the elevator to lurch back to life. But as the seconds stretched into minutes with no sign of movement, both sighed in unison.

Azzi pulled her phone out of her pocket, holding it to see if she had a signal. Predictably, there was none. She glanced over at Paige, who had already taken her bag off and slid down the elevator wall, settling on the floor with her knees bent and her head tilted back against the metal.

“You have service?” Azzi asked, her voice cutting through the silence.

“Nope,” Paige replied immediately, not even bothering to reach for her phone.

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t even check.”

Paige cracked a small smile, tilting her head to look at her. “We’re in a faraday cage elevator. There's no point.”

Azzi blinked, confused. “A what?”

Paige laughed, waving a hand toward the walls. “All four walls are metal, meaning electromagnetic radiation is blocked from going in or out. I.e., phone signals. Whole lot of words meaning you might as well get comfortable.”

Azzi stared at her for a moment, then let out a light laugh as she slid down the wall, settling on the floor. “I didn’t know I was stuck in the elevator with Einstein instead of a basketball player.”

Paige laughed, running a hand through her hair. “I had a construction phase when I was a kid. Needed to know which kind of elevator I’d need in my mansion to still have service.”

That earned her a louder laugh from Azzi. “Your mansion, huh?”

“Dream big,” Paige said with a shrug, her grin widening.

Their laughter faded, leaving them in a silence.

The faint hum of the emergency light is the only sound in the small space. Neither of them really knew what to say. Azzi, who wasn’t much of a talker to begin with, didn’t mind the quiet. She leaned her head back against the wall, content to let the moment pass with her eyes closed.

But Paige? Not so much.

“Alright,” Paige blurted out, her voice cutting through the stillness. “I can’t be quiet for this long.”

Azzi turned her head to look at her, raising an eyebrow, chuckling saying, “It’s been like 5 minutes.”

Paige clearly not deterred states “That’s a long time to just sit in silence with a stranger.”

Azzi chuckles, clearly expecting her to continue. When she doesn’t Azzi says “Well?” The smallest hint of amusement in her voice. "Go ahead."

Paige adjusted her position, sitting up a little straighter as a grin tugged at her lips. “Alright,” she said, breaking the silence. “You excited for the game tomorrow?”

Azzi didn’t even hesitate. “I’m not talking to you about the game.”

Paige’s smirked, a cocky glint in her eye. “Why not? Don’t wanna talk about losing?”

Azzi rolled her eyes, leaning her head back against the wall. “No, I don’t trust you. You seem sneaky.”

Paige raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. “Me? Sneaky?”

Azzi nodded, a teasing edge to her tone. “Yes, you seem sneaky. Like the type to try to smooth talk some answers out of me or something.”

Paige laughed, leaning back against the wall. “Fair point,” she admitted, the grin never leaving her face. “Just to be clear though, I don’t need mind tricks to win.” She raised her finger in the air as if to emphasize her point, her tone playful.

Azzi chuckled, shaking her head. “Whatever.”

Paige tilted her head. “Alright, you pick something since you don’t wanna talk about the game.”

Azzi thought for a moment before shrugging. “Fine. What’s your favorite color?”

Paige blinked, giving her a skeptical look. “Really?”

Azzi shrugged again, a small smirk tugging at her lips.

“Alright, fine,” Paige said, relenting. “Purple.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “Huh. Wouldn’t have guessed that.”

Paige frowned slightly. “Why not?”

“You don’t seem like the purple type,” Azzi said casually, leaning her head back against the wall.

Paige squinted at her, a teasing glint in her eye for some reason. “You keep saying I seem or don’t seem like something. First it was me being sneaky, now it’s my favorite color. Didn’t know you thought about me that much.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, but the faintest hint of a smile betrayed her. “I don’t.”

Paige grinned, leaning forward slightly. “Seems like it.”

Azzi immediately shook her head. “No. It doesn’t.”

“Okay, so what gives you the impression that I’m not the purple type?” Paige asked, folding her arms. “Or that I seem sneaky?”

Azzi gave her a flat look. “You’re all over social media sports pages. It’s hard not to have some sort of impression.”

Paige narrowed her eyes, unconvinced. “Sports pages don’t hint at what my favorite color should be.”

Azzi groaned, pressing her head back against the elevator wall. “Why am I being interrogated right now?”

Paige smirked, sitting up straighter. “Because your answers suck, and now I’m curious.”

Azzi threw her hands up, clearly frustrated. “Alright, fine. You’re always trending on Twitter. That has to mean something about you.”

Paige raised an eyebrow. “Twitter? Are you serious? Thought I would be trending for my highlights and not my favorite color.”

Azzi huffed. “Well, yes, but you’re always posting about the games, your interviews—people make impressions from that kind of thing.”

Paige shrugged. “Okay, but I still don’t see how you connect that to purple, or why I seem sneaky.”

Azzi thought for a moment, then sighed. “Okay, maybe I’ve read some articles about you. Like, your play style and stuff. Coaches mention your ‘quick sneaky moves’ sometimes. I don’t know... it just adds up.”

Paige shook her head. “Rightt so these articles you’re supposedly reading. What do they tell you about what color I should like?

Azzi groaned again, rubbing her temples. “Oh my god, fine, what do you want from me? It’s just... hard not to form some kind of opinion when you're everywhere.”

Paige sat back for a moment, narrowing her eyes as she just stared at Azzi.

Azzi groaned again, rubbing her temples. “Fine, I’ve seen videos that mention it.”

Paige raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. “You’ve seen videos?”

Azzi just sighed, resigned. “Yup, videos.”

Paige squinted at her, studying her carefully. After a moment, her smirk broke out into a wide grin. “I’m on your TikTok feed aren’t I.”

Azzi’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Oh my god, no you aren’t.”

Paige didn’t buy it, leaning forward with a look. “Oh I definitely am. That’s why you’ve got all these impressions of me. They make some crazy edits so I’m sure you have quite the impression.”

Azzi’s posture stiffened, and she crossed her arms defensively. “No, you’re really not. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Paige raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Oh really? You’re denying it now, huh?” Her smirk grew. “Which edits are your favorite?”

Azzi froze for a moment, her cheeks tingling slightly, and she quickly looked away. “I’m not talking about this with you.”

Paige leaned back, satisfied. “I knew it.

Azzi rolled her eyes, muttering, “You’re annoying.”

Paige grinned, her smirk never fading. “Sure, I am.”

She leaned forward slightly, her eyes twinkling. “So, what other impressions do you have of me, Azzi?”

Azzi shot her a glare. “None Paige.”

Paige burst out laughing, clearly enjoying Azzi's discomfort. “Really? None? Not one?”

Azzi sighed, crossing her arms. “Fine, I don’t know. The whole... superstar thing. You seem to love the spotlight and all of the attention.”

Paige nodded, still smirking. “The videos are definitely entertaining. Most of them aren’t accurate, though.”

Azzi shrugged, still a little defensive. “I don’t know what video’s you’re talking about.”

Paige just laughed again, clearly enjoying this back-and-forth. “Okay, let’s play 21 questions then. I’ll give you some real answers.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “21 questions? Really?”

Paige grinned. “Yup. You can figure out which ‘impressions’ you have are valid, and I can learn some things about you.”

Azzi, not ready to give in so easily, crossed her arms. “Why do you want to learn about me?”

Paige shrugged, leaning back casually. “It’s only fair that I even the playing field. Seems like you already know a few things about me even though you won’t admit it.”

Azzi groaned, clearly frustrated, as Paige’s smirk grew wider. “You’re really not letting this go, are you?”

Paige just laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Nope.”

Azzi sighed, crossing her arms. “Alright, fine. But I’m starting. What’s one thing about you that people would never guess just by looking at you?”

Paige thought for a moment before saying. “Most people think I let the attention and all that get to my head and I act all big, but I’m actually really chill.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “You’re chill?” she asked, clearly not convinced.

Paige chuckled, leaning back against the wall of the elevator. “Yeah, for real. I mean, I get it. People see the spotlight and think I’m all about the attention, but nah, for the most part I like keeping things low-key when I can. Especially my private life.”

Azzi nodded slowly as if processing this new piece of information. “Alright, I can see that,” she murmured.

Paige’s smile grew as she shot a playful glance at Azzi. “So what about you? If you had to pick one song to describe your life right now, what would it be?”

Azzi groaned, letting her head fall back against the wall dramatically. “Okay, first thing you’ll learn about me is I’m too indecisive for questions like that. We’ll be here all day waiting for me to answer something like that.”

Paige chuckled. “Alright, alright. I’ll keep it simple. What’s your favorite color?”

Azzi didn’t hesitate. “Pink,” she said quickly, as if she’d already had the answer ready.

Paige raised an eyebrow. “Pink? Really?”

Azzi shrugged with a grin. “What can I say? It’s a good color.”

Paige shook her head, grinning. “Fair enough.”

Azzi shifted the focus back to Paige. “Okay, your turn. What’s your biggest fear?”

Paige chuckled, leaning against the elevator wall, a bit taken aback. “Oh, we’re diving deep already?”

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

Paige shrugged. “Nah, it’s cool.” She paused for a second, her eyes flicking downward as she gathered her thoughts. “Probably failure.”

Azzi nodded. “That’s a very surface-level answer for a non-surface-level question.”

Paige looked at Azzi, meeting her eyes for a brief moment before continuing. “I mean I’ve always wanted to be the greatest I can be, so of course, I hated failing. But with all the attention and everything now, it’s turned more into a fear. It’s not just about not liking failure anymore. It’s like I’m scared to let people down.”

Azzi listened, her eyes attentive to Paige. “I see.

Paige, sensing the heavy moment starting to settle in, tried to shift the tone. “Alright, so... who’s your celebrity crush? I got Zendaya.”

Azzi immediately shook her head, a look of defiance crossing her face. “Nope, not happening.”

Paige protested immediately, her grin widening. “Come on, you can’t just skip the question.”

Azzi crossed her arms, leaning back against the wall, her expression stubborn. She wasn’t about to budge.

Paige’s grin only grew wider as she zeroed in on Azzi’s reaction. “You’re totally thinking about it right now. Come on, just one name.”

“Nope.” As she said this Azzi didn’t even glance at her. It didn’t take long before Paige pieced it together from Azzi’s behavior. Azzi’s eyes had immediately darted away, her cheeks flushing a shade of pink as she stared straight ahead. Paige raised an eyebrow, her suspicions raising.

With Paige’s undivided attention, Azzi let out a groan and buried her face in her hands, her voice muffled. “Oh my god... this is the worst day of my life.”

Paige couldn’t suppress her smirk as she watched Azzi, the realization finally dawning on her. “Ohhh I see.” She was trying to hold back her laughter, but the satisfaction was clear in her tone.

Azzi peeked out from behind her hands, her cheeks flushed a deep pink. “Please, stop looking at me like that.”

Paige leaned in, her smirk widening. “Like what? I’m just trying to help you out here since you won’t answer. You got a thing for me, don’t you?”

Azzi froze, her face going an even deeper shade. The playful teasing in Paige’s eyes made it impossible to deny, and Azzi let out a defeated sigh. “This is so embarrassing.”

Paige laughed, shaking her head. “Nah don’t be. I’m flattered, really.”

Azzi grumbled, burying her head in her hands. “We’re moving on.”

Paige chuckled but let her drop the topic—for now. “If you say so…”

Azzi took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. “Alright, let’s get back on track. What’s one thing that’s on your bucket list that you haven’t done yet?”

Paige looked up at the ceiling, thinking for a moment. “Umm selfish answer, I want to win a natty and be National Player of the Year again. Unselfish answer, I wanna build a free grocery store.”

Azzi looked at her for a second before raising an eyebrow. “I feel like you’re giving me PR trained Paige answers.”

Paige laughed at this. “Nah, I’m deadass.”

Azzi crossed her arms, giving Paige an unimpressed look. “So, you’re just perfect in every aspect?”

Paige’s smirk faltered for a moment, her tone a little more serious. “Nah, I’m far from perfect. We’re all human.”

Azzi tilted her head, narrowing her eyes playfully. “Okay, what’s the worst thing you’ve done then?”

Paige hesitated for a second, her mind flicking through memories. She didn’t want to get too deep, but the question lingered. Finally, she sighed and spoke. “I cheated once.”

Azzi blinked, visibly shocked. “Recently?”

Paige shook her head, her voice softer now. “Nah. Like freshman year. It was a lot going on and I got a little too drunk one night.”

Azzi’s expression softened, but there was a hint of surprise in her voice. “Wow.”

Paige shrugged, a small laugh escaping her. “See? Not perfect.”

Azzi looked at her, studying her face, sensing the weight behind the confession. “I mean, it’s not the worst thing in the world. It’s bad for sure, but not the worst.” She emphasized the word worst, as though trying to comfort her.

Paige chuckled a little. “I felt like the worst person on the planet.”

Azzi’s voice was soft, but there was still a curiosity beneath it. “Why’d you cheat?”

Paige blinked at her, caught off guard by the question. “What do you mean?”

Azzi continued, her gaze never leaving Paige. “Yeah, you were drunk, but what else was going on?”

Paige let out a long breath, her shoulders slumping slightly at the memory. She glanced down for a moment, before looking back up at Azzi. “We’d been arguing a lot. She was my high school girlfriend so you know how that is. We barely saw each other because she stayed in Minnesota and I was getting hella attention just from playing at UConn, and she didn’t like it. Like every other day she was accusing me of cheating, so we were just arguing all the time… and then I don’t know, it kind of just happened from there.”

Azzi listened, her expression softening as she absorbed Paige’s words. There was a silence between them now, as Azzi processed what Paige had shared.

Paige shifted, her fingers brushing against her phone in her lap. “I definitely didn’t mean for it to happen, it just did… it was a stupid mistake.”

Azzi nodded slowly, her voice soft. “I get it. We all make em.”

Paige quickly sat up, her eyes earnest. “I’m not like that anymore, though.”

Azzi couldn’t help but laugh, her lips curling into a teasing smile. “Oh, so you’re the perfect girlfriend now?”

Paige chuckled, the tension easing as she leaned back against the wall. “Well, I don’t have a girlfriend, but you know… I’ve grown. So I’ll be good for the next one.”

Azzi laughed, shaking her head. “Confident, aren’t you?”

Paige smirked, her playful tone returning fully. “Just telling the truth.”

Azzi tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly as she asked, “Why are you single then?”

Paige shrugged, leaning back against the elevator wall. “Told myself I wouldn’t date anyone who doesn’t understand the spotlight, but… that comes with its own issues so here I am.”

Azzi nodded. “Fair. So… what’s your type?”

Paige licked her lips, glancing up at Azzi with a small smirk. “Never really thought about it.”

Azzi laughed, raising an eyebrow. “Everyone has a type, though.”

Paige was about to answer before she realized something and gave her a look. “I feel like you’ve asked me a million questions in a row. It’s my turn.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, laughing softly. “Alright, fine. Go ahead.”

Paige grinned mischievously. “What’s your type?”

Azzi groaned, shaking her head. “Really?”

Paige leaned forward slightly, mockingly adding, “Everyone has one, right?”

Azzi glanced at Paige for a moment before deciding to be a little forward. “I tend to go for athletes, blonde… pretty eyes.”

Paige smirked, her expression smug. “Huh. That’s interesting.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “Interesting?”

Paige nodded, her smirk widening.

Azzi tilted her head slightly. “Why is it interesting?”

Paige shrugged casually, her eyes flickering over Azzi. “Sounds familiar, is all.”

Azzi hummed softly at this, narrowing her eyes playfully. “Are you going to finally tell me your type, or is that the one thing you’re refusing to answer today?”

Paige’s gaze lingered on Azzi, her eyes tracing her features for a moment before she finally spoke. “I usually go for someone with curly hair… pretty lips—”

Azzi cut her off, raising an eyebrow. “Lips?”

Paige licked her own, leaning back slightly with a faint smile. “Yeah. That’s important.”

Azzi blinked, her curiosity getting the best of her. “Why?”

Paige smirked. “Why you wanna know?”

Azzi leaned back, feigning disinterest as she crossed her arms. “I’m not curious, by the way. Just so we’re clear.”

Paige smirked, her eyes lighting up at Azzi’s obvious deflection. “Rightt, totally clear.” Her tone was clearly laced with sarcasm as she leaned in slightly, resting her chin on her hand while watching Azzi.

Azzi rolled her eyes, doing her best to look unaffected. “You’re kinda annoying.”

Paige chuckled. “Am I? You sure seem to be spending a lot of time thinking about me for someone who claims I’m annoying.”

Azzi shook her head with a laugh, trying to play it off, but the faint pink blush on her cheeks betrayed her. Paige noticed, of course, so she just smiled at her.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Azzi asked, her tone more defensive than she intended.

“I’m not looking at you like anything,” Paige replied, leaning in just a bit more, her voice dropping slightly. “You’re just… really easy to fluster.”

Azzi let out a nervous laugh, holding up her hand. “Nope. Nope. We’re not doing this.”

Paige tilted her head innocently, a small grin tugging at her lips. “Doing what? I haven’t done anything.”

Azzi gave her a look. “Do you flirt with everyone who seems remotely interested in you, or is this just a special service you offer me?”

Paige laughed at that, leaning back slightly to give Azzi some space—but her smirk stayed. “Nope, this is new. Just the curly-haired ones that play at Maryland, apparently.”

Azzi groaned, burying her face in her hands for a moment before looking up at Paige with an exasperated expression. “You’re full of yourself.”

Paige laughed, the sound bouncing off the metal walls of the elevator. “I’ve been told.” She leaned casually against the wall, her shoulder brushing Azzi’s as the space between them seemed to shrink. “But you seem to be enjoying it more than most.”

Azzi gave her a flat look, though the faint flush creeping up her neck betrayed her. “You’re so ridiculous.”

Paige shrugged, clearly unbothered. “Hey, I’m just saying—if you’re gonna be stuck in an elevator with someone, it might as well be me.”

Azzi groaned, leaning her head back against the cold metal wall of the elevator. “I swear, this is the universe’s way of punishing me for being gay.”

Paige laughed at that, the sound light. “Most people wouldn’t see it as a punishment. More like an opportunity.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow, turning her head to look at Paige. “An opportunity for what?”

Paige’s lips curved into a grin. “Not many people get this much uninterrupted time with me.”

Azzi blinked at her, her mouth falling open in disbelief before she let out a dry laugh. “Oh, so I’m lucky now?”

Paige shrugged, her expression as confident as ever. “You can be—only if you make the most of the situation though.”

Azzi let out a scoff, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned back. “And what exactly am I supposed to do with this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?”

Paige tilted her head, her grin growing. “Now that’s up to you.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, though a small smile tugged at her lips. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Unbelievably charming, maybe,” Paige shot back. She shifted slightly, the small movement bringing her closer to Azzi, their shoulders almost brushing.

Azzi glanced at the narrowing space between them but didn’t move. “Do you always talk like this, or is it just when you’ve got someone cornered with nowhere else to go?”

“Only when they’re interesting,” Paige said, her voice light but her eyes locked on Azzi’s.

Azzi tried to hold her gaze but faltered, her cheeks warming under Paige’s stare. “I don’t like you,” she muttered, trying to deflect.

Paige laughed softly, leaning her head against the wall and turning to face her more fully. “Yet, here you are. Stuck in an elevator with me. What are the odds?”

Azzi groaned again, a reluctant smile breaking through her exasperation. “Like I said clearly, the universe has a sense of humor.”

Paige tilted her head, smirking. “Or it’s trying to give you an opportunity.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow, her expression guarded for a moment as if debating whether to keep deflecting. But then, with a small sigh, she settled into herself, her shoulders relaxing. “You know what? You’re right.”

Without another word, Azzi scooted closer to Paige on the elevator floor.

Paige’s smile widened, a mixture of surprise and amusement lighting up her face. “Ahh, there we go.”

Azzi rolled her eyes at Paige’s reaction, though a small smirk betrayed her. “Don’t make this a big thing.”

“I didn’t say anything,” Paige said, holding up her hands as if innocent. But her grin said otherwise.

“Yeah, okay,” Azzi muttered, leaning back against the elevator wall, her knee just barely brushing Paige’s.

Paige glanced down at the small point of contact before looking back up at Azzi. “You’re getting comfortable now, huh?”

Azzi gave her a sidelong look. “Don’t push it.”

After that time passed slowly, the soft hum of the elevator filling the quiet moments between their conversation. They’d moved past the teasing and into lighter territory—sharing random stories, laughing softly, and letting the space settle into something much more comfortable.

Paige now had her stretched out in front of her, glancing at the small display panel that was still blank. “It’s been like, what—45 minutes now?”

Azzi leaned her head back against the wall, letting out a dramatic sigh. “With you, it feels more like an eternity.”

Paige let out a sarcastic laugh, leaning back slightly as she shot Azzi a teasing glance. “Haha, very funny.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow looking at her phone. “Probably more like an hour, to be honest.”

They sat there in quiet for a moment before Paige’s eyes lit up suddenly, an idea popping into her head. “You should make a TikTok with me.”

Azzi immediately shot back, “Nope. We don’t have a signal, remember?”

Paige’s grin only widened. “Doesn’t matter. We can still film it, I just can’t upload it until later.”

Azzi looked like she was about to protest some more, but Paige was already up and scrolling on her phone, clearly having made up her mind. With a grumble, Azzi stood.

As Paige continued to scroll through her app, the unmistakable sound of Thuggish Ruggish Bone blared from her phone’s speaker, cutting through the quiet of the elevator as she propped it up to the best of her ability.

Azzi groaned, “This is probably the worst way to pass time.”

Paige, already in her element, said. “It’ll be fun I swear.”

Azzi reluctantly pressed record, and Paige wasted no time, guiding her through the first TikTok with surprising ease. The first two took only a couple of tries before Paige was satisfied. But the third? That one took forever.

“Azzi, come on bro! You gotta go to the right first then the left” Paige said as Azzi threw her hands up in frustration after yet another failed take.

“I hate TikTok,” Azzi muttered, but her tone was amused despite her irritation.

Paige laughed. “You’re just mad because I’m better at it than you.”

Azzi rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but laugh at how relentless Paige was, forcing her into a third, fourth, and fifth take. At this point, Azzi had completely given in to the ridiculousness of it all, much to Paige’s delight.

Just as Paige hit record on yet another attempt, the elevator jerked, throwing both of them off balance. They shared a quick glance, and the low rumbling echoed before, to their relief, the elevator started moving down again.

After a few moments the doors opened with a soft ding, revealing a group of firefighters and several of their respective team members standing in the lobby, waiting. The sudden change in scenery caught both Paige and Azzi off guard, and they stood there for a moment, unsure of how to act. It felt strange to just walk away after spending almost an hour and a half together, trapped in the elevator with nothing but each other for company. That short time had somehow changed both of them a little.

Leaning down to grab their bags, they exchanged a quick glance and a small smile before starting to walk in opposite directions. Paige made it a few steps before she stopped, her competitive nature—and maybe something else—getting the better of her.

“Aye, Azzi,” Paige’s voice carried across the lobby, making a few heads turn, including Azzi’s teammates.

Azzi stopped mid-step, her brow arching slightly as she turned back around. Paige stood there, her bag slung over her shoulder, her expression somewhere between cocky and amused. She licked her lips, smirking just enough to send a jolt of heat up Azzi’s spine.

“Let me get your number,” Paige said, her tone casual but her intent clearly anything but that.

Azzi’s eyes flicked to her teammates, who were already watching intently, then back to Paige. A small amused smile tugged at her lips as she walked back toward her, stopping just a step too close.

“Why do you want it?” Azzi said, tilting her head slightly as if daring Paige to explain.

Paige smirked wider, leaning a little closer. “You never told me who your crush was,” she fired back smoothly.

Azzi rolled her eyes, though the faint blush creeping up her neck didn’t go unnoticed. “You’re annoying,” she muttered, but the teasing glint in her eyes betrayed her words. Reaching out, her hand brushed lightly against Paige’s as she grabbed her phone. Their fingers touched for a brief moment, sending a spark of awareness through both of them.

Azzi typed her number quickly, glancing up at Paige once or twice, before handing the phone back. “Here you go,” she said with a small smile, her voice softer now.

Paige glanced at the screen before she locked her phone and slid it into her pocket, her smirk turning into something more genuine. “I’ll text you,” she said confidently, holding Azzi’s gaze for a moment longer than necessary.

Azzi started walking backward toward her teammates, her eyes never leaving Paige’s. “I look forward to it,” she said, her smile still in place as she turned back around.

Paige stood there, watching her go, unable to stop the grin spreading across her face.

…

The arena still buzzed with excitement as Paige made her way to the side of the court for the post-game interview. UConn’s win over Maryland was still fresh in the air. Her teammates were still scattered around, chatting about the game and cheering about the Final Four, but Paige was still zoned in, ready to speak to the media before relaxing.

A reporter stepped forward, microphone in hand, eager to ask the first question. “Paige, first of all congratulations on the big win.”

Paige smiles down at her saying “Thank you, it feels great. Maryland played an amazing game.”

The reporter smiles before continuing to speak. Before we begin with the game questions we have the state farm fan question and someone asks ‘what's been one of your best memories off the court during the tournament so far?’”

Paige leaned back slightly, a soft laugh escaping her lips as she thought about the events of the previous day. She glanced at the gathered reporters, some still watching her closely, others making notes for their stories.

“Well, yesterday was pretty memorable," she said, her voice light but laced with amusement. "I got stuck in an elevator at the hotel for like an hour and a half.” She paused for a second, thinking about if she wanted to say anything else before continuing with a grin. "That was pretty fun, honestly.”

Her eyes flickered briefly, but she didn’t give anything away. There was no mention of who she’d been stuck with, but the faintest smirk on her face made it clear she wasn’t talking about any ordinary elevator mishap.

The reporter laughs at this saying “Oh wow, that’s definitely an answer I’m sure they weren’t expecting.”

“Yeah, definitely not the usual pre-game prep,” Paige added with a shrug, her grin widening as she looked back at the reporters.

As they moved to the next question, Paige couldn’t help but replay the elevator incident in her mind, her smile lingering as she continued with questions about the game.

…

Later that night Paige lounged on her hotel bed scrolling through social media. After she got bored enough though she switched to her messaging app typing in Azzi’s name before typing out a simple message:

“Hey.”

She hit send and tossed the phone onto the bed beside her, not expecting a quick response. But her phone vibrated almost immediately, making her raise an eyebrow.

“Who is this?”

Paige laughed quietly to herself, shaking her head as she grabbed her phone again. She quickly typed back:

“Paige.”

The typing bubbles popped up almost immediately, and Paige smirked, leaning back against the pillows as she waited for Azzi’s reply.

“I’m not talking to you yet. You just beat me.”

Paige laughed, shaking her head as she typed back:

"You’re going viral."

She attached a link to the TikTok she posted, one of the three they had filmed during their time stuck in the elevator. The video had already racked up a few million likes and thousands of comments, many of which were trying to piece together the details behind the mysterious elevator mishap.

Azzi saw the link come through, and after a moment, curiosity got the better of her. She clicked on it and watched the TikTok, her face scrunching slightly at the memories of how Paige had roped her into it. Then, as she scrolled through the comments, she noticed some of them speculating about Paige’s interview and this being the “favorite memory” she had mentioned. Intrigued, Azzi did a quick search and found the interview clip before responding.

A smirk tugged at her lips as she texted back:

"I heard this was your favorite memory off the court."

Paige rolled her eyes, chuckling softly as she typed her response:

"Spending time with a pretty girl is pretty fun."

It took Azzi a moment to respond, her reply brief and teasing:

"Stop flirting."

Paige grinned, tapping out another message:

"No. Wyd?"

Azzi’s reply came quickly this time:

"Nothing now."

Paige didn’t hesitate.

"Let’s chill."

There was a pause before Azzi finally texted back:

"Fine, but I’m not taking the elevator."

Paige laughed out loud, shaking her head as she typed:

"Bet. I’ll meet you downstairs."

She tossed her phone onto the bed and got up, already grabbing her hoodie and slipping on her slides.

…

Paige and Azzi would always argue about who made the first move that night. It became a playful back-and-forth between them over the years, one neither could resist bringing up whenever the opportunity came up.

Azzi swore it was Paige who crossed the line first. “You were trying to come back to my room,” she’d claim, her voice dropping with mock exasperation. “Don’t even try to deny it.”

But Paige never let the accusation slide. “Excuse me? You asked me to walk you back. I was just being polite.”

Azzi would laugh at that, shaking her head as if Paige’s logic was the most ridiculous thing she’d ever heard. “Polite? Right. And then you just happened to stay. Sounds like you made the first move to me.”

But Paige always had her trump card ready. “Okay, but who took my jacket so they had an excuse to see me again? You. So, technically, you started it.”

The truth didn’t matter, not really. The moment they were together that night, the rest was history as they talked for hours about everything and nothing. The elevator was just the beginning of a story neither of them would have seen coming—a story full of late-night texts, unexpected flights, and stolen moments that would lead to them finding the love of their life..

Whatever happened in that elevator didn’t just leave them stuck in a cramped space together. It set them on a path neither could walk away from, a connection born out of shared teasing and undeniable chemistry.

And honestly, they both wouldn’t have had it any other way.

#pazzi #paige x azzi #pazzi fics

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yes-divine-ruler · 2 years ago

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Doll - Kai Anderson

x bimbo!fem!reader

idea from @demxnicprxncess 🤍

cw: kai receiving oral, vaginal sex, whining, sir

wc: 2.3k

Kai tapped his fingers on the table before him, his jaw locked and his eyes raging with anger. It had been almost a full hour that you had made him and the rest of the cult wait, and everyone was getting increasingly impatient by the second.

"Divine Ruler? Does she have to be here?" Kai didn't know who's voice it was, but it was enough for him to slam down his palm on the table. It was enough of an answer to let everyone know that yes, you did have to be there, and to shut up before anymore dumb questions were asked.

Kai stood as he heard the basement door open, his eyes widening in surprise. You stood at the top of the stairs holding onto the handrail and attempting to climb down the steps on your own.

"Kai sweetheart! Can you give me a hand please?" Your sweet voice rung in his ears, and almost all of his anger faded away.

The rest of the cult watched in awe as he quickly paced over to the stairwell, and locked eyes with you. Fucking holy hell. You had Kai wrapped around your pinky finger and everyone knew you were his weak link.

"What is this Y/N? Is this really necessary?" Kai asked between grit teeth as he ascended the stairs and stood by your side, one hand grabbing your freshly manicured one, the other cupping your ass over your tight bright pink mini skirt. You smelt so sickly sweet, like the brightest flower and the tallest cane of sugar. As soon as it hit Kai's nostrils, he melted. He couldn't get enough of you.

"Baby I told you the meeting started an hour ago," Kai spoke under his breath as he helped you navigate down each step in your 6-inch stilettos.

"And I told you honey, that I had to do my make up first, and you didn't give me enough notice," you grumbled, flipped your curled hair behind your shoulder and facing the group of people who had sat waiting for you for over 45 minutes.

"Hey everyone!" You cheered, not letting go of Kai's hand as you sunk down on his couch beside him. His hand left yours and tucked between your thighs, and finally the long awaited meeting had commenced.

You behaved like a spoiled brat the whole time, Kai had told you this plan in confidence so many times that you already knew it like the back of your hand.

Everyone's gaze would switch been you and Kai, Kai as he passionately spoke about his next move, and you as you took out your glittery nail file and began to buff your nails on your left hand. When Kai finally noticed, his hand tightened on your thigh, causing you to let out a tiny squeak and drop the file.

To everyone else, it just looked like you were being blatantly rude and condescending, and Kai didn't want everyone to think he was a baffling idiot because not even his girlfriend was interested in his plans.

When the meeting was almost at an end, Kai groaned as he noticed you fanning your face with your hands, your French tip nails providing some sort of relief as the heat began to rise in the basement. It was bad enough it was the middle of summer, but the basement being jam packed with people made it unbearable.

"It's sooo hot in here sugarplum, I think I'm going to melt," you'd interrupted Kai as he was speaking, and he turned to you in annoyance.

"Princess, why don't you go upstairs now, hm? I'll be up in a bit," Kai leaned over and whispered in your ear, and you nodded.

"Kai, please help me get back up, I'm so sick of this dingy basement baby, we need to do some renovations," you rambled as Kai excused himself for a moment to help you go back upstairs.

Once again everyone's eyes were trained on Kai as he assisted you like a damn service puppy, clutching you tightly as you both made it back up to the main floor.

"I won't be long sweetheart, just be a good girl and go sit on our bed okay?" You could sense Kai's agitation and it almost made you want to cry; you hated when he was annoyed at you.

So like that you'd stormed off upstairs to sit on the bed and wait patiently for him to return. Kai on the other hand sighed and ran a hand through his hair at the absolute handful of sunshine and rainbows you were, and made it back downstairs to conclude the meeting.

He was met with mumbling, people whispering to one another, talking about his weak link, you, and how bad you were for him. Kai's anger boiled to the surface and he stood in the centre of the room, his eyes like daggers and his fists shaking by his sides.

"If anyone has anything to say about Y/N, say it to my fucking face. I will not have you all speak down on my girlfriend, you hear me? There will be big fucking consequences to pay!" He roared, and everyone went silent.

You'd decided to make it up to your boyfriend for being such a handful, leaving your hair and make up as it was but changing out of your miniskirt and crop top into something a bit more revealing. Kai's favourite set of lingerie, latex and the lightest shade of pink. Your rhinestone-embedded stilettos stayed on your feet, and making final adjustments in the mirror, you were set to make it up to your grumpy man.

Kai comes into your bedroom looking defeated, and anger still glazes over his eyes. You sit timidly on the bed, because you knew he'd take it out on you, and nothing had you shaking more in excited anticipation.

His eyes shot up to lock with yours, and then slowly, they raked down your body, drinking in the sight before him. You wiggled your hips on the bed, a big smile on your face when he let out a low whistle.

“What’s all this for?” Kai asked, pacing towards you, cupping your cheek in one hand and running the pad of his thumb across your cheekbone. You reached forward and laid your palm flat against the zipper of his jeans, already feeling the grow of his bulge.

“I’m sorry for being such a handful, sir, I didn’t mean to ruin your meeting,” you say just above a whisper, pouting your shaded pink lips, looking up at him from under your false eyelashes. You knew Kai liked it when you were extra vulnerable, and especially when you called him sir.

He lets out a soft chuckle, as you move off the bed to sit in front of him on your knees. He doesn’t say anything, just watches with the intensity of a hawk with dark eyes as you unfasten his jeans and tug them down his legs.

“You know, they underestimate you,” Kai blurts, his hand now in your hair, knotting all the hard work you put into it this morning. You don’t mind, humming to encourage him to continue.

“You’re my right hand woman, they don’t see how amazing you are, how much more ruthless you are than me,” you let Kai continue as you place small kisses where his cock strains behind his boxers, your hand cupping his balls and kneading them softly in your palm. He shudders, swallowing thickly as he watches you lick a strip up the length of the fabric.

“I’ll show them,” your eyes sparkle as you smile up at Kai, and he groans just seeing the glint of mischief.

“I’ll show them how great I really am,” he smiles back. He loved the way you did your make up every day, he felt like he had doll at his every beckoning call.

Your fingers creep into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down so agonisingly slow it made Kai’s cock twitch. His grip in your hair tightens, and you giggle with your lips ghosting the length of his cock.

He growls, but waits patiently while his tip leaks with pearlescent pre cum. It was practically pleading for you to put it in your mouth.

Eventually you cave, and take the base in your hand, your mouth consuming the swollen head with your tongue on the underside.

“Fuck baby,” Kai moans, buckling his hips and driving his cock to the back of your throat. You gag on it, but Kai loves that, and leaves your mouth full of his length as he reaches down to pinch your nose closed.

Your eyes screw shut as you try to concentrate on whatever oxygen you have left, salivating excessively and all down the front of your chin. When it becomes too much, and it feels like you might pass out, you look up at Kai pleadingly, whimpering.

He chuckles, and pulls back, letting your nose go and your lungs fill up with air.

“You’re such a good girl,” Kai moans, as you continue to engulf the entirely of his cock as it throbs and swells closer to his release. Your mouth works feverishly, your head guiding by the push and pull of Kai’s hands wound tightly in your hair, until he pulls you off him, and to stand.

You whine in pain as you’re tugged by your hair towards the bed, and pushed down onto your stomach. Kai comes in behind you, biting down on his bottom lip and moving your latex panties to the side to reveal your glistening heat.

“So wet,” Kai reaches around your waist, tugging your hips so your ass is up on the air. You bite your lip in anticipation, watching behind you with a cheek pressed to the blanket. Kai inserts his long middle finger, curling it as soon as he sinks it in knuckle deep.

You whine some more, your hips rocking back and forth along the length of his finger, trying to gain the friction you so badly needed.

“You wanna tease me sweetheart? Two can play at that game,” he taunts, retracting his finger.

“Kai,” you drag out the end of his name, “please sir, your doll needs you.”

You knew exactly what would push his buttons.

Kai’s eyes turn impossibly darker, and soon he’s spitting directly on your hole, and swiping his tip across your folds.

You moan, reaching behind you and spreading yourself open for him. Kai can’t take it anymore, as much as he believed he had all the power, you know you did.

He finally nudges you open with his tip, the stretch already unbelieving good. He moves slowly, until he’s bottomed out inside you, and letting you adjust to his girth.

“More sir,” you plead, trying to rock back and forth on his cock. He halts you, his fingertips digging into the skin of your hips.

“Where’s your manners angel?” He asks, his voice low and sultry.

“Please, sir. Please fuck me.”

Kai doesn’t wait before he’s rutting his hips so deep and so fast that you can’t help the moans that leave your lips. His fingers dig into your hips harder, as he’s pushing and pulling you off his cock, slick with your juices and shining in the bedroom light overhead.

“You feel so good doll,” he groans, the smack of his hips as they meet the flesh of your ass the only sound ringing in your ears.

Everything is so good and so sensitive that it has a fire erupt in your lower abdomen and tears well in your eyes. Your thighs begin to shake as he fills you again and again to the brink.

“Oh my god, just like that,” you pine, gripping the blanket with your fists to try and alleviate some of the force. Kai grunts and groans behind you, the wet sounds of your cunt as it drips down the insides of your thighs sending him closer to his undoing.

His hands reach towards your own, and he’s tugging them to hold them in a firm grasp behind your back. You have no choice but to let your face fall into the blanket, tears steaming down your face as you choke out sobs.

“Aw is my little girl crying? Is my cock too much?” Kai taunts, not slowing his pace, and only sinking into you deeper, rubbing blissfully up again the spongy part inside you that has goosebumps arise on your skin.

“Yes- yes sir- oh fuck I’m cumming,” you cry, feeling yourself unravel around his cock, gushing from your pulsing walls as your hips buckle.

Kai isn’t far behind, fucking you raw through the entirety of your orgasm, until he pulls out and unloads all over your ass and back.

He leans down from above you, and wipes the tears from your face, peppering kisses across your jaw as you try and even your breathing.

“My little doll,” Kai whispers, before a harsh slap meets your ass cheek and you yelp in surprise as the sting tingles your skin.

He wipes you down before you finally roll over, so fucked out and tired from having your cunt stretched and savagely pounded, your eyes behind to feel heavy.

“I love you my sweet thing,” Kai holds you in his arms and his heart beats insistently against your back.

“I love you too honey bun,” you breathe out, “shower?”

You knew your make up would be in a state by the way it was smudged across the surface of the blanket. Kai nods against your shoulder, leaving a kiss on your skin before he’s out of the bed, and heading towards the bathroom, beckoning you to follow.

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