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SYNOPSIS: you fall for the wrong guy and get your heart broken, only to realize the right personâpaige, your best friendâhad loved you all along.
WARNINGS: angst, fluff, not much else :))
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you met paige bueckers in middle school, back when you were still figuring out who you wereâstill caught in that phase of being too old for barbies and too young to worry about your future. paige was already into basketball then, her blonde hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, her backpack always heavier than yours because she never went anywhere without a ball.
from day one, she was magnetic. the kind of person people gravitated toward without even realizing it. and for some reason, she picked you. from shared homework sessions to inside jokes that no one else would understand, the two of you became inseparable. you grew up togetherâmiddle school, high school, and now college. uconn. the dream school for her and, by extension, for you too.
you knew everything about herâher favorite gatorade flavor (orange, weirdly enough), how she needed to dribble exactly five times before a free throw, how she bit her lip when she was thinking. she knew everything about you too. or at least, you thought she did.
the thing was, you didnât know how she felt. not really.
because paige was good at hiding things.
and what she had been hiding for years was that she loved you. really, truly, deeply. not in the casual best friend way. but in the heart-aching, time-stopping, canât-look-away kind of way. and you? you were too busy falling for a boy named cooper.
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you met cooper your freshman year at a party paige dragged you to. he was charming in a rehearsed kind of way. perfect smile, messy hair, and eyes that crinkled just right when he laughed. he made you feel noticed, even in a room full of people.
paige had watched you from across the room that night, her stomach twisting as cooper leaned in closer to whisper something that made you laugh. she smiled too, for your sake. but inside, it felt like someone had taken a key and jammed it into a lock that was never supposed to open.
over time, you and cooper started dating. it was never perfect, but it felt like something. he told you you were beautiful, took you out when it was convenient, and kissed you like he meant it. but something always felt⌠off. like he was seeing a version of you heâd made up in his head.
paige noticed it long before you did. the way cooper never asked about your dreams, never remembered your favorite books or the way you liked your coffee. he was with you, but he didnât know youânot really. and still, you stayed.
because you wanted it to be real.
paige never said a word. she just watched from the sidelines, her heart breaking in silence.
that should be me, she thought.
holding your hand. making you laugh. loving you the right way.
ââââŕ¨ŕ§ââââ
it all came crashing down on a rainy friday in april.
youâd been waiting for cooper outside his apartment, holding takeout from your favorite thai place. you were smiling when one of his friends walked byâa guy youâd met once or twice at parties. his expression dropped when he saw you.
âyouâre still with cooper?â he asked bluntly.
you blinked. âyeah, why?â
he hesitated. âyou donât know, do you?â
âknow what?â
he sighed. âlook, i probably shouldnât say anything, but⌠heâs not serious about you. heâs been telling people youâre just⌠fun. a good time.â
you froze. the words hit harder than you expected. they werenât even said cruellyâthey were just matter-of-fact. like the truth had been obvious to everyone but you.
the takeout bag slipped from your hand, hitting the pavement with a dull thud. you didnât wait for cooper. you didnât even knock on his door.
you walked.
and somehow, without even thinking, you ended up at paigeâs dorm.
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she opened the door and immediately saw your faceâeyes red, lips trembling, soaking wet from the rain. without a word, she pulled you inside, wrapped you in her arms, and held you like she was trying to put your pieces back together.
âhe was using me,â you whispered into her hoodie. âall this time.â
she didnât say, i told you so. she didnât say, you shouldâve known.
she just whispered, âiâm so sorry,â over and over, rubbing circles on your back.
you cried for a long time. the kind of cry that comes from more than just heartbreakâit came from betrayal, embarrassment, confusion. but mostly, it came from the realization that youâd given your heart to someone who never really wanted it.
and when you finally calmed down, your face still buried in paigeâs shoulder, you whispered, âwhy did i let it get this far?â
paige pulled back just enough to look at you. her eyes were soft, but there was something behind themâsomething deeper.
âbecause you wanted to be loved,â she said. âand you deserve that. you just⌠picked the wrong person.â
your lip trembled again. âiâm so stupid.â
âno, youâre not,â she said fiercely. âyouâre not stupid. he is. he never saw youâlike, really saw you. but i did.â
you looked up at her then, confused. âwhat do you mean?â
her breath caught. she hadnât meant to say that. not like this. but the words had been sitting in her chest for so long they practically spilled out.
âi meanâŚâ she swallowed. âiâve been here. this whole time. watching you get hurt by someone who didnât deserve you. watching you love someone who didnât even know your favorite song. watching you smile for him when i knew that smile was meant for someone else.â
your heart thudded painfully.
âi know you,â she said, her voice shaking. âi know how you take your tea and how you always smell old books before you read them. i know the way your voice goes soft when youâre nervous and how you hum when youâre falling asleep. i know that you hate pickles and that you cry during car commercials sometimes. i know youâall of you. and i love every piece.â
silence.
âi love you,â she whispered.
you stared at her, stunned. âpaigeâŚâ
âiâm not saying this to make things weird. and iâm not saying it because i expect anything in return. but i couldnât not say it anymore. not after watching you break like that.â
tears welled up again, but for a different reason.
all this time, sheâd been right there.
and you never saw it.
âi didnât know,â you said softly. âi didnât⌠i never thoughtâŚâ
paige gave a small, sad smile. âyou werenât supposed to. i hid it pretty well, huh?â
you laughed through a sob. âno, youâre just better at hiding your heart than i am.â
her eyes locked on yours. âi donât want to hide it anymore.â
you didnât know what to say. so instead, you leaned in and pressed your forehead to hers.
âsay it again,â you whispered.
âi love you,â she breathed.
and something inside you shifted.
maybe it was the rain outside, or the fact that your heart was already raw and open. maybe it was the way paigeâs hands were still holding you like you were made of glass. or maybe it was just the truthâsettling into your bones like it had always belonged there.
you closed your eyes. âi think i always knew.â
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the next morning, the sun came up like nothing had changed. but everything had.
you werenât with cooper anymore. you hadnât texted him back, hadnât checked your phone once since the night before. he didnât deserve that part of you.
instead, you were lying in paigeâs bed, your head on her shoulder, her fingers tracing lazy circles on your arm.
âyou okay?â she asked softly.
you nodded. âmore than okay.â
she smiled at the ceiling. âi was so scared to tell you.â
âi was scared to see it,â you admitted. âbut now i donât want to look away.â
her fingers tightened around yours. âgood. because iâm not going anywhere.â
you turned to look at her. âpromise?â
âswear on my gatorade.â
you snorted. âthatâs serious.â she grinned. âtold you.â
weeks later, you walked past cooper on campus. he glanced at you, surprised to see you smile. and even more surprised when he saw paige walking beside you, your hand tucked into hers.
he didnât say a word. neither did you.
you didnât need to. because he never knew your heart.
but paige? she had it all along.
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BROKE GiRLS CODE ( l.hs )
ââââ pairing : bsf brother!lee heeseung x fem!reader
ââââ synopsis : Heeseung was the unapologetic rebel your sister warned you about: tattooed slacker who always hung around your house because he happened to be your best friendâs older brother. But after a tipsy truth or dare that ends with a secret the two of you had promised would never get out, the last thing you expected was for his friends to blab everything⌠to your sister. Now, while your family���s trust is on the line, your friendships are on the verge of collapse and Heeseung seems to be the only one remotely interested, you find yourself asking what truly happened that night: was it a mistake brought on by too much alcohol, or had both of you broken the code long before then?
ââââ theme : slowburn , friends to lovers , best friendâs brother trope, smut , angst, fluff.
ââââ warnings : nsfw mdni , unprotected sex , oral (f.rec) , dom!heeseung sub!femreader , light degration & praise , manhandling , rough sex , size kink, possessive and jealous hee !
ââââ taglist : @shyoko
You met Heeseung the summer before your second year of college.
You knew of him because he was Yunahâs older brother, he was attractive, nonchalant, he had the perfect body and he was cool. The type who made everyone shut up when he walked into a room.
He didnât talk much, but when he did, it was always clever. Smooth.
He had this stare that stayed in your mind, forever.
You used to think it meant nothing.
You were wrong.
The thing was: you saw him everywhere.
He was always crashing on the couch after basketball practice, walking around shirtless in the kitchen, teasing Yunah with his other friends while she was with you.
You werenât supposed to be watching him. But you did.
And maybe he noticed.
One night, you were curled up on the floor in your pajamas, scrolling your phone while the others argued over movie picks, and Heeseung leaned against the wall, eyes on you, and said, âYou always sit like that?â
You blinked. âLike what?â
He gave a lazy half-smirk. âLike you want someone to pull you into their lap.â
Your breath caught.
You didnât respond.
You shouldnât have.
Because it wasnât just teasing anymore.
It was something else.
Things were changing slowly.
Heâd offer you sips of his drink when no one was looking. Sit next to you even when there was a free seat across the room. Brush your hand on the staircase, low enough no one noticed.
He called you princess once, just once, and the way your thighs clenched was embarrassing.
You told yourself he didnât mean it.
You told yourself he did.
It got worse when your friends started teasing you.
âWhy do you blush every time Heeseung breathes?â Karina said.
âHe literally just exists,â Winter added, rolling her eyes.
But Ningning looked at you knowingly. âYou want him, donât you?â
You denied it.
Too fast, almost suspiciously.
Because you didnât want to want him.
He was Yunahâs brother.
Your best friendâs brother.
Thatâs girl code 101.
You didnât break rules like that.
Until the night he found you crying in the kitchen.
Youâd just failed a midterm. Your group project fell apart. You fought with Minji. Everything collapsed at once.
You thought everyone had gone to bed.
But Heeseung walked in, sleepy-eyed, shirtless, holding a glass of water.
And paused.
âYou good?â
You were sobbing , wiping your eyes fast. âYeah..just, ugh..I canât even..â
He leaned against the counter. âWhat happened?â
You didnât mean to tell him.
But you did.
And he listened.
Really listened.
No teasing. No smirks. Just quiet understanding.
Then he reached forward, brushed a thumb under your eye, and whispered, âYou work so hard. You donât deserve to break over things like this.â
Your chest cracked open.
Heeseung kept his hand there. Just long enough to make you feel safe.
Wanted.
After that, it spiraled, you guys started to get closer and closer each time. Late night calling, private talks, gaming.. things he used to do with only his ex.
That moment on the balcony when he pressed you to the railing, breath warm on your neck.
The way he looked at your lips but didnât kiss you.
âWhy do you keep doing that?â you whispered once.
He smirked. âDoing what?â
âActing like you want to kiss me, then pulling away.â
His eyes darkened.
âBecause I do.â
You froze.
âBut if I start,â he murmured, leaning close, âI wonât stop at just kissing you.â
Your knees went weak.
You thought about that line for weeks.
You told yourself you were over it.
That it was just lust. Just tension.
But one night, lying in bed with Giselle and Ningning gossiping beside you, you realized it wasnât that.
You liked his voice. The way he called people out gently. How he always handed Yunah the remote even though she never asked.
You liked him.
Really liked him.
And thatâs when it hit you.
You were absolutely fucked.
Because you didnât just want him for just fucking and getting over ur shitty ex..
You wanted his heart.
And then , it came Jakeâs party.
You hadnât planned to go. But everyone was going. Yunah insisted. Ningning dressed you in a tiny black skirt and told you to âact like you own the whole house.â
Heeseung was already there when you walked in. Leaning on the kitchen island. Red solo cup in hand.
He looked up.
And froze.
You knew that look, it was hunger.
The game of truth or dare started halfway through the night. Loud music. Too many drinks. Heeseung beside you again, drunk.
âTruth,â he said.
Jake grinned. âEver thought about fucking someone in this room?â
Everyone laughed.
But Heeseung?
He looked straight at you.
Didnât say your name.
Didnât have to.
The air shifted.
Your whole body flushed, your thighs clenching.
After that, it was a blur.
You went upstairs.
His hand in yours.
Heeseung didnât wait.
The second the door clicked shut behind you, he had you pressed against it, his mouth crashing into yours like heâd been starving. The taste of alcohol lingered between you, but nothing dulled the heat. His hands gripped your hips tightâtoo tightâand you moaned into the kiss, letting him devour you.
âYou know how long Iâve been waiting for this?â he growled, voice thick and ragged. âWatching you walk around like you donât fucking know what you do to me?â
âHeeseungââ you gasped, dizzy.
âWearing that tiny skirt,â he murmured, sliding a hand beneath it, his fingers dragging up your thigh. âAll night. Like you wanted me to snap.â
âI did,â you whispered.
That was all it took.
He spun you, pressing your chest to the door, grinding his hard cock against your ass.
âYouâve got no fucking idea what you just gave me permission to do,â he breathed, kissing up the back of your neck.
You whimpered when his hand slid into your pantiesâfingers instantly finding how soaked you were.
âFuck, baby,â he growled. âYouâre dripping.â
You arched into his touch. âPleaseââ
âWhat do you want?â he asked darkly, slipping one thick finger inside you. âTell me.â
âYou. I want you.â
He turned you around so fast your back hit the wood with a thud. His mouth crashed into yours again, desperate, hungry, needy. He walked you backward toward the bed, never breaking the kiss, until your knees hit the edge.
âYouâve got no idea what you do to me,â he said, dragging your panties down. âEvery time you laugh. Every time you act all innocent when youâre clearly just waiting for someone to put you in your place.â
He shoved you gently onto the mattress and dropped to his knees.
âYouâve been teasing me for months,â he muttered, spreading your thighs wide. âItâs only fair I get to make a mess of you now.â
You barely managed to gasp before his mouth was on your pussyâtongue licking a long, slow stripe up your center.
Your head fell back. âOh my Godââ
He groaned against you like he couldnât get enough. His tongue moved with precisionâcircling your clit, then flicking fast, then sucking just enough to make your legs tremble.
You fisted the sheets, arching off the bed. âFuck, Iâm gonnaââ
âGo ahead,â he muttered between licks. âCum for me, pretty girl. Right on my fucking tongue.â
You shattered.
Your thighs clamped around his head, your hips jerking as waves of pleasure tore through you. He held you down, let you ride it out, his lips never leaving your heat until you were whimpering from the overstimulation.
When he finally pulled back, his mouth was glistening. And his eyes? Ravenous.
âStill with me?â he asked.
You nodded, breathless.
âGood. Because Iâm not fucking done.â
He stripped in secondsâshirt, jeans, boxersâuntil he was standing in front of you, hard and heavy between his thighs, his veins popping, tip flushed.
Your eyes widened.
He smirked.
âThink you can take it?â
âPlease,â you whispered.
He leaned down, kissing you slowly this time. âYou sure about this? Because once I fuck you, baby, thatâs it.â
Your heart pounded.
âI donât want anyone else.â
Thatâs all he needed.
He climbed on top of you, lined himself up at your entranceâbare, hot, throbbing.
And slid in.
Raw. No condom. No barrier. Just you and him and all that heat and skin and emotion crashing into one breathless, broken moan.
âFuckâyou feel too good,â he hissed, burying himself deeper. âSo tight. So warm. You were made for me.â
You clung to his shoulders, nails digging into his back as he filled you to the hilt.
The stretch was overwhelming. He was bigâthick, heavyâbut you took all of him.
âLook at that,â he whispered against your neck. âTaking me so well. Letting me fuck you raw. So fucking desperate for me.â
He started movingâslow, deep thrusts that made your whole body tremble.
The room was filled with the sound of skin on skin, moans, whispered curses. Your name on his lips. His name on yours.
âYouâre mine,â he growled, picking up the pace. âSay it.â
âIâm yours,â you gasped.
âAgain.â
âIâm yours, HeeseungâfuckâIâm yours!â
He wrapped his hand around your throatânot squeezing, just holdingâand drove into you harder.
âYouâre gonna cum for me again,â he growled. âLet me feel it. Let me feel you fall apart on my cock.â
You were already there.
Your body tensed. Your legs wrapped around his waist. You came with a cry, pulsing around him.
That sent him over the edge.
âShitâgonna fill you up,â he groaned. âGonna cum inside this perfect pussy.â
You gasped.
And then you felt itâwarm, thick, deep. His release spilling inside you with a low, broken moan as he buried himself to the base.
He didnât pull out right away.
Just hovered over you, breath ragged, forehead pressed to yours.
âYouâre fucking mine now.â
You nod, frantically, still panting.
You didnât know what you got urself into.
Because a week later, everything shattered.
Someone blurted it out at another party.
âYeah, Heeseung and her? They fucked upstairs at Jakeâs. Ask him.â
The room went silent.
Yunah stared.
âWhat the fuck did you just say?â
Your blood went cold.
You were done for.
You ran out of the room.
He didnât follow.
Didnât call.
Didnât defend you.
And that hurt worse than anything.
You cried for days.
Minji threatened to kill him.
Winter said âI told you so.â
Karina and Hanni held your hands.
But nothing helped.
Because it wasnât just sex.
You loved him.
And he let you think it meant nothing.
The night it rained, he showed up on your street, hoodie soaked, eyes wrecked.
And whispered, âI love you.â
You slammed the door in his face.
He knocked again.
âI was scared,â he said. âScared that I wanted something I couldnât have. But I never meant to hurt you. Pleaseâlet me fix this.â
You looked at him.
At the boy who broke you.
The boy who made you feel like everything.
And you whispered, âOne chance.â
He pulled you into his arms like heâd never let go.
Now with heeseung?
He kisses you slow.
Loves you softer.
Fucks you like he means it.
You still catch Yunah giving him death stares. But sheâs trying.
Because even she sees it now.
Heeseung doesnât just want you.
Heâs yours.
And he always was.
Even when it broke every rule in the girls book.
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i forgot!
alessia russo x reader



when alessia meets the one just for her she makes sure she the right one before showing her off. even if there was really no doubt. well. besides your college. but you got her to forget about it for a while.
âare you a model?â you asked the blonde girl that you had been shameless watching move throughout the paris night club you were currently in. people were swarming the bars, leading to arms laying across a sticky counter with debit cards in hand and very close proximities.
a surpsied expression to your bold question came from the girl, her moving her ear away from your lips with a tint to her cheeks that wasnât there before. you could swear.
âa footballer actually. are you?â
alessia was automatically attracted to you. her eyes genuinely scanned your body painfully slow as her eyes filled with a obsession
âbasketballer actually. arenât you competing?â alessia peaked up at the more familiar accent, she knew she had heard it before. leaning forward towards the american stranger, enjoying her memories of the united stated
âmy nation didnât qualify. but innit that funny, i went to school in america?â
âwhat a shame. iâd love to watch you play. shame it wasnât at duke either, i would have seen you before that. i know that for sure.â
âand you lost me there. you were doing well tooâ you watched as disinterest comes across her face at the mention of your alma mater. not like it mattered to you, the footballer in front of you was all your mind was interested by.
âi never said i hated uncâ you had to yell for her to hear, pulling her closer to you by her waist as another body tried to squeeze behind her.
âthatâs because itâs the best in the countryâ
âin my country?â
âyour country.â her smile came back, bringing a burn deeper in your stomach. the bartender swiftly dropped off both her drinks and yours. âvos cartes.â you donât know what came over you; because it definitely wasnât logic when your hand came on-top of alessiaâs as she tried to start a tab. it was early in the night and you were still on a contact in the lowest paid league in america; but you had no problem treating the girl you were admiring for the night.
never had you thanked you agent more for sponsorships.
âmets toutes ses boissons avec les miennes ce soir. tout ce qu'elle obtient, je l'aiâ the bartender nodded to your fluent french and turned away without hesitation; only taking your card.
âput all her drinks in with mine tonight. whatever she gets, i gotâ
âwhat did you just do? also i thought you were from america? you sound great. â
âi gotta make my money somewhere, you went to america for experience no? just stay around for a while so i have something to look forward, remember to come say bye too.â
the sharpness to you, your undeniable looks, the free drinks.. how could she say no?
âi just might have to, and who do i come looking for?â
âyouâll find out if you come back. whatâs youâre name?â
alessiaâs eyes rolled at your secrecy, but bit her lip in enjoyment. she knew sheâd be coming back, how couldnât she. just look at you.
âalessia.â

âless these were out front?â leah announced as she entered alessia flat; confusion being noticed on the kent natives face until her eyes caught onto the pink peonies that we beautifully arranged for her.
leah carried them in carefully; not glancing to hard at them before handing them off. âtheyre beautifulâ
she would have kept an eye out front for them if she knew they were coming, but she never knew when youâd send them.
her cheeks when flushed and the pink in those flowers were so similar that you had secretly dedicated those flowers to her.
âoh my god, i didnât hear a ring. thank you le.â
âwho gave you those?â a question that gone unanswered.
alessia hadnât spoken a word about you to her teammate. you were too good to be true in her mind; she didnât want to ruin that before anything could actually happen.
quickly plucking the card off the floral pick and walked causally into the kitchen. âoh my those are beautiful less, who sent them?â
âsomeone from the states.â she slipped the card away into her back pocket before the overbearingness of the arsenal womenâs team started.
âohhhhâ
âa college fling?â
âhow many times have theyâve sent them?â
less pressed her lips together to hide the ever small smile from crossing her face. âonce or twice.â
âoh my god!â
âa man sent those??â
âay dios mĂo..â
the room continued with the chatter of who they may believe it to be. but surprisingly the room had two silent watchers. ones that alessia noticed instantly.
alessia felt as lotte watched her throw away the same peonies, now a week old. she felt emily watching as she cleaned the vase and put it in a cabinet. a cabinet with definitely more than one or two similar vases. emily would count on at least 7 or 8.
but of course they already knew that the american would have to be someone new to alessia.
they were alessiaâs bestfriends at her time at unc; and they knew she spent her time there as a stepping stone to make it where she is now. meaning she was focused, studious, and committed to soccer while there. she wasnât at unc to date, she was there to become better.
but alessia wasnât stupid. her eyes meet with lotteâs and emilyâs, giving them the look to please keep quiet for now. and thatâs what they did. because they didnât care that much.
well they did. but they knew if they pushed theyâd never know. and trust. they wanted to know so badly that they were willing to wait.
alessia didnât know why people cared so much if it didnât involve them; but what she did was learn was that people will always want to know too much.
the spotlight makes you learn that damn last.
and as the flowers became a second thought to the arrival to the skipper, that gave alessia an escape from the attention to do something she couldnât wait to do.
excusing herself to the bathroom from her guests once the timing felt right. her heart beating as she already pulled out her phone from her back pocket to text you a âthank youâ for the flowers as she walked through her flat.
pressing her back against her own bathroom door as she locked it. pulling out the card that was placed in the flowers from her back pocket so fast it may have ripped a corner. rubbing her thumb over the similar words as those that have brought her ease for the past 7 weeks.
i bought these flowers the same night i bought your ticket. youâll be here in a week and these should last you til then. ill spend my days waiting for you until then. xo

you had finally made your way back with lunch for the two of you and less couldnât hold back her excitement. she had jumped into your arms the second you had entered the apartment, giving you no time but to catch her. and thatâs what you did. âfinallyâ
holding her up against you with one arm as you held onto the food bag in your other, you walked the both of you into your apartment. letting the front door close and automatically lock as you walked you both into your kitchen. placing her and the food down on the counter before quickly placing a kiss to the british girls lips.
âhi hunâ you whispered against them as she snuck her hand up your shirt, leaving a comforting and warm hand on your side. in a way to remind you she was real. a reminder you were grateful for as you looked at her longer. âhi babyâ
âi got us our last american meal for a bitâ
âenjoy your messy burger because you obviously canât live without one for two weeks.â
âthatâs why i got it obviously..â you rolled your eyes back at her, âyou know you talk a lot of shit for someone who likes being in americaâ
âthatâs because youâre here.â alessia had sent butterflies to your stomach ever since the moment you had met her at club. and over the months you had gotten to learn her; you had learn that her comments like those. meant something. not only to you; but her too.
âis that why you had me push back your return flight?â
âare we not going to mention how you bought yourself a ticket to come back with meâ a teasing smile on her lips.
âno weâre notâ
your phone rang on the counter taking you both out of your moment together; her eyes moving subconsciously to see who it was. and when she read another womanâs name she automatically sat up straight and let her hand quickly fall off of your waist.
alessia couldnât help herself. as much as sheâd love to say she hadnât been looking for a red flag in you. she knew she had to be right about you being too good to be true in her mind.
âhey whatâs up?..â
and honestly; for a good second. she couldnât believe her eyes when you picked up your phone so nonchalantly infront of her, answering the call from the girl with not a second thought to you.
â..damn. no i canât watch tuck this weekend; im going out of town with less..â
but of course she was being dramatic.
of course you had been telling everyone about alessia.
you had been treating her like your girlfriend since the moment she had arrived and alessia loved it. but never admitted it.
a small smile cracking out from your lips and a sly wink was all alessia needed for her cheeks to become that signature pink and her forehead to come planting on the center of your chest.
and as you ended the call and pulled her head away from your chest. there was that light smile still on your lips âjealous over a dogâ
all alessia wants to do is kiss that smile off your face too. âit was the girl; and so what about it?â
âyouâre all i want lessâ

âno way. youâre not dating her less.â emily stood firm in alessia apartment. another wide smile coming across your face as you knew why. a laugh coming out after alessia looked at you crazy.
âwhat?â you stood in the center on alessia living room in a pair of her arsenal shorts and an college college hoodie.
âemily iâve told herâ you had met emily before due to emilyâs time in the nwsl and youâre continuing friendship with her u-19 national teammate tess boade.
âtold me what?â
âsheâs a blue devil?â
âwhat?â lotte quickly pipped in as if you had killed someone.
âshe went to duke? are you kidding less? how could you fall for the rival.â
âoh my god. i forgot.â
âare you actually doing this right now? baby i told you the night we met?â
âi forgot!â alessia exclaimed.
âwhat do you mean?! how could you forget?â
âshe was buying our drinks and she was looking really nice, i guess it just flew right over my head that night!â
âgod less youâre kidding.â
she wasnât. and maybe the enemy wasnât so bad after all.
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merynâs blog!
hey! iâm meryn, im 19, and in case you didnât read the username, i write about womenâs basketball! i almost exclusively write for the uconn girls (either x reader or pazzi), but i could be convinced to write for other college players or wnba players if i know enough about them. feel free to send asks/requests if you have them, or just to chat!
masterlist
đĽ = smut
đ = fluff
đ = angst
Pazzi
Whatever Azzi Wants, Azzi Gets đĽ
The Chains Stay ON đĽ
Stare đ
Need You đĽ
Not Just Friends đ
Every Loser Needs an Azzi đ
Let's Play Mermaids đ
Messy đĽ
Two Minutes đĽ
Every National Champion Deserves a Reward đĽ
Feels Like đ
Number One Pick đĽ
Relax đĽ
A Girlfriend Betrayal đ
Mine, Forever đĽ
Were You Gonna Tell Me? đ
Paige Bueckers
Embrace đ
Ease Your Troubled Mind đ đ
Azzi Fudd
nothing yet- send requests/prompts!
#paige bueckers#azzi fudd#uconn wbb#pazzi#uconn womenâs basketball#pazzi fics#women's basketball#masterlist#dallas wings
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Perfection Ch 3.
Summary: AU Fic where Paige is a D1 Football player and Azzi is an overwhelmed Biology major.
Word Count: 3.4k
Warning: Typical party stuff, (Weird obsessed Ex that ignores boundaries), Power dynamic, Alcohol,
Note: I lowkey hate how I wrote this chapter but I needed to get it out.đŞ
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The invitation comes the following day through the slot of Azziâs door in the middle of one of her and Carolineâs late night study sessions.
âWhatâs thatâ Caroline ask as she looks at the orange and purple piece of paper that Azzi picked up.Â
âPaige wants me to go to her birthday partyâ Azzi says very matter of factly before discarding the invite on her desk. She could care less about a party with all of the midterms she had coming up. Especially with her Ochem grade falling behind.Â
âWoah, are you being for realâ Caroline says as she jumps up to grab the invitation off the desk before scrambling to read it. âYou just got invited to the best party of the year and you are just going to throw it on your desk like it is a homework assignmentâ
âYeah, I wasnât planning on going or anything. The Slime mold guy is giving a presentation, which I go to every year, and plus there is gonna be free pizza.â Azzi rambled on.
This is the way that she has spent her last two college Halloween and she wasnât trying to change it for a girl who almost took her out.Â
But maybe she should change and now that she thinks about it the man gave her the same pitiful look as she excitedly spent her Halloween at the presentation with an unimpressed Caroline and Ines (Who only came for the IHOP trip afterwards.)Â
Caroline turns to really look at the girl  as if she was crazy before stating.
âWe are going to this party, whether I have to drag you there or not.âÂ
The brunette groans seeing no way out of going to a party for her roommate who almost took her out.
âLetâs meet in your room to pre-game Saturdayâ Caroline says as she grabs her bag to leaveÂ
Once she is out of earshot, Azzi turns over in her bed and screams into her pillow.
âââ
Azzi spends the rest of the week dreading the fact that she has to go to the party. She has tried everything to stop Caroline from making her go. From bribes, to heckling her from the sideline at club basketball as she nursed her hurt leg.Â
She even made Xavier draw a picture of her in a jail cell with the words âFree Azziâ underneath.Â
None of that matters to the other girl, as she found herself getting ready in Azziâs dorm room.
âThis is going to be so much funâ Caroline stated as she sorted through her costume options âWho knows we might even find someone to hook up with, so we can have a true college experience.âÂ
The emphasis on college experience almost made Azzi throw a pillow at her head. She was just fine spending all of her time in the lab.
âAbsolutely notâ Azzi declared. She had never been one for hook up culture and the thought of having to talk to any guy on campus icked her out and talking to a girl sent her into heart palpitations.Â
âItâs not that bad, maybe you can even see what is happening with you and Paigeâ Caroline chimed in while applying eyeliner. She should have seen it coming, between all of the vent sessions that the brunette had, she should have known that Carolina had been observing her.Â
âNothing is going on there, Carâ Azzi stated defensively-folding her arms
âSure, You went from almost about to kill her in her sleep to being invited to her birthday party in one dayâ Caroline commented, throwing her arms up âbut sure, there nothing thereâ
Sure, Azzi could admit that her roommate was attractive, but she wasnât trying to mess with the positive streak that they had just started.  She has gone three days without homicidal thoughts about the blonde.Â
It would also mean opening a can of worms she wasnât ready to deal with.
âInes save meâ Azzi cried dramatically wrapping her arms around the younger girls waist as she layed in the bed,  paying no mind to her and Caroline shenanigans as she played the Sims on Azziâs computer.
âFine, What are you gonna wearâ Caroline asked, realizing she wasnât getting anywhere.
âMy Olaf onesieâ Azzi announced like it was the easiest decision in the world.
âNope we are not doing this againâ Caroline groaned as she picked up her phone âI am calling for back up.â
The phone rings for three seconds before the person on the other line picks upÂ
âWhatâs up, Carâ Aaliyah, who was  the three girls former mentor, before going to one of the most prestigious Med school in the country,asked (and yes Azzi was still salty about her moving so far away from them.)
Caroline spends the next ten minutes catching the older girl up- from their awful housing assignment, to Azziâs superstar roommate, and the party that they were about to attend before waiting for the verdict.
âAz, youâre going to that party and you are going to wear a sexy costume, and you are going to have funâ Aaliyah egged on which Caroline encouraged â You have no reason not toâ
âBut Liliâ Azzi cried
âNope, go have the fun I never had and tell me about it when I come in town next weekâ Aaliyah demanded, leaving Azzi with no other choice.Â
With the help of the Ines and Caroline, and Aaliyah over the phone, she had gotten dress in 45 minutes. They had decided to go with Carolineâs old costume from freshman year.
Staring into the mirror, she canât help but notice that her current appearance was nothing like her typical STEM uniform of a baggy hoodie and sweatpants.Â
The pink corset hugged her torso in all of the right places and the lace at the top wrapped around her arms. The tight corset pushed her chest up to the right place and the ribbon in the middle was the cherry on top.Â
The matching pink skirt hugged her waist and was sooo much shorter than anything she would typically wear. Her face was perfectly dolled up and her curls were out in full form that gave value to her face. Caroline had even given her the matching wand and tiara that finished off the perfect princess look.Â
âPerfectâ Caroline announced as Ines shaked her head in agreement as if they were her typical Fairy Godmothers
âââ
Azzi definitely believes that the slime mold presentation would have been better than the crowded Airbnb she had just entered. The house was ginormous and was covered head to toe in white luxury brands.
From the copious amounts of drinks that were  floating around, to the frat boys  that were running off the roof into the pool, and the people making out on what looked like the ownerâs brand new white couch. She was definitely overstimulated.
From the looks of it, Paige had went way over broad and she didnât even want to think about how high the cleaning fee or insurance that Paige was going to have to pay.Â
Azziâs plan was to stick with Caroline and Ines for the whole night before eventually heading to IHOP. She had even plan to slip Paigeâs gift on the way out, avoiding a full confrontation.
All of that went out the window when a lean man with brown curls had snatched Caroline away ( Not before Caroline asked 500 times would she be ok.) And now Ines had a group of girls who were complimenting her homemade Sims plumbob head band that she choose to wearÂ
Ines had really forgotten her costume but Azzi respected the grind.
So now all she could do was stand againist the wall pretending to know all of âDreams and Nightmareâ until she had felt a tap on her shoulder.
âI saw that there was a Slime mold presentation on a flyer and I thought I had lost youâ Paige remarked, hanging her arm over Azzi, almost as if they had been long term friends.Â
Azzi turns around to find the blonde wearing a matching spider web set and was wearing hard hair down. Despite not wearing a costume, her aura was different, almost as if she knew she was in her element.
 âI didnât have a choiceâ Azzi groaned out as she looked at the flickering lights. She had to look anywhere else or she might just combust in to flames.Â
âWell I am glad you cameâ Paige yelled over the music âYou look so pretty tonight.â
The blonde was clearly inebriated and whatever was in the cup in her other hand sure wasnât helping her case.  Before Azzi could even answer her remark, Paige was dragging her off to the front of the house.
âââ
The kitchen was filled with any drink imaginable and around it was the majority of the womenâs football team starting line up. The girls appeared to be in a game of who could fit the most whipped cream in their mouth.
âI totally won thatâ Ice mumbled out, whipped cream spilling out of her mouth as she talked.
KK who was already choking and tired of Iceâs bullshit, decided to take matters into her own hands. Taking a new can of whip cream and spraying it all over the taller girl.
âAre they always like this?â Azzi asked watching the two older girl tackle each other in the small kitchen walkway.
âThis is actually calm for themâ Paige muttered, grabbing two red solo cups before filling them up to the brim with a mysterious liquid. â Ignore them, this is step one for UConn Party, it stops you from questioning the crazyness around youâ
Paige reaches a cup towards Azzi which she graciously takes.
Not before thinking about how hard Katie must be turning in her sleep knowing her daughter is doing something to disturb her psyche like taking a drink from a semi-stranger.
She brings the cup to her lips and is immediately overwhelmed with the different components-the Vodka, sprite, the Grenadine- and god knows what else is in the cup. Her first instinct is to spit the god awful drink out but after turning to face an amused Paige, her only option is to put on her big girl pants.
âMost people wouldâve been looking for the nearest trash can, good job rookieâ Paige says completely impressed.Â
âI donât understand why anybody would drink thatâ Azzi says disgusted, stick her tongue out, âDo you believe me now when I say, I go to partiesâÂ
âItâs for the buzzâ Paige jokes lightly slapping the youngerâs girl back â and I still donât believe you.â
Azzi hangs her head in defeat as the older girls eyes pop out.
âI havenât introduced you to the teamâ Paige says looking out at the group of girl who have moved on to another topic
âThe one dressed up as an Ice cube is IsunehâÂ
âGovernment name is crazyâ Ice points out â I go by Ice hence the costume.
âAnyways thatâs KK in the good burger costume, the girl with the nurse costume is Evina, to the left of her with the shark onsie is Jana, and the girl who looks like a fashionista on the end is Nika.â Paige rambles on about her teammates.Â
Azzi notices the way the older girl talks about her teammates with pride. Even though they look like some of the craziest people alive. She is definitely adding this to her positive list of Paige habits.
âAnd youâre the roommate who Paige almost murdered with a footballâ Nika asked with a menacing smirk âShe talks about you all the timeâ
âBro, chillâ Paige chocked. âNo I donât.â
Her ears turn bright red and the blonde begins to fidget with her jacket.
Just as Azzi was about to make a joke. A wavy brunette who was intoxicated out of her mind walked up to Paige.
Azzi wasnât one to slut shame but the gir looked as if she had just clocked out of a strip club and pulled up to the party.Â
What took Azzi by surprise was how the girl pushed Paige against the countertop. Quickly dropping to her knees as if it was a scene straight out of a porno. Her hands rose to the tie of Paigeâs sweatpants before she could react.Â
âWhat are you doing?â Paige asked in utter shock, pushing the smaller girl to her ass. The scene caused everyone in the party to freeze  and look towards the kitchen.Â
âGiving you your birthday present, sillyâ she laughed innocently, as if she wasnât about to give unconsensual head in front of everybody.Â
âWhy canât you get the fact that we are no longer together in your fucking headâ Paige angrily yelled , her tone doesnât match the pure fear that was casted over her face. The blondeâs eyes darted back in forth at the herd of people around her.Â
âIt was just a joke, you still take everything so seriouslyâ the mysterious girl scoffed, brushing her self off as she stood. She took one final look at the blonde before disappearing back into the sea of college students towards her rowdy friend group who was egging her on.
Once the blonde confirms that her ex was out of her sight, she lets out a long sigh
âYou good Pâ Nika askedÂ
âYea that was fucked upâ Jana added on.Â
âNext time I see that bitch itâs on sightâ Ice commented as KK demonstrated the punches she would land.Â
âYeah, I am okay guysâ Paige tried to emphasize with a big smile that didnât match her eyes. âI need to check on something.â
The older girl grabbed her phone before leaving the room, leaving the group worried.
âFollow herâ Evina reassured Azzi as she placed her hand on her shoulder âShe needs someone who isnât her teammate right now.âÂ
âââ-
It takes Azzi ten minutes to find Paige in the huge mansion. Mainly due to the fact that she kept opening the wrong door to finding couples trying to make it to third base. The amount of sorry she has pathetic uttered in the last ten minutes should be entered for some Guinness World Record.
Azzi has also spent the last couple of minutes racking her brain for any connections of who the girl might possibly be. She is pretty sure she has seen the girl on campus in some capacity. Big sign, meet and greets, athletic promotions.
âThey sent you up hereâ Paige asked, scaring the mess out of Azzi as she was deep in thought. The older girl was not in the spot that Evina had told her about. She was sprawled on the long sofa in the loft that looked out of huge glass windows with a balcony on the other side.
âYea, but I wanted to check on youâ Azzi admitted. Paige eyes widen at the statement before returning back to its neutral state.Â
âThere is nothing to check onâ Paige stated âMy crazy-ex, willow, who thinks she owns me because our families have been going to the same tailgate since the dawn of time and because her family are boosters for my team, does something crazy, shockerâ
It was all starting to come back to Azzi at the mention of her name. Willow was the captain cheerleader who was always attached to the hip with Paige at every event. Carolina would always talk about how they were each others one true love until they had a messy break up.Â
âThat doesnât give her the right to touch you like thatâ Azzi frowns. She knows that she is overstepping her boundaries of their week long friendship but the way that Paige is writing this off is concerning.
â I am used to it, with you know the fans and whatnotâ Paige utters as if it was everyday thing to get assaulted.
âYou donât have to be okay with itâ
âCanât disappoint my fans and my peopleâ Paige says as she gives Azzi a weak smile, trying to put the conversation to rest as she walks onto the balcony.Â
The two fall into a natural silence until Azzi says something.Â
âFor someone who is so excited about throwing a Halloween birthday party, you sure didnât put a lot of effort in your costumeâ Azzi comments looking straight ahead at the party guest and the night time sky. She could tell that Paige need a break from talking about her crazy ex.Â
âSee, I like the horror, making people almost piss their pants through pranks Halloweenâ Paige rattled on âNot so much the costume, passing out candy bitâ
âYou havenât pranked me yetâ Azzi statedÂ
âItâs coming donât worryâ Paige reassured âRight now it is time for Step two of a great UConn party.âÂ
The blonde takes off her matching set to reveal a purple two piece underneath. The top was more adjacent to a sports bra while her bottoms showed off her fit legs.
It takes every atom in Azziâs body to not a stare at the blonde physique.Â
âDid you wear a swimsuit underneath, like I told youâ Paige asked.Â
Azzi nodded her head as she took off her corset and skirt to show a pink strapless swim top and matching bottoms.
Paige makes eye contact with the younger girl before jumping off the balcony into the huge pool below. She stays under the water for a bit before coming up to the surface to motion Azzi to do the same.
If Azzi was in her right mind, she would be looking for the signs about no diving and what would her mom think. But between the Alcohol and her hot blonde roommate, she decides against her better judgment.Â
As soon as her feet leaves the balcony, adrenaline courses through her veins as she feels pressure leaving her body. Just as soon as she falls her body is consumed with the freezing cold water below.Â
Azzi opens her eyes to the burn of the chlorine and stream of bubbles that surround her. As soon as she surfaces, Paige grabs her, pulling their bodies way too close.Â
âWhat did you thinkâ Paige asked, waiting for the brunetteâs approval.Â
âEvina thinks I am crazy for doing it but it feels like, just for a moment, all of my problems are goneâ
âThat was amazingâ Azzi giggled, still trying to take everything in âCaroline would freak if she saw what I just didâ
As if she were an urban myth, who appeared when her name was muttered, Caroline shriek was heard throughout the whole party.Â
âAzzi, What the hellâ Caroline yelled as she attempted to pull the her out of the pool. âItâs time to goâÂ
âI am in trouble nowâ Azzi muttered, clearly drunk out of her mind, towards a concerned Paige.Â
âWhat about step threeâ Paige asked, as Caroline tried to wrap a towel over the other girl.Â
â You can show me another time Paigeyâ Azzi called out, deciding this was the perfect time for them to use nicknames
âOkay, Azâ Paige called back as she watched the younger girl be guided into the house.
âââ
âWhen I told you to have fun tonight, I didnât mean for you to jump off of a balconyâ Caroline reprimanded as she watch the two other girls tear into their pancakes.Â
The trio didnât leave the party until 2 in the morning. Between finding dry clothes for Azzi and pulling Ines from her group, Caroline was drained.Â
âI was having so much funâ Azzi cried as she sulked into the booth âYou didnât have to cockblock meâÂ
âIf by cockblock you mean making sure you made it home tonight and didnât do something you would regret with your roommate that you hate, then yes, I am the biggest cockblockerâ Caroline declared as she took a sip from her waterÂ
âShe is not even that badâ Azzi added on. âWhat happened to your dateâ
 âIt was great until he threw his whole beer everywhere after losing in beer pong, I was pretty much icked out after thatâ Caroline grimaced as she reminisced. âHow about you Ines?â
âI have a coffee date, tomorrowâ Ines proclaimed proudly.
âThatâs my girlâ Caroline said as she wrapped her arms around the smaller girl.Â
As Azzi watches the other two girls talk about their party experience, she couldnât help but to think about why she couldnât get the football player out of her head and how she will never know the third step to a great UConn party.Â
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Hi!
I loved Home Movies so I was wondering if you could do another Steve smut. Something where he gets jealous and gets really rough with the reader?
Thanks!
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if you want to read my other steve smut, click here!
pairing: steve harrington x f!reader (au (but still the 80's), but both are early to mid 20's)
word count:Â 3.3k
summary: you wouldn't actually go out with jason...would you?
warnings: SMUT WARNING 18+!, friends/coworkers to lovers, jason is a shithead, VERY SLIGHT reader x jason, dom!steve, sub!reader, p in v, birth control is not mentioned but is implied (wrap it b4 u tap it gang), use of the word 'slut' once, cunnilingus for a second, nipple play, steve can get kinda rough, SLIGHT orgasm denial, creampie, cum eating mention (?), not proofread
a note: i don't think i slayed with this...
please reblog and like, it means a lot! let me know what you think!
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It was an abnormally quiet Friday night.
You sit at the counter of Family Video, making paper stars out of a McDonald's straw wrapper, waiting for either a customer or for the clock to strike 10pm so you could finally close. Whichever came first.
Steve walks around the store, sweeping up quite literally nothing, just trying to find a way to kill the last 15 minutes before close. He had already faced the VHS tapes, restocked the candy, and put away the returns. Part of him wishes he just didnât do it all so quickly.
âWhere is everyone?â Steve finally breaks the silence, leaning against the counter, setting the broom against it. âI thought it was Friday night.â
You shrug. âMaybe at the game.â
Steve scoffs, propping himself up on his hands. âWho would pick spending their Friday night watching a basketball game over watching a movie? I mean, A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddyâs Revenge just came out last month!â
You sigh, folding over the strip of paper, continuing to craft your star. âMaybe they donât want to watch a horror movie in December.â
Steve groans, dramatically leaning against the counter again. âSave me from this boredom, please, pretty girl. I just want to go home.â
The door opens and the bell dings.
âHi, welcome to Family Video.â You both say simultaneously.Â
You look over the counter, pushing on your elbows to see around the shelf. Jason Carver lazily walks in, hands shoved in his lettermanâs jacket pockets as he glances around. You immediately lose interest, sitting back down on the stool. You start to work on your paper star again.
âHey man, what's up?â Steve greets Jason casually, leaning back against the counter. All things considered, they were friendly with each other. They were old teammates in high school, after all. He glances at the clock - still ten minutes left until closing time. âWhat happened to the game?â
Jason shrugs nonchalantly as he approaches the counter. âThe game ended early and now everyone's heading to the after party.â He pauses, glancing between you and Steve. âYou guys coming?â
Steve frowns slightly, looking over at you, still engrossed in your origami project. âUh, I'm not sure yet. Might head home, actually.â
Jason raises an eyebrow. âReally? Passing up free beer and babes for a night alone? That's not like you, Steve.â
âYeah wellâŚâ Steve trails off, shrugging. Jasonâs gaze shifts to you. He leans on the counter, tapping his hands on it.Â
You sigh, sitting up straighter. You hated these stupid fucking barstools. âIâm not going either, Jason.â
Steveâs eyebrows raise as he leans closer. âOh yeah? Got plans tonight, then?â His tone was curious, but there was something else thereâŚjealousy perhaps?
No. Of course not.
You shake your head. âNope, just not feeling up for it. Iâm tired.â You look back down at the straw wrapper, continuing to fold it. You were almost done.
Jason scoffs, tapping the table. âWell, thatâs shitty. The hottest girl in our entire college is sitting my party out. Whatâs the world coming to?â Your nose scrunches slightly. You already didnât like Jason, but the way he was talking about you was leaving a sour, vinegary taste in your mouth.
You sigh, rolling your shoulders. âItâs not my scene, Jason. You know that.â
Jason stares at you for a moment, taking you in. He wasnât admiring you, he was looking at you hungrily. âCome on, sweetheart. Not even for me?â
âNot even for you,â You say. âParties just arenât my thing.â
Steve frowns at Jason's comment, crossing his arms. "Dude, come on. Don't be a creep." He glanced over at you, trying to convey sympathy through his expression.
Jason laughs, waving a hand dismissively. âWhat? I'm just inviting her. No need to get all defensive.â He turns back to you, smirking. âYou know, if you change your mind, you're always welcome at my place.â
âI appreciate the offer,â you reply dryly. âBut I think I'm good.â You finish folding the straw wrapper into a tiny star and set it aside, trying to find something else to do. Anything to avoid looking at him.
Jason turns his attention back to Steve momentarily. âYou know, Nancyâs gonna be there.â
That causes Steve to tense up slightly, his jaw clenching. âShe is?â
âYeah, man.â Jason says. âHeard she and Byers are taking a break. This is your shot, man.â
Steve clears his throat, trying to play it cool. âYeah, I guess I might swing by for a bit then. Do you think I could convince her to get back with me?â
âYeah, dude, totally.â Jason says, picking up the star you made. He rolls it between his fingers. âSheâll be all over you before midnight. You know, I heard she still wears underwear with the days of the week on them.â
Steve chuckles, standing up from the counter. âShe wasnât when she was dating me.â
Something in your stomach twists at the idea of Steve getting back with Nancy. It wasnât that you didnât like Nancy, you did, you just thought they were over. You thought that you and Steve were starting to feel something for each other, always sending each other flirty glances during your shifts. He even called you âpretty girlâ. Apparently you were wrong.
You press your lips together. Might as well shoot your shot with Jason, right?
âYou know what, Jason?â You suddenly interject, leaning across the counter. âMaybe I do wanna go.â
Steve looks surprised at your sudden change of heart, raising an eyebrow. âYou do? I thought you weren't feeling itâŚâ
Jason grins, tossing the star back onto the counter. âTold ya, Steve. My parties are where it's at.â He leans closer to you, your faces almost touching. His breath smells of menthol cigarettes and Pabst Blue Ribbon beer, and you dig your fingernails into your palms to stop from gagging. âYou wanna come with me, baby?â
Gross. âYeah, Iâd love to.â The lie flows off of your tongue quickly.Â
Steve watches the exchange between you two, a mix of confusion and disappointment on his face. He places his hands on the counter. âYou want to go with Jason? Of all people? You donât even like Jason.â
âIâm right here, manââ
âMaybe I like him now.â You cut Jason off. âYou donât know me better than I do.â
Steve scowls, clearly unhappy with the situation unfolding before him. âWhatever, suit yourself.â He straightens up, crossing his arms over his chest. âJust don't say I didn't warn you.â
Jason reaches out, lightly slapping your cheek. âIâll let you close up, sweet thing. Iâll be outside.â
He leaves as quickly as he arrived, the bell dinging as the door shuts.
You both close the store in silence. You count the register before putting the money in the safe as Steve shuts the door, puts up the barricade, and turns on the alarm.Â
You can feel him staring at you as he approaches the counter. You look over at him. âWhat?â
Steve huffs, running a hand through his hair. âYou're really going to go with him? After everything we've...talked about?â He steps closer, his brown eyes intense. âI thought maybe there was something between us. But I guess I was wrong.â
His gaze drops to your lips briefly before meeting yours again. There's a flicker of hurt and confusion in his expression. âFine. Go have fun with Jason then. See if I care.â He turns away, dismissing you.
âIâm only going with him because youâre going to get back together with Nancy.â You admit, walking around the counter to stand in front of him. You had no reason to lie. âAs if I would actually be caught dead with Jason out of my own volition.â
Steve stops in his tracks, turning around to face you fully. His eyes narrow, a hint of anger flashing in their depths. âExcuse me? You think I'd choose Nancy over you?â He takes a step closer, his voice lowering. âIs that what this is about? Jealousy?â
The air between you crackles with tension as Steve looms over you, his presence overwhelming. You can smell the lingering scent of aftershave, mixed with a faint hint of cologne. His jaw clenches, and for a moment, you worry he might lunge at you.
But instead, he reaches out, gripping your chin firmly. His thumb brushes against your lower lip, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. âListen to me. If I wanted Nancy, I wouldn't be wasting my time with you.â
âYou say that yet you never do anything, Stevie.â You say. âJason is at least honest that he wants me.â
Steve's grip on your chin tightens slightly, his brow furrowing. âHonest? Is that what you call it?â He releases you abruptly, stepping back and raking a hand through his hair in frustration. âJason doesn't give a damn about you beyond using you for his own entertainment.â
He sighs. âAnd as for me, maybe I am hesitant to make a move because I don't want to ruin what we have. We work well together, pretty girl. Let's not screw that up over some misplaced feelings.â Despite his words, you notice the way his gaze lingers on your lips, the slight flush creeping up his neck. Steve is struggling with his own desires, torn between caution and the undeniable attraction between you.
âMy feelings arenât misplaced.â You say.Â
Steve's eyes search yours, a mix of longing and uncertainty in their depths. For a long moment, neither of you speaks, the silence heavy with unspoken emotions.
Finally, Steve exhales slowly, dropping his arms to his sides. âOkay, fine. Maybe they're not.â He takes another step closer, until he's mere inches from you. âBut what happens after we admit these feelings? We both know our lives are complicated enough without adding romance to the mix.â
He reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch sends shivers down your spine. âTell me, pretty girl, what do you want from me?â
âAll I want is you.â You say softly.
Steve's breath catches at your confession, his hand stilling against your cheek. His eyes darken with desire, a muscle ticking in his jaw as he struggles to maintain control. âYou don't know what you're asking for,â he warns, his voice low and rough. But despite his words, he leans in closer, his face mere inches from yours. You can feel the heat radiating off his skin, the intoxicating scent of his cologne enveloping you. Your heart races, anticipation building in the pit of your stomach.
âLast chance to back out,â Steve murmurs, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours. âBecause once I kiss you, there's no going back.â
You lean up and kiss him.Â
As soon as your lips meet, the world seems to fade away, leaving only the electric connection between you and Steve. He groans softly into the kiss, his hands coming up to cradle your face as he deepens the embrace.
Tongues dance, tasting and exploring, the passion between you explosive. Steve pulls you flush against his body, his hardness pressing insistently against your belly. You can feel the heat of his arousal, stoking the flames of your own desire.
Breaking the kiss, Steve rests his forehead against yours, panting heavily. âFuck,â he whispers hoarsely. âI want you so bad it hurts.â His hands slide down to your hips, squeezing possessively. âBut we need to talk about boundaries and expectations. This isn't just a one-night thing for me.â
âFine by me.â You say breathlessly.Â
A slow, wicked grin spreads across Steve's face at your agreement. He captures your mouth in another searing kiss, his tongue delving deeper as he pushes you against the counter.Â
âYouâre so cute, you know that?â Steve whispers against your lips, nipping at them playfully. âI've wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you.âÂ
With that, he claims your mouth again, kissing you with a fierce intensity that leaves you breathless and aching for more. His hands slip under your shirt, palming your breasts as he teases your nipples into hard peaks through the fabric of your bra. You moan softly, pressing against him as your thighs clench. You reach out to grab his biceps.
Steve grinds his hips against yours, letting you feel how hard he is. âFeel what you do to me, baby?â he purrs, nibbling on your earlobe. âI'm gonna make you feel so good, you won't ever want anyone else.â
His hands slide down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze as he lifts you effortlessly. Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, the heat of his erection pressing against your core. He carries you into the managerâs office, shutting the door behind him. He clears a space with one hand before setting you on the edge.
"I want to taste every inch of you," Steve murmurs huskily, trailing kisses along your jawline and down your neck. He tugs at the hem of your shirt impatiently. "Can I take this off? Please?"
You nod eagerly, lifting your arms to allow him to remove your shirt. Your chest heaves with each ragged breath as his hungry gaze roams over you. You bite your lip, watching him with wide, eager eyes.
The sight of your perfect tits encased in lacy lingerie makes Steve's mouth water. âGoddamn, baby,â he breathes reverently, reaching out to trace the swell of your cleavage with a fingertip. âYou're fucking gorgeous.â
âYeah?â
âYeah. Prettiest girl Iâve ever seen.â
Unable to resist, he dips his head, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the tops of your breasts. His tongue darts out, teasing the sensitive skin above the cups of your bra. âLet me see all of you,â he pleads, looking up at you with smoldering eyes.
His hands find the clasp of your bra behind your back, deftly unfastening it. The garment falls away, revealing your hardened nipples to his appreciative gaze. âBeautiful,â Steve whispers, cupping the weight of your breasts in his palms.
âAll yours.â You say breathlessly.Â
A low groan rumbles in Steve's chest at your words. Leaning in, he draws one taut nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. His other hand kneads your neglected breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
He lavishes attention on first one breast, then the other, sucking and licking until you're writhing beneath him. Your fingers thread through his hair, holding him to your chest as jolts of pleasure shoot straight to your pussy.
âStevieâŚâ you whimper, arching into his touch. âPleaseâŚâ
Releasing your nipple with a wet pop, Steve looks up at you with a devilish smirk. âWhat do you need, baby? Tell me what you want.â His hand drifts lower, teasing along the waistband of your jeans.
You lift your hips, biting your lip.
Steve chuckles lowly, the sound sending vibrations through your heated skin. He pinches your nipple roughly. âWords, pretty girl.â
âPlease eat me out!â You blurt out.
âMmm, someone's eager,â he purrs, popping the button of your jeans and slowly dragging down the zipper. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of both your jeans and panties, tugging them down your legs in one smooth motion. Tossing them aside, he settles between your parted thighs, his breath ghosting over your slick folds.
âYou're so wet already,â Steve marvels, running a finger through your slit. He brings it to his lips, sucking your essence clean with a groan. âFuck.â
Spreading your thighs wider, he lowers his head, flicking his tongue out to taste you directly from the source. âOh fuck, yes,â he moans against your pussy.
You let out a sharp gasp, your back arching as his tongue delves into your pussy. Your hands fly to his hair, gripping tightly as you grind against his face.
Steve laps at your dripping pussy like a man starved, his tongue plunging deep to claim every inch of you. He suckles on your throbbing clit, the suction making your vision blur with pleasure.
Your desperate grinding against his face only spurs him on, his hands gripping your hips to hold you in place as he devours you. Moans vibrate against your sensitive flesh, adding to the intense sensations overwhelming your senses.
Suddenly, Steve withdraws, leaving you panting and bereft. He rises to his feet, his eyes blazing with lust as he quickly sheds his clothes. His thick cock springs free, already leaking precum. âHold onto the desk,â he commands gruffly, positioning himself between your thighs. âI'm gonna fill you up so good, baby.â
He spits on his cock and grips your hips, lining up with your entrance.
You grasp the edge of the desk, bracing yourself as he pushes forward, sheathing himself inside you with a single, powerful thrust. A loud cry tears from your throat at the sudden fullness, your inner walls clenching around his cock.
âFuck, you're tight!â Steve grits out, his hips jerking as he buries himself to the hilt within your slick heat. He pauses for a moment, savoring the exquisite sensation of being fully enclosed by your soft pussy. âI know, I know. Youâre being so good, letting me stretch you out.â
After a few seconds, he begins to move. He starts out slow, nearly pulling out completely before pushing in all the way, but the feeling of your cunt is too addicting, and he picks up speed. "Take it, pretty girl," he gasps. "This is what you needed, isn't it? To be stretched wide open on my cock?"
As if in response, your pussy clenches even tighter around him, milking him. Your voice is breathless when you speak, âYes, yes, fuck, I need it!âÂ
Steve's fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips as he pounds into you mercilessly, the force of his thrusts pushing you further up the desk.Â
Leaning over you, he changes the angle of penetration slightly, allowing him to drive even deeper. One hand snakes up to pinch your nipples while the other dips between your legs, finding your swollen clit.
âYou like that, don't you slut?â he pants harshly in your ear. âHaving your little cunt stuffed full of my cock while I play with these perfect tits?â He rolls your nipple between his fingers roughly as they continue their punishing rhythm.
âOh god, oh fuck, yes!â You moan loudly, your body trembling. Your pussy clenches harder around his cock, your mind going blank except for the urgent need to cum.
Steve's thrusts become erratic as he chases his own release, his balls drawing up tight against his body. "Gonna fill this greedy cunt up," he rasps, his voice strained with impending climax.
With a final, brutal slam of his hips, Steve buries himself to the root inside you. His cock pulses violently as he unleashes a torrent of hot cum deep within your tight cunt. âFuuck, baby!â
The intensity of his orgasm triggers your own, your pussy rippling around his cock as waves of ecstasy crash over you. You scream his name like a prayer, arching your back and pressing against him.Â
As the afterglow sets in, Steve collapses against you, his softening cock still nestled inside you. He nuzzles into your neck, panting heavily. "That was... fucking amazing, baby." You wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, going nonverbal for a second. He rubs your back gently, pushing your hair out of your eyes before kissing your forehead. âYou okay?â
You nod. âJust need a second.â
He holds you closer, his cock now completely soft inside of you. He kisses your forehead again. âI was serious, you know. When I said I didnât want this to be a one time thing.â
âSo was I.â
Steve hums, cupping the back of your head. âGood.â
You sigh, nuzzling him. âAre we still going to Jasonâs party?â
âOh, fuck no.â Steve says, chuckling. âCome over to mine instead.â
You nod. âOkay.â He pulls out of you and your pussy clenches as his cum starts to dribble out. âAh, shit.â
âDonât worry,â Steve says, kneeling again. âIâll clean you up, baby.â
You throw your head back as you feel his tongue on your clit again.
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| the love club
⢠pairing: kate martin x youngmom!reader
⢠summary: you take your daughter to a las vegas aces game, but before it can even start she runs to her favorite player, kate martin
⢠warnings: none ? ? i donât think

âThank you!â you beamed at the worker who handed you your slushes for you and your daughter.
You had finally found a free weekend from your busy job to take your daughter, Aurora, to an Aces game, which she had been begging to go to for what seemed like months now, after she had gotten to go to a game the last two years. But, when you turned around to hand the girl her slushy she was no where to be found.
âRory!â you called out, panic settling in your voice as you moved away from the stand and tried to seek out her curly hair that had been tied into pigtails.
You searched around what felt like forever until you saw the back of your daughterâs head and immediately ran over to her, not noticing who she was even talking to. âRory, you canât walk off like that. Someone couldâve got you,â you frowned as you bent down in front of your daughter.
âItâs ok, I got her,â a girlâs voice said, you looked up for a moment and thanked her, not even realizing who it was before doing a double take.
âOh my God, Iâm so sorry,â you covered your mouth as you stood up from the ground, grabbing ahold of Roryâs hand. âYouâre probably so busy, sorry for this.â
âNo, no, itâs ok!â the blonde nodded quickly, trying to make sure you knew that she wasnât upset by the situation at all.
âItâs just she should know not to walk off,â you told the blonde before looking down at your daughter, âBaby, I know you think youâre all grown up, but that doesnât mean you can walk off into big crowds.â
âBut Mom! Itâs Kate!â Rory pouted as she looked up at you.
âJust donât do it again, please,â you rubbed her shoulder softly before looking up at the basketball player. âI am so, so, sorryâ
âItâs fine, really,â Kate let out a small laugh before she bent down in front of your daughter, straightening out the small Iowa jersey that fit her body, âHow would you like to sit court side?â she asked, cocking her head to the side before looking up at you. âOnly if thatâs ok with your mom, of course.â
Your mouth fell open slightly, a loss for words as you shook your head. âOh, I could never afford that,â you replied, shaking your head slightly.
âItâs on me,â Kate smiled as she picking your daughter up, a small giggle falling from her mouth as the blonde tickled her softly.
âI canât ask you to do thatââ
âYouâre not, Iâm offering,â she smiled.
You bit down on your bottom lip as you looked at the girl in front of you, what could go wrong?
âOk,â you nodded, a smile taking over your face as Rory clapped her hands together excitedly. You handed Rory her slushie before grabbing her from Kate, settling her on your hip.
âLet me text some people,â she smiled, taking her phone out, âTwo court side seats for Rory andâŚ?â she left the end opened as she realized she still hadnât gotten your name.
âY/N,â you smiled.
âAnd Mrs. Y/N.â
You let out an awkward laugh shaking your head, âNo Mrs.â
âGood to know,â the blonde smiled before she typed something into her phone. âIâuhâgotta go but Iâll see yâall in thereâ
âMhm,â you nodded.
âBye Rory,â she smiled at your daughter before going off into a hallway.
You stood there, not even believing what had just happened. Running into the player youâd been following since college and then her giving you and your daughter court side seats, it all seemed too good to be true.
But, what you didnât know was that Kate was currently searching her following for you. She wasnât sure what it was, but she could see herself being around you and Rory a lot more.
this is lowkey ass cheeks iâm sorryđđ
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late night â l.hs
enhypen heeseung head cannon



classmate!Heeseung who contacted you when he heard you needed a roommate.
"Hey, is the roommate offer still available?"
classmate!Heeseung who you find attractive the moment you laid eyes on him with his charming smile.
roommate!Heeseung who moved in right across from you in the apartment complex.
roommate!Heeseung who has an adopted cat named 'Ddongsik'.
roommate!Heeseung who was awkward at first but got comfortable every time you ran into each other in the community spaces of your complex.
roommate!Heeseung whoâs known as the âACEâ in your college.
roommate!Heeseung who plays basketball often with his friends on the weekend.
roommate!Heeseung in which you found out has amazing vocals as he sang loudly one weekend night.
âSorry, was I being too loud? Hahaâ
roommate!Heeseung who you encountered one day at the college campus with his group of friends hanging out by the main quad.
âOh hey! These are my friends-â
roommate!Heeseung who invites you to play with him and his friends during their gaming sessions.
roommate!Heeseung is competitive and would do anything to win.
roommate!Heeseung whom you got to know as someone with a free spirit and occasionally taking naps anywhere he can.
roommate!Heeseung who often wears beanies.
roommate!Heeseung who prefers quiet areas over loud ones.
roommate!Heeseung whoâs love language is quality time, in which he tends to search for you when heâs bored.
roommate!Heeseung whom you have late night ramen together at midnight.
roommate!Heeseung who goes red and becomes a giggling mess when youâre drinking together.
roommate!Heeseung who finds horror mazes thrilling and laughs at every encounter with the ghost actor on set with you.
âRock, paper, scissors on who goes first.â
âI think that mannequin is human, watch this-â
roommate!Heeseung who plays the piano and guitar whenever he encounters one.
roommate!Heeseung who helps you with the chores, in which the both of you have clean days together.
roommate!Heeseung who asks if you wanted anything from the grocery store.
âDid you want me to get your favorite ice cream?â
roommate!Heeseung who notices if you're not in a good mood and tries to cheer you up by making jokes.
roommate!Heeseung who doesn't realize what kind of effect he has on you when he wears sleeveless tops.
roommate!Heeseung who subconsciously flirts with you every time you run into each other.
roommate!Heeseung who pats your head whenever he finds you cute and endearing.
roommate!Heeseung who dresses well in plaid or leather attire with his signature cologne.
roommate!Heeseung who brings an extra jacket of his when you're at an outing with him.
"Gotta make sure to keep you warm, I can't have you catching a cold on me."
roommate!Heeseung whoâs protective of you whenever the both of you are out for bar hopping, intimidating the guys who tried approaching you.
âStay close to me,â as he intertwined his hand with yours, leading you to the table where his friends sat.
roommate!Heeseung who you share a playlist with, occasionally recommending songs to each other.
roommate!Heeseung who remembers your usual coffee order.
roommate!Heeseung who helps relieve your stress by playing games with him, or taking late-night drives together.
"We're more than just roommates, I'll be by your side. Whatever worries come your way, let me help you."

a/n: this is lowkey short but i hope you like it. Iâve been wanting to do an angst scenario as well, but weâll see about that. đ¨ Also, please continue to STREAM XO (YT/Spotify/Genie/Apple Music/etc) & help VOTE as well (ALLCHART/U Pick/Mnet+/Superstar X). Letâs get a win for our boys hard work in the album! đĽđđť
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~ Please Please Please ~ P.B a fanfic ( sfw)
inspired by the song by sabrina carpenter
pov: smart!fem! reader x player! paige bueckers
an: so this is my first paige bueckers fanfic, the intros kinda long, but i think it came out pretty good, but there is gonna multiple parts to this, so just let me know if youâd like another one.
remember blue is flashback and purple is lyrics!!
warnings: mention of alcohol, cheating, lying, and mention of sex
â i know i have good judgment, i know i have good taste. itâs funny and itâs ironic that only i feel that way.â
youâre a senior in college at uconn, your mostly known for being the smartest person in your classes, never failing one grade, getting higher than a 90 at all times, 85 on your bad days.
you were in calculus, to you it was light work. you didnât really need to study often, having amazing memory and overall good attention span in class.
since you already completed 2 years of college in highschool, having your associates degree, you were already looking forward to getting your bachelorâs degree this year.
ââââââââââââââââââââââââ
you were collecting your stuff of the desk, putting it in you book bag, ready to go take a break from the series of classes you had just taken.
as you were walking out of the room, you heard someone call your name.
it was your teacher, professor zamora.
â hey, your the one with all the good test scores right?â , he asked knowing but just wanted to make sure, to ask for a favor.
â yesâŚ. i amâ, you shyly responded, a little nervous at the sudden attention.
â okay good, so since you have the best grades in the class right now, i was wondering if you were free for another class period.â
free? another class period? what is he trying to imply? i know i might look naive and small, but Iâm not stupid to know what men want. i am lesbian after all. although i had my suspicions, i trusted my professor.
â yes i actually am. why professor?â
â great! i was just wondering because my next class period is algebra, andâŚ.lets just say ive had them for a few years nowâŚanyways, they need help. just pick the one you want and you can tutor them.â , he said praying that she would agree.
although she did have a break for the next two hours, she could spend one of them helping someone, itâs the right thing to do.
â yes of course! iâm willing to tutor anyone that needs my help.â, you say enthusiastically, ready to help people be the best they could be.
â great! just come back in around 30 minutes, and by then they should be here.â, your professor said, thankful for your help.
â okay i got you.â , you said walking out of class, going to grab a bite to eat.
ââââââââââââââââââââââââ
after the short thirty minutes pass by, you start walking back to the class, praying that this goes well.
as you make your entrance through the door, you see a familiar face.
shes a blonde, tall, blue eyed girl walking to her desk, a purple nike elite backpack on her back (that looks fairly empty ), and a slow sluggish walk .
you could tell who it was from a mile away, it was paige bueckers.
THE paige bueckers.
you noticed her since in your free time u went to go watch the basketball games, cheering for your favorite player on the team, paige obviously. although you went to almost every game, you went unnoticed by her, standing in the back of the crowd just admiring how she played.
you werenât a mega fan.
you totally didnât scroll on tiktok, looking and saving the edits youâd find. damn sheâs so attractiveâŚ
âah ah ah, no liking her. sheâs in algebra. sheâs obviously not smart, not to be mean of course. just observing.â , you think to yourself as you look around the room, waiting for everyone to take their seats.
it wasnât only about academics. paige was also known for hopping around from girl to girl, you know this since a couple of your friends had their fair share of dating her.
you were awoken late at night by a loud knock at your door. who could be awake this late?
as you opened the door, you came to a sad sight.
there your friend, lilly, was crying at your doorstep.
she was sobbing, her eyes swollen , puffy, and red due to the amount of uncontrollable tears.
you knew whatâŚor should i say who this was about.
over the course of 2 months, your friend was on and off with her situationship, paige. lilly didnt know wether her and paige were a thing or not, she never knew what paigeâs next move would be, little did she know that her next move would be completely ghosting her and pretending like she didnât exist.
â i just- i just donât know what i did wrong. i mean i bought her things, i spent time with her, i supported her at all her games. every single one. how could i be so stupid? iâm literally one of the smartest people in this whole college and im not smart enough to realize that a girl is totally playing me.â , she sobbed grasping onto you like her life depended on it.
â itâs okay lilly itâs okay, you deserve better.â
although lilly was your friend, karmas a bitch, she shouldâve known better, if she had a wish, she wouldâve never fucked around with paige ( LMAOOO ).
lilly, yes got hurt, but she was a bad person. in her past she was known for cheating, lying, and stealing. well stealing other peopleâs hearts of course. she would talk to them, make them fall in love, then drop them after they bought her a gift of some sort.
another one of your well known friends, keisha, always hooked up with paige. whenever paige was bored, sheâd text keisha a good â u up?â late night text , and keisha would be at her dorm room in no time, ready to have good sex.
of course, they werenât your friends anymore, you realized soon after that lilly was a bad influence since she lied and cheated, while keisha was just to influenced in alcohol and hook up culture.
in essence, this girl was bad news, and she only liked the bad girls, so youâd obviously have to stay far far away from herâŚ.
ââââââââââââââââââââââââ
â so how do you find x if you donât have y?â
fuck my life.
â paige, itâs not that hard. really. i learned this shit in seventh fucking grade, and you canât get it. look let me show youâŚ.again.â, you said irritably, getting impatient by the second. you felt like youâve taught her over a thousand times.
you guys were in her dorm, on her purple comforter, you were trying to teach her the literal easiest shit ever, and she couldnât comprehend it. ugh sheâs like a toddler.
â so to find out x i have to add y andâŚwhat again?â
kms.
â UGHHH paigeeeeeâ, you said, hands in your hair , frustrated with the stupidity this girl had. how could she be so smart on the court, yet so dumb when it came to math?
â please, i need help, if i donât pass this then i canât play basketball. and we both really know how much i love basketball. itâs my everything. please?â, she said, her player facade fading away, showing her true and vulnerable self.
ugh those eyesâŚ.
â âŚone more time paige. just try your best to get it. concentrate.â
paige nodded and smiled at her, looking down at the paper to attempt to grasp the information that she had trouble with.
ââââââââââââââââââââââââ
â I ACED ITâ, paige screamed, jumping up and down.
â REALLY?â, you said eyes wide.
â YES YES YES, omg iâm so happy right now!â, paige said , her eyes showing the pure raw excitement paige had.
paige then unexpectedly embraced you in a hug, it catching you off guard, but nonetheless, you hugged back.
if you knew the hug was wrongâŚ..why did it feel so right?
you guys stood there for a solid minute, embracing eachother. you inhaled, smelling the sweet scent she radiated.
â okay well i gotta goâ, you said, sad knowing that this would be the last time that u had an excuse to spend time with her.
â yea- um same.â, she said, giving u a slightly forced smile.
as you were walking away , sadness filling ur heart, u heard someone shout your name.
it was paige.
â hey um, what about i take you to dinner?..you know just to thank you for all the work youâve done to help me of course.â, she said with a hopeful look, her bright blue eyes illuminating like the pacific ocean.
how could i say no to those eyes?
â um..you know whatâŚyea of course. tommorow at 9 sounds good?â, you said , happier than youâd like to admit.
â i promisedâem that your different, and everyone makes mistakes. but just donât.â
â iâm telling you, you shouldnât surround yourself around her, sheâs a bad influence! she literally broke your ex friends hearts! both of them! paige isnât a good girl to fall in love with.â, dominique one of your most recent friends said, stressed out about your love life right now.
â i mean, she asked me out to dinnerâŚâ
ââŚ.she what? donât tell me you said yesâŚâ
â i said yes.â
ââââââââââââââââââââââââ-
â donât bring me to tears when i just did my makeup so nice.â
you finished up your final touches in your makeup, when u got a text message.
pb and j
hey pretty girl
iâm here
iâm going.
as you came out your dorm, paige was there at your door checking her breath, startled by your sudden appearance, she smiled awkwardly, bringing up lego roses to your face.
how did she know that i didnât like real flowers? and that i love legos?
your heart warmed at the sight, smiling at her, full teeth on display.
â thank you paige, you shouldnât have, really.â, you said, almost feeling bad that she spent money on you that she shouldnât have.
â no no no itâs my pleasure honestly.â , she said with a grin, sighing , relieved that you liked the gift.
â letâs get going?â, you said.
â whoever is last is the rotten egg!â, she yelled loudly, before running down the hall making her way down the stairs.
ââââââââââââââââââââââââ
âi heard your an actor, so act like a stand-up guy. whatever devils inside you, donât let him out tonight.â
theyâre at the restaurant, itâs way fancier than you expected. the waiter sat you guys down, and now both of you are looking at the menu.
when the waiter comes back, both of you agreed on chicken alfredo, and both of you got dr. pepper.
you guys start making conversation, talking about the things you didnât know about eachother , and your goals in life.
ââââââââââââââââââââââââ
as you guys finished with your delicious meal, you decided that it was time to leave and go home. it was getting late after all.
as both of you walked out, the moon shining bright on your faces, the date unfortunately coming to an end, you guys talked a bit more, laughing at eachother jokes.
â well that was fun.â, paige said, laughing, her teeth as bright as the stars.
â yea it really wasâŚâ, you say with a smile on your face that couldnât be removed no matter how hard you tried. a smile so permanent that it ached.
you guys gazed into eachothers eyes, her eyes taking a trip down to your lips, slowly bringing them back to your eyes once again.
â paige i-â
you got cut off by paige, as she brought her lips to yours, sealing the night in a fond memory of the kiss you shared, the kiss that was between the two of you.
after a while, you opened your eyes and looked at her. she had her goofy smile on, looking at you withâŚ.i think loveâŚ? no couldnât be. just lust.
â um we should do this again. â
say no say no.
â yes of courseâ, you said with a smile.
â okay wellâŚsee you later. iâll text you! â, paige said as she back peddled to her car, winking at you, before running to the vehicle .
god sheâs such a goof.
as you got in your car, you only had one thought while having your head on the wheel, thinking about all the occurrences that had happened over the past few months. even though you knew it might end up bad, you couldnât help but thinkâŚ
please please please, donât prove em right.
ââââââââââââââââââââââââ
WOOHOOO I FINISHED IT DONT PLAYYY!!! i was literally working on this for hours and my friend dominique was helping me with it too( literally love her )!! anyways hope you enjoy and make sure to lmk if yall want a second part or not!!! đđ sorry if itâs bad ik i misspelled a couple i think and definitely misworded but not so bad to the point where you wonât get it. LOVE YAAA!!!đ
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march madness.
Saxon Ratliff x fem!reader



summary: You comfort Saxon in your own way after Duke's loss in the Final Four.
word count: 1.3k
tags: language, basketball talk, established relationship, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, missionary, unprotected p in v, creampie, brief mention of breeding, praise kink, saxon calling reader a slut, pet names, aftercare, smut with a bit of plot, Saxon likes Love Island because it's my story and I can write what I want
note: as soon as Duke lost in the Final Four, I immediately thought of Saxon and Timothy reacting to this lmao.
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"Fuck!"
Saxon's head was in his hands as soon as the final buzzer sounded. The seemingly impossible had happenedâthe Houston Cougars had beaten your boyfriend's beloved Duke Blue Devils to make it to the NCAA men's basketball championship.
You'd enjoyed watching the March Madness tournament in the past but never really cared that much for college basketball outside of it. That changed, of course, once you and Saxon started dating a few months ago. Saxon was a Duke alum who lived for the sport, and you found yourself rooting for the Blue Devils alongside him.
You were bummed about the loss for sure, especially since you'd picked them to win in your workplace's March Madness bracket, but your disappointment was severely outmatched by Saxon's. He looked distressed, clenching his jaw so tightly you were worried he would pop it.
"I just don't understand," Saxon muttered. "How did we just...collapse like that?"
You put a comforting hand on Saxon's thigh. "I'm sorry, baby."
"Thanks," Saxon mumbled, unlocking his phone and logging into Reddit.
"Sax, don't go onlineâunless you're gonna get pleasure out of seeing everyone shit on Duke," you quipped.
Saxon sighed, locking his phone and dropping it beside him on the couch. "Yeah, you're probably right. It's justâI just feel so fuckin' heartbroken. I really thought this was going to be their year. Duke was favored to win it all!"
Your heart sank. It was easy to tease Saxon whenever he got riled up over sports, but this was different. It was a painful, ugly loss, and seeing his favorite team get knocked out the way they did had to be devastating. Getting to the Final Four was still an accomplishment, but you felt like that wouldn't make Saxon feel any better right now.
"Why don't we take your mind off of this?" you gently suggested to him. "We could watch a movie...or if we really want to shut our brains off, we could keep watching the latest season of Love Island Australia."
"Not really in the mood," Saxon said glumly, staring off into the distance.
Saxon was passing up the chance to riff on horny singles in a Spanish villa? Damn, this loss was hitting him harder than you thought. There had to be something you could do to helpâyou hated seeing him so disheartened.
Just like that, an idea popped into your brain. If this plan didn't work, you decided to drop it and let Saxon process his emotions. But it was worth a try, right?
You got off the couch, sinking to your knees in front of Saxon. "I know you're disappointed about tonightâlet me make it up to you. Pretty please?"
Saxon groaned, adjusting himself in his pants. "Baby..."
You moved closer to him, rubbing his clothed bulge. "I wanna make you feel good, Sax," you said, looking up at him with a pout.
Saxon grinned lazily, finally starting to perk up. "Fuck, you're so hot when you beg."
He pulled down his pants, letting his cock spring free. You bent over, kissing his flushed red mushroom tip before giving it some gentle licks. Saxon hissed, saying your name with a groan.
"Baby...don't tease me," Saxon pleaded.
You looked up at him, grinning mischieveously before leaning down and taking him in your mouth. You languidly licked up and down Saxon's length, causing him to throw his head back in pleasure.
"Oh fuckâlove your mouth on me, darling," Saxon moaned.
You cupped his balls with one hand, fondling them while your tongue swirled around the base of his cock. Saxon put a hand on the back of your head, gently pushing you down so you could take him even deeper. You gagged at the sensation of Saxon's tip hitting the back of your throat, which made him even more feral.
"Gonna cum in this pretty little mouth," Saxon growled. "And you're gonna swallow it all like a good little slut, isn't that right?"
You whimpered, the vibrations from your voice going right to Saxon's dick. His hips bucked up, and then he was shooting his thick, wide load into your mouth. You dutifully swallowed every drop, letting the salty taste of his cum slide down your throat.
"You're unreal," Saxon chuckled, kicking his pants to the side before scooping you up and bringing you to his bedroom.
He dropped you on your back on top of his bed, pulling your sweatpants off of you before kissing up and down your thighs. "Sax, I'm supposed to beâah!âtaking care of you," you insisted, your breath hitching.
Saxon looked at you intensely. "You want to make me feel better, huh? Then spread your legs for me and let me bury my tongue in that sweet pussy."
You didn't have to be told twice. You parted your legs for him, and Saxon dove in, licking at your folds before plunging his tongue in and out of your cunt. He put two fingers in, the digits sliding in easily because of how wet you were. Saxon fingered you as he ate you out, the extra pressure making you feel light and fizzy inside.
Saxon noticed your legs shaking and hummed satisfiedly against your pussy. "Oh shit, you're close, aren't ya? Cum for me, baby."
You felt your vision blur as Saxon sent you over the edge, clenching around his fingers as your orgasm ripped out of you. Saxon placed a kiss on your sensitive, swollen clit before sitting up, relishing the taste of your cum on his tongue.
"Always taste so fuckin good for me," Saxon said, his voice thick with praise for you. "My sweet girl."
"Need you inside me," you whined, feeling the aching need for his cock.
Saxon pretended to ponder momentarily before his lips curled into a smirk. "Well, if you insist."
He slowly pushed himself inside, causing you both to groan. You could never get enough of his girthy length stretching you out.
"So fucking tight for me," Saxon grunted, shutting his eyes as your cunt clenched around his length. "Wish I could live in this pussy."
He grabbed your hips and started thrusting in and out of your hole, making sparks of lightning fill your belly every time his tip hit your G-spot. Your moans grew louder as you writhed in pleasure, gripping Saxon's bedsheets as he continued to pound your pussy.
"Squeezing me so goodâfucking shitâneed you to cum all over my cock," Saxon rasped.
"Oh fuck!" You let out a yelp as you orgasmed again, coating Saxon's dick with your cum.
"Good fucking girl," he purred, and your cunt spasmed at the words of praise.
Saxon continued to pump into you, kissing below your ear and down to your neck. You felt his balls slapping against your cunt and knew his orgasm had to be close.
âGonna shoot my hot cum in this sweet little pussy,â Saxon said, his breath hot in your ear.
His balls tightened and contracted, and you felt his warm cum spurt inside of you. Saxon let out a satisfied sigh, laying on top of you, his face buried in the nape of your neck and his softened cock still nestled inside your pussy.
âThat feltâŚso good,â Saxon panted, wrapping his arms around your waist. He turned around and looked up at you. âThank you, baby. I feel so much better now.â
You smiled at him, your eyes shining with affection. âOf course, Sax.â
Saxon pulled out and got a warm towel to clean you up. Then, the two of you got dressedâSaxon in just a pair of boxers and an undershirt and you in one of his old fraternity t shirts and a pair of shorts you kept in his drawer for when you stayed the night.
âJust letting you know, if Duke ever wins another championship, Iâm pounding you until you canât walk. Might even put a baby inside you,â Saxon teased, tightening his grip around you.
You snorted. âSax, go to bed.â
Saxon chuckled, flashing you a playful grin. He kissed the top of your head before turning off the light and falling into a deep sleep with you in his arms.
#saxon ratliff#saxon ratliff x reader#the white lotus#the white lotus fanfic#saxon ratliff smut#tiff writes âď¸
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get'cha head in the game



summary: youâre a star basketball player, destined for a life of greatness outside of the walls of camp half-blood, but the only thing you want is confined to cabin eleven.Â
word count: 2.95k
featuring: nike!reader, mention womenâs basketball players, talk of college recruitment, me being a proud member of uconn nation đ¤ , and fluff
đľ getâcha head in the game by zac efron
fake right, and break left
âit canât be that hard,â travis gloats, standing in front of you as you dribble the ball between your legs casually.Â
you shrug. âplay me and find out,â you reply, throwing up a perfect three pointer.Â
âi just mean that you spend all summer being a demigod, your skills have to be a little rusty,â he exclaims, throwing up a hand too late as the ball has already swished through the net.Â
connor, his younger and just as sassy brother, grabs the rebound and bounces it to travis, saying, âthatâs true. youâre here, picking strawberries and flirting with luke.âÂ
your cheeks flush at his comment, and there are several laughs from your friend group. you risk a glance at the head counselor, whoâs sitting with clarisse, silena, chris, and charlie on the sidelines. his shoulders are shaking with laughter, but his cheeks are just tinted a bit red from the teasing. although, there really is no need for it; thereâs nothing more than a flirtationship and occasional make out between you two.Â
âbut i could still beat you,â you say, effortlessly stealing the ball from travis and sinking the layup.Â
âthatâs what, five to zero, not that weâre keeping score,â you add tauntingly.Â
âsettle down nike, you havenât seen nothing yet,â travis says, and your friends ooh at his words.Â
âokay fine. first to twenty one wins. and to make it fair, weâll play loserâs ball,â you say, passing the ball to him as you take a defensive stance.Â
travis scoffs at your words, opening his mouth to protest, but luke cuts him off, âjust take the deal trav, sheâs saving you from further embarrassment.âÂ
you smirk at your friendâs words, pulling your basketball shorts up your thighs as you crouch down and get in travisâs face. he gulps, a nervous sweat breaking out on his forehead, but doesnât say anything as he tries to formulate a plan. you watch his eyes dart around the court, and know exactly what heâs going to do. itâs almost too easy.Â
one. two. you count the dribbles before you swipe the ball from his hands. you take it outside the three-point line, per the rules, and take the shot.Â
grabbing the rebound, you hand it to him, âlike i said, loserâs ball.âÂ
donât be afraid to shoot the outside j
âone of these days the harpies are going to get you,â luke says, making his presence known.Â
you turn away from the basket, smiling softly at him as the ball soars through the air and into the net. heâs in his pajama pants and a black hoodie thatâs a little too small on him.Â
âi canât help it,â you explain, holding the ball between your palms at the free throw line.Â
luke sighs. he canât imagine the pressure to be great. âwhat drill are you running?â he asks, stepping beside you.
you smile. âmake ten free throws, in a row. then iâll hit the elbows, and after that threeâs,â you explain, dribbling the ball three times before shooting.Â
you donât miss. he doesnât expect you to.
âwell how many have you made?â he asks.Â
âtwelve. but you watching always makes me nervous,â you say, trailing off towards the end.Â
his eyebrows furrow at your words. youâve always been vulnerable with him, but that usually takes coaxing. this was an easy admittance; it makes him nervous.Â
âwhy?âÂ
âdonât know. i always want to play good for you, for all of you guys i guess,â you say with a shrug.Â
luke crosses his arms at that, a serious look taking over his face as he observes you. heâs trying to process what youâre saying, read in between the lines. youâre sure of it, the small furrow in his brow giving him away. you go back to your shooting drills, his gaze burning deep into your skin is too much for you.Â
âyou always play good though. and i know that because the apollo and ares boys talk about how teamed up they still canât beat you,â luke says.Â
you flush at his words. youâd hoped he didnât know about your games with them: you versus two boys. it made you feel superior to them, all the campers here, and you felt guilty for it. youâd never been on a quest, and you never would. your mother wasnât one of the twelve olympians, so you didnât even have a cabin to call your own, just a bunk in the middle of the hermes cabin. at the same time, she hadnât given you a special gift or anything noteworthy, just her competitive spirit. something which youâre sure was passed down to you and your siblings, not that you had many.Â
âiâm not supposed to be a star here, luke. the whole reason i came to camp was to get a some sense of normalcy, and i canât even do that right,â you mumble.Â
he grabs the ball from your hands then, forcing you to look at him. ânothing about you is normal. neither your parentage nor basketball skills. and especially not your fancy sports school, but we donât hold it against you. we all have our quirks,â he says, a lopsided smile on his face, one you easily reciprocate.Â
âyeah i guess you're right.â
âi know i am, nike,â he answers, surprising you with a kiss on the corner of your mouth. âletâs head back,â he continues, lacing your fingers with his, giving you no other option but to follow.Â
cause when we get it then the crowd will go wild
âand you got more mail today,â your dad says over the iris message, âsomething from the coach at princeton and one from quinnipiac.âÂ
you nod your head, humming softly to show that you heard what he was saying.Â
âi think you should come home, sport,â he adds, and your eyes widen at his words.Â
the protests are on the tip of your tongue, but he beats you to it, âi know. i know, but this is your future weâre talking about. i mean, some of these coaches are inviting you to a practice and a meeting.âÂ
you understand what heâs saying, really you do. the opportunities coming your way are endless, but how can you give up summer when it just started? this year is your senior year, and once you commit, you know there will be no more summers at camp half-blood. youâll be giving up frolicking in the strawberry fields with katie gardner and sneaking out to bonfires with clarisse and silena. next summer, there wonât be pick up games with travis or training in the late hours of the night while luke grabs the rebounds.Â
âcanât i just have one month?â you beg, finally meeting your dadâs eyes.Â
he hesitates, you can see that heâs leaning towards no, but you interject, âplease dad. itâs my last summer here. we all know it.âÂ
he sighs, mumbling something about sending emails, but replies, âone month. iâm coming to get you right after the fourth, no ifs ands or buts. got it?âÂ
you nod excitedly, smiling as you wipe at your cheeks, which you didnât even notice were damp. âthanks dad,â you whisper.Â
he smiles, nodding his head, âyou got it.âÂ
the two of you sit in silence for a minute, and as you move to disconnect the message he says, âiâm proud of you, sport, always have been.âÂ
you smile again, shyly this time after hearing your dadâs praise. âthanks dad. love you.âÂ
âlove you too,â he answers, before swiping his hand through the mist and ending the call.Â
you take a breath, shoulders dropping with relief. you have one month left of summer before itâs back to the grind, and you know exactly what you need to do; who you need to talk to. turning on your heel to leave the cabin, you collide with somebody. looking up at them, you realize that itâs luke, and the apologies die on your tongue when you notice the far away look in his eyes.Â
âhey. you okay?â you ask, giving his biceps a squeeze.Â
he swallows, meeting your eyes as he asks, âyouâre leaving in a month? i thought we had the whole summer?â
you bite on your bottom lip, regret pooling in your stomach as you answer, âyeah. a lot of colleges want me to play for them, so i need to go talk to some coaches.â
his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and he steps away from you. you frown, reaching out for him, but he holds up a hand, effectively warding you off. the distance between you two makes you uncomfortable, and you gnaw at your lip as you wait for him to gather his thoughts.Â
âhow many schools?â he asks.Â
âwhat?âÂ
âhow many schools are looking for you?â he says, stepping closer to you again.Â
the question is unexpected, and throws you off balance for a second. âoh. um a lot. thereâs a ton of them,â you say.Â
âlike?â he probes, waving a hand for you to continue.Â
âwell, thereâs usc, but they have juju watkins so i donât think iâm really needed there. uconn, with paige bueckers and azzi fudd, plus theyâre looking into sarah strong so i donât know how much time iâll get there either. kim mulkey from lsu and dawn staley from south carolina have both reached out. princetonâs given me an offer, and so has michigan, but i donât really know about those two. some smaller schools too, like quinnipiac and uri want me to play with them. i think fau and a couple massachusetts schools have reached out too, but everything is still really up in the air,â you ramble, feeling nervous explaining it all to luke.Â
âgeez nike, those are a lot of schools,â he says with a proud smile on his face.Â
you smile back, âdonât i know it.âÂ
itâs quiet between the two of you, and he finally opens his arms. you walk right into him, burying your face in the crook of his neck where it smells like sweat, pine needles, and irish spring soap. youâre a bit more relaxed now, the threat of leaving camp for good pushed back in your mind. then again, being lukeâs arms always relaxes you.Â
âi canât wait to get a uconn jersey,â he whispers, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he guides you out of the cabin.Â
you raise a brow at that, âwho said iâm going there?â
he gives you a look that reads âseriouslyâ and replies, âthe best of the best go there, nike. and youâre clearly one of best.âÂ
you laugh at his words, throwing a playful elbow at his ribs, but he just pulls you closer, kissing the top of your head. you lean into him, wrapping an arm around his waist as the two of you walk through camp, searching for your friends.    Â
should i go for it? better shake this, yikes!
âi canât believe youâre leaving tomorrow,â silena pouts, looking at you over the rim of her cup.Â
âi know! i feel like summer is just getting started,â you reply, smoothing out your beach towel as you take a seat next to her and clarisse.Â
âmaybe youâll have a weekend off to come back and visit,â clarisse says, and silena nods her head excitedly.Â
you know the odds of that happening are doubtful, but you nod and reply, âyeah maybe.âÂ
the mood turns somber then, and the three of you sit in silence. nobody knows what to say as you wait for the fireworks to start.Â
âyou know what, we canât be sad. itâs your last night, and we need to come up with a plan for you to confess to luke,â silena exclaims, a determined look in her eyes.Â
you freeze mid-sip, and cough up the liquid. âwhat?âÂ
âoh donât play dumb, we all know you have feelings for him,â she continues, waving her hand casually.Â
âi donât. heâs just a friend,â you reply a little too quickly.Â
âyou, you got what i need,â clarisse starts singing teasingly.Â
âbut you say heâs just a friend,â silena continues.Â
âyou say heâs just a friend. oh baby you,â they shout, singing together.Â
you canât help but laugh at their antics, shoving silenaâs shoulder as they quiet down into a fit of giggles. once you all calm down, silena takes charge again, âbut seriously, you need to tell him how you feel.â
you shake your head, but clarisse interrupts, âthis could be your last chance.âÂ
you sigh. sheâs completely right. the chances of you coming back to camp after tomorrow are slim to none. and while you may have convinced yourself you're okay with never knowing how a relationship between you and luke would go, there will always be a small part of you that regrets not saying anything.Â
âeven if he rejects you, youâre leaving tomorrow, so it doesnât really matter,â clarisse adds, and silena slaps her shoulder.Â
âi meanâŚnot that he would,â the daughter of ares stutters, but you wave her off.Â
âyou guys are right. iâm gonna tell him,â you decide, downing the rest of your drink as you stand up from your spot on the beach.Â
silena claps excitedly and clarisse gives you a big thumbs up as you walk towards the shoreline, where some of the boys are playing a game of football. you donât even need to call out to him, he sees you coming and excuses himself from the game. his cheeks are flushed and heâs panting a bit as he approaches you, pulling you into a quick hug.Â
âyou good?â he asks, giving you a once over.Â
âyeah justâŚcan we talk?â you reply, a hint of uncertainty in your voice.Â
he nods, a worried look crossing his features, âyeah of course. letâs go to the woods.âÂ
you let him lead you to the woods with a firm hold on your hand. the entire time, youâre shaking with nerves, which is strange since youâve never felt this nervous in your life. even the biggest basketball game canât compare to this. he stops in a secluded ring of trees, dropping your hand as he stands in front of you. your palms are so sweaty, you realize, and try to discreetly wipe them on your denim shorts.Â
âyou good? you look like youâre gonna be sick,â he says.Â
âi feel like iâm gonna be sick,â you mumble, and he tilts his head in confusion.Â
before he can say anything, you open your mouth and the word vomit starts. youâre not really sure what youâre saying, but itâs something about your feelings for him and how you need him to know before you leave tomorrow. when you stop, and take a few shaky breaths, you finally meet his gaze. thereâs a softness in his eyes, as he cups your jaw and pulls you close to him.Â
âgods, nike, iâve been waiting to hear that since forever,â he whispers, before planting his lips on yours.Â
you melt into the kiss, arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull him closer. he agrees, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you flush against his chest as his teeth nip at your bottom lip, begging for entrance. you comply, parting your lips slightly as you let him in. he pulls back, takes a second to breath, before leaving sloppy kisses on your neck. your fingers tug on his hair, and you arch your back further into him.Â
âgods luke,â you say breathlessly.Â
âwe canât all be good at sports, but i know enough to understand you miss one hundred percent of the shots you donât take,â he teases, kissing your chin as you laugh at his words.Â
âyou know who said that?â you ask between laughs.
âyeah, micheal scott,â he answers, and you burst into laughter all over again. Â
âiâll miss you, nike,â he whispers, once youâve both calmed down.Â
âiâll miss you too, luke,â you reply.Â
you gotta getâcha, getâcha head in the game
a year and a half later
âokay everybody shut up! theyâre going by grade,â someone shouts, and the crowd of demigods quiets down as they sit in front of the screen.Â
nobody can remember how they got it, but someone convinced chiron and mr. d to let them set up a screen and projector to watch uconn basketballâs first night. connor and travis claim to have found the items buried away in the big houseâs attic, and while chiron would normally question the truth behind that statement, the excitement of your basketball debut outweighed the repercussions. especially when charlie and the other hephaestus kids found a way to get access to connecticutâs local news station, in long island. Â
âi bet sheâs next,â someone shouts, and everyone listens patiently to the music and the voice of the announcer.Â
âa five-ten freshman guard from long island, new york,â the announcer starts, and everyone starts screaming and cheering, ânumber eleven, yn ln.âÂ
luke isnât sure where the cheers are louder, camp half-blood or gampel pavilion, but he smiles nonetheless as he sees you skip out of the tunnel to the song from high school musical. he watches as you look at the camera, pointing between your eyes and the lens before blowing a kiss. chris shoves him gently, and luke feels himself blushing.Â
âwhyâd she pick number eleven anyways?â one of the younger campers asks.Â
âfor luke, obviously,â another replies, and everyone turns to look at his uconn jersey with an â11â printed on it. Â
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â・°âŠSouth Park High School AU Headcanonsâ・°âŠ
Mainly written to get out of my writers block lmaoo. This is a guide to all my headcanons in my âBe Nice to Meâ fanfic
â・°⊠Kyle Broflovski:
6'2â. Tall with lean muscle. Ginger with emerald green eyes and light freckles. Very curly hair with trimmed sides.
Juggles the debate club, basketball team, student council, and too many AP classes to count.
The first to get his driver's license out of the main 4 + Leopold.
His parents got him a car for his birthday for doing so well academically.
Works and volunteers during the summer.
Gets into detention often due to Cartman baiting him into fights.
Has gotten benched multiple times for playing too aggressively in basketball games when instigated by rival teams.
Has a tight knit study group with Wendy, Tolkien, and Nichole.
They help each other out with their AP classes but also consider each other rivals, trying to beat the other for the title of valedictorian.
Very good at first person shooters, often out performing Cartman.
Knows how to build a PC.
Learned how to program in his free time.
Spends time with his family and has a close relationship with Ike.
Knows Cartmanâs schedule better than Cartman himself
Begrudgingly gives Cartman rides to school sometimes. Will leave him if he takes too long though.
â・°âŠEric Cartman:
5'10â. Big, bulky build. A lot of arm muscle + big belly. Soft chestnut brunette hair. Dark reddish brown eyes. Thick eyebrows.
Is both on the football and hockey teams. He likes to use both sports as an excuse to be a major asshole towards others and uses his size to his advantage.
In the board games club. Argues with Nichole a lot for leadership.
Has a hard time studying and paying attention due to ADHD.
Does enough school work to pass. Thinks school is pointless and a big scam.
Would much rather play video games or watch TV instead of school work.
Unfortunately, to his Spanish teacher's demise, outperforms others in Spanish class.
Prefers first person shooters but also loves dress up games. Would kill anyone that found out.
Will trash talk your mom but if someone trash talks his mom he WILL dox them.
Loves reality tv. Big fan of RuPaul's drag race, Love is Blind, the Real Housewives.
Is a menace on reddit.
Has gotten his account reported many times on reddit, discord, and twitter.
Planning to major in business or finance in college.
The last of the main 4 + Leopold(Butters) to learn how to drive. Was genuinely too lazy and constantly bummed rides off the others anyway, specially Kyle.
â・°âŠStan Marsh:
5'11â. Average build. Straight dark black hair. Wears a beanie often since his hair gets oily fast. Dark blue eyes.
Stan loves writing and listening to music. He's very big into metal, rock, and Midwest emo right now.
His extracurriculars are football and the board game club.
He volunteers at animal shelters in his free time and fundraisers for the environment.
He's an average student, usually getting Bs and Cs, and a D if he doesn't study enough.
He's terrible at multitasking. He's a very forgetful person.
Wendy and Kyle constantly have to remind him about deadlines and big projects.
On his 16th birthday, his dad gave him his old pick up truck.
Tolkien comes over often and they do homework together. He helps Stan with math a lot.
Stan and Kyle still consider themselves best friends even if they don't live right next door.
Crimson Dawn meets up often, practicing at Stan's since they can be as loud as they want there.
Sometimes friends like Kyle, Wendy, Timmy, and Tolkien come over to just hang out with the others and watch the band practice.
Stan and Wendy have been off and on since elementary school. It's obvious when they're not dating since Stan sometimes relapses back into his goth phase.
Stan and Tolkien have hooked up on a few occasions when Stan and Wendy broke up.
Tolkien has also dated Wendy on more than one occasion.
Stan is the type of kid that casually gets along with every âcliqueâ in school since he doesn't really have beef with anyone. He's a very chill guy who often reacts pretty indifferently to most things.
â・°âŠKenny Mccormick:
5â8â. Very skinny, mainly due to a poor diet. Wavy dirty blonde hair, tends to grow it out or cuts it short depending on his mood. Purple eyes. Front tooth gap.
Kenny's been working overtime while attending school since middle school. He gets paid under the table for most of it.
He saved up just enough to buy a really run down, beat up, used car. It's a stick shift and requires a ton of repairs.
He learned a lot about mechanics in order to save money and not have to take it anywhere to get fixed.
He learned how to drive stick shift and how to fix a car through YouTube.
He takes and picks up Karen from school. He also pays for all of her school supplies and encourages her to pick up extracurriculars.
Kenny doesn't have to study in order to get good grades in school. He barely has to do his homework either. As long as he listens to the lectures and skims through the material, heâll pass. If he didnât work overtime then he would be highly ranked in their year.
Kenny barely sleeps 4 hours a day. 5 on a good day.
He plans to keep working at the same pace and go to a trade school. Once he is more settled and his sister is an adult able to stand on her own, he might go back to school but he doesn't really stress about it and prefers living day by day then worrying about the future.
â・°âŠLeopold Butters Scotch:
5â9â. Lanky. Light blonde hair and sky blue eyes.
Works while attending school. Is very good at saving money.
Bought his own car at 16. Very safe driver with the occasional outburst of road rage.
Bought his own gaming PC. It's Hello Kitty themed. His favorite games are Animal Crossing and Hello Kitty Island Adventure.
Does very well in school.
Tutors others in his free time.
Volunteers to read for preschoolers at the community library.
Works as a summer camp counselor during the summers.
Cartman copies his homework when he isn't looking.
Part of the Board Game club and the Cheerleading squad.
Still gets grounded by his parents a lot but plans to live in College dorms soon.
Misc.
â・°âŠClyde is part of the football team and basketball team. Sports are his bread and butter. He doesn't do well academically. Cry baby. Is on and off with Bebe.
â・°âŠCraig is captain of the space club. Wants to become an astronaut. Has been consistently dating Tweek ever since getting shipped by the Asian girls.
â・°âŠTweek works at his dad's coffee shop while attending school. It has become a bit of a hub for the kids to hang out so it's doing well and he gets paid well. Is great at saving money. Loves playing DnD and really gets into character. Attends the space club with Craig.
â・°âŠTolkien is a star student. Plays basketball, football, and is in the student council. Has dated Nichole, Wendy, Stan, and Clyde. None of his relationships ever end poorly. Is friendly with everyone. Is arguably the most popular, well liked kid in school.
â・°âŠBebe is bisexual and has dated a few of the girls when off with Clyde. Clyde has no game however and barely dates anyone when they are broken up. She's part of cheerleading, volleyball, and the yearbook club. She's a minor influencer online, focusing on fashion, beauty, feminism, and human rights.
â・°âŠWendy and Kyle constantly compete for valedictorian. She's captain of the debate team, cheerleading squad (Bebe vice captain), and volleyball team (Nichole vice captain). Stan and her have almost consistently dated with some hiccups here and there. They don't break up as often as Clyde and Bebe but when they have, she's dated Tolkien and Bebe briefly. She volunteers in a multitude of different organizations and feels very passionate about every cause she takes up. Has a substantial following on Twitter where she's very vocal about her beliefs.
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Roommate Heartbreak Protection Squad
KIM TAEHYUNG X FEM!READER | commissions
summary: as his roommate, it was Taehyung's job to make sure Jungkook doesn't date you and break your heart. Surely there's no other ulterior motive to his jealousy. | tae being chaotic AS FUCK.
"You stole my pasta."
There were many ways to greet an intruder, but you were already late to class and hungry as hell, so when you saw a dark-haired stranger in your couch, your first instinct had been to look at what he had been eating.
"Sorry, Tae said I could help myself to whatever in the fridge." The man, who you now recognized as Jeon Jungkook, said apologetically.
You blinked. Your roommate's assortment of friends always caught you by surprise, especially since Kim Taehyung did not look like an extrovert. He was smart, sweet and shy but his friends shared no quality with him or among themselves. For example â the always broody but secretly soft Yoongi, the class clown Hoseok, the future valedictorian Jin, and so many more, including the college heartthrob Jungkook â who just so happened to be staring right at you.
"Did you want this back?" he asked in confusion, handing the plate over to you.
"No, you can have it," you said plainly, heading over to the counter to make yourself a cup of coffee. "Where's Taehyung? Did you stay the night?"
A choking sound.
"I take that as a no?"
"I am not fucking Tae Y/N, please!"
"You know my name?"
"I make it my mission to know all girls." You caught a gleam of his smile from the cupboard glass reflection and you rolled your eyes.
"Do you want coffee? I'm running late but I left the kettle on. Or save it for Tae â oh, for god's sake." You had accidentally dropped your bags, and the books came spilling out. Even with his mouth full of pasta, Jungkook came over to help pick them up.
"Art Through the Ages?" he asked, looking pleasantly surprised.
You blinked. "Must be my friend's book. You're an artist?"
"Kind of, I draw in my free time. I'm always doodling but lately, I've grown affectionate to canvas art."
You tiled your head to one side, trying to imagine him with a brush in his hands. It was hard, seeing as he was in his basketball jersey almost every time you saw him on campus.
"I even almost submitted a copy of my favorite painting to the campus, you know, for the Artists Ensemble. Like I'm gonna win the competition, pfft." He sounded a bit wistful. You noticed he was very easy to talk to, possibly because he was a Class A Yapper.
"You should have submitted," you said, standing up. "Even if you're going to lose, who's going to know?"
With that, you were out the door, waving your hand in goodbye. Jungkook was surprised.
Taehyung walked in a few moments later to find a gleaming Jungkook. "I love your roommate."
"You what?!"
Jungkook just threw his hands over his friend, leading him out of the apartment.
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Jungkook liked Y/N? But she's not even his type! Why would he even like her?
Questions like this flew through Taehyung's head throughout the first two hours of class, where he would look at you sitting a few seats away, then at Jungkook. It was confusing really, but Taehyung felt a pang of annoyance every time the former laughed too loud or cracked a joke, all of which he usually does.
Out of everyone who could have liked Y/N, why did it have to be him? With his perfect smile and perfect flirting, girls adored him. And all of them regretted it a month or two after, because that's when their relationship usually gets over. Jungkook wasn't a player, he had far too much heart to ever be one â but he loved relationships only for the love of it. If he wasn't romanticizing life every few seconds and actually got to know the other person, he could form a connection with them. But Jungkook was far too busy skipping around and being impulsive. He was sweet, but he was not cut out for serious relationships yet.
In short, Y/N can never date him, Taehyung decided firmly. He knew you were strong and capable of dealing with these things, but he was just starting to get close to you, and what kind of roommate would he be if his best friend broke your heart? Wouldn't you hate him?
I'm such a good friend, he thought to himself obliviously.
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Kim Taehyung usually stayed clear of you while you were on campus. He had his friends and you had your own, so other than the occasional small talks, you guys didn't come across as close friends.
Which was why it was surprising when he strolled over to you on lunch break with a tray in his hand.
"Hi," he said, sounding like he already regretted coming over.
"Hey Tae, what's up?" you asked, moving away from your group.
"I was wondering if â if I could talk with you for a moment? I've had confusions in Philosophy."
"I- I don't take that class," you said, then connected the dots. His friends were nowhere in sight so maybe he was just lonely and wanted to spend time with you. It was sweet and you couldn't let him down. Not when he was looking at you with those puppy eyes. "But if you're not busy, care to join me for lunch?"
He looked relieved. "That'd be great."
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"So what's up?" you asked, taking a bite of the apple.
"The girl you hang out with, Sarah? Is she seeing anyone?" he asked, hands folded in front of his food.
You were caught off guard.
"Uhm, no? Why, do you like her?" you asked, trying to keep that hint of bitterness at bay.
So what if you had a small crush on your roommate? It wasn't your fault your roommate happened to look gorgeous all the time. 'Handsome' doesn't do him justice. He was pretty like the flowers he took care of. He was kind enough to get you food when you feel down, he never intruded on your privacy, he kept the apartment clean and no matter what time it was, he never failed to look adorable. Of course, it would make sense he would like Sarah! Sarah who was beautiful and smart andâ
"What no, Jimin likes her," Taehyung said plainly. He wasn't meeting your eyes, like he was lying. Or hiding something.
"That's why you wanted to talk? Sarah and Jimin?"
"You don't think it'll work out?"
"No, it might butâ"
"And, I want to apologize if Jungkook was making you uncomfortable in the morning." He was watching you closely now, hardly blinking.
"Uncomfortable?"
"He's very flirty with everyone he sees."
"Oh," you furrowed your eyebrows. "Well, he didn't say anything that crossed the line. He was quite nice to me, don't worry."
"Nice?" Taehyung sat up straighter. "Do you like him then?"
"Excuse me?"
"It's alright if you do. Everyone does! I sometimes think Mrs. Mahey wouldn't have given him an A if he didn't give her compliments all the time."
"Waitâ"
"You like him, don't you?"
"I didn't know this was an interrogation!" you said, putting the apple down. "Now that I think about it, Jimin is already talking to that one blonde girl in the art department."
"Look, it's none of my business." His eyebrows scrunched up in a cute frown. "Actually, it is. Jungkook is my best friend and he would fuck a troll if he could get the chanceâ"
"Excuse me?" You stood up, not even caring about lunch. "You did not just compare me to a troll!"
Kim looked alarmed. "Of course I didn't! I just meant I should know if I woke up one day and saw my best friend eating yourâ"
He couldn't finish his sentence because you had already spilled your water on his face. It got into his mouth and he was busy coughing it out to notice you were leaving.
"Asshole." You said under your breath.
"Pasta!" He yelled, but to no avail. "I meant eating your pasta Y/N, for fuck's sake!"
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Taehyung had an entire day to himself to realize just how much he fucked up. But the nail in the coffin came about half past four, when Hoseok found him after History class.
"Party at Jungkook's and you're coming," he said, easing his hand around Tae's shoulders. "Wear something not nerdy, there's girls there."
"I'm not sure, I have to sort some shit with Y/N first."
"Roommate trouble," he tsked. "It doesn't matter, you might see her at his place."
Taehyung stopped in his tracks. "Just why would that happen?"
"Well, he was searching for her earlier. Something about going out after class. So you wouldn't find her back at the apartment anyways."
"Going out? Why is he suddenly interested in my roommate??"
"Woah, woah," Hoseok looked at him closely. "Is that jealousy I see?"
Tae paled under his friend's gaze. Jealous? Him?
"Jungkook wouldn't date someone you like. Just tell him if you do!" He continued matter-of-factly.
Do I like Y/N L/N?
"Is there booze at the party?" Tae asked, giving up on his intricate thoughts.
"Is it a party if there isn't?"
"Then I'm definitely there."
Hoseok smiled. He didn't know what was going on with his friend, but he certainly didn't mind his sudden partygoing spirit.
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Jungkook's house was huge. Unlike all his friends, he had opted out of college apartments, and instead took a house for rent four miles away from the campus. Which means his house had always been the party spot.
Kim Taehyung hadn't see you or Jungkook so he made his way inside with Hoseok. He wondered if he had stepped into the set of Euphoria. The lights, songs and booze all supported the atmosphere, but he could hardly find Hoseok walking in front of him, let alone you, who could possibly be anywhere in that castle disguised as a house.
"TAE!" Jungkook appeared at his shoulder, holding out a drink. He had no shirt on, something all the girls and a few guys were eyeing â like he had cheesecake plastered over his abs. "You're here!"
Kim accidentally knocked down the drink. Something in him suddenly got very angry, and the sticky liquor down his brand new sweater didn't help the cause. Jungkook could have anyone he wanted. How dare he make a move on Y/N without clearing it by me first? What was to say you weren't in the building somewhere drunk out of your mind? Who's to say Jungkook didn't leave you alone with some assholes he always talks with?
"Where is she?" he asked, eyes blazing.
"Which she?" Jungkook asked in return, winking.
Kim Taehyung snapped.
Before knowing what he was doing, he shrieked, a sound so loud everyone could hear it over the music â and he pounced.
A very confused Jungkook fell to the ground with his friend on top of him. Taehyung didn't know any fighting techniques, nor did he want to hurt his friend, but he had to take the frustration out somehow. He took off his jacket and started slapping Jungkook's chest with it.
"Owh, what are you doing?" he asked, not knowing whether to be alarmed or fighting back.
"STOP BEING NAKED ALL THE TIME!" Kim yelled, with a final smack to his friend's head. "You're a WHORE, we get it. STAY AWAY FROM MY ROOMMATE!"
Hoseok, who was watching the scene unfold, laughed loudly. The sound brought Taehyung back to reality, about how ridiculous his reaction was, and how it looked more childish than manly.
Jungkook pushed him off, and stood up groggily. The audience around the two of them were openly sniggering. The former groaned and pulled Taehyung by his arm until they were both on the staircase, with people who didn't mind them because they weren't witnesses to their Saturday Night Live routine from below.
"ARE YOU HIGH?!" Jungkook yelled.
Kim was still breathing heavily. "I'm sorry for calling you a whore."
"No, you're not."
"No, I'm not."
Jungkook rolled his eyes. "Do you want to catch me up on speed here?"
Taehyung hesitated, then told him about how he felt it weird that one of his best friends liked his roommate, how he didn't want you to get involved in his classic heartbreak drama. Jungkook had his mouth wide open by the end of it.
"It's not my business if you like her," Taehyung concluded, stuttering through his words, knowing he didn't mean any of it. "But if she goes out with you, you cannot treat her like one of your other girls, I mean it."
"Who. In. The. World. Said. I bloody LIKED HER??"
"Youâ?"
"That's a phrase! I like her does not mean I want to go out with her!" Jungkook appeared disheveled. "She encouraged me to send my art submission to the campus competition! I said I liked her because I'm insecure about my art and she assumed I had talent enough to have a chance!"
Taehyung's face drained of color. "Hoseok said you were out with Y/Nâ"
"I wanted her at the competition. Better to lose in front of a stranger than one of my best friends! Oh my god, you really do think I'm a whore."
"Iâ" Taehyung had never been at a loss of word like this before. He was embarrassed with a capital E.
"Come on! I'm getting you beside Y/N right now before you start sprouting more nonsense."
"DO NOT TELL HER ABOUT THIS!"
"How you physically assaulted me in my own house for her? You're damn right I'm telling her â now, where is she?"
Jungkook was sweet, but he looked rattled for good reason. Taehyung did the smart thing and slipped away from him while he was looking inside a room for Y/N. He didn't know where he was going, but he climbed up the stairs.
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The rules were simple.
Spin the bottle had its own take this time. There were serious couples in the group, so instead of kissing whoever the bottle landed on, there was one moderator who spinned all the bottles. The one it landed on had the option to kiss whoever they wanted, including their partners.
Yes, it was boring.
So far the odds of the bottle spinning to you were low to none, because the group was that huge, and you had only signed up for it because it had Rachel. Without her, you knew literally no one at the party, and the ones you did know were too knackered to know their own names.
You didn't regret coming out with Jungkook though. True, he didn't win, but seeing his art framed on a wall made him unbelievably happy. You realized there might be things about the college jock that was humane after all.
You glanced at the door to see a familiar wave of dark hair. Tae?
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"You know Jungkook may not like her," Hoseok whispered in Taehyung's ear. "But any guy in that circle would be kissing her if the bottle lands on them."
"Where the hell did you come from?" Taehyung asked, annoyed. "You've got to stop acting like a ghost."
"Look at her," Hoseok went on, ignoring him. "She doesn't know the minute it lands on some drunk guy, she's gonna wish she never came to the party."
"Shut up," Taehyung said, taking a drink from the nearby table. He downed it in one go and kept watching over the game.
He didn't notice your eyes gazing over to him every few minutes.
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Why's he at the party? Since when does he attend Jungkook's parties? you thought to yourself. Then again, I don't come here either. Maybe he came to apologize....?
The bottle had previously landed on the girl to your right, and she was passionately making out with her best friend. All the guys were watching with open mouths.
Taehyung had no right to interrogate me like that. As if I'd go after Jungkook, when at least three of my friends had their heart broken by him! Besides, if I'd have my heart broken, it would be with that idiot himself but he's too dense to realize that. Ugh.
"Y/N!" Rachel pulled you out of your thoughts.
"What?" you asked, looking down quickly to see whether the bottle was pointing at you. You sighed in relief when you realized it wasn't.
"Uhm," Rachel pointed at the bottle again. You followed her line of gaze and saw the guy it was pointing at.
The same drunk guy who had been ogling at you the whole night.
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"Told you," Hoseok said, nodding towards the guy leaning over the group to Y/N, who was frozen.
Taehyung felt an unexplainable anger for the tenth time that night. He took another shot from the passerby, then without hearing Hoseok's protests, walked over to the group.
He realized with disgust that the guy was already puckering up, while you were still frozen in shock. How can anyone see that expression and think they're comfortable in the current situation?
With just three drinks in, Taehyung's head was already floating around so he did the only solution he could think of at that moment.
He flew in front of you and met his own lips with the guy's. The latter's eyes flew open and let out a cry of alarm, pushing himself backward.
"TAEHYUNG!" you yelled in shock.
"Thought he wanted to kiss!" Tae let his hands up, but you had already stood up.
"Oh my god." You pulled him up by his shirt, then led him away from the shocked crowd. "Hope you liked the show!" You said to Hoseok on your way out.
"Oh I loved it," he replied over his shoulder. You groaned when you realized he might have recorded the whole thing.
"Just what did you think you were doing?" you started once you were out of everyone's earshot. "First you say I want to fuck your friend, then you follow me around like a stalker Iâ."
Before Kim could protest, you had enveloped him in a hug. He was taken aback. He didn't question it, just hugged you right back.
"Thank you," you murmured when you pulled apart, though you still sounded mad somewhere. Tae thought you sounded adorable.
"Anytime, though I'd appreciate if you don't bring yourself to a position where I have to kiss a guy to save you again." His grin faltered. "I'm sorry. About Jungkook. I know you don't like him, I was a jerk."
You gave him a thorough look over. "You smell like beer. Cheap beer."
"Is that a code? Am I forgiven?"
"Come on, let's go back to the apartment." You said, shrugging. "I'll make you a really disgusting hangover cure tomorrow morning."
He didn't move. You turned around and saw him contemplating.
"Y/N." Taehyung tilted his head to one side. I think I like you. Can I take you on a date? Can I be your boyfriend? "You look pretty."
You grinned. "Say it again when you're sober."
Taehyung hung his head to other side. "You'll be pretty then too."
Cheesy. But you liked it. The blush on your face had made that clear. You decided right then that if he didn't remember any of this tomorrow, you'd make him remember.
He'd probably deny all of it, but you were going to kiss the hell out of him either way.
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Still her home court
hiii
this is my first published story!
i know its not fantastic but bare with meee!
anyways feel free to ask for a part 2! :)
wordcount: 2.4k
Setting: Elize and Paiges shared apartment in Dallas
Warnings: not really anything just a little fluff
This is no hate to any of the Wings players. this is just for fun:)
(its in Elizes POV) Enjoy:3

I heard the front door before I saw her.
Not slammed, but definitely not gentle â the kind of frustrated âIâm barely holding it togetherâ sound that Iâd come to recognize over the last few months.
Paige had been home for all of fifteen seconds, and already the room felt heavier.
I stayed curled on the couch, pretending to read but really just waiting for her to drop her bag and exhale the way she always did after practice. And then I saw her. Dallas Wings hoodie soaked at the collar. Shoulders tight, jaw locked. Hair still pulled back, sweat-damp and frizzy at the edges.
She looked⌠worn.
âHey, babe,â I offered gently, setting my book down. âHow was practice?â
She didnât answer right away. Just kept walking, slow and zombie-like, until she dropped onto the other end of the couch and let her head fall into her hands.
That was my answer.
âThey donât listen,â she muttered, voice muffled by her palms. âIâm talking on defense, calling switches, rotating, and theyâre just⌠lost. Still.â
I shifted closer, pulling my knees up under me so I could face her. âRough day?â
She let out a bitter laugh â short, sharp. âEvery dayâs a rough day lately. I donât know what else Iâm supposed to do. I feel like Iâm trying to glue a broken vase with chapstick.â
That made me smile, even if she didnât mean it to be funny. âThatâs a new one.â
She lifted her head slightly, eyes glassy and frustrated. âElize, Iâm not used to this. I went from UConn â where everything clicked, where we moved as one â to this... chaos. Thereâs no rhythm. No identity. The vets are checked out, and the rookies are lost. And Iâm stuck in the middle.â
My heart tugged at the sight of her â this woman who used to radiate confidence, who used to float out of games like her feet barely touched the floor. Now she looked like she was dragging bricks behind her.
I scooted closer and reached for her hand, curling my fingers around hers. She didnât pull away. Her thumb brushed mine absently, but her eyes were fixed on the dark TV screen like it might have answers.
âThey made me run point all practice,â she said after a moment. âNot even letting me work off-ball. I canât run the offense and score if no one knows where to be. Itâs like babysitting. Except the babies are six-foot athletes who donât talk.â
I laughed â just enough to soften the edge of it â and leaned in to kiss her temple. âYou ever think maybe they donât know what to do because theyâre looking to you?â
She didnât respond, but her jaw clenched. I knew that face. She didnât want to be anyoneâs savior. Not again.
âYou came into this league with all the hype in the world, Paige. Number one pick, college legend, face of the future. Thatâs a lot to carry.â
She looked at me then, really looked â like the mask dropped for just a second.
âI donât care about the hype,â she whispered. âI just wanted to play basketball. The way I love it. The way it used to feel.â
I tightened my hold on her hand. âThen come back to that. Not for the team. Not for the fans. For you.â
She leaned her head back on the couch, letting her eyes close. âI miss loving it.â
I let the silence stretch between us for a beat, then gently stood and tugged at her arm. âCome on.â
âWhat?â
âBedroom. Now.â
She raised an eyebrow. âYouâre being weirdly bossy.â
âTrust me.â I tugged again. âYou need this.â
Reluctantly, she stood, stretching her arms up with a soft groan. She followed me down the short hall to our room, where I pulled her hoodie off and tossed it into the laundry basket. Her sports bra underneath clung to her like a second skin, soaked with effort and frustration.
âSit,â I said, patting the edge of the bed.
She did, watching me cautiously, like she was waiting for me to make some grand speech.
Instead, I dropped to my knees in front of her, placed both hands on her thighs, and rested my head against her knee.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Just breathing. Quiet. Intimacy without pressure.
After a while, she ran a hand through my hair. âYou always do this.â
I looked up at her. âDo what?â
âCatch me. When Iâm falling apart. Like itâs nothing.â
âItâs not nothing,â I said. âBut youâre not falling apart. Youâre carrying more than you should. Let me carry some, too.â
Her eyes softened. She reached down and tugged me up onto the bed with her, wrapping her arms around me and burying her face in my neck. We lay there for a while, her weight half on top of me, her breath slowly steadying.
âI love you,â she murmured, voice muffled against my collarbone.
âI love you more,â I replied, running a hand up and down her back. âEven when youâre sweaty and grumpy.â
She chuckled, and it warmed my chest.
âI just didnât think itâd be like this,â she said. âPro ball. I thought Iâd be lighting it up. Making ESPN every week.â
âYou will,â I said, kissing the side of her head. âBut even if you donât, Iâll still be here. You donât have to prove anything to me.â
She looked up at me, her blue eyes soft now. âSometimes I feel like I donât know who I am without winning.â
I cupped her face in my hands. âYouâre Paige. The girl who smiles mid-crossover. The girl who plays like the court is hers, not because someone gave it to her â but because she claimed it. Youâre still that girl. Even when the scoreboard says otherwise.â
She didnât speak for a moment. Just leaned in and kissed me â slow, deep, the kind of kiss that says thank you and I need you and please donât stop all at once.
And I didnât stop.
I kissed her until the world outside our bedroom didnât exist. Until she forgot about broken systems and missed rotations. Until all that mattered was the quiet rhythm of our bodies pressed together and the breath we shared between kisses.
Later, when she lay with her head on my chest, one leg tangled over mine and her fingers drawing lazy circles on my hip, she whispered:
âI donât know what Iâd do without you.â
âYou wonât have to find out,â I said, stroking her back.
She sighed. âThink I should keep pushing? Keep trying to fix it?â
I smiled. âI think the game needs you. Even like this. Maybe especially like this.â
There was a long pause.
Then she said, âYouâre my home court now, you know that?â
I felt my throat tighten, but I didnât cry. Just smiled into her hair and held her a little tighter.
âI know,â I whispered. âAnd Iâll always be here. Win or lose.â
And in that quiet, messy, beautiful moment â Paige Bueckers wasnât a star, a rookie, or a savior.
She was just mine.
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can we get something for juju x azzi? been thinking about them for a while and canât get a rivals to (secret) lovers plot out of my head
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á´ ÉŞĘá´: Not lovers. Not friends. Just hers. Unspoken. Undeniable.

It starts the second their names are said in the same sentence.
Azzi hears hers first. âUSCâs Juju Watkins,â the reporter says beside her, like itâs a casual reference.
But itâs not. It never is.
She nods once, polite. Doesnât react. Doesnât need to. Sheâs not threatened. But later, when sheâs in the gym alone, she scrolls past a clip of Juju from last week. Slow motion layup. Controlled. Too smooth. It doesnât make her mad. It makes her itch.

On court, they donât speak. Not because they donât want to. But because if they do, itâll ruin it. Itâs better this wayâquiet looks. Soft collisions. The way Juju brushes Azziâs hand on a rebound and doesnât apologize. The way Azzi walks just a little too close during substitutions.
Theyâre not flirting. But somethingâs flirting with them.
The first time they meet outside the game is in an airport. Neutral ground. No cameras. Azziâs half-asleep waiting on her connection. Jujuâs across from her, hoodie up, headphones inâbut her eyes flick up once.
Azzi sees. She blinks slow. Juju doesnât smile. But she taps her finger once against the armrest. A rhythm.
Itâs stupid.
But Azzi finds herself tapping it back.
Thatâs it. Thatâs the whole moment. They board different flights.
But the tension boards with them.

Months later, after another USC/UConn game, Azzi finds her in the hallway. Not on purpose.
Not really.
Sheâs walking to her car. Jujuâs leaning against a wall, one hand still wrapped, sweatshirt loose. Azzi slows.
Juju doesnât move.
Neither one speaks for a second too long.
âYou good?â Azzi asks quietly.
Juju nods. âYeah.â
Another pause.
âYou?â Juju asks back.
Azzi breathes deep. âI will be.â
Juju nods again.
They stand there. In the echo of a hallway too big for whatâs happening. Azzi steps closer, like gravityâs doing the work for her.
She doesnât touch her. But she wants to.
Juju doesnât move away.But she doesnât pull her closer.
They just exist, inches apart, saying everything in silence.
And when Azzi finally turns to go, Juju whispers just loud enough to carry.
âYou always walk away first.â
Azzi stops. Looks back. And for once, she doesnât.

Later.
The gym is quiet again. Everyone else is gone. Cleats, shoes, laughterâall of it walked out fifteen minutes ago.
Azzi pretends to still be stretching. Juju pretends to check her laces for the third time.
They donât speak. Not yet.
Thereâs a breeze coming through the side door someone left cracked. One light still buzzes above the free throw line. It flickers once, then settles. Azzi hears her own breath. Hears Jujuâs bounce against the floor. Slow. Heavy. Measured.
She looks up. And Jujuâs already looking at her.
They donât say, âAre you staying?â. They donât say, âShould I go?â
They both just donât leave.
Azzi moves first. Quiet shoes across polished floor. Not toward herâbut toward the other side of the court. She picks up a ball. Dribbles once. Shoots. The sound of the net is sharp in the silence.
Juju doesnât clap. Doesnât compliment.
She just walks toward the key.
Azzi glances at her. âOne-on-one?â
Juju tilts her head. âNo scoreboard.â
âOf course not.â
Azzi passes her the ball. And for the next five minutes, they donât speak. Just play. Soft elbows. Close contact. No whistles. No coach.
Itâs not a game.
Itâs something else.
The moment slows when Azzi drives right and Juju blocks itânot hard. Just enough to catch her wrist and hold. Too long.
Azzi looks up at her, chest rising slow. âYou gonna call that?â
Jujuâs still holding her.
Still quiet.
âNo.â
Azzi doesnât move. She doesnât want to. Juju lets her go, but not fullyâhand still brushing against her fingers.
âYou feel it too, right?â Juju asks, voice low.
Azzi nods. Just once.
âYou ever gonna say it out loud?â Juju continues. Azzi doesnât answer.
She just leans forward, forehead to Jujuâs, and lets the silence speak for her.
They stay like that. Not touching. Not kissing. Just⌠not pulling away.
Juju exhales.
âI knew youâd stay.â
Azzi whispers, âI didnât know until I saw you still here.â
Thatâs the moment. Not a confession. Not a breakdown. Just that stillness. That decision. Both of them stayed.
And both of them know damn well theyâll stay again.

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