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clambuoyance ¡ 10 months ago
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clambuoyance if you feel like posting timkon again............... the worlds quality of life will be greatly improved.............. please................
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It’s been 1 million years
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prettygirl-gabi ¡ 2 months ago
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Title: Only I Get to Lift You
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Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball
Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader
Rating: T (Teen)
Warnings: Mild jealousy, light angst, fluff, playful possessiveness
Summary: With TikTok supposedly on the verge of being banned, you’re determined to convince Paige to do the Jacked and Kind trend as a farewell. Paige refuses, saying she won’t even post her drafts, unlike the rest of your teammates. So, you ask someone else...
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“C’mon, Paige, please?” I whined, leaning my full weight against her as we sat on the couch in her dorm.
Paige groaned, not even looking up from her phone. “Nope.”
I pouted. “It’s a farewell to TikTok. You have to do it with me.”
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t have to do anything.”
“Paige—”
“No.”
I let out a dramatic sigh, flopping against her. “Everyone else has done it! Ice, Azzi, Sarah, Jana—”
“And that’s exactly why I don’t need to do it,” she cut in. “I don’t even post like that, Y/N. I have like… a hundred drafts, most are ads that having been set to drop yet.”
I gasped. “And you’re not gonna post the non ad drafts?!”
“Nope.”
I sat up, scandalized. “You’re the worst.”
She smirked. “And yet, you’re still in love with me.”
I grumbled under my breath before pushing off the couch. “Fine. If you won’t do it, I’ll just ask Jana.”
Paige quirked a brow. “Jana?”
“Yup,” I said, grabbing my phone. “She’s tall, she’s strong, and unlike some people, she actually likes to have fun.”
Paige snorted. “Go ahead then. Have fun.”
Oh, I would.
Convincing Jana had been way easier.
“You wanna do a TikTok trend with me?” she repeated after I explained.
I nodded. “Yeah, you just lift me on your shoulders for the ‘Jacked and Kind’ thing.”
She smiled. “Okay, sure.”
Easy.
Sarah started the music, and I grinned at the camera as we recorded.
Jana crouched, letting me carefully climb onto her shoulders. She stood with ease, my legs dangling as I gripped her head for balance.
Everything was going great—until I saw Paige standing across the gym, her arms crossed, staring hard.
I could tell exactly what was happening in that pretty little head of hers.
Something clicked.
Something possessive.
And suddenly, the video was no longer cute to her—it was personal.
The second I hopped off Jana’s shoulders, Paige was right there.
“Redo it.”
I blinked. “Huh?”
She gestured at my phone. “The TikTok. Redo it. With me.”
I stared at her for a second, then smirked. “Ohhh, now you wanna do it?”
Paige clenched her jaw. “Only I get to lift my girl on my shoulders. No one else.”
Azzi, Ice, and Sarah cackled in the background.
Jana, bless her heart, just looked amused. “I mean, I don’t mind—”
“No, you’re good,” Paige said quickly. “We’re doing it again.”
I bit back a laugh. “Oh, so when Jana does it, it’s a problem?”
“Yes,” Paige said without hesitation.
Sarah whistled. “Damn, she’s pressed.”
Paige ignored her, just crouching down. “C’mon, up you go. Alright, run it back,” she said.
I rolled my eyes, but agreed to letting etting Sarah re-start the sound. We waited for the sound to start playing.
Once the sound started playing Paige stood, her grip on my waist firm, like she needed to prove something.
I smiled as the song restarted, she lifted me up with ease. With me now resting on her shoulder, Paige smirked up at me, squeezing my calves. “Now it’s cute.”
I laughed, shaking my head. This girl was ridiculous.
But, honestly? I loved her for it.
The second I posted the TikTok, I knew it was over for Paige.
The comments were rolling in within seconds:
@paige4mvp: “FINALLY she did the trend, took her long enough ”
@wnbabuckets: “Paige, just go ahead and clean out those drafts while you’re at it.”
@uconnfancam: “Bueckers, drop the drafts, we BEG.”
I scrolled through the flood of replies, laughing to myself as I sat on the couch. Paige, who was sprawled across my lap, raised an eyebrow at my amusement. “What’s so funny?”
I turned my phone toward her, showing the endless comments demanding that she post the TikToks she had sitting in her drafts.
Paige groaned dramatically, throwing her head back. “Ma, I told you they were gonna start on me the second you posted it.”
I smirked, playing with the ends of her hair. “Well, maybe if you actually posted anything instead of letting your drafts collect dust, they wouldn’t be on your ass like this.”
She huffed, crossing her arms. “I don’t even have that many—”
“Paige, you have like 105, and I'm pretty sure 50% of em are yet to be released ads and sponsors.”
She sat up, giving me a look. “How do you even know that?”
I gave her an innocent smile. “I may or may not have taken a little peek while you were editing our video.”
Paige groaned again, flopping dramatically against me. “You’re the worst.”
I laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “And yet, you still love me.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she mumbled. “Whatever, you say baby.”
A few hours later kk had convinced me to do a TikTok Live with her
“Alright, y’all, what’s up?”
I grinned at the screen as KK adjusted the phone, setting up the TikTok Live. The chat was already moving at lightning speed, comments rolling in about the Jacked and Kind TikTok.
@paigeismybabymama: “Y/N, YOU SNAPPED WITH THAT POST ”
@kkfanclub: “KK AND Y/N?? ELITE LIVEEEEEE”
@paigeslockscreen: “Where’s Bueckers?? She still hiding from the comments??”
I laughed as KK read that one out loud. “Nah, she and Jana are building something new once again. Probably about to break our damn apartment, from the way they are yelling at each other.”
The camera shifted slightly, showing Paige and Jana sitting on the floor, surrounded by wooden planks and an instruction manual that Jana is reading out loud only for paige to tell her to slow down or she's not making any sense.
KK snickered, before adding fuel to the fire. “Hey, P boogers! The chat said you need to come out of hiding and post your drafts.”
Paige didn’t even look up. “Tell them to mind their business.”
I smirked, leaning toward the phone. “Y’all heard her—keep commenting about it.”
More comments flooded in instantly.
@nukebueckers:“POST THE DRAFTS, PAIGE. STOP PLAYIN.”
@wnbawatchparty: “NAH, WE AIN’T LETTING THIS GO.”
Paige sighed dramatically, setting down the drill and turning toward me. “Y/N, baby, you’re supposed to have my back.”
I gave her an innocent shrug. “I am. I just think you should give the people what they want. Cause its also what I want”
She squinted at me, then at the phone. Then, with a mischievous grin, she stood up, stretching her arms above her head.
The chat immediately went wild.
@paigebiceps:“NAH WAIT WHY IS SHE BUILT LIKE THAT”
@fypuconn:“PAIGE IN THE SPORTS BRA AND GREEN PJS HELLO????”
@wnbabuckets: “IS SHE ABOUT TO DO A TIKTOK ON LIVE???”
I raised an eyebrow as Paige walked over to me, now standing directly behind the couch. She leaned down, resting her chin on my shoulder. “You wanna put on show for TikTok, baby?”
I smirked before turning to look at her. “You trying to redeem yourself?”
She grinned, kissing my cheek. “Something like that.”
The chat was moving way too fast now.
@paigefanclub: “SHE CALLED HER BABY AGAIN BYEEEE”
@jukebueckers: “NOT HER BEING ALL FLIRTY ON LIVE—”
@y/nnation: “SOMEONE SCREEN RECORD THIS”
KK, who had been watching with amusement, shook her head. “Nah, this is actually crazy. Go ahead, do the trend again, since Paige wanna prove something.”
Jana, who was still trying to assemble the furniture, looked up and smirked. “Oh, this I gotta see.”
“Alright, P baby. You ready?” I say as I stood up going to stand in the middle of the floor.
She smirked. “Always, ma.”
Paige stretched again, showing off just enough muscle to make the chat go feral. Then, with zero hesitation, she reached down and grabbed my waist.
I let out a small yelp as she lifted me effortlessly, settling me onto her shoulders like it was nothing.
The chat? Absolutely losing its mind.
@paigeisstrong: “I KNEW SHE WAS STRONG BUT DAMN”
@y/nluver:“THE WAY SHE JUST PICKED HER UP LIKE THAT—”
@uconnfans:“OH SHE OWNS YOU FR”
I laughed, holding onto Paige’s head for balance.
The two of us did the trend flawlessly, Paige flexing way more than necessary, making sure to show off just how effortlessly she could hold me up.
As soon as we both finished, she had a menacing idea to toss me back down onto the couch. Letting out a yelp, as I landed on the couch I sat up only for Paige to put me in her lap. Her hands lingering on my waist as she pulled me close. “That good enough for y’all?” she teased the camera.
The chat was a mess.
@fypnation: “PAIGE JUST BE LIFTING READER LIKE A FEATHER, HUH?”
@wnbastans:“THE WAY SHE HOLDS HER???? THIS AINT EVEN FAIR”
@paigebucketsss: “YEAH OKAY, THEY’RE IN LOVE. WE GET IT.”
I grinned, leaning into Paige. “See? Was that so bad?”
She hummed, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Not if I get to do it with you.”
KK gagged in the background. “Alright, that’s enough of that. Y’all got the people going insane.”
Jana, still struggling with the furniture, snorted. “At least someone’s getting something done today. Paige please come finish helping me.”
Paige just smirked, wrapping her arms around my waist. “So, what I’m hearing is… I should post at least one?”
You laughed, shaking your head. “Paige, just post your damn drafts already, and go help Jan.”
She sighed, pretending to think. “Ehh… maybe I’ll just keep making y’all wait, and fine give me the drill,”
The chat lost it again.
And I just shook my head, knowing damn well she was never gonna let this joke die, or post them damn tiktoks.
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-Thank You For Reading!🩵����
-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️
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mysterycitrus ¡ 2 years ago
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I just love your Tim drake as it's just practically getting jumpscared everytime and I just love that
Also can we talk about the wonder twinnss and the FIC!
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tysm !! i will go into heavy detail about the scientific sliding scale of jumpscares between the wonder twins and timmy drake
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707shadia ¡ 22 days ago
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DAY 2 - Alternative Universe (The Road To El Dorado AU!!)
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finehs ¡ 7 months ago
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It's difficult for you to say aloud, I know, so I won't ask you to. Rather, I would ask you to consider a proposal. Stay on permanently. 
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nebulousmedic ¡ 7 months ago
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Puedes dibujar a Soldier y a Engineer haciendo asado? A uno se le quemo la comida y al otro no. PORFAAAA!
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Mmmmm carbon. Asado estilo Pyro
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pechaghtlecha ¡ 10 days ago
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Don't hate me, I love you, you can get this Damijon as an apologize 🥺👉👈💖✨ 💙💚
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chalkrub ¡ 2 years ago
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do you think it’s a friendly wolf
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chiyana ¡ 8 months ago
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Tim: lol you wanna wife me so bad it makes you look stupid
Kon: I do!
Kon: and it does!
Kon: C O N S T A N T L Y
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edmundpevensiesqueen ¡ 6 months ago
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reblog for wider sample size! tell me who you picked and why in the tags or replies ☺️
(ship chosen based on what i perceived to be the most popular fanon ship for batfam members)
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goddessofbees ¡ 29 days ago
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Omg that StephCass royal wedding fanart is so cool <3 Would love to see more from their wedding day
The after party!
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Added Kon and Jon to the party! And King Bruce
And I saw your second ask I'll get to it Sugar!
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m1d-45 ¡ 8 months ago
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will you promise that i'll see you again?
summary: your people refuse reason, and their damage refuses to heal. when it seems as if the whole world has left you, your dutiful knight still remains by your side.
word count: 2.3k
-> warnings: implied suicidal ideation (reader + unnamed side character), reader's previous deaths are mentioned in somewhat graphic detail
-> gn reader (you/yours)
taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yuus3n || @esthelily || @turningfrogsgay || @cupandtea24 || @genshin-impacts-me || @chaoticfivesworld || @raaawwwr || @yuryuryuyurboat || @undrxtxd || @rainswept || @wanderersqt || @rozz-eokkk
< masterlist >
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“you’re one of the only things keeping me going, you know.”
dainslef turned to you in surprise, the even neutrality to your tone a sharp contrast to the rapid pace of his heart. he wasn’t a fool, he knew that the hunt had to be taking a heavy toll on you, but this…
this was more than he expected.
he knew he was one of a pitiful few who saw through celestia’s false puppet, who knew you for you and not their mirage. he knew that the entire world was hellbent on erasing you from existence, that you’d been forced through your own death countless times as teyvat pulled you apart and pushed you back together far from the scene of your would-be murder. he saw the golden scars across your skin, the dried remains of blood lining the wounds you hadn’t been able to patch yet. he’d been the one to wash them away, not minding the refuse soaking into his gloves if it meant your hands could be clean.
he recognized the dull exhaustion in your eyes, the same as the ones he saw in the reflections of lakes. tired, worn, barely there, hanging on by one solitary string that was wound so tightly around a desperate hand.
you had always been his reason for continuing. when the traveller broke down and the ruler of the abyss hid from the sun, you were there. when the chasm’s mud clung to his boots and the memories in his head burned as nails forced between his eyes, you were there. his rosary was kept tight to his chest at all times, familiar prayers pulling him up in the morning and forcing him to sleep at night. he was alive for far, far too long, but you made it bearable. you were his duty, his promise.
he never once thought that he’d be yours. then again, he never thought that he’d have to defend you from the ones you once called friends. time never did pass how he expected it to.
“…leading light?”
you looked down, twirling blades of grass around your fingers. he had led you up to a mostly desolate area of sumeru, west of bayda harbor. it close enough to the sea, forest, and desert that you could reasonably make an escape through any of those routes if need be, while also providing a rather pleasant view. the sky was bleeding red and gold as the sun sank below the horizon, a remarkable sight that fell on blind eyes. there was no use trying to enjoy nature’s beauty when he still kept one hand on his sword and both ears pricked for the slightest sign of danger.
you shouldn’t have to worry about your safety. you shouldn’t have to prioritize based on how likely you are to get hurt, or how easily it would be to make an escape. you still flinched when the wind blew a little too quick, used to it heralding armored footsteps and battle cries. in another life, you were welcomed with open arms, able to enjoy yourself without constantly being on high alert. teyvat did what it could to adapt; the air was still, frozen in time, barely a bird chirping for miles. it was meant to be comforting, he thinks, but dead silence was more unnerving than any breeze.
“i mean it.” he could hear every shift in his cloak around your shoulders, the heavy fabric doing little to soothe your stress. it was yours more than it was his now, to the point he felt claustrophobic wearing it. how long had he been traveling with you? the days blurred.
“i don’t doubt you.” he never would. never could. he’s not sure, even if he somehow wanted to, that his body would allow him to treat your words as anything less than fact. “but i don’t understand what you mean.”
you were a god. the creator, the first, the one that shaped the sovereigns scales and laid the foundations of earth. you predated the archons, celestia, the very skies themselves…
and he, somehow, was a driving motivation for you?
his words must have been funny, a sharp laugh tumbling out of your mouth. it was bitter, humorless, and somewhat raspy. he made note to find some water for you later. “what else could i mean?” you turn to him, some of his confusion lost as your eyes found his. even this burnt out, deep bags set beneath them, you still managed to steal the very air in his lungs. “you’re the only reason i’m still here.”
he didn’t know what to say. what was there to be said, when you were you and he was him? when the world had abandoned you, it made sense you’d cling to what remained faithful. it was merely coincidence he happened to find you first, that’s all. coincidence that you trusted enough not to run from, coincidence that you allowed to care for your injuries. there was nothing to say, because you held nothing for him in particular, only leaning on him out of need. he had to believe that. what was he left with if that wasn’t true? an awkward truth hid beneath his well-known lies, too large for him to see the edges, let alone to contain.
“please… do not say such things again.” to ask of his god what he could not ask of himself was surely some form of heresy, as was willingly laying aside his guard when he was the only one who was tasked with protecting you. he pulled his attention from the tide below, from the rustling trees, holding faith that the world would not be needlessly cruel. he stepped forward, kneeling beside you. even up close, you still seemed painfully small. “it is your own resilience that has allowed you to persevere.”
it’s the earth that leads you from danger.
it’s the water that follows you wherever you go.
it’s the leylines that whisk you to safety.
it’s the wind that warns you of what’s to come.
it’s the you from the past that protects the you in the present.
it’s the you in the present that provides for the you in the future.
it’s you, from everywhere and everywhen, continuing to fight.
and yet you sigh. you look away, across the sea, tracing fontaines skyline. “it really isn’t. i was lucky to run into you when i did.”
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you had just crossed the wall back into the forest, burning hot and shaking. he was the lucky one, in truth, to be able to pick your figure out from the sand below. perched on a high cliffside, even mitachurls were reduced to small brown flecks.
you had worn a cryo mage’s cloak, which was what initially drew his attention. abyss activity wasn’t uncommon in the area, but a cryo mage in the desert… that was cause for intrigue. he stepped forward and slid down the steep face in front of him, a slight puff of dust marking his landing in the desolate sand of old vanarana.
he didn’t know what to expect. you stumbled around the jagged remains of a tree, heading for the statue of the seven. he followed, only growing more confused. cryo and dendro did not react with each other, and there was no way to “slow” a statue. a scouting mission, maybe? but why a cryo mage, when pyro would have been far more advantageous in the case of an attack?
he leaned around the corner carefully, prepared for the sight of a staff or the chanting of abyssal magic filling the air. the entire world seemed to be holding its breath, frozen in place and waiting for some trigger to continue.
he saw none of that. you were collapsed at the foot of the statue, faint wheezing only making it to his ears by virtue of the standstill around him. you held no staff, commanded no magic, your chest barely moving with air.
he’d never seen a mage seek out the archons when dying. one hand squeezed the handle of his sword as he crept forward, ready to strike should the situation turn against him. the sand barely shifted beneath his feet, his own heart sounding too loud to his ears. you did not move, showing no signs that you had noticed his approach. he still didn’t trust it.
your cloak was tattered and torn, with thick gloves atypical of a mage. they reminded him more of hilichurl wraps, which was strange considering you wore no mask. your face was instead covered by what looked like eremite cloth, just as stained and dirtied as the rest of your clothes. what he could see looked almost human; in another life, he could believe you were a weary traveller, lost amidst the sand.
he was acting foolish. if the abyss had a human tool, he needed to figure out why. he reached down, undoing the sloppy knot of your veil and letting the brocade fall limply to the grass.
…grass. he blinked, eyes flickering between the ground and your face, not sure which was harder to believe. flowers had bloomed around you, protecting your body from the blazing sands, and he’d be a fool not to recognize the face plastered all over every bounty board.
he didn’t understand. if nothing else, he thought the archons would have enough respect for their creator to know when they were being lied to, yet before him was barely living proof of the inverse. sweat beaded along every inch of exposed skin, deep-set heat exhaustion burning you from the inside out. how could you be a threat? how could they be so blind?
he looked again, the shine of elemental sight straining his eyes, catching flickers of the dendro energy pouring from the statue. you were the only one the archons would feed. you were the only one to make the very earth break its own rules, allowing lotuses to bloom from barren soil. something painfully similar to rage threatened what remained of his rationality, and it took all he had to push it aside.
that didn’t matter. if he went off on some banal revenge quest, he’d be no better than them. your safety mattered more. he picked you up and set aside how calm his curse felt, beginning the trek back to his camp. behind him, the flowers already began to wither, losing their persistence without you to foster it.
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perhaps that initial meeting was luck. but these was no luck involved in your trust in him. when you woke up and saw him at your side, you chose to trust him. you chose to believe that he was not like the others, that he would protect you, and he was forever grateful for that trust. nobody could fault you for being angry, for being spiteful about what you were put through and choosing to lash out. nobody would have the right to be upset if you chose to vent your wrath against those that had hurt you.
but you didn’t. you chose, again and again, to believe in the world. you chose to let them live their lives, even if it meant getting hurt again in the process. you chose a quiet life traveling with him over the comfortable life on your throne. to willingly choose to travel with a disgraced knight to spare your people guilt… he couldn’t decide if it was noble or reckless. either way, he was selfishly happy that he was the one to stay by your side.
“i won’t try to convince you. but, please.. do not give up on yourself so easily.” i know far too many who have died by the same hand. “the world and its opinion does not define you. only you get to decide where fate leads.”
you lean towards him, and he thinks you might have passed out- but no, your head lands on his shoulder with far too much precision. he stiffens, not used to existence without a constant pain beneath his skin. “how motivational. you tell all your soldiers that?”
his heart is beating too quickly, thoughts unusually hard to grasp. you’re the only one who could have this effect on him. he only wished it wasn’t now, when your belief in yourself was on the edge. “i mean it. none of this is your fault, and neither are celestial actions the people’s fault. i know that you are hurt, but i don’t want you to accept that main needlessly. you shouldn’t have to view your creation with such pain.” slowly, carefully, he raises the hand closer to you, doing his best not to disturb you as he settles it on your arm. he’s can only hope that the contact brings you as much comfort as it does him. “if nothing else, believe me. promise you’ll at least try.”
he doesn’t think you’ll agree. why would you make a promise to one who represents the heaven’s betrayal? why would you let him hold you close at all, when you can surely sense the bindings of those who tried to kill you wrapped tightly around his soul? he doesn’t know. all he can do is hope.
“…alright, dainslef. i promise.”
twilight has long since fallen, and yet he smiles for the first time in centuries.
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prettygirl-gabi ¡ 2 days ago
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Title: Midnight Marathons & Morning Mischief
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Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader (Platonic: Jana El Alfy & Reader)
Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball
summary: she just wants her Girl back…
🏷️: @isansstuff , @yailtsv , @nicebellee , @sitawita , @thatonesuschix , @vamptizm , @elalfywhore , @starfulani , @authentic-girl03 , @paige05bby , @paxaz535 , @azziswrld , @jadasogay , @paigeluvvr
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I should’ve known that getting into a Lilo & Stitch marathon with Jana El Alfy would completely wreck my sleep schedule.
For the past two weeks, every night ended the same way—curled up in her room, laptop propped on her knees, eyes half-open as we forced ourselves to get through just one more episode. But, last night? Last night, I didn’t even make it back to my room.
I had knocked on her door after brushing my teeth, Stitch blanket in hand. She barely glanced up from her laptop, already loading another episode. “You ready?” she asked, shifting to make room for me.
“Duh,” I said, slipping under the covers beside her.
At some point, though, exhaustion won. The last thing I remembered was Stitch screaming in frustration at one of his cousins before my eyes shut completely. I didn’t even realize I had stayed over.
That is, until Paige started banging on the door.
“C’MON, JANA, WAKE UP! I DIDN’T MAKE THESE SCRAMBLED EGGS FOR NOTHING!”
My eyes barely cracked open before she added, “ALSO, GIVE ME MY GIRL BACK!”
I groaned, rolling onto my stomach, burying my face into the pillow. “She’s so loud.”
Jana, equally groggy, pushed her glasses up her nose and sighed. “I think it’s cute.”
I turned my head to give her a look. “That’s ‘cause you aren’t dating her.”
Jana laughed sleepily before stretching, her Stitch pajamas crinkling as she moved. I sat up slowly, adjusting my blue light glasses. My oversized UConn shirt fell to my thighs, barely covering my biker shorts. My hair was an absolute mess.
Paige banged on the door again. “I swear to God, if y’all don’t open this door—”
Jana, being the rational one, finally rolled out of bed and opened the door.
Paige stood in the hallway, hair messy, wearing a tank top and sweats. Her blue eyes landed on me immediately, narrowing slightly. “You traitor,” she muttered.
I rubbed my eyes. “Good morning to you too.”
Paige scoffed before stepping aside, waving us toward the kitchen. “C’mon. I woke up at five in the morning to make breakfast, and I refuse to let it go to waste.”
Jana and I shuffled toward the kitchen island, still half-asleep. The smell of eggs, toast, and hash browns filled the small dorm apartment. Jana grabbed a plate and started fixing her food, knowing she had to eat before the sun rose.
I sat beside her, plate in front of me, my head resting on my hand as I poked at my eggs with a fork. Jana was practically hunched over her plate, scarfing everything down before she started fasting.
Paige, however, stood by the counter with her arms crossed.
I raised an eyebrow. “Not eating?”
She shook her head. “Too tired.”
I rolled my eyes but let it go. Instead, I focused on finishing my meal while Jana made sure to drink enough water. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Paige finally moved.
Not to eat, though.
To cuddle.
She flopped onto the couch, lying on her back before turning her head toward me. “Babe,” she called, voice muffled. “Come here.”
I huffed, standing up, but instead of sitting beside her, I sat on the floor in front of the couch. Jana followed, laptop in hand, already queuing up another episode of Lilo & Stitch: The Series.
Paige didn’t protest. She simply shifted, laying her head in my lap with a tired sigh. I ran my fingers through her hair absentmindedly as the theme song played, already settling in for another episode.
Jana leaned against the couch, eyes glued to the screen, stuffing one last piece of toast in her mouth. Paige, meanwhile, made herself comfortable, arms wrapping lazily around my waist.
By the time Jana finished eating, the sun had started rising. She stretched again before letting out a small yawn. “Alright,” she said, closing her laptop. “I’m officially fasting now.”
I nodded, but before I could even think about moving, Paige grabbed my wrist.
“Oh no,” she murmured, voice sleepy but firm. “You’re coming back to bed.”
I stared at her. “Paige—”
“Nope.”
“Paige—”
She tightened her hold. “Come. Back. To. Bed.”
I turned to Jana, but she just smiled, standing up. “I’ll leave you two to figure that out.”
Paige smirked sleepily. “Traitor,” I muttered under my breath as Jana walked off.
Paige tugged my arm again. “Babe,” she whined.
I sighed, knowing there was no fighting it. “Fine,” I grumbled, letting her pull me up.
She grinned victoriously before wrapping an arm around my waist, guiding me back toward her room. The second we hit the bed, Paige pulled me close, nuzzling her face into my neck.
“Good night,” she mumbled.
“It’s morning,” I reminded her.
She groaned. “You know what I mean.”
I rolled my eyes but smiled, letting sleep pull me back under.
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canisalbus ¡ 1 month ago
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My roommates and I are fostering a Vasco for the week-end !
He doesn't look like yours but it's the first time I've heard this name in real life so I immediately had to think about your doggo 💕
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He really has your Vasco's personality tho, he's such a good boy 😌
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clambuoyance ¡ 2 years ago
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THIS MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD this was like a psychic attack on me but in a positive way like target audience REACHED, how did you know I so want a locket with kon pics in it LMAOOOOOO
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occasionalsnippets ¡ 4 months ago
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Would Kon know Mc and Tim switched?
Or maybe our girl is too good at it and Kon knows somethings wrong because Robin is still attractive but like in a different way for some reason.
Also also mc being Steph's bi awakening
You’re very good at acting as Robin and you’ve got contingencies for anything that could reveal you’re not Robin. If someone knows you’re not Robin, it’s either that you’re letting them know or that they know Tim well enough to notice. Early days of Teen Titans is very much ��roulette of if it’s Robin Robin or not-Robin” but they get better at figuring it out later, especially Kon. It probably also helps that at least the majority of the time it is Tim who is being Robin.
Tbh every relationship Tim has been in has ended with:
“Shame it didn’t work out… so your sister-“
“MY SISTER?????”
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