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I’ll give u a kiss if u write freak Azzi

i gotchu queen. it's one of my favs to write ngl. azzi's literally perfect.😜

The Fucking Menace

pairing: freak!azzi x paige

warning: smut

Paige knew Azzi was different from the jump.

Like, yeah—she had been with girls before. Plenty of them. She had been good at it too. She knew how to take her time, knew what she was doing, knew exactly how to get a girl trembling underneath her.

But Azzi Fudd?

Azzi was a fucking menace.

Paige had figured it out piece by piece, but the first real clue came in the form of a text.

She had been at practice, minding her own damn business, stretching before drills, when her phone vibrated in her shorts. A quick glance at the screen showed Azzi with a little devil emoji next to her name.

Paige wasn’t dumb. She knew better than to open Azzi’s messages when she was in public. But her curiosity got the best of her. So she unlocked her phone, clicked the notification—

And nearly choked on her own breath.

It was a picture. A very NSFW picture. Azzi in front of her mirror, just a tiny pair of lace panties on, one hand between her thighs, the other holding her phone.

And the caption?

“Thinking about how good you stretch me out. Hurry up and come home.”

Paige’s soul left her body.

She locked her phone so fast she almost fumbled it, eyes darting around the gym, praying to God nobody saw her reaction. But damn, she was already flushed. Already ready to call practice early and haul ass back to her apartment.

And the worst part?

Azzi knew what she was doing.

She loved this shit. Loved getting Paige all worked up when she couldn’t do anything about it. Loved knowing Paige was sitting there, thighs clenched, trying to focus on basketball when all she could think about was Azzi’s bare skin, the little arch of her back, the fucking smirk she had on her face in that damn picture.

And when Paige finally got home that night?

Azzi was waiting for her—stretched out on Paige’s bed like a damn meal, one of Paige’s hoodies barely covering her, eyes dark with amusement.

Paige had dropped her bag on the floor, standing in the doorway, just looking at her.

“You are so unserious.”

Azzi had just grinned. “You liked it, though.”

Paige had swallowed hard. “Obviously.”

Azzi had sat up slow, biting her lip. “Then why are you still standing there?”

And that was how Paige ended up on her knees between Azzi’s thighs within five minutes of walking through the door.

But that was just one example.

Because Azzi wasn’t just a freak over text—she was unhinged in bed, too.

She had no shame. None.

She liked to talk Paige through it, liked to tell her exactly how good she felt, how much she loved it.

“Fuck, baby, this dick is so deep— look at you, stroking me like you wanna put a baby in me—shit, you know this pussy is all yours, right?*”

Paige could barely function when Azzi started talking like that.

And it wasn’t just dirty talk. Azzi was always down to try shit. If Paige so much as hinted at something new, Azzi would tilt her head all innocent-like and go, “Oh? You wanna try that? Okay, bet.”

And then she would show out.

Paige had never met a girl who could take strap like Azzi. It made no damn sense. She could go round after round, still talking her shit, still asking for more. Paige had tested her limits so many times and Azzi had never once tapped out first.

And the craziest thing?

Azzi had favorites.

Like, she would be riding Paige’s strap, hands planted on her chest, taking it like she was born for it, and she’d be talking—talking, like she wasn’t losing her mind.

“Mmm, fuck—this my favorite way to fuck you, baby— you like watching me take it? Like watching my pussy stretch around you? Shit— you love it when I bounce on it, don’t you?*”

And Paige? Paige was clenching the sheets, jaw slack, barely holding on for dear life.

Every time she thought she had the upper hand, Azzi flipped the script.

Paige was topping, sure. She was in control, technically. But somehow, Azzi always had her exactly where she wanted her.

Like that time Paige had her pinned down, strapping her slow and deep, thinking she was in charge—

Only for Azzi to wrap her arms around her, pull her close, and whisper, “C’mon, baby, you know I like it nasty. Go harder.”

Paige had nearly blacked out on the spot.

She did go harder. She did whatever Azzi told her to do, every single time.

Because Azzi Fudd was a different breed.

And Paige?

Paige was never not gonna give her exactly what she wanted.

[rosemariiaa]

~Just for you~

𐙚— pairing: Paige x Azzi

𐙚— rosie’s note: happy freak friday & valentine’s day babies!! today is the day to be nastyyyy, but i also like edging y’all🫦, idk if this is the best but i tried? happy reading lovelies 💌

𐙚— link: rosie’s bookshelf

𐙚— themes: sexual content, sub!p, dom!azzi, language, nasty gfssss

enjoy!!!

The apartment door slammed shut behind them, the sound of basketball shoes scuffing against the floor as Paige bounced in. “34 points! 34 points!” Paige yelled with glee, not letting go of her excitement as she hyped up her girlfriend, circling her like she was some kind of superstar. “Did you see those threes, Azzi? I told you you’d kill it today!”

Azzi, still catching her breath from the game, rolled her eyes with a grin. “Yeah, yeah, I was great. But aren’t you supposed to be heading back to your place?” She teased, grabbing a bottle of water from the counter.

Paige immediately slowed, a frown crossing her face. She reached out, pulling Azzi closer by the waist, resting her chin on her shoulder. “What? I thought I was stayin here tonight?” Paige’s voice dropped to a mock-whiny tone, practically clinging to Azzi.

Azzi chuckled softly but pulled away slightly, her hands finding the hem of her shirt. “Nope. You’re supposed to go home. No sleepovers tonight,” she said playfully.

Paige pouted, but she wasn’t giving up. “Please, Az, just tonight?” she asked, her voice almost too soft to resist. “C’mon, I’ll be good, I promise.”

Azzi shot a quick glance over her shoulder. “You’re really pushing your luck, but I guess you can stay…for now.”

Paige lit up, following Azzi into the bedroom like a lost puppy. Azzi sighed, walking to her dresser to pick out some fresh clothes. “I’m changing, so no peeking, kay?” she said, half-joking, half-serious.

“Can’t help it,” Paige replied, leaning against the doorframe, watching her girlfriend. Azzi was so beautiful, her hair falling in messy curls around her face as she began to strip off her sweat-soaked shirt and pants, leaving her in nothing but a sports bra and panties.

Paige’s gaze didn’t leave her. She leaned closer, her lips curling into a grin as she watched Azzi move with ease, taking in every inch of her body. Azzi turned around to grab something off the bed, catching Paige staring. “Why’re you such a creep?” Azzi raised an eyebrow, clearly amused.

Paige grinned and pushed off the doorframe. “The queen is not a creep. Respect me,” she teased, but her voice was low and sultry. Azzi snorted at her, shaking her head before she bent down to toss her clothes into the hamper.

Paige’s eyes were glued to her girlfriend’s figure, and before she could stop herself, her hand reached out, delivering a quick smack to Azzi’s ass. Azzi straightened up quickly, rubbing the spot and glaring playfully over her shoulder.

“Really, P?” she asked with a soft laugh, though it didn’t hide the growing warmth in her chest.

Paige, grinning mischievously, reached forward, pulling Azzi toward her by the arms. “What can I say? That shit fat.”

Azzi chuckled, her breath catching when Paige squeezed her ass. She turned around, meeting Paige’s gaze with a smirk. “I see.” She bit her lip, her hands moving to Paige’s chest, teasing her for a moment before she let her fingers trail down to her hips. “You’ve got no shame, huh?”

Paige’s heart raced as she grinned, leaning in to kiss Azzi, slow and deep. Her hands slid lower, landing on Azzi’s ass again, this time giving it a firmer squeeze. Azzi gasped, her body pressing into Paige’s as she melted into the kiss. A soft moan slipped from her lips as Paige’s hands continued to explore, smacking her ass once more.

Azzi’s hips bucked into Paige’s touch, her body responding to the heat. “Paige,” she whispered, her voice needy but soft.

Paige smiled against her lips, her fingers moving to trace the waistband of Azzi’s panties. “You like that?” Paige muttered, her breath coming out in short bursts as her hands slid lower, teasing Azzi even more.

Azzi let out a soft groan, nodding. “Yeah, I like it,” she whispered. “I like when you touch me like that.”

Paige’s lips curled into a grin as she gently squeezed again, watching Azzi’s face flush with desire. “So fuckin hot,” Paige murmured, her voice husky with need.

Azzi met her gaze, her eyes dark and full of desire. “Paige,” she breathed, her hands moving to the back of Paige’s neck, pulling her in for another kiss.

Paige groaned in response, her hands still exploring Azzi’s body. She didn’t want to stop, not now, not when Azzi was so close, so ready for her. “Please,” Paige whispered, her voice breaking with need. “Pleas- Az, need you.”

Azzi pulled away just enough to catch her breath, looking at Paige with a soft smile. “You’ll get me, just be patient.”

Paige nodded quickly, her lips hovering near Azzi’s. “Kay,” she murmured, her voice dripping with desperation. “I’ll wait.”

Azzi ran her fingers through Paige’s hair, her touch gentle as she kissed her forehead. “Good girl,” she whispered, her voice soothing, but laced with desire. “Just a little longer.”

Paige, still desperate but willing to listen, nodded. “Okay. Yeah mhm.”

Azzi presses another kiss to Paige’s lips, her fingers trailing down her side as she pulls back just enough to meet Paige’s eyes.

“Wanna shower with me?” she asks, her voice low and sultry, a smile playing at the corner of her lips. Paige nods quickly, eager to follow her, and they make their way to the bathroom. Azzi undresses first, starting the water, while Paige’s eyes linger on her, taking in the sight of her bare skin.

As Paige steps into the shower first, Azzi smacks her ass playfully, making Paige jump and turn around with a grin. “Bruh,” she laughs, but Azzi only giggles, shushing her as she moves past her.

“Get in so I can,” Azzi teases, sending a wink Paige’s way as they both stand under the hot water. Azzi grabs the loofah, lathering it with soap as she starts washing her body. Paige can’t help but watch, her eyes tracing the curves of Azzi’s figure, fighting the urge to do more than just stare.

Azzi catches Paige’s gaze in the mirror and raises an eyebrow, “Wanna bite?” she murmurs, her voice teasing yet firm.

Paige, still fighting the ache in her chest, remembers Azzi’s earlier request to be patient. She takes a breath, trying to hold back, but then she bites her lip and looks at Azzi, finally giving in.

“Fuck it,” Paige mutters under her breath, before pinning Azzi against the shower wall with a kiss. Azzi gasps softly but doesn’t pull away, instead her hands instinctively travel to Paige’s breast, fingers pressing softly into the fat.

Paige kisses her harder, mumbling against her lips, “Need you, Az. I can’t wait anymore, please.”

Azzi’s eyes flash with something darker, her lips curling into a smirk. “Shhh okay,” she whispers, holding Paige’s face gently, but firmly. “Gotta be quiet, baby. KK’s right in the other room, remember?”

Paige nods, biting her lip, but Azzi doesn’t let her off that easy. She presses a soft kiss to Paige’s forehead and then speaks again, her voice taking on a more commanding tone. “Y’gonna be good for mommy?” Azzi asks, one hand slipping to Paige’s waist, pulling her even closer. “Don’t want to hear a sound unless I say so. Got it?”

Paige, breathless, nods eagerly, her hands gripping Azzi’s waist as she kisses her neck, murmuring, “Yes, I understand.”

Azzi smiles softly, rubbing her thumb over Paige’s cheek, her lips brushing over Paige’s with a whisper of, “That’s my girl.”

Then Azzi’s fingers started roaming slow, teasing, almost experimenting with the way Paige reacted. She traced soft lines over her skin, light enough to make Paige shiver. The contrast of the warm water from the shower against their skin heightened every sensation, and Paige’s breath hitched as Azzi’s fingers continued their deliberate path. Every little touch, every brush of skin, made Paige’s pulse race, her body reacting to Azzi in a way she couldn’t control.

Paige closed her eyes, letting herself lose in the feel of it, but her hands still gripped Azzi’s body, as if grounding herself, as if trying to hold onto something real in the moment. Azzi’s lips pressed against Paige’s neck, kissing, biting softly in all the right places that made Paige’s breath catch.

Azzi’s hands roamed lower until they reached paige’s wet pussy, not because of the water, but because of Azzi. She started moving her fingers in small circles at first on Paige’s clit, just enough to draw out a low sigh from Paige’s throat. But with each passing moment, the pressure and pace increased, matching the growing heat between them. Paige gasped, her lips parted in a breathless moan, a soft sound that filled the space between them. Azzi pulled away from the kiss, her eyes catching Paige’s desperate gaze, watching her reactions, studying her every move.

“You like this, don’t you?” Azzi murmured softly, her voice low, but the hint of something teasing in her tone. She slid her hand lower teasing Paige’s entrance with her finger, sliding her finger tip in and out then moving it back up to her clit rubbing faster, feeling the tremble in Paige’s body, the way she tried to stifle her every breath. “Gotta be quiet for me, babe.

Paige nodded quickly, too caught up in the sensation to speak. The water from the shower sprayed over them, mixing with the heat of their bodies, and Paige’s mind was fogging up. Azzi’s fingers finally went inside Paige’s tight hole, not even bothering to thrust slowly allowing her to adjust to her finger, each stroke now faster than the last, her movements controlled, making Paige squirm with need. The gentle pressure of Azzis long fingers turned into something sharper, something that made Paige’s stomach tighten, the desire coursing through her too strong to ignore.

Paige couldn’t keep it in anymore. “Azzi,” she breathed out, her voice unsteady, as if she was trying to beg for more without knowing what to say. She wanted her, needed her, but the intensity was making it hard to think clearly.

Azzi’s fingers moved deeper curling up just right, the pad of her thumb pressing on on her bud just the right way, making Paige’s chest rise and fall faster. “Shhh,” Azzi whispered, her lips brushing against Paige’s ear, “I’ve got you. Just trust me, baby.”

Paige’s body shuddered under her touch, and she couldn’t help the way her hips jerked forward, trying to meet Azzi’s every movement. She tried to keep her voice steady, but it was difficult as her body betrayed her with every stroke. “Fuckkk baby,” Paige whispered, her words barely audible, barely coherent as she tried to control herself. “Don’t stop, Az. Please…”

Azzi’s eyes darkened, the satisfaction evident in the way her fingers continued their steady pace, drawing out every reaction she wanted from Paige, making her bite her lip so hard to keep quiet she almost drew blood from it. “I won’t stop, baby,” she promised, pressing her body closer, “y’gonna cum for me? Can you do that?”

Paige nodded, squeezing her eyes shut. The pressure Azzi was creating was more than she could handle, but she didn’t want it to stop. Azzi kept her in that dizzying place between pleasure and control, not giving her the relief she craved until Paige was right on the edge, her breath catching in her throat.

Azzi’s voice was a soft whisper, almost playful as she looked at Paige’s face, watching her unravel slowly. “Gotta be quiet” she whispered , her lips curling into a smile as she saw the desperate look in Paige’s eyes.

Paige could barely manage a nod, but the way her body responded, the way she clenched around Azzi’s fingers, told her everything Azzi needed to know. Paige wanted more—wanted her more—and Azzi would give it to her, but only if she was good.

Paige is still catching her breath when Azzi moves lower now removing her fingers out of Paige, her hands firm on her thighs as she kneels in front of her. She takes her time, letting her gaze linger on Paige’s throbbing clit, and her cubt clenching around nothing, drinking her in. Paige feels her face heat under the attention, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths.

“Az,” she whispers, fingers twitching against the cool tile. There’s hesitation in her voice, like she’s already unraveling, like she isn’t sure she can handle more.

Azzi just hums, rubbing slow, soothing circles into Paige’s skin. “You’re okay, baby,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh. “Let me take care of you.”

Paige shivers, her grip tightening where she’s bracing herself against the wall. “I—Az, I don’t know if—”

“You can,” Azzi interrupts gently, her voice warm, steady. Her lips brush over sensitive pussy, before she glances up, eyes locked on Paige’s. “Be good for me, yeah?”

Paige exhales shakily, nodding before she can think twice.

“That’s my girl,” Azzi says, smiling softly against her skin before finally giving in.

The first lick of Azzi’s tongue has Paige gasping, her body tensing, one hand flying to Azzi’s damp curls like she needs something to hold onto. Azzi doesn’t rush—she moves her tongue and mouth with purpose, firm but unhurried, like she has all the time in the world to pull Paige apart.

Paige lets out a choked sound, her head dropping back. “Azzi shittt—”

“Shhh,” Azzi soothes, squeezing her thigh, keeping her steady. “Gotta be quiet, baby.”

Paige bites her lip, nodding, but it’s getting harder to stay quiet, her breath coming in quick, uneven pants. Azzi doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up, her tongue dipping in and out of Paige’s hole and running up and down her folds, her hands firm, grounding.

“Mommy,” Paige tries again, her voice smaller this time. “I—I’m—”

Azzi presses another kiss to her clit. “I know, baby,” she whispers. “I got you.” She then sucks Paiges now burning pink clit faster and harder as Paiges legs are no shaking against her, her wetness dripping onto Azzi’s. Making the younger girl moan against her cunt and lick it all up.

Azzi stands up, pressing a lingering kiss to Paige’s lips, “You were so good for me baby.” her voice softer now, their breaths mingling as they slowly come back down. She strokes a hand through Paige’s damp hair before stepping out of the shower first, reaching for a towel.

The second her back is turned, Paige smacks her ass, the sound echoing through the small bathroom.

Azzi jolts, whipping around with a glare. “Ouch, you’re gonna leave a bruise,” she huffs, rubbing the spot.

Paige steps out, completely unbothered, a lazy grin on her face. “Good,” she says, reaching for a towel—only to realize there isn’t one for her.

She frowns. “Where’s mine?”

Azzi secures her own towel around her body, looking Paige up and down with amusement. “Well, maybe if you went to your own apartment, you’d have a towel.”

Paige rolls her eyes, crossing her arms. “Whatever. Don’t act like you didn’t want me here.”

Azzi lifts a brow, playing along. “I didn’t.”

Paige steps closer, tilting her head, smirking. “Mm, you have a funny way of showing it, ma.”

Azzi’s mouth opens, then closes. No comeback. Paige grins. “That’s what I thought.”

Azzi scoffs, muttering a quiet “Whatever” as she turns to the mirror, reaching for her toothbrush. Paige, still completely bare, doesn’t bother moving away. Instead, she stands behind Azzi, wrapping her arms around her waist, pressing against her back. Through the mirror, Azzi watches her, her grip on the toothbrush tightening.

Paige’s eyes are locked on her reflection, a smirk tugging at her lips. She leans in, pressing a kiss to Azzi’s cheek, whispering against her skin, “You look nervous. You got nothin’ to be nervous about.”

Azzi swallows, eyes flickering to Paige’s in the mirror. “I’m not,” she mumbles, toothbrush moving hastily in her mouth.

Paige hums, letting her hands rest on Azzi’s stomach. “Mhm. You played so good today, Im so proud of you,” she murmurs, her voice low, genuine.

Azzi’s lips twitch around the toothbrush, her gaze softening. “Thank you, baby.”

Paige presses another kiss to her cheek. “Mm, you’re welcome.”

Azzi leans forward, bending slightly to spit into the sink, her ass pressing right back against Paige’s hips. Paige stills, eyes dropping to the contact, her grip on Azzi’s waist tightening just slightly. Her bottom lip catches between her teeth, her breath hitching as Azzi leans down further, practically bending over to rinse her mouth.

Paige stays still, watching, her fingers twitching against Azzi’s skin.

Paige doesn’t even think about it—her hands move instinctively, sliding down to Azzi’s waist, fingers pressing into damp, warm skin as she pulls her back, pressing her even closer. Azzi lets out a small, sharp breath, her body reacting before her mind catches up.

Her hands brace against the counter, grip tightening, eyes flickering up to the mirror. Paige is standing right behind her, taller, bare, her gaze dark and steady as she watches Azzi’s every move. The room suddenly feels smaller, the space between them nonexistent.

Azzi shifts slightly, resting her weight on one elbow, tilting her head just enough to meet Paige’s eyes through the mirror. “What are you doing, Paigey?” she murmurs, her voice quieter now, curious, teasing.

Paige’s lips curl into a slow, lazy smirk, but she doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she leans in, her chest pressing against Azzi’s back, her breath warm as it fans over the younger girl’s shoulder.

“Mm,” Paige hums, fingers tightening just slightly on Azzi’s waist, thumbs stroking slow, deliberate circles. “Dunno. You tell me, baby.”

Azzi’s eyes flicker between Paige’s in the mirror, her voice dropping to a soft murmur. “What’re you thinking about?”

Paige exhales slowly, her grip on Azzi’s waist flexing just a little tighter. Her lips part like she’s hesitating, like maybe she shouldn’t say it—but then she does anyway.

“Wanna strap you up.”

Azzi’s breath hitches, her fingers gripping the edge of the counter for just a second before she straightens up. Slowly, she turns in Paige’s hold, her dark eyes locked onto the older girl’s, searching, testing. She tilts her chin up slightly, watching Paige’s reaction, before reaching for the knot in her towel, fingers working it loose.

She doesn’t break eye contact as she lets the fabric slip from her body, the towel pooling at her feet, leaving her completely bare in front of Paige. There’s something so deliberate in the way she does it, the slow reveal of skin, the unspoken challenge in her gaze.

Paige swallows hard, her pupils blown wide, her lips parting slightly as she drinks in the sight of her. She doesn’t even try to hide the way her eyes roam, how they trace every curve, every inch, completely enraptured. She licks her lips absently, like she’s trying to wet her suddenly dry mouth, like she’s trying to gather herself—but it’s useless.

“Fuck,” Paige mutters under her breath, her voice rough, almost reverent.

Azzi just watches her, the smallest, knowing smirk tugging at her lips, waiting.

This is gonna be a long night.

[bapeach]

Valentine's Day

Anyone else suck at writing summaries for their stories? Anyways, happy belated Valentine's! I hadn't planned on writing a Valentine's related story, but here we are. Hope you all enjoy! Constructive criticism is always welcome :D Find my masterlist here :)

Pairing(s): Paige Bueckers x female!reader  Word count: 4.8k+ Warnings: a bit clinché, swearing, long-distance Summary: Valentine's Day isn't so bad when you get to call with your long-distance best friend, except things don't really go the way you planned. You're not mad about it, though. ------------

Valentine's Day. A day loved by many and hated by even more. 

You belonged in the latter category. Why did couples need an extra day to celebrate their relationship? Why would you require an extra day to be nice to your partner when you should do that any other day as well? The only thing this holiday does is make single people feel bad. You’re not bitter about it or anything, it’s just a fact, okay fine, you’re a little salty.

Today is another Valentine that you’re spending single, but this time at least you have plans! While most of your friends were going to be off on dates, you were going to be calling your long-distance best friend and making fun of the whole holiday. To say you were excited to talk to the girl was an understatement.

Being a student-athlete wasn’t easy, Paige had complained about her busy schedule enough for you to know. Not that she had to, you could tell how exhausted she was whenever she found a bit of time to call you between school, homework, and basketball. It saddened you to know the blonde was wearing herself out completely to be the perfect student while also making sure she’s the best basketball player she can be. She barely ever has time to relax, and you’re scared she’s going to give herself a burn-out.

You were glad Paige found time today to hang out with you. You’ve missed her more than you thought you could ever miss anyone, not having heard her voice in weeks and only having gotten short messages to let you know she’s still alive. 

“Everyone is gonna be out and about on friday after practice so I’ll have the dorm to myself, FaceTime at 10:30?” Her message had read last Sunday, and you’d immediately agreed. While you knew the Valentine’s Day hangout was just a friendly hangout between best friends, you liked pretending it would be a date. 

When you met Paige, you never thought you’d ever fall for her so deeply, let alone be such good friends with her. But here you were, 6 years later, with the biggest crush on her.

When your mom sent you to a random month-long summer camp when you were 16, you’d protested with your whole being. You’d much rather stay home, bundled up on the couch all summer, re-reading your favorite book series, not going to a random camp out in the wild. “You’ll learn so much stuff! And you’ll make friends for life!” She’d said, making you roll your eyes. You didn’t believe a word she’d said, knowing that even if you managed to make friends, you’d only talk to them for that summer and maybe a month after.

You didn’t meet Paige until a week into camp. Her cabin was nowhere near yours, and so you weren’t in the same activity groups as her. One of your roommates had met her one night when she couldn’t sleep and went on a walk. She said you two would get along well, but the more she talked about the blonde, the less likely it seemed to you.

While you were shy, loved staying in, let people walk all over you, and were a bit of a teacher’s pet, 16-year-old Paige was the complete opposite. She was outgoing and friendly, and she loved teasing people even when she didn’t know them. She preferred the outdoors, getting restless when she had to stay in and couldn’t play her sports. She loved breaking the rules and always seemed to get away with it too, her charisma being able to charm all the camp leaders.

When your cabinmate had called her over during dinner, you were incredibly intimidated by the taller girl. She towered over you with a big grin, her blue eyes wide and full of mischief. She was loud and immediately set her eyes on you when she noticed your quietness. When your friends had joked about how shy you were, she’d only grinned wider, saying she was going to get you to come out of your shell.

She managed to win you over a lot faster than you dared to admit. After that dinner, she was always able to spot you in the crowd, coming over to tease you or introduce you to more people. Within a week, you two were glued at the hip. She managed to do what she said she would, making you a little less afraid to speak your mind, while you were able to bring a calm to her that no one knew existed.

You swore saying goodbye to her at the end of camp was one of the hardest things you’d ever had to do. You were quite dramatic at times. Sadly, you’d been right about the not staying friends thing. You two sent each other two letters once camp was over and called five times before life got too busy with school, extracurriculars, and new friends. After that, you didn’t talk for two years.

The next time you saw her again, you thought you were dreaming. You were touring different universities and had just finished the UConn one. Paige had managed to get even taller, her muscles were more defined, and she’d finally found her style. You thought you were mistaken at first, but then her bright eyes found yours, and a wide smile made its way onto her face. She excused herself from the conversation she was in and jogged over to you, not letting you say more than a hi before pulling you into a hug. You let yourself fall into the comfortable, familiar feeling, sinking into her as you hug her back.

This time, when you two parted and said you’d stay in touch, you actually did. Sadly, you didn’t end up going to UConn, instead choosing a university over two hours away from the blonde. Keeping in contact was easier now that you were older and more mature. You called each other multiple times a month, texting almost daily, and even met up IRL whenever you could. You’d attended quite a few of her games, and she even surprised you on your birthday last year.

That birthday is your favorite one so far. Paige had surprised you with flowers and a book you’d been wanting for ages. She spoiled you like crazy that day, even staying the night at your dorm before having to go back to UConn. The day after was the day you realized you were head over heels for her. You became aware of the fact that the butterflies you felt in your stomach weren’t just from being excited at seeing your best friend, they were actually because you had a crush on her.

You never told her about your feelings, however. You figured she only saw you as a friend and knew that there were hundreds of girls throwing themselves at her feet, so why would she choose someone who didn’t even live in the same state as her? 

You shake yourself out of your thoughts as you readjust yourself on your bed. Seeing it’s already 10:28, you open your camera to make sure you look okay. Patting down the flyaway hairs, you smile at your reflection. Closing the app, you grab your water bottle to take a sip and calm your growing nerves.

Knowing you’ll be even more nervous if you keep staring at the seconds tick by, you open TikTok and scroll on your FYP to pass the time. You quickly realize that wasn’t the best idea, seeing as there are only edits of Paige on your screen. Your face becomes a bright red as you watch the videos and save them all. You close the app after seeing an edit that makes you feel certain things, fanning your face as you try to get rid of your blush. 

When you look at the time again, you shake your head in amusement. 10:35. In the years that you’ve known the blonde, there haven’t been many instances in which the girl has been on time. Usually, it bothers you to no end when someone is late. It makes you feel as though they don’t respect you enough to be on time. With the blonde, it’s different, however. 

It’s cute to see her all flustered, apologizing again and again for her tardiness. It makes you laugh when she pouts at you, complaining about how her laptop had to do another update, how her alarm didn’t go off, or how Geno always has it out for her during the practices before a call. You grin when she leaves out the part where she was once again being a menace at practice, teasing her about it after Nika texts you to let you know Paige will be late and why.

You send her a quick text, asking if she managed to piss off Geno again, before checking to see if the Croatian had texted you anything. After another 5 minutes pass, you frown a little, slightly worried about the blonde. When your phone buzzes, you sit up straighter, fluffing up your hair a bit as you prepare to start the call. Grabbing your phone, you expect a “Sorry I’m late! You ready?” message, but you deflate instead.

“Hey, sorry I can’t call 2day, feeling exhausted, rain check?” It reads.

Of course, this isn’t the first time Paige has had to cancel on you. You understood that her busy schedule left her incredibly exhausted, and you knew she hated herself every time she had to cancel. Usually she pushed through, calling you anyway and falling asleep within 10 minutes of the call. She’d apologize profusely, a big frown on her face as her eyes turn a murky blue in sadness. You always told her you didn’t mind, you actually found it cute how her tired eyes would slowly blink at you before finally closing. 

The fact that she actually canceled this time meant she didn’t feel good at all, so you let her know it was okay and that you’d talk soon. Once you wish her sweet dreams as she goes to take a nap, you close your laptop with more force than necessary. 

While you typically wouldn’t mind all that much, you did this time. You missed her like crazy, you hadn’t had the easiest week, all your friends were out having fun, and to top it all off, you were about to have your period, making you even crankier than usual. You sit in silence for a moment as you try to blink away your tears. You press your palms to your eyes as you shake your head. Slapping your cheeks softly, you try to snap out of it. “Don’t be such a little baby,” you think to yourself.

You get up and stretch before pausing in the middle of the room. You look around a little lost, unsure of what to do now that your plans fell through. You bite your lip as you think about the tub of ice cream you left in your freezer for when you had a bad day. You pout as you realize you’ll spend yet another Valentine’s Day watching a cheesy movie that’ll make you cry into your ice cream.

Right as you’re about to open the freezer, you hear a knock at the door. You throw your head back, holding in a groan as you debate pretending no one is home. You knew it was most likely your roommate, who knew you were going to be home, having forgotten her keys again, so you make your way over to the door. 

You take a quick peek into the mirror to check if your eyes look red from your mini breakdown, silently cursing when they do. Rolling your eyes at yourself, you open the door, ready to tell your roommate to not mention it.

You freeze as your jaw drops open. Paige is standing in the hallway, holding a bouquet of red roses and a big teddy bear, a wide smile carved on her face. “Surprise,” she says, her voice soft as she takes you in. You cover your mouth with your hand as tears well up in your eyes again. “Damn these hormones,” you think, blinking to make them go away.

Seeing your watery eyes, the blonde’s smile softens as she mutters a “C’mere.” You fall into her open arms, squeezing her tightly as you nuzzle your face into the crook of her neck. Paige leans her head against yours, pressing a gentle kiss against your temple. She slowly shuffles you backward into your dorm, using her foot to close the door behind her.

Once you realize the way you’re gripping onto her, you let her go, heat creeping up your face. You feel a bit embarrassed, but the feeling gets taken over by the happiness of finally being near the blonde again. “What’re you doing here?” You breathe out as you look at her in childlike wonder. “Wanted to spend Valentine’s with my favorite girl,” she replies, shoving the flowers and bear towards you. The butterflies in your stomach flutter around as you take the gifts with a wide smile, your cheeks bright red at the nickname.

You quickly put the flowers in a vase with some water before setting the teddy bear down on the couch. When you turn back towards Paige, you see her already staring at you with a soft look in her eyes. You skip back over to her, flinging yourself back into her arms, making her chuckle. “Thank you,” you mutter against her shirt, fondness seeping through in your voice.

You pull back slightly with a loving smile, looking up at her but not leaving her arms. She moves one hand away from your back, bringing it towards your face as she rubs your cheek. “Anything for you,” she mumbles as she takes in your face like she’s trying to memorize every bit of it. You can feel your face heat up, but you can’t look away. Your heart beats faster as you admire her, waiting to see what’s on her mind as you see different emotions swim around in her eyes. 

Softly clearing her throat, she steps back nervously as she takes an envelope out of her pocket. She shifts her weight from foot to foot as she looks down at the envelope, her throat bobbing as she swallows harshly. “I, uh,” she starts, biting her lip before looking up at you with an anxious yet hopeful look. “This is for you,” she says, handing you the envelope. You raise an eyebrow at her as you ask, “What’s this?”

“Jus open it,” she says, fidgeting with her sleeve. You open the envelope tentatively, a little nervous at how anxious the usually confident girl is. Folding open the pink letter, you scan the page, smelling her perfume as if she sprayed it on the paper. You smile in adoration as you see the usual scribbly handwriting, this time a little less messy. Taking a quick glance at the girl, you see her rub her neck, nodding at you to read it. Your heart skips a beat as you read the words. 

It’s… It’s a love confession. 

You grip the paper a little tighter as you read about how Paige has had a crush on you for the past two years and how much you mean to her. Your eyes stay glued to the page until you reach the end. “Will you be my valentine?” The last sentence reads.

You look up at her in shock, excitement bubbling in your chest. The athlete is still looking at you, her eyes wide and hopeful. “Really?” You whisper, not wanting to break the intimate atmosphere. She nods her head as she bites her lip shyly. A broad smile spreads across your face as you nod enthusiastically. “Yes!” You say, your voice a bit higher as you’re unable to contain your joy.

“Yeah?” Paige grins, her confident, cheerful self showing again. She grabs you again, lifting you up as she twirls you around. You can’t help the laugh that escapes your lips at the giddiness you’re feeling. “Okay, uhh, I’ve made dinner plans for tonight, but I was thinking we could just chill here for a bit and then go get lunch in that cute little café we went to last time I was here!” The blue-eyed girl beams.

You’re already nodding your head before she finishes her sentence, knowing you’d do anything with the girl. Seeing as you still have some time before you need to start getting ready, you drag the basketball player to your couch. You let her sit down first before settling down next to her and swinging your legs over her lap. You’d been in this position plenty of times before, but those times never felt as intimate as this time.

Your heart thrums in your chest as Paige immediately rests her hands on your legs, rubbing them softly as she relaxes into her seat. You hold your new teddy bear against your chest as you watch the blonde fondly. Catching you staring, she sends you a smirk, making you look down with a chuckle.

“So, how’d you manage to get coach to let you skip practice?” You ask, your head tilted in question. “Oh, that was easy, he loves me, so he said he’d let me skip for once,” she replies smoothly. You huff out a laugh as she says that, mischief clear in her eyes. “You’re such a liar,” you grin back. “Okay, okay, maybe that’s not exactly how it went,” she rolls her eyes playfully. You look at her triumphantly as she gives your leg a little squeeze, more amused than annoyed that you caught her. “He said I could skip, but that my next practice is gonna be extra hard.” 

You look at her in amusement but also slight worry. “You didn’t have to do this, you know? I would’ve been happy with just a phone call. I don’t want you to work yourself to the point of passing out,” you reply, your brows furrowed slightly in concern. She shakes her head, bringing one hand to your face to smooth out your frown. “I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. Besides, I think I would’ve gone insane if I didn’t see you soon,” she says, her voice more vulnerable than you’re used to.

Your lips curve back into a smile as she continues. “And stop worrying about me so much, I’m okay. If things get too much, I’ll let you know, I promise.” She sticks out her pinky finger, grinning at you as you interlace yours with hers.

You two keep talking until it’s time to get ready for lunch. Seeing as Paige is already dressed, you leave her on your couch as you walk up to your closet to pick a nice outfit before running to the bathroom to put yourself together. Once you’re satisfied, you return to the couch, blushing as you see the blonde check you out. You raise your eyebrow and send her a teasing grin, letting her know you caught her. She simply sends you a smirk back as she gets up.

There’s not a moment of silence on the way to the café as you two talk about the latest things in your lives. You talk about classes, basketball, family, friends, and the weird dreams you’ve had. The conversation continues to flow during lunch and into the afternoon as you walk around the city with Paige. A smile is permanently etched into your face as you stroll around with your hand in the blonde’s. While her hand is a bit rough from playing so much basketball, it’s still very soft. She rubs her thumb across your knuckles as she animatedly talks about the shenanigans she’s been up to with the team.

When you stop for ice cream, you order your favorite flavor before noticing Paige taking another flavor you love. It confuses you a little, knowing she doesn’t really like it, but you don’t really pay any mind to it as you continue rambling about what your professor did last class. When you sit down, you enjoy your ice cream as you listen to the girl in front of you. She takes small bites in between sentences, making her still have half of it left when you’re done with yours. As she talks, she starts feeding you some of her cup, making you smile at how cheesy you two are being. You don’t mind, though, this is exactly what you’d dreamed of.

When you notice the blonde isn’t eating her ice cream anymore, only feeding you, you go to protest. You don’t get the chance to, however, as the girl knew what you were up to. She quickly shoves another spoonful into your mouth when you open it to speak, rolling your eyes playfully. She grins as she shrugs a little.

Once you two are done, you walk back towards your dorm, silently thanking your roommate for having her own plans and not being home. Once inside, you guide the blonde to your bed, plopping down as you put on a random show for background sounds. You spend hours talking about everything and nothing, laughing harder than you have in months. 

“So, this dinner, where are we going?” You ask Paige as you crane your neck up from where you’re lying against her. She pretends to lock her mouth and throw away the key, making you roll your eyes. “You’re so unhelpful, y’know that?” She laughs, knowing it’s true. “Can you at least tell me what the vibe is? Do I need to dress fancy?” You question as you get up and walk over to your closet. You rifle through your options as the athlete speaks. “Semi-formal, I guess,” she shrugs, getting up herself. “Where are you going?” You ask as she starts walking towards the door. 

“Gonna grab my bag from my car, I’m not going to dinner in this outfit,” she replies, making you nod in understanding. Once she’s gone, you pause for a moment, pinching yourself to make sure you’re not dreaming. When you know for sure you’re not, you let out an excited squeal before calming yourself down and getting ready. Once you’re dressed, you sit down in front of your mirror to apply some light make-up.

You hear Paige walk back in, having borrowed your keys, as you’re applying mascara. Once you’re done, you look at her through the mirror and send her a bashful smile. She doesn’t smile back, too enthralled by your beauty. You shake your head as you giggle, grabbing your lip gloss. You lean in a bit closer to the mirror, applying a thin layer of gloss to make your lips shine. You glance over at Paige, seeing her eye the applicator as you glide it across your lips. She swallows harshly when you make eye contact, looking away sheepishly as she walks over to get ready in the bathroom. 

You scroll through Instagram as you wait for the blonde, liking the Valentine’s Day posts from your friends. When you hear the bathroom door open, you glance up, your throat going dry. Paige always looked gorgeous, but right now, you think she’s never looked better. She smiles softly at you as you take her in. She doesn’t tease you about the way you’re basically drooling over her, knowing she’s just as enamored.

“You look beautiful,” she says, grabbing your hand and giving it a soft squeeze. “Says you,” you grin with rosy cheeks. Her eyes twinkle with happiness as she leads you to the door. “Oh, one sec!” You mutter, running back towards your dresser to grab something. You quickly put the tiny box in your bag before walking back over to Paige. “Alright, I’m ready,” you say, rocking back and forth in excitement.

You walk towards the taller girl’s car in comfortable silence, your hand in hers, fingers interlinked. You let her open the passenger door for you, chuckling at her as she gives you a bow. “M’lady,” she tries to say seriously, but she can’t stop the smile growing on her face. “You’re such a dork,” you reply as you get in, hoping she doesn’t notice the bright color of your cheeks.

Once you two are on the road, Paige takes one hand off of the steering wheel, putting her arm on the center console. You look at it for a moment before grabbing her hand and interlacing your fingers once more. You take a peek at the blonde to see her reaction and feel your stomach flutter when you see her sporting a tiny, content smile.

Once you get to the restaurant, you look around in awe. It was beautiful. You still can’t believe that all of this is real. That Paige Bueckers, your best friend, is taking you out on a date and treating you like a queen. Your cheeks hurt from how much you’ve been smiling all day. 

You two share a bottle of wine as you enjoy your food, letting one another taste each other’s dishes, grinning when you find the other’s food better. You giggle as you switch your plates around, not paying any mind to the looks you’re receiving. After finishing your meal, you order dessert, sharing the sweet treat, feeling pretty full from dinner. 

Once you’re done, Paige pulls out a wrapped box with a tiny ribbon bow. For a moment you’re confused where it came from, but you quickly dismiss your confusion. “Paige, you didn’t have to get me anything! You’ve already paid for everything today,” you whine, feeling bad about how much the girl is spending on you. “Oh hush,” she says, “I love spoiling my girl.” “Your girl, huh?” You tease with a grin. She rolls her eyes lightheartedly. “Open itttt,” she says impatiently.

You giggle as you open it, letting out a gasp as you see the bracelet inside. “Paige…” you breathe out, “this is beautiful.” “Yeah? You like it?” She asks, hoping you’re speaking the truth. You nod eagerly, flashing her a toothy smile as you brush your thumb over the P charm. “I was scared it would be too possessive, giving you something with my initial on it for our first date,” she admits, scratching her temple. “I love it, P,” you say, letting her help you put it on.

You grab your bag, pulling out your own gift box. “You didn’t,” Paige grins as you hand it to her. “I did,” you grin back. “How? You didn’t even know I was coming today,” she asks, giving you a curious look. “I got this a while back and was just waiting for the perfect moment to give it to you,” you say, your heart drumming in your ears as you nervously wait for her reaction. Her face lights up at the sight of the new chain you’d gotten her. She lifts it out of the box, letting it shine in the dim restaurant lights.

She taps the tiny basketball pendant as it swings on the chain. The blonde sends you a radiant smile, her eyes shining with love. “Thank you,” she says, adoration clear in her voice. You raise one finger, making her pause. You rummage in your bag, grabbing a tiny plastic bag, before handing it to her with a smirk. She holds it close, laughing as she realizes what it is. Opening the bag, she grabs the tiny charm, twirling it between her fingers. “I see we had the same idea,” she smiles, her cheeks becoming a soft pink at the thought of wearing your initial on her neck. 

You help her put it on before waving over the waiter for the bill. You begrudgingly let Paige pay, knowing you’d never win that fight against her. You hold her hand as you walk towards her car, squeezing it softly. Your heart feels like it’s going to burst with joy and adoration. Once you reach the car, you look at the taller girl as she pauses. 

Her eyes flit over your face as she softly grabs your hips. She steps closer, gently pushing you against the car. She leans in closer, her eyes looking into yours with a questioning look. Your heart skips a beat as you nod lightly. The blue-eyed girl leans even closer, her lips hovering over yours for a moment to give you an extra second to change your mind. When you don’t, she presses her lips against yours in a slow but deep kiss. You grab her face, trying to pull her even closer as you close your eyes. After a minute, you pull away slightly to catch your breath. You move your hands towards her neck as you play with her baby hairs. The smile she sends you makes you weak in the knees, making you silently thank God that you’re leaning against the car. 

“Be mine?” Paige breathes, her question sounding almost like a statement. You don’t need to think twice as you nod, pulling her into another kiss.

You know it won’t be easy, being in a relationship while you’re miles apart, but you know that it’s all worth it when you get to call this amazing girl yours.

[imaginespazzi]

GUYS GUYS GUYS I FINALLY GET TO GIVE Y'ALL THOUGHTS AND HAVE THE YELLING BE OUT OF LOVE AND HYPE AND EXCITEMENT (should tell you in advance that a lot of this might be in cap because I'm so fucking happy)

AZZI FUDD

OH MY GOODNESS AZZI FUDD

LIKE BABYGIRL YOU HAD ME WORRIED A LITTLE BIT IN THE FIRST I CANNOT LIE LIKE I WAS GONNA HAVE TO MUTE YOU ON TWITTER AND SHIT

BUT THAT'S MY BAD CAUSE AZZI FUDD 3RD QUARTERS??? INSANE SHIT

Like honestly she was just....wow. Brilliant, spectacular, amazing. And I have to just point out what a testament this is to the growth in her mentality because there's a version of Azzi who would've gone 2-10 and then just stopped shooting. But not this one and man oh man was it freaking awesome. Also the 5 rebounds? Means the world to me actually. And what's being talked about less is that she played hella good defense today and kept Pao Pao from ever getting into a rhythm.

POINT GUARD PAIGE BUECKERS

WELCOME HOME SWEEHEART WE HAVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH

MY GOAT FINALLY GOT HER DOUBLE DOUBLE ALMOST A TRUPLE

You know what it didn't matter that, that basket coulda been the size of an ocean and Paige still might not able to get a ball through it because Paige was the heart of the offense. THAT'S MY LEADER. MY PG. MY OFFENSE MOVER. And she did it beautifully, all while occasionally having to defensively play PF.

SARAH MF-ING STRONG AMAZING AS PER ALWAYS. Like truly what is there to say about Sarah because she's just always so consistently good and that one half-court steal? OH I STOOD UP AND EVERYTHING

OH AND OF COURSE ANOTHER DOUBLE DOUBLE FOR MY NFOY

JANA EL ALFY BEST GAME OF THE SEASON AND OH MY GOD THAT HUSTLE??? Y'ALL SEE THAT HUSTLE? IT'S BEEN THERE ALL SEASON TBH BUT IT REALLY SHONE THROUGH TODAY AND THAT FIRST MOVE WHEN SHE CROSSED THAT GIRL OVER? OH THAT'S WHEN I REALLY STARTED TO BELIEVED. Just amazing work from MY center and miss girl didn't even miss a layup today I think (even if she did we didn't see it okay?)

ASHLYNN YEEHAW SHADE GIRL I HAVE YELLED AT YOU (and I still side-eye the hell out of you off the court for that follow) BUT M'AM YOU SHOWED UP! Those 3 threes really set the tone for the whole game and like she has all season, Ash hustled on the glass constantly and she saved some really important posessions.

KK GIRL THAT ENERGY BEEN CONSISTENT EVERY BIG MATCHUP AND YOUR TEAM FINALLY MATCHED IT! And those two fouls on Milaysia that she drew? Crucial shit forreal. Defense was great, made the right moves offensively AND DIDN'T GET BLOCKED ON A DRIVE!!

KC HAD A SOLID GAME!! Quiet 10 tbh I barely realized she'd gotten double digits but I did notice every basket and you could see her being aggressive about it and that's so important.

AUBREY BBG GOT SOME GOOD MINUTES TOO!!! Hard to say if she should've gotten more after such a dominant performance by but her presence is always great and I think really deflated SC, seeing her come off the bench in the 2nd half when we were already demolishing.

REBOUNDING REBOUNDING REBOUNDING. I been yelling all season and then we play the best rebounding team in the country an out-rebound them? SHUT ME UP UCONN

DEFENSE IN GENERAL? SO FUCKING GOOD. They couldn't get nothing going and we didn't do any of that overhelping shit (again mayhaps that's the adrenaline but even if we did, I didn't see it) and it was just lockdown at all time JUST AMAZING

And finally, no one I have yelled at more than Geno fucking Auriemma. AND THIS IS WHY. BECAUSE GRANDPA IS THE BEST COACH IN THE WORLD AND HAS BEEN FOR YEARS. AND WHEN HE REMEMBERS THAT AND COACHES LIKE IT, LOOK AT WHAT WE CAN DO. Like this man did everything right today. He gave the ball to Paige, he called the right timeouts, he ran the right plays at the right time, subbed the right people in and out the same time AND LIKE THIS IS MY FUCKING HALL OF FAME CAOCH. DO THIS EVERY GAME GODDAMN ION LIKE YELLING AT YOU EITHER GRANDPA.

MAN OH MAN I AM SO FREAKING PROUD OF THIS TEAM LIKE I CANNOT EVEN EXPLAIN TO Y'ALL JUST HOW PROUD I AM. THIS IS THE POTENTIAL THAT HAS BEEN THERE THE WHOLE TIME AND THEY JUST HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO SHOW AND LOOK AT THAT THEY FINALLY DID. AND MORE THAN ANYTHING ALL I WANTED FROM THIS TEAM IS TO JUST COME OUT AND LOOK LIKE THEY FUCKING WANTED IT AND THEY DID AND THEY GOT WHAT THEY WANTED JUST LIKE I KNEW THEY WOULD IF THEY JUST PLAYED TO WIN!!

[alwaysobsessed777]

Based this request off the pictures of Nika flexing at the top of your profile, plus the pictures she’s posted working out and then that video of her doing leg exercises and her quads looking insane- Nika’s girlfriend just being a simp for Nika and how strong, hot and beautiful she is but also being funny and telling her that Paige has bigger muscles than her now (which honestly might be true lol)

2 HANDS - N.M.

I honestly think I write for nika the best....idk what that's about

Back at the shared dorm rooms of the UConn women's basketball team, I laid on the couch waiting for my girlfriend to come back. None of the team really cared that was constantly around. Honestly, they probably enjoyed the fact that when I was around, Nika wasn't getting on to them about something.

My phone was starting to become boring, but at the last second, a edit of Nika popped up. The edit flowing with whatever song was trending on tiktok at the moment. The clips showing Nika frustrated or just looking fine.

As the video played over and over again, the sound of keys jiggling into the keyhole made me jump up. The door opening in a second.

"I mea-Babe....you okay?" Nika stopped mid conversation to ask me, my nervous state more obvious than I'd like. Her strides quick and determined as she made her way to me. Her hands holding my arms as she looked me in the eyes.

"uh...yeah...yep," I could hear the faint sound of the music playing over and over again in the back. My nerved sky rocketing as Nika grabbed my phone.

"holy shit..." her eyes seemed to light up a little, "you were watching edits of me."

Paige snickered, "she couldn't help herself, thinking of you at the gym and everything, twin!"

Heat rose to my cheeks, "I...i wasn't watching edits. It just so happened to come on as you came home." Paige mention of the gym made my thoughts run back to what Nika looked like there. Sweating, muscles popping, a shiver ran down my spine.

"Sure, bebo." She rolled her eyes, handing me my phone back. "Couldn't help but think of these bad boys, huh?" As she flexed her arms, I couldn't help but bite my lip.

"put those awayyyy... don't wanna scare me off, do ya?" Her airy chuckle made my nerves settled a little, "but..."

An eyebrow raised as Nika looked at me, "but what?"

"I do think Paige is starting to get bigger....but who knows," a smirk rested on my lips, watching my girlfriend's face drop. She called the blonde back into the room.

"Paige! Get your ass in here!" A second passed before the blonde walked in, shorts and a sports bra the only thing covering her body. "Tell my girlfriend that I've got bigger muscles than you."

"what?!? No!" She waved her hand, shooing the girl off, "she's obviously knows what she's talking about."

Dumbfounded, Nika gave me a look, "babe...do you really think her muscles are bigger than mine?"

I shake my head, watching the girl's smile return. With one swift motion, she picked me up, walking us to her room. "Nika!"

"hmm?"

"put me down!"

"once I get you to my room, than I'll put you down," the smirk was huge, and undeniably doing something to me.

I rolled my eyes, waiting for the girl to put me down on her bed. She placed me down, standing back up to throw her shirt off her body. You would think this would go somewhere else, but it didn't go there. She started flexing, wiggling her brows down at me.

"Paige wouldn't have been able to carry you...she got fake muscles. I got the real ones, " I snicker.

"baby, I was just joking," she sighed, I stood up and wrapped my arms around her torso, "you're the strongest, sexiest woman I've ever seen. Is that better?"

She laughed, "Maybe not ask if that's better....but it definitely sounds good you calling me sexy."

We stood there for a minute, in each other's arms. I couldn't deny the fact that I was into the girl, possibly in love, but I didn't wanna be the first to say it. I didn't wanna sound dumb...but to my surprise, I wouldn't have to wait much longer.

"I love you...ya know?" Nika sounded uncertain, careful with her words. A smiled stretched across my face.

"I love you too...ya know," I leaned up to kiss her lips, "you and those gigantic muscles you have."

"you're so unserious," shaking her head, a small laugh came out.

"yeah yeah.... that's nothing knew."

[billiegabbysyd]

v-day surprise ( azzi fudd x reader)

summary: you surprise azzi

cw: aged up azzi in the present she is 25 and reader is 23

what if she says no? what if she says no?

the phrase that occupied your mind as you sent a message:

hey can you come over? dress nice. 🙂‍↔️

your thoughts stopped as soon as you got a message back from her:

sure😊 i’ll be there in about 45 minutes.

she replied!

she being azzi.

azzi fudd.

the woman who had your heart for the past 6 months.

the two of weren’t official. yet.

you both liked each other and had danced around the idea of being girlfriends.

being exclusive.

you two had started out as friends. you had only known each other for 2 years.

you met at a bar in the city. she had just started her rookie year for the new york liberty and had went out on her own to explore.

you were out with a friend. drinking and talking.

she had been sitting across you and had been stealing glances at you for a while.

you didn’t notice until you caught her.

those big, brown eyes. staring. you couldn’t take your eyes off her after that.

your friend took notice and encouraged you to talk to her.

she welcomed you with the sweetest smile on her face.

the two of you hit it off so well. you bonded over just moving to the city.

you moved here with your best friend landing a job with one of the biggest advertising agencies . graduating from wellesley early at 20 turning 21.

she talked about being nervous playing pro ball and being away from her family and best friend, paige.

talking for what seemed like forever in the best way possible. you two got along so well that you ended up going to her place to hookup.

the morning after, you both laughed. agreeing to stay in contact with each other.

and from there on you and her talked everyday.

hanging out at least 3 days out the week.

inseparable for a whole year and a half as good friends. until the night of her 25th birthday.

you hooked up again. it took you both by surprise in a way but you continued to hookup.

again. and again. and again.

you two never really talked about being together officially. you just enjoyed the moments you had

but there was this unspoken understanding that you didn’t see anyone else.

but after 6 months of being with her intimately. you were are ready for something more.

fast forward to today. you sat there was a surprise for her.

deep in your thoughts about how tonight was going to go until a knock at your door.

you take a deep breath before walking and opening the door.

and there she was. with a smile.

looking beautiful as ever in a all white pantsuit. her top, a corset with lace.

unintentionally matching your dress and the bow in your hair.

“wow, you look amazing.” she said to you. you blushed.

“thanks! you do too. she embraces you before planting a kiss on your cheek.

“so” you started while taking her hands into yours. ‘i have two valentines day surprises for you. can you close your eyes?’

she nodded before shutting them tight. you went to grab her flowers and balloons.

you stood right in front of her, telling her to open her eyes.

she gasped.

“oh my gosh! thank you y/n so much.”

you giggled as she took her gifts from you, setting them on the couch.

she takes you by the waist, grabbing your face to give you a passionate kiss.

“truly love the gifts. i wish i would’ve gotten you something but considering-“ you held her hand up to stop her.

“that’s ok. i wanted to spoil you, but that brings me to my second surprise.”

you take her hand leading her to your bedroom.

her eyes lit up as she saw her it.

rose petals arranged to ask her to be your girlfriend.

“azzi fudd, these past years with you have been amazing and i couldn’t ask for a better person in my life. i want you to be my girlfriend. there’s no one who can make me feel loved and cared for like you. i want to be you because you are selfless, caring, and passionate. so, will you be my girlfriend?”

her eyes gleamed with joy as she nodded her head frantically.

“of course!” you jump into her arms.

knocking her down on the bed.

you both laugh.

the end

Happy late Valentine’s Day!

sorry I kind of rushed this one🫠

[itsophiebby]

rarely speak on here so im just gonna say my one two. azzi has been injured for a majority of her college career so sure maybe you don’t know her game well enough to see how great of a player she is but with that same thought, don’t speak on her then. as someone from the dmv we produce so many great athletes and I knew who azzi fudd was before i ever heard the name paige bueckers. i’ve seen her play in high school and my sister played against her in hs as well. she has consistently been a great player throughout her career and im tired of yall acting like paige made her. azzi fudd was azzi fudd long before she knew paige and the same goes for paige as well. i’m noticing a lot of the people speaking down on azzi are newer fans of paige who only started liking her when she blew up on tiktok. like yall are losing ur minds over “pushing azzi into paige’s spotlight” and talking about giving her visibility without accomplishments (mind u her accolades are lengthy). while, and as much as yall may not want to admit this a lot of this new visibility paige has, is not solely because of her skill. now this isn’t me putting down paige to defend azzi because i love blondie and she’s a great player, but she has been for a while. paige was a no.1 recruit, consistently broke and set new records and since her freshman year coaches have been talking about how great of a player she is but half of yall still didn’t know her. she was well known and a superstar in the basketball world but did not have this level of fame and visibility yall are losing ur minds about before she blew up on tiktok. which is why i get so confused about the new fans hating on azzi for “not working for it” bc did u not just find out about paige fromm thirst trap tiktoks?? like if you actually know and watch basketball, you know azzi fudd. just how it used to be for paige before this. anyways yall are weird and im excited for azzi to show out this season 😛

[burntthebacon]

paige might be the the stiffest dancer but she’ll always do her little twerk

[electricxmayhem]

when I was a teen i made up a team of teen superhero oc’s, but in 2024 i’ve found myself more drawn to the adult characters, and two of the dads fell in love

[paigemathews]

Something that I feel a lot of fans forget when they get angry at Phoebe for refusing to help Cole in the Wasteland is that he's not just asking her to save him. Despite saying that the Source is gone, he very intentionally still asks her to be evil. That's not me being dramatic or anything either because that's very explicitly canon. Phoebe, even as a Charmed One, doesn't have the power to resurrect Cole. As a good witch, she just physically (magically?) can't; it's not something within her abilities. (Obviously, otherwise, she and Piper would've resurrected Prue.)

The only method that Cole gives her to save him is the Grimoire. Y'know, the book that requires you to be evil to even touch it, much less use it. That's not something that you can trick; she would have to become evil again to even use it. He knows that, even acknowledges it to Phoebe in the Wasteland. She literally tells him that she won't use dark magic again, acknowledging it as evil. Cole isn't like oh, forgot about that! No, he asks her if she wouldn't use it "even for us." He knows what that would entail and what that would require Phoebe to do.

That isn't even getting into what the spell itself would require. This part, admittedly, is speculation but with the Grimoire being the Grimoire and resurrection like that being so rare and difficult, I have a hard time believing that the spell or ritual wouldn't have involved killing innocents. (Personal headcanon is that the spell calls for at least one heart personally. We see with Tuatha in That Old Black Magic that she uses a human heart to disempower witches. Something much worse would logically be required for a resurrection spell.) Just asking Phoebe even retrieve the Grimoire, much less use it, is bad.

As for later, she is still planning on giving up her powers, so it's not as if she'll be able to discover some other method to save him. She won't be Charmed anymore. And while, yes, the Angel of Destiny gives them some time to make this decision, there's still a time limit on how long they can take this option. Maybe with more time, Phoebe would have been able to figure out a way to save him without the Grimoire. However, it'd have required her to stay chained to a destiny that she no longer wanted and give up the future that she, and Piper, wanted: one free of magic, pain, loss, etc. So, yeah, she simply doesn't have the time, resources, or ability to save him without the Grimoire (which still isn't an option anyways). And by the time that she and Piper decide that they want to remain as witches, Cole has already freed himself, so it's a moot point anyways.

I mean, genuinely, in this situation, what did people want Phoebe to do? She didn't refuse to save Cole; she literally could not save him from the Wasteland. (And this is without delving into the argument about if Phoebe should save him or is obligated to save Cole anyways, which is a completely different question involving their relationship, choices, and morality.)

[cherrywhite]

Oh man.. a part of me can't help but wonder when Paige and Hayward got to talking about Carpenter and Faulkner. Was it when they got to Bellwhethers? Did they arrive there and Hayward talked about how he found it only to have Paige set him straight on what exactly happened, that Carpenter and Faulkner weren't to blame for it? Did they have to go through a whole "let's talk about the elephant in the room" moment and did Paige also tease Hayward about his whole "I'll hunt you down until the ends of the Earth" speech?

And on that note, I also can't help but wonder how Paige told the story. Considering how much emphasis TSV puts on stories, I can't help but wonder what Paige did or didn't tell to Hayward. Did she tell him about their conversation at the restaurant, when Carpenter revealed what happened to her parents? When Faulkner stood up to the angel? It's especially amusing to me that Hayward immediately refers to Faulkner as "the lory thief" like.. did Paige and Hayward have a good laugh at the absurdity of Paige getting put in the trunk of her own car because she stumbled upon their attempted theft? And that's the thing that stood out most to him? This isn't meant to be Deep Thoughts about this part or anything I just am fascinated by the image of Paige and Hayward talking about the other two, a conversation that completely changed Hayward's perspective of Carpenter to the point that she's now an old friend to him.

[loveheartszouis]

I’m going crazy over my cousin’s reaction to the zouis reunion

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

also!! hii!!! good evenibg mac n cheese!! now that u have had like. 6 interludes im curious as to what u think of the interludes... what's yr favorite been so far? who would u like to see in an interlude pov?? 👁️👁️👁️

MY FAVORITE INTERLUDE SO FAR HAS HANDS DOWN BEEN BRUTUS POV. OH MY GOD PUPPY. endeared me so much more to Rachel like IMMEDIATELY . i really really really like the interludes I keep finding myself rlly excited to be reading them bc !!!! more insight to the world and different characters that aren't directly involved in what taylors doing in the moment !!!! I would lioooooove a lisa pov interlude only bc I wanna know how she thinks and how her power works like... internally. if that makes sense. im still convinced that she knows about taylors plan and has just not said anything about it because she trusts she won't actually go through wirh it. or something.

[darkmoonkestrel]

daily kestrel 87:

Thanksgiving with Paige's family was great! Sav had to go to work early this morning so we stopped by Starbies on our way to her parent's house to see her and then we hung out there for a while with her parents and Zane, watching the parade and doing food prep/packing/cleaning. mom & dad went to pick up the rest of the stuff that they ordered for catering, and we hung out with Zane for the tail end of the parade and talked about his plans for the future, which apparently include cinematography, so that was cool

Paige and I got ready and headed to Mamaw's, and it was an absolutely beautiful drive. her cousins were already there, and we chilled there for a while and watched the dog show while Mom and Mamaw did more cooking/prep and dad looked at the house inspection report. Paige and I took the pre-thanksgiving dinner smoking (vaping) walk, the parents made mimosas in the middle of the day, Lily and I played Mario Kart and then walked outside to watch her brother & dad play football and talked some, she's a pretty great kid

we headed over to the fellowship hall of the church and Lily set up her bracelet making kit, I joined her and made a PPJ bracelet, and then it was food time. we had plenty of amazing food, including several bomb ass desserts and some of Nathan's dad's homemade BBQ sauce (even though that BBQ didn't need it) - the only thing the dinner was missing was deviled eggs, and Paige said she may make me some this week bc I was really looking forward to them, so that will satisfy the hole in my heart. overall a much better thanksgiving than last year, although I still missed my family and Peyton

Paige and I played spot the Christmas lights on the way to stop by her parent's house to move the VHS tapes into the guest room and let the dogs outside, and then we got on the road home. I've been to Bucees entirely too much in the last week or so, but I got another icee and mamba sours and some more of the spicy crackers. we were able to take the expressway home, and listened to another ep of Distractible between conversations about high school grievances with teachers and peers, and now we are safely home with the car unloaded and Peyton's to go plate (and Brunswick stew and grape salad) in the fridge. Paige got the storage unit rented, and we may go by tomorrow to take a few things and get them out of the way before Nathan comes on Sunday to help us move some of the bigger furniture. Peyton will be coming home tomorrow morning, so it will be a packing day of extreme proportions

[gorillaxyz]

paige turner is a cute pun. and if she took phoenixs name shed be paige wright. like Wright on a Paige of paper or something like that. CRAZY how EVERYTHING ALWAYS works out in MY FAVOUR whenever i put a lot of thought and effort into a self ship

[tibialtybalt]

faulkner my beautiful princess with a disorder............