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Grounded in Chaos (Paige Bueckers x Reader)

Summary:When Paige and her friend KK turn a quiet evening into chaos, you end up grounding Paige to get some peace for studying. But Paige's playful attempts at "responsibility" and her quirky distractions make for a funny and frustrating night, reminding you that even a grounding can't tame her energy.

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The sun had barely begun to set, casting warm hues of orange and pink across the sky, but inside your shared apartment, chaos reigned supreme. It was supposed to be a quiet evening, a time for you to focus on studying for your upcoming finals. Books, highlighters, and scattered notes covered every inch of the dining table, a testament to the academic war you were waging.

But peace and focus? Those had left the building the moment Paige Bueckers, your girlfriend, and KK Arnold, her partner in crime, decided to turn the living room into their personal playground. The sound of laughter, basketballs bouncing, and sneakers squeaking on hardwood echoed through the apartment, threatening to shred your last nerve.

You had tried to get used to this, tried to embrace it, even. Paige and KK had a dynamic that was infectious, their energy contagious in the worst and best ways. They'd been best friends for years, so their connection was like a magnetic force that never seemed to let up. Paige, with her easy confidence and her larger-than-life persona, was a force of nature in herself. KK, on the other hand, with her quick wit and an attitude that could melt anyone, made it impossible not to get swept up in whatever wild thing she decided to do next. It wasn't always easy to keep up with them, but you loved them—crazy as they were.

Still, tonight, you needed peace. You had an exam the next day and couldn't afford another round of procrastination. The hours you'd already put in should have been enough to make you feel confident, but the pressure to excel in every aspect of your life weighed heavily. That pressure was only made worse by the constant interruptions from the duo in the next room.

"Okay, okay, watch this," KK's voice rang out, filled with excitement.

You glanced up from your notes just in time to see KK toss a basketball in Paige's direction. Paige caught it effortlessly, grinning like the confident star she was, and immediately attempted a trick shot aimed at the laundry basket across the room.

The ball ricocheted off the rim of the basket, bounced off the wall, and narrowly missed your stack of notes. You froze, your pen hovering mid-air, as the ball rolled under the table.

"Oops," Paige said, biting her lip to stifle a laugh.

"Oops?" you repeated, your voice dripping with disbelief. "Paige, KK, I'm trying to study here!"

"Babe, you've been at it all day," Paige said, grabbing the ball and tossing it back to KK. "You need a break."

"Yeah," KK chimed in, dribbling the ball. "Come on, live a little! Finals will still be there tomorrow."

You clenched your jaw, trying to keep your cool. "If I fail because I didn't study, finals won't be the only thing I'm dealing with tomorrow. So please, can you two just... not?"

For a moment, they seemed to take your words seriously. Paige nodded solemnly, and KK mimicked the gesture, both of them wearing exaggerated expressions of mock remorse. You sighed, relieved that they were finally going to leave you in peace.

But, of course, it didn't last.

"Bet you can't bank it off the fridge," KK challenged Paige, holding up the basketball like a trophy.

"Oh, you're on," Paige shot back, her competitive spirit ignited.

"You have got to be kidding me," you muttered, dropping your pen and burying your face in your hands. The sound of the ball bouncing against the fridge and then the floor was the final straw.

"That's it!" you exclaimed, pushing back your chair and standing up. Both Paige and KK froze mid-laugh, the basketball caught awkwardly between them. You rarely got angry, but when you did, the temperature in the room seemed to drop, and both of them instinctively knew they had crossed the line.

"Uh-oh," KK whispered dramatically, her usual bravado noticeably shaken.

"Paige Madison Bueckers," you began, your tone firm and low, a sure sign you meant business. KK and Paige exchanged wide-eyed glances, their expressions a mix of fear and regret.

"I'm grounding you. You're grounded."

Paige blinked, clearly caught off guard. "What?"

"You heard me. You're grounded," you repeated, crossing your arms.

"Wait, can you even ground me?" Paige asked, her lips twitching as she tried to suppress a grin.

"I can, and I just did," you shot back. Your tone left no room for argument, and Paige's grin faltered slightly as she realized you were not messing around.

"What about basketball?" Paige asked, her tone suddenly serious.

You hesitated for a moment before sighing. "Fine. Other than basketball, you're grounded."

Paige exchanged a glance with KK, who looked like she was enjoying every second of this despite the palpable tension.

"Okay, so no TV," you continued.

Paige raised an eyebrow. "The TV's already broken."

You frowned. "Then no computer."

"I need the computer for school," Paige pointed out, her tone oh-so-reasonable.

You glared at her, searching for something—anything—to ban. "Then no, uh... no KK."

KK's eyes widened in mock horror. "What? No KK?"

"NO KK!" you repeated, pointing a finger at her for emphasis.

The room fell silent for a beat before Paige burst out laughing, doubling over and clutching her sides. KK looked between the two of you, her expression a mix of indignation and amusement, but she clearly understood you weren't in the mood for further antics.

"You can't just ban me," KK protested, albeit more cautiously than usual.

"I just did," you replied, your voice steady despite the ridiculousness of the situation. "No KK until I've finished studying."

Paige wiped a tear from her eye, still laughing, but her laughter was tinged with a nervous edge. "Oh my god, babe, you're the best."

"I'm serious," you said, glaring at both of them.

"Alright, alright," Paige said, holding up her hands in surrender. "We'll leave you alone. No more basketball, no more chaos. Happy?"

"Ecstatic," you muttered, sitting back down and picking up your pen.

For the next few minutes, the apartment was blessedly quiet. You managed to get through an entire page of notes without interruption, a feat that felt like a minor miracle. But just as you started to feel hopeful, you heard a faint whisper.

"Psst, KK," Paige whispered loudly.

"What?" KK whispered back, equally loud.

You looked up, narrowing your eyes. "What are you two doing?"

"Nothing!" they chorused, their faces the picture of innocence.

Moments later, a small paper airplane landed on your notes. You unfolded it to find a crude drawing of yourself, complete with steam coming out of your ears. Beneath it, Paige had written, We're sorry... kind of.

You couldn't help it—you laughed. "You two are impossible," you said, shaking your head.

"But you love us," Paige said, her grin wide and unrepentant.

"Unfortunately," you teased, rolling your eyes.

Despite the chaos, you couldn't deny that life with Paige and KK was never boring. Frustrating? Sure. Exhausting? Absolutely. But in the end, their laughter and love made every moment worthwhile even if it meant grounding your girlfriend and her partner in crime from time to time.

Just as you settled back into your study groove, the sound of KK whispering something mischievous to Paige snapped your concentration yet again. You slammed your notebook shut and stood up, your patience officially at zero.

"That's it. KK, out. Now," you declared, pointing toward the door.

"What? Me?" KK said, her voice a mix of shock and amusement. But there was a hint of hesitation, a flicker of genuine concern that showed she wasn't keen on pushing you any further.

"Yes, you," you said firmly. "You're officially evicted for the night. Go home. Do whatever you do when you're not here. Just let me study in peace!"

Paige burst out laughing again, but KK put on her best pout. "This is unfair. I thought we were friends."

"We are. And as your friend, I need you to leave before I lose my mind," you said, walking over to grab her jacket from the hook by the door.

KK reluctantly stood, taking her jacket with exaggerated slowness. "Fine, but just so you know, this is a betrayal I'll never forget."

"Oh, I'll sleep just fine," you said dryly, opening the door.

KK walked out, but not before turning back dramatically. "Paige, remember me. Tell my story."

"Get out!" you said, laughing despite yourself as you shut the door behind her.

The apartment fell into blissful silence. Paige leaned against the couch, still chuckling. "You're kind of scary when you're mad, you know that?"

"You should keep that in mind the next time you decide to turn the apartment into a gym," you replied, sitting back down. "Now, are you going to behave, or should I ground you again?"

Paige held up her hands. "I swear, I'll be good."

"Good," you said, picking up your pen again. "Because if I have to get up one more time, I'm grounding everyone in this building."

Paige laughed, but this time, she kept her promise, letting you study in peace at last.

Minutes later, the sound of soft footsteps caught your attention. You glanced up to see Paige slipping toward the door, clearly attempting to follow after KK.

"Don't even think about it," you warned.

Paige froze, her hand inches from the doorknob. "What? I was just—"

"If you leave out that door," you said, your voice dropping to an ominous calm, "I'll be talking to Coach about giving you extra suicides."

Paige's eyes widened, and she stepped back from the door immediately. "Okay, okay. Point taken. I'm staying."

"Good choice," you replied, turning back to your notes.

Paige flopped onto the couch, letting out a dramatic sigh. "You're terrifying sometimes, you know that?"

"And you're exhausting," you retorted, smirking. "Now sit down, be quiet, and let me study."

"Yes, ma'am," Paige muttered, grabbing a throw pillow and hugging it to her chest. For the first time all evening, silence finally reigned in the apartment.

A few moments passed before Paige broke the silence, her voice soft but filled with mischief. "Hey, babe..."

"Don't," you warned, but your smile betrayed your attempt at sternness. "Don't even think about it."

Paige laughed quietly, but complied, sinking deeper into the couch as she finally let you study in peace.

As you bent over your notes, the silence in the apartment stretched out longer than it ever had before. For a few minutes, you were able to concentrate, the weight of your looming finals feeling just a bit lighter. But then you felt it—the weight of Paige's gaze, pressing on you from across the room.

You glanced up from your textbook and found Paige sitting on the couch, her chin resting on her hand. Her eyes were wide and focused on you, but there was a distinct lack of interest. She was watching you study, not in an admiring way, but more in the way someone might stare at a TV show they don't really like but can't look away from.

"Are you... seriously just watching me study?" you asked, your voice laced with amusement.

Paige didn't respond immediately. Instead, she let out an exaggerated sigh, dramatically falling back onto the couch with her arms spread wide. "I don't know how you do it, babe. How can you just sit there for hours reading and writing and... whatever it is you do? It's like torture."

You couldn't help but laugh at her exaggeration. "I don't have a choice. Finals wait for no one."

"Yeah, I get that," Paige said with a half-hearted wave, "but this is boring. It's just... you're just sitting there, doing the same thing over and over. And I can't even bother you! You said I was grounded!"

You turned your attention back to your notes, fighting the smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "Exactly. You're grounded. You need to learn some discipline."

Paige groaned dramatically and rolled onto her side, her face buried in the couch cushion. "Ugh, this is like prison." She peeked up at you, her eyes twinkling. "Well, if I can't distract you, maybe I can just entertain myself in other ways."

You shot her a sideways glance. "What are you thinking?"

A mischievous grin spread across her face as she sat up. "Well, since I'm grounded, I guess I'll be productive too." She stood up, stretching dramatically. "I'll organize my life!"

You raised an eyebrow, unsure of where this was going. "Organize your life?"

Paige nodded enthusiastically. "Yep! Grounded or not, I've got to get things done." She grabbed a few items off the coffee table—a random assortment of books, clothes, and a couple of things you hadn't even noticed and started stacking them in strange, random piles around the apartment.

"Isn't that your pile of clothes that need to be folded?" you asked, squinting in confusion as she carefully placed it on the couch with a very serious look on her face.

"Exactly! I'm organizing," Paige declared. "And look, this pile of notebooks? This can be a bookshelf now." She stacked your textbooks one on top of the other, like a wobbly tower.

You could feel the corners of your mouth twitching as you watched her carefully make piles of the mess she had just created. It was almost like a game to her, one where she took the grounding seriously, but in a very "Paige" way.

"Well, I can't argue with your dedication," you said dryly, shaking your head.

Paige gave a mock salute. "Thank you, thank you. I do my best." Then she went over to the window, pulling the curtains closed before turning back with a puzzled expression. "Why is it that when you want to study, the world decides to have fun without you? Like, this should be a communal thing! We should all be focused and studying together, but no—here I am, stuck organizing random piles of stuff."

You stifled a laugh. "It's called 'discipline,' babe. Something you could learn a little more about."

"Ugh, I have plenty of discipline!" she replied, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. "I'm grounded. I'm not complaining. You're the one who grounded me! I'm just making the best of a bad situation."

You shook your head, finally giving in to the amusement bubbling inside. "I never thought you'd take grounding so seriously."

"I'm a responsible adult," Paige declared with exaggerated seriousness, though her eyes were full of mischief. "I take my responsibilities seriously."

You chuckled, feeling the tension of your studies easing just a little. As ridiculous as it was, Paige's attempt at being responsible and her newfound "organization skills" was distracting enough to break the monotony. It wasn't quite what you had imagined your study session would look like, but the amusement she brought was a welcome interruption.

Paige, growing bored of her self-imposed "organization," flopped back onto the couch again, but this time she kept a respectful distance. "Okay, okay. I can't do this anymore. Watching you study is like watching paint dry. I don't care how much of a genius you are, this is painful."

"Well, you're the one who's grounded. I'm studying. It's what responsible people do," you teased.

Paige poked her tongue out at you before snatching a cushion and tossing it at your head. "I know, I know. But you're so serious about it! This is your life now? Books, notes, and highlighters?"

"Unfortunately, yeah," you said, only half-kidding. "But once I finish studying, maybe we can actually do something fun."

Paige looked at you thoughtfully. "Yeah, yeah. I guess I can survive a few more hours of silence. As long as we get to go out and do something fun afterward, I'll suffer through this."

You gave her a pointed look. "No more distractions?"

She held up her hands in surrender. "Okay, fine! I'll behave. But only because I love you."

"And because you're grounded," you added with a smile, sitting back down and picking up your pen again.

Paige laughed softly, curling into the couch, still playing the part of the obedient, grounded girlfriend—at least for now. "Yeah, yeah, grounded. I'll be good."

For the next little while, the silence wasn't quite as peaceful as you'd imagined. It was a strange mixture of quiet focus and Paige's playful energy, still radiating in the background. But it worked. You managed to finish a few more pages of notes, and Paige seemed to settle into her self-imposed confinement, her boredom shifting from dramatic antics to occasional mutterings as she tried to occupy herself with her own brand of "responsibility."

As you closed your notebook, finished with your study session, you looked over at her. Paige had somehow turned the "grounding" into her own personal challenge and in a way, she had kept her word. Even if she hadn't exactly been a model citizen in the conventional sense, you couldn't deny that her presence, however unconventional, made the long study session feel a lot less grueling.

"All right, I'm done," you said, stretching. "We can finally take a break."

Paige jumped up from the couch, a wide grin on her face. "Yes! I've earned my freedom!"

"Just remember," you said with a smirk, "If I have to study again tonight, you're back to being grounded."

Paige held her hands up in mock surrender. "I've learned my lesson. I'll behave... mostly."

As you two left the apartment to enjoy the evening, you couldn't help but think that, as exhausting as it was, life with Paige and her colorful brand of "responsibility" was never boring.

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