#free college basketball picks

[bueckersworld]

SYNOPSIS: you fall for the wrong guy and get your heart broken, only to realize the right person—paige, your best friend—had loved you all along.

WARNINGS: angst, fluff, not much else :))

WORD COUNT: 3.5k. RECOMMENDED SONG: that should be me — justin bieber info. masterlist. taglist.

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you met paige bueckers in middle school, back when you were still figuring out who you were—still 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 together—middle school, high school, and now college. uconn. the dream school for her and, by extension, for you too.

you knew everything about her—her 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 didn’t 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, can’t-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 he’d 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 didn’t know you—not 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.

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it all came crashing down on a rainy friday in april.

you’d been waiting for cooper outside his apartment, holding takeout from your favorite thai place. you were smiling when one of his friends walked by—a guy you’d met once or twice at parties. his expression dropped when he saw you.

“you’re still with cooper?” he asked bluntly.

you blinked. “yeah, why?”

he hesitated. “you don’t know, do you?”

“know what?”

he sighed. “look, i probably shouldn’t say anything, but… he’s not serious about you. he’s been telling people you’re just… fun. a good time.”

you froze. the words hit harder than you expected. they weren’t even said cruelly—they 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 didn’t wait for cooper. you didn’t even knock on his door.

you walked.

and somehow, without even thinking, you ended up at paige’s dorm.

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she opened the door and immediately saw your face—eyes 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.

“he was using me,” you whispered into her hoodie. “all this time.”

she didn’t say, i told you so. she didn’t say, you should’ve known.

she just whispered, “i’m so sorry,” over and over, rubbing circles on your back.

you cried for a long time. the kind of cry that comes from more than just heartbreak—it came from betrayal, embarrassment, confusion. but mostly, it came from the realization that you’d given your heart to someone who never really wanted it.

and when you finally calmed down, your face still buried in paige’s shoulder, you whispered, “why did i let it get this far?”

paige pulled back just enough to look at you. her eyes were soft, but there was something behind them—something deeper.

“because you wanted to be loved,” she said. “and you deserve that. you just… picked the wrong person.”

your lip trembled again. “i’m so stupid.”

“no, you’re not,” she said fiercely. “you’re not stupid. he is. he never saw you—like, really saw you. but i did.”

you looked up at her then, confused. “what do you mean?”

her breath caught. she hadn’t meant to say that. not like this. but the words had been sitting in her chest for so long they practically spilled out.

“i mean…” she swallowed. “i’ve been here. this whole time. watching you get hurt by someone who didn’t deserve you. watching you love someone who didn’t even know your favorite song. watching you smile for him when i knew that smile was meant for someone else.”

your heart thudded painfully.

“i know you,” she said, her voice shaking. “i 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 you’re nervous and how you hum when you’re falling asleep. i know that you hate pickles and that you cry during car commercials sometimes. i know you—all of you. and i love every piece.”

silence.

“i love you,” she whispered.

you stared at her, stunned. “paige…”

“i’m not saying this to make things weird. and i’m not saying it because i expect anything in return. but i couldn’t not say it anymore. not after watching you break like that.”

tears welled up again, but for a different reason.

all this time, she’d been right there.

and you never saw it.

“i didn’t know,” you said softly. “i didn’t… i never thought…”

paige gave a small, sad smile. “you weren’t supposed to. i hid it pretty well, huh?”

you laughed through a sob. “no, you’re just better at hiding your heart than i am.”

her eyes locked on yours. “i don’t want to hide it anymore.”

you didn’t know what to say. so instead, you leaned in and pressed your forehead to hers.

“say it again,” you whispered.

“i love you,” 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 paige’s hands were still holding you like you were made of glass. or maybe it was just the truth—settling into your bones like it had always belonged there.

you closed your eyes. “i think i always knew.”

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the next morning, the sun came up like nothing had changed. but everything had.

you weren’t with cooper anymore. you hadn’t texted him back, hadn’t checked your phone once since the night before. he didn’t deserve that part of you.

instead, you were lying in paige’s bed, your head on her shoulder, her fingers tracing lazy circles on your arm.

“you okay?” she asked softly.

you nodded. “more than okay.”

she smiled at the ceiling. “i was so scared to tell you.”

“i was scared to see it,” you admitted. “but now i don’t want to look away.”

her fingers tightened around yours. “good. because i’m not going anywhere.”

you turned to look at her. “promise?”

“swear on my gatorade.”

you snorted. “that’s serious.” she grinned. “told you.”

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 didn’t say a word. neither did you.

you didn’t need to. because he never knew your heart.

but paige? she had it all along.

© bueckersworld

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. ⋆˚꩜｡ hi !! i hope y’all enjoy this fic, sorry i haven’t been posting a lot recently, i’m finally on spring break and have been spending time with my family, literally flew across the country y’all 😭😭 ANYWAYS HOW ABOUT THAT NATTY?!! i am so incredibly proud of this team and i can’t even put into words how much hard work they’ve put in. and i’m so heartbroken this season is over but we’re gonna have a great one next year !

𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝘩𝑢𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠٫ 𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎..

[imzhouxinyu]

BROKE GiRLS CODE ( l.hs )

──── pairing : bsf brother!lee heeseung x fem!reader

──── 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 friend’s 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?

──── theme : slowburn , friends to lovers , best friend’s brother trope, smut , angst, fluff.

──── warnings : nsfw mdni , unprotected sex , oral (f.rec) , dom!heeseung sub!femreader , light degration & praise , manhandling , rough sex , size kink, possessive and jealous hee !

──── taglist : @shyoko

You met Heeseung the summer before your second year of college.

You knew of him because he was Yunah’s 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 didn’t 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 weren’t 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, “You always sit like that?”

You blinked. “Like what?”

He gave a lazy half-smirk. “Like you want someone to pull you into their lap.”

Your breath caught.

You didn’t respond.

You shouldn’t have.

Because it wasn’t just teasing anymore.

It was something else.

Things were changing slowly.

He’d 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 didn’t mean it.

You told yourself he did.

It got worse when your friends started teasing you.

“Why do you blush every time Heeseung breathes?” Karina said.

“He literally just exists,” Winter added, rolling her eyes.

But Ningning looked at you knowingly. “You want him, don’t you?”

You denied it.

Too fast, almost suspiciously.

Because you didn’t want to want him.

He was Yunah’s brother.

Your best friend’s brother.

That’s girl code 101.

You didn’t break rules like that.

Until the night he found you crying in the kitchen.

You’d 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.

“You good?”

You were sobbing , wiping your eyes fast. “Yeah..just, ugh..I can’t even..”

He leaned against the counter. “What happened?”

You didn’t 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, “You work so hard. You don’t deserve to break over things like this.”

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 didn’t kiss you.

“Why do you keep doing that?” you whispered once.

He smirked. “Doing what?”

“Acting like you want to kiss me, then pulling away.”

His eyes darkened.

“Because I do.”

You froze.

“But if I start,” he murmured, leaning close, “I won’t stop at just kissing you.”

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 wasn’t 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 that’s when it hit you.

You were absolutely fucked.

Because you didn’t just want him for just fucking and getting over ur shitty ex..

You wanted his heart.

And then , it came Jake’s party.

You hadn’t planned to go. But everyone was going. Yunah insisted. Ningning dressed you in a tiny black skirt and told you to “act like you own the whole house.”

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.

“Truth,” he said.

Jake grinned. “Ever thought about fucking someone in this room?”

Everyone laughed.

But Heeseung?

He looked straight at you.

Didn’t say your name.

Didn’t 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 didn’t wait.

The second the door clicked shut behind you, he had you pressed against it, his mouth crashing into yours like he’d been starving. The taste of alcohol lingered between you, but nothing dulled the heat. His hands gripped your hips tight—too tight—and you moaned into the kiss, letting him devour you.

“You know how long I’ve been waiting for this?” he growled, voice thick and ragged. “Watching you walk around like you don’t fucking know what you do to me?”

“Heeseung—” you gasped, dizzy.

“Wearing that tiny skirt,” he murmured, sliding a hand beneath it, his fingers dragging up your thigh. “All night. Like you wanted me to snap.”

“I did,” you whispered.

That was all it took.

He spun you, pressing your chest to the door, grinding his hard cock against your ass.

“You’ve got no fucking idea what you just gave me permission to do,” he breathed, kissing up the back of your neck.

You whimpered when his hand slid into your panties—fingers instantly finding how soaked you were.

“Fuck, baby,” he growled. “You’re dripping.”

You arched into his touch. “Please—”

“What do you want?” he asked darkly, slipping one thick finger inside you. “Tell me.”

“You. I want you.”

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.

“You’ve got no idea what you do to me,” he said, dragging your panties down. “Every time you laugh. Every time you act all innocent when you’re clearly just waiting for someone to put you in your place.”

He shoved you gently onto the mattress and dropped to his knees.

“You’ve been teasing me for months,” he muttered, spreading your thighs wide. “It’s only fair I get to make a mess of you now.”

You barely managed to gasp before his mouth was on your pussy—tongue licking a long, slow stripe up your center.

Your head fell back. “Oh my God—”

He groaned against you like he couldn’t get enough. His tongue moved with precision—circling your clit, then flicking fast, then sucking just enough to make your legs tremble.

You fisted the sheets, arching off the bed. “Fuck, I’m gonna—”

“Go ahead,” he muttered between licks. “Cum for me, pretty girl. Right on my fucking tongue.”

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.

“Still with me?” he asked.

You nodded, breathless.

“Good. Because I’m not fucking done.”

He stripped in seconds—shirt, jeans, boxers—until he was standing in front of you, hard and heavy between his thighs, his veins popping, tip flushed.

Your eyes widened.

He smirked.

“Think you can take it?”

“Please,” you whispered.

He leaned down, kissing you slowly this time. “You sure about this? Because once I fuck you, baby, that’s it.”

Your heart pounded.

“I don’t want anyone else.”

That’s all he needed.

He climbed on top of you, lined himself up at your entrance—bare, 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.

“Fuck—you feel too good,” he hissed, burying himself deeper. “So tight. So warm. You were made for me.”

You clung to his shoulders, nails digging into his back as he filled you to the hilt.

The stretch was overwhelming. He was big—thick, heavy—but you took all of him.

“Look at that,” he whispered against your neck. “Taking me so well. Letting me fuck you raw. So fucking desperate for me.”

He started moving—slow, 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.

“You’re mine,” he growled, picking up the pace. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you gasped.

“Again.”

“I’m yours, Heeseung—fuck—I’m yours!”

He wrapped his hand around your throat—not squeezing, just holding—and drove into you harder.

“You’re gonna cum for me again,” he growled. “Let me feel it. Let me feel you fall apart on my cock.”

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.

“Shit—gonna fill you up,” he groaned. “Gonna cum inside this perfect pussy.”

You gasped.

And then you felt it—warm, thick, deep. His release spilling inside you with a low, broken moan as he buried himself to the base.

He didn’t pull out right away.

Just hovered over you, breath ragged, forehead pressed to yours.

“You’re fucking mine now.”

You nod, frantically, still panting.

You didn’t know what you got urself into.

Because a week later, everything shattered.

Someone blurted it out at another party.

“Yeah, Heeseung and her? They fucked upstairs at Jake’s. Ask him.”

The room went silent.

Yunah stared.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

Your blood went cold.

You were done for.

You ran out of the room.

He didn’t follow.

Didn’t call.

Didn’t defend you.

And that hurt worse than anything.

You cried for days.

Minji threatened to kill him.

Winter said “I told you so.”

Karina and Hanni held your hands.

But nothing helped.

Because it wasn’t 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, “I love you.”

You slammed the door in his face.

He knocked again.

“I was scared,” he said. “Scared that I wanted something I couldn’t have. But I never meant to hurt you. Please—let me fix this.”

You looked at him.

At the boy who broke you.

The boy who made you feel like everything.

And you whispered, “One chance.”

He pulled you into his arms like he’d 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 she’s trying.

Because even she sees it now.

Heeseung doesn’t just want you.

He’s yours.

And he always was.

Even when it broke every rule in the girls book.

[little-boyyyy-blog]

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.

“are you a model?” 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 wasn’t there before. you could swear.

“a footballer actually. are you?”

alessia was automatically attracted to you. her eyes genuinely scanned your body painfully slow as her eyes filled with a obsession

“basketballer actually. aren’t you competing?” 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

“my nation didn’t qualify. but innit that funny, i went to school in america?”

“what a shame. i’d love to watch you play. shame it wasn’t at duke either, i would have seen you before that. i know that for sure.”

“and you lost me there. you were doing well too” 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.

“i never said i hated unc” you had to yell for her to hear, pulling her closer to you by her waist as another body tried to squeeze behind her.

“that’s because it’s the best in the country”

“in my country?”

“your country.” her smile came back, bringing a burn deeper in your stomach. the bartender swiftly dropped off both her drinks and yours. “vos cartes.” you don’t know what came over you; because it definitely wasn’t logic when your hand came on-top of alessia’s 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.

“mets toutes ses boissons avec les miennes ce soir. tout ce qu'elle obtient, je l'ai” the bartender nodded to your fluent french and turned away without hesitation; only taking your card.

“put all her drinks in with mine tonight. whatever she gets, i got”

“what did you just do? also i thought you were from america? you sound great. ”

“i 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.”

the sharpness to you, your undeniable looks, the free drinks.. how could she say no?

“i just might have to, and who do i come looking for?”

“you’ll find out if you come back. what’s you’re name?”

alessia’s eyes rolled at your secrecy, but bit her lip in enjoyment. she knew she’d be coming back, how couldn’t she. just look at you.

“alessia.”

“less these were out front?” 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. “theyre beautiful”

she would have kept an eye out front for them if she knew they were coming, but she never knew when you’d send them.

her cheeks when flushed and the pink in those flowers were so similar that you had secretly dedicated those flowers to her.

“oh my god, i didn’t hear a ring. thank you le.”

“who gave you those?” a question that gone unanswered.

alessia hadn’t spoken a word about you to her teammate. you were too good to be true in her mind; she didn’t want to ruin that before anything could actually happen.

quickly plucking the card off the floral pick and walked causally into the kitchen. “oh my those are beautiful less, who sent them?”

“someone from the states.” she slipped the card away into her back pocket before the overbearingness of the arsenal women’s team started.

“ohhhh”

“a college fling?”

“how many times have they’ve sent them?”

less pressed her lips together to hide the ever small smile from crossing her face. “once or twice.”

“oh my god!”

“a man sent those??”

“ay dios mío..”

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 alessia’s 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 wasn’t at unc to date, she was there to become better.

but alessia wasn’t stupid. her eyes meet with lotte’s and emily’s, giving them the look to please keep quiet for now. and that’s what they did. because they didn’t care that much.

well they did. but they knew if they pushed they’d never know. and trust. they wanted to know so badly that they were willing to wait.

alessia didn’t know why people cared so much if it didn’t 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 couldn’t 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 ‘thank you’ 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. you’ll 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 couldn’t 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 that’s what you did. “finally”

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.

“hi hun” 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. “hi baby”

“i got us our last american meal for a bit”

“enjoy your messy burger because you obviously can’t live without one for two weeks.”

“that’s why i got it obviously..” you rolled your eyes back at her, “you know you talk a lot of shit for someone who likes being in america”

“that’s because you’re here.” 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.

“is that why you had me push back your return flight?”

“are we not going to mention how you bought yourself a ticket to come back with me” a teasing smile on her lips.

“no we’re not”

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 woman’s name she automatically sat up straight and let her hand quickly fall off of your waist.

alessia couldn’t help herself. as much as she’d love to say she hadn’t 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.

“hey what’s up?..”

and honestly; for a good second. she couldn’t 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.

“..damn. no i can’t watch tuck this weekend; im going out of town with less..”

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 “jealous over a dog”

all alessia wants to do is kiss that smile off your face too. “it was the girl; and so what about it?”

“you’re all i want less”

“no way. you’re not dating her less.” 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.

“what?” you stood in the center on alessia living room in a pair of her arsenal shorts and an college college hoodie.

“emily i’ve told her” you had met emily before due to emily’s time in the nwsl and you’re continuing friendship with her u-19 national teammate tess boade.

“told me what?”

“she’s a blue devil?”

“what?” lotte quickly pipped in as if you had killed someone.

“she went to duke? are you kidding less? how could you fall for the rival.”

“oh my god. i forgot.”

“are you actually doing this right now? baby i told you the night we met?”

“i forgot!” alessia exclaimed.

“what do you mean?! how could you forget?”

“she was buying our drinks and she was looking really nice, i guess it just flew right over my head that night!”

“god less you’re kidding.”

she wasn’t. and maybe the enemy wasn’t so bad after all.

[wordsmeetwbb]

meryn’s blog!

hey! i’m meryn, im 19, and in case you didn’t read the username, i write about women’s 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

🔥 = smut

💕 = fluff

🎭 = angst

Pazzi

Whatever Azzi Wants, Azzi Gets 🔥

The Chains Stay ON 🔥

Stare 💕

Need You 🔥

Not Just Friends 💕

Every Loser Needs an Azzi 💕

Let's Play Mermaids 💕

Messy 🔥

Two Minutes 🔥

Every National Champion Deserves a Reward 🔥

Feels Like 🎭

Number One Pick 🔥

Relax 🔥

A Girlfriend Betrayal 💕

Mine, Forever 🔥

Were You Gonna Tell Me? 💕

Paige Bueckers

Embrace 💕

Ease Your Troubled Mind 🎭 💕

Azzi Fudd

nothing yet- send requests/prompts!

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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.😪

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The invitation comes the following day through the slot of Azzi’s door in the middle of one of her and Caroline’s late night study sessions.

“What’s that” Caroline ask as she looks at the orange and purple piece of paper that Azzi picked up. 

“Paige wants me to go to her birthday party” 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. 

“Woah, are you being for real” Caroline says as she jumps up to grab the invitation off the desk before scrambling to read it. “You 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 assignment”

“Yeah, I wasn’t 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.” Azzi rambled on.

This is the way that she has spent her last two college Halloween and she wasn’t trying to change it for a girl who almost took her out. 

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.) 

Caroline turns to really look at the girl  as if she was crazy before stating.

“We are going to this party, whether I have to drag you there or not.” 

The brunette groans seeing no way out of going to a party for her roommate who almost took her out.

“Let’s meet in your room to pre-game Saturday” Caroline says as she grabs her bag to leave 

Once she is out of earshot, Azzi turns over in her bed and screams into her pillow.

———

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. 

She even made Xavier draw a picture of her in a jail cell with the words “Free Azzi” underneath. 

None of that matters to the other girl, as she found herself getting ready in Azzi’s dorm room.

“This is going to be so much fun” Caroline stated as she sorted through her costume options “Who knows we might even find someone to hook up with, so we can have a true college experience.” 

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.

“Absolutely not” 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. 

“It’s not that bad, maybe you can even see what is happening with you and Paige” 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. 

“Nothing is going on there, Car” Azzi stated defensively-folding her arms

“Sure, You went from almost about to kill her in her sleep to being invited to her birthday party in one day” Caroline commented, throwing her arms up “but sure, there nothing there”

Sure, Azzi could admit that her roommate was attractive, but she wasn’t trying to mess with the positive streak that they had just started.  She has gone three days without homicidal thoughts about the blonde. 

It would also mean opening a can of worms she wasn’t ready to deal with.

“Ines save me” 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 Azzi’s computer.

“Fine, What are you gonna wear” Caroline asked, realizing she wasn’t getting anywhere.

“My Olaf onesie” Azzi announced like it was the easiest decision in the world.

“Nope we are not doing this again” Caroline groaned as she picked up her phone “I am calling for back up.”

The phone rings for three seconds before the person on the other line picks up 

“What’s up, Car” 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 Azzi’s superstar roommate, and the party that they were about to attend before waiting for the verdict.

“Az, you’re going to that party and you are going to wear a sexy costume, and you are going to have fun” Aaliyah egged on which Caroline encouraged “ You have no reason not to”

“But Lili” Azzi cried

“Nope, go have the fun I never had and tell me about it when I come in town next week” Aaliyah demanded, leaving Azzi with no other choice. 

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 Caroline’s old costume from freshman year.

Staring into the mirror, she can’t help but notice that her current appearance was nothing like her typical STEM uniform of a baggy hoodie and sweatpants. 

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. 

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. 

“Perfect” Caroline announced as Ines shaked her head in agreement as if they were her typical Fairy Godmothers

———

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 owner’s brand new white couch. She was definitely overstimulated.

From the looks of it, Paige had went way over broad and she didn’t even want to think about how high the cleaning fee or insurance that Paige was going to have to pay. 

Azzi’s plan was to stick with Caroline and Ines for the whole night before eventually heading to IHOP. She had even plan to slip Paige’s 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 wear 

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 “Dreams and Nightmare” until she had felt a tap on her shoulder.

“I saw that there was a Slime mold presentation on a flyer and I thought I had lost you” Paige remarked, hanging her arm over Azzi, almost as if they had been long term friends. 

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.

 “I didn’t have a choice” Azzi groaned out as she looked at the flickering lights. She had to look anywhere else or she might just combust in to flames. 

“Well I am glad you came” Paige yelled over the music “You look so pretty tonight.”

The blonde was clearly inebriated and whatever was in the cup in her other hand sure wasn’t helping her case.  Before Azzi could even answer her remark, Paige was dragging her off to the front of the house.

———

The kitchen was filled with any drink imaginable and around it was the majority of the women’s football team starting line up. The girls appeared to be in a game of who could fit the most whipped cream in their mouth.

“I totally won that” Ice mumbled out, whipped cream spilling out of her mouth as she talked.

KK who was already choking and tired of Ice’s bullshit, decided to take matters into her own hands. Taking a new can of whip cream and spraying it all over the taller girl.

“Are they always like this?” Azzi asked watching the two older girl tackle each other in the small kitchen walkway.

“This is actually calm for them” Paige muttered, grabbing two red solo cups before filling them up to the brim with a mysterious liquid. “ Ignore them, this is step one for UConn Party, it stops you from questioning the crazyness around you”

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.

“Most people would’ve been looking for the nearest trash can, good job rookie” Paige says completely impressed. 

“I don’t understand why anybody would drink that” Azzi says disgusted, stick her tongue out, “Do you believe me now when I say, I go to parties” 

“It’s for the buzz” Paige jokes lightly slapping the younger’s girl back “ and I still don’t believe you.”

Azzi hangs her head in defeat as the older girls eyes pop out.

“I haven’t introduced you to the team” Paige says looking out at the group of girl who have moved on to another topic

“The one dressed up as an Ice cube is Isuneh” 

“Government name is crazy” Ice points out “ I go by Ice hence the costume.

“Anyways that’s 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.” Paige rambles on about her teammates. 

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.

“And you’re the roommate who Paige almost murdered with a football” Nika asked with a menacing smirk “She talks about you all the time”

“Bro, chill” Paige chocked. “No I don’t.”

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 wasn’t 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. 

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 Paige’s sweatpants before she could react. 

“What are you doing?” 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. 

“Giving you your birthday present, silly” she laughed innocently, as if she wasn’t about to give unconsensual head in front of everybody. 

“Why can’t you get the fact that we are no longer together in your fucking head” Paige angrily yelled , her tone doesn’t match the pure fear that was casted over her face. The blonde’s eyes darted back in forth at the herd of people around her. 

“It was just a joke, you still take everything so seriously” 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

“You good P” Nika asked 

“Yea that was fucked up” Jana added on. 

“Next time I see that bitch it’s on sight” Ice commented as KK demonstrated the punches she would land. 

“Yeah, I am okay guys” Paige tried to emphasize with a big smile that didn’t match her eyes. “I need to check on something.”

The older girl grabbed her phone before leaving the room, leaving the group worried.

“Follow her” Evina reassured Azzi as she placed her hand on her shoulder “She needs someone who isn’t her teammate right now.” 

———-

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.

“They sent you up here” 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.

“Yea, but I wanted to check on you” Azzi admitted. Paige eyes widen at the statement before returning back to its neutral state. 

“There is nothing to check on” Paige stated “My 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, shocker”

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. 

“That doesn’t give her the right to touch you like that” 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.

“ I am used to it, with you know the fans and whatnot” Paige utters as if it was everyday thing to get assaulted.

“You don’t have to be okay with it”

“Can’t disappoint my fans and my people” Paige says as she gives Azzi a weak smile, trying to put the conversation to rest as she walks onto the balcony. 

The two fall into a natural silence until Azzi says something. 

“For someone who is so excited about throwing a Halloween birthday party, you sure didn’t put a lot of effort in your costume” 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. 

“See, I like the horror, making people almost piss their pants through pranks Halloween” Paige rattled on “Not so much the costume, passing out candy bit”

“You haven’t pranked me yet” Azzi stated 

“It’s coming don’t worry” Paige reassured “Right now it is time for Step two of a great UConn party.” 

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 Azzi’s body to not a stare at the blonde physique. 

“Did you wear a swimsuit underneath, like I told you” Paige asked. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

“What did you think” Paige asked, waiting for the brunette’s approval. 

“Evina thinks I am crazy for doing it but it feels like, just for a moment, all of my problems are gone”

“That was amazing” Azzi giggled, still trying to take everything in “Caroline would freak if she saw what I just did”

As if she were an urban myth, who appeared when her name was muttered, Caroline shriek was heard throughout the whole party. 

“Azzi, What the hell” Caroline yelled as she attempted to pull the her out of the pool. “It’s time to go” 

“I am in trouble now” Azzi muttered, clearly drunk out of her mind, towards a concerned Paige. 

“What about step three” Paige asked, as Caroline tried to wrap a towel over the other girl. 

“ You can show me another time Paigey” Azzi called out, deciding this was the perfect time for them to use nicknames

“Okay, Az” Paige called back as she watched the younger girl be guided into the house.

———

“When I told you to have fun tonight, I didn’t mean for you to jump off of a balcony” Caroline reprimanded as she watch the two other girls tear into their pancakes. 

The trio didn’t leave the party until 2 in the morning. Between finding dry clothes for Azzi and pulling Ines from her group, Caroline was drained. 

“I was having so much fun” Azzi cried as she sulked into the booth “You didn’t have to cockblock me” 

“If by cockblock you mean making sure you made it home tonight and didn’t do something you would regret with your roommate that you hate, then yes, I am the biggest cockblocker” Caroline declared as she took a sip from her water 

“She is not even that bad” Azzi added on. “What happened to your date”

 “It was great until he threw his whole beer everywhere after losing in beer pong, I was pretty much icked out after that” Caroline grimaced as she reminisced. “How about you Ines?”

“I have a coffee date, tomorrow” Ines proclaimed proudly.

“That’s my girl” Caroline said as she wrapped her arms around the smaller girl. 

As Azzi watches the other two girls talk about their party experience, she couldn’t help but to think about why she couldn’t get the football player out of her head and how she will never know the third step to a great UConn party. 

[keikikait]

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: 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...

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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 didn’t do it all so quickly.

“Where is everyone?” Steve finally breaks the silence, leaning against the counter, setting the broom against it. “I thought it was Friday night.”

You shrug. “Maybe at the game.”

Steve scoffs, propping himself up on his hands. “Who would pick spending their Friday night watching a basketball game over watching a movie? I mean, A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy’s Revenge just came out last month!”

You sigh, folding over the strip of paper, continuing to craft your star. “Maybe they don’t want to watch a horror movie in December.”

Steve groans, dramatically leaning against the counter again. “Save me from this boredom, please, pretty girl. I just want to go home.”

The door opens and the bell dings.

“Hi, welcome to Family Video.” You both say simultaneously. 

You look over the counter, pushing on your elbows to see around the shelf. Jason Carver lazily walks in, hands shoved in his letterman’s 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.

“Hey man, what's up?” 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. “What happened to the game?”

Jason shrugs nonchalantly as he approaches the counter. “The game ended early and now everyone's heading to the after party.” He pauses, glancing between you and Steve. “You guys coming?”

Steve frowns slightly, looking over at you, still engrossed in your origami project. “Uh, I'm not sure yet. Might head home, actually.”

Jason raises an eyebrow. “Really? Passing up free beer and babes for a night alone? That's not like you, Steve.”

“Yeah well…” Steve trails off, shrugging. Jason’s gaze shifts to you. He leans on the counter, tapping his hands on it. 

You sigh, sitting up straighter. You hated these stupid fucking barstools. “I’m not going either, Jason.”

Steve’s eyebrows raise as he leans closer. “Oh yeah? Got plans tonight, then?” His tone was curious, but there was something else there…jealousy perhaps?

No. Of course not.

You shake your head. “Nope, just not feeling up for it. I’m tired.” You look back down at the straw wrapper, continuing to fold it. You were almost done.

Jason scoffs, tapping the table. “Well, that’s shitty. The hottest girl in our entire college is sitting my party out. What’s the world coming to?” Your nose scrunches slightly. You already didn’t like Jason, but the way he was talking about you was leaving a sour, vinegary taste in your mouth.

You sigh, rolling your shoulders. “It’s not my scene, Jason. You know that.”

Jason stares at you for a moment, taking you in. He wasn’t admiring you, he was looking at you hungrily. “Come on, sweetheart. Not even for me?”

“Not even for you,” You say. “Parties just aren’t my thing.”

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. “What? I'm just inviting her. No need to get all defensive.” He turns back to you, smirking. “You know, if you change your mind, you're always welcome at my place.”

“I appreciate the offer,” you reply dryly. “But I think I'm good.” 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. “You know, Nancy’s gonna be there.”

That causes Steve to tense up slightly, his jaw clenching. “She is?”

“Yeah, man.” Jason says. “Heard she and Byers are taking a break. This is your shot, man.”

Steve clears his throat, trying to play it cool. “Yeah, I guess I might swing by for a bit then. Do you think I could convince her to get back with me?”

“Yeah, dude, totally.” Jason says, picking up the star you made. He rolls it between his fingers. “She’ll be all over you before midnight. You know, I heard she still wears underwear with the days of the week on them.”

Steve chuckles, standing up from the counter. “She wasn’t when she was dating me.”

Something in your stomach twists at the idea of Steve getting back with Nancy. It wasn’t that you didn’t 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 ‘pretty girl’. Apparently you were wrong.

You press your lips together. Might as well shoot your shot with Jason, right?

“You know what, Jason?” You suddenly interject, leaning across the counter. “Maybe I do wanna go.”

Steve looks surprised at your sudden change of heart, raising an eyebrow. “You do? I thought you weren't feeling it…”

Jason grins, tossing the star back onto the counter. “Told ya, Steve. My parties are where it's at.” 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. “You wanna come with me, baby?”

Gross. “Yeah, I’d love to.” The lie flows off of your tongue quickly. 

Steve watches the exchange between you two, a mix of confusion and disappointment on his face. He places his hands on the counter. “You want to go with Jason? Of all people? You don’t even like Jason.”

“I’m right here, man—”

“Maybe I like him now.” You cut Jason off. “You don’t know me better than I do.”

Steve scowls, clearly unhappy with the situation unfolding before him. “Whatever, suit yourself.” He straightens up, crossing his arms over his chest. “Just don't say I didn't warn you.”

Jason reaches out, lightly slapping your cheek. “I’ll let you close up, sweet thing. I’ll be outside.”

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. 

You can feel him staring at you as he approaches the counter. You look over at him. “What?”

Steve huffs, running a hand through his hair. “You're really going to go with him? After everything we've...talked about?” He steps closer, his brown eyes intense. “I thought maybe there was something between us. But I guess I was wrong.”

His gaze drops to your lips briefly before meeting yours again. There's a flicker of hurt and confusion in his expression. “Fine. Go have fun with Jason then. See if I care.” He turns away, dismissing you.

“I’m only going with him because you’re going to get back together with Nancy.” You admit, walking around the counter to stand in front of him. You had no reason to lie. “As if I would actually be caught dead with Jason out of my own volition.”

Steve stops in his tracks, turning around to face you fully. His eyes narrow, a hint of anger flashing in their depths. “Excuse me? You think I'd choose Nancy over you?” He takes a step closer, his voice lowering. “Is that what this is about? Jealousy?”

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. “Listen to me. If I wanted Nancy, I wouldn't be wasting my time with you.”

“You say that yet you never do anything, Stevie.” You say. “Jason is at least honest that he wants me.”

Steve's grip on your chin tightens slightly, his brow furrowing. “Honest? Is that what you call it?” He releases you abruptly, stepping back and raking a hand through his hair in frustration. “Jason doesn't give a damn about you beyond using you for his own entertainment.”

He sighs. “And 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.” 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.

“My feelings aren’t misplaced.” You say. 

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. “Okay, fine. Maybe they're not.” He takes another step closer, until he's mere inches from you. “But what happens after we admit these feelings? We both know our lives are complicated enough without adding romance to the mix.”

He reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch sends shivers down your spine. “Tell me, pretty girl, what do you want from me?”

“All I want is you.” 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. “You don't know what you're asking for,” 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.

“Last chance to back out,” Steve murmurs, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours. “Because once I kiss you, there's no going back.”

You lean up and kiss him. 

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. “Fuck,” he whispers hoarsely. “I want you so bad it hurts.” His hands slide down to your hips, squeezing possessively. “But we need to talk about boundaries and expectations. This isn't just a one-night thing for me.”

“Fine by me.” You say breathlessly. 

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. 

“You’re so cute, you know that?” Steve whispers against your lips, nipping at them playfully. “I've wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you.” 

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. “Feel what you do to me, baby?” he purrs, nibbling on your earlobe. “I'm gonna make you feel so good, you won't ever want anyone else.”

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 manager’s 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. “Goddamn, baby,” he breathes reverently, reaching out to trace the swell of your cleavage with a fingertip. “You're fucking gorgeous.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

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. “Let me see all of you,” 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. “Beautiful,” Steve whispers, cupping the weight of your breasts in his palms.

“All yours.” You say breathlessly. 

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.

“Stevie…” you whimper, arching into his touch. “Please…”

Releasing your nipple with a wet pop, Steve looks up at you with a devilish smirk. “What do you need, baby? Tell me what you want.” 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. “Words, pretty girl.”

“Please eat me out!” You blurt out.

“Mmm, someone's eager,” 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.

“You're so wet already,” Steve marvels, running a finger through your slit. He brings it to his lips, sucking your essence clean with a groan. “Fuck.”

Spreading your thighs wider, he lowers his head, flicking his tongue out to taste you directly from the source. “Oh fuck, yes,” 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. “Hold onto the desk,” he commands gruffly, positioning himself between your thighs. “I'm gonna fill you up so good, baby.”

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.

“Fuck, you're tight!” 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. “I know, I know. You’re being so good, letting me stretch you out.”

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, “Yes, yes, fuck, I need it!” 

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. 

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.

“You like that, don't you slut?” he pants harshly in your ear. “Having your little cunt stuffed full of my cock while I play with these perfect tits?” He rolls your nipple between his fingers roughly as they continue their punishing rhythm.

“Oh god, oh fuck, yes!” 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. “Fuuck, baby!”

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. 

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. “You okay?”

You nod. “Just need a second.”

He holds you closer, his cock now completely soft inside of you. He kisses your forehead again. “I was serious, you know. When I said I didn’t want this to be a one time thing.”

“So was I.”

Steve hums, cupping the back of your head. “Good.”

You sigh, nuzzling him. “Are we still going to Jason’s party?”

“Oh, fuck no.” Steve says, chuckling. “Come over to mine instead.”

You nod. “Okay.” He pulls out of you and your pussy clenches as his cum starts to dribble out. “Ah, shit.”

“Don’t worry,” Steve says, kneeling again. “I’ll clean you up, baby.”

You throw your head back as you feel his tongue on your clit again.

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let me know what you think! <3

[hcsiqs]

| 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 don’t think

“Thank you!” 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.

“Rory!” 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 daughter’s head and immediately ran over to her, not noticing who she was even talking to. “Rory, you can’t walk off like that. Someone could’ve got you,” you frowned as you bent down in front of your daughter.

“It’s ok, I got her,” a girl’s voice said, you looked up for a moment and thanked her, not even realizing who it was before doing a double take.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” you covered your mouth as you stood up from the ground, grabbing ahold of Rory’s hand. “You’re probably so busy, sorry for this.”

“No, no, it’s ok!” the blonde nodded quickly, trying to make sure you knew that she wasn’t upset by the situation at all.

“It’s just she should know not to walk off,” you told the blonde before looking down at your daughter, “Baby, I know you think you’re all grown up, but that doesn’t mean you can walk off into big crowds.”

“But Mom! It’s Kate!” Rory pouted as she looked up at you.

“Just don’t do it again, please,” you rubbed her shoulder softly before looking up at the basketball player. “I am so, so, sorry”

“It’s fine, really,” 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, “How would you like to sit court side?” she asked, cocking her head to the side before looking up at you. “Only if that’s ok with your mom, of course.”

Your mouth fell open slightly, a loss for words as you shook your head. “Oh, I could never afford that,” you replied, shaking your head slightly.

“It’s on me,” Kate smiled as she picking your daughter up, a small giggle falling from her mouth as the blonde tickled her softly.

“I can’t ask you to do that—”

“You’re not, I’m offering,” she smiled.

You bit down on your bottom lip as you looked at the girl in front of you, what could go wrong?

“Ok,” 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.

“Let me text some people,” she smiled, taking her phone out, “Two court side seats for Rory and…?” she left the end opened as she realized she still hadn’t gotten your name.

“Y/N,” you smiled.

“And Mrs. Y/N.”

You let out an awkward laugh shaking your head, “No Mrs.”

“Good to know,” the blonde smiled before she typed something into her phone. “I—uh—gotta go but I’ll see y’all in there”

“Mhm,” you nodded.

“Bye Rory,” 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 you’d 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 didn’t know was that Kate was currently searching her following for you. She wasn’t sure what it was, but she could see herself being around you and Rory a lot more.

this is lowkey ass cheeks i’m sorry😭😭

[baedreamverse]

late night — 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 who’s known as the ‘ACE’ 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.

“Sorry, was I being too loud? Haha”

roommate!Heeseung who you encountered one day at the college campus with his group of friends hanging out by the main quad.

“Oh hey! These are my friends-“

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 who’s love language is quality time, in which he tends to search for you when he’s bored.

roommate!Heeseung whom you have late night ramen together at midnight.

roommate!Heeseung who goes red and becomes a giggling mess when you’re drinking together.

roommate!Heeseung who finds horror mazes thrilling and laughs at every encounter with the ghost actor on set with you.

“Rock, paper, scissors on who goes first.”

“I think that mannequin is human, watch this-“

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.

“Did you want me to get your favorite ice cream?”

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 who’s protective of you whenever the both of you are out for bar hopping, intimidating the guys who tried approaching you.

“Stay close to me,” 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. I’ve been wanting to do an angst scenario as well, but we’ll see about that. 🚨 Also, please continue to STREAM XO (YT/Spotify/Genie/Apple Music/etc) & help VOTE as well (ALLCHART/U Pick/Mnet+/Superstar X). Let’s get a win for our boys hard work in the album! 🔥🙌🏻

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[caitlinclarkluver22]

~ 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 you’d like another one.

remember blue is flashback and purple is lyrics!!

warnings: mention of alcohol, cheating, lying, and mention of sex

“ i know i have good judgment, i know i have good taste. it’s funny and it’s ironic that only i feel that way.”

you’re 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 didn’t 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 bachelor’s degree this year.

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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.

“ hey, your the one with all the good test scores right?” , he asked knowing but just wanted to make sure, to ask for a favor.

“ yes…. i am”, you shyly responded, a little nervous at the sudden attention.

“ 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.”

free? another class period? what is he trying to imply? i know i might look naive and small, but I’m not stupid to know what men want. i am lesbian after all. although i had my suspicions, i trusted my professor.

“ yes i actually am. why professor?”

“ great! i was just wondering because my next class period is algebra, and….lets just say ive had them for a few years now…anyways, they need help. just pick the one you want and you can tutor them.” , 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, it’s the right thing to do.

“ yes of course! i’m willing to tutor anyone that needs my help.”, you say enthusiastically, ready to help people be the best they could be.

“ great! just come back in around 30 minutes, and by then they should be here.”, your professor said, thankful for your help.

“ okay i got you.” , you said walking out of class, going to grab a bite to eat.

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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 weren’t a mega fan.

you totally didn’t scroll on tiktok, looking and saving the edits you’d find. damn she’s so attractive…

‘ah ah ah, no liking her. she’s in algebra. she’s obviously not smart, not to be mean of course. just observing.’ , you think to yourself as you look around the room, waiting for everyone to take their seats.

it wasn’t 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 what…or 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 paige’s next move would be, little did she know that her next move would be completely ghosting her and pretending like she didn’t exist.

“ i just- i just don’t 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? i’m literally one of the smartest people in this whole college and im not smart enough to realize that a girl is totally playing me.” , she sobbed grasping onto you like her life depended on it.

“ it’s okay lilly it’s okay, you deserve better.”

although lilly was your friend, karmas a bitch, she should’ve known better, if she had a wish, she would’ve 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 people’s 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, she’d text keisha a good “ u up?” late night text , and keisha would be at her dorm room in no time, ready to have good sex.

of course, they weren’t 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 you’d obviously have to stay far far away from her….

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“ so how do you find x if you don’t have y?”

fuck my life.

“ paige, it’s not that hard. really. i learned this shit in seventh fucking grade, and you can’t get it. look let me show you….again.”, you said irritably, getting impatient by the second. you felt like you’ve 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 couldn’t comprehend it. ugh she’s like a toddler.

“ so to find out x i have to add y and…what again?”

kms.

“ UGHHH paigeeeee”, 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?

“ please, i need help, if i don’t pass this then i can’t play basketball. and we both really know how much i love basketball. it’s my everything. please?”, she said, her player facade fading away, showing her true and vulnerable self.

ugh those eyes….

“ …one more time paige. just try your best to get it. concentrate.”

paige nodded and smiled at her, looking down at the paper to attempt to grasp the information that she had trouble with.

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“ I ACED IT”, paige screamed, jumping up and down.

“ REALLY?”, you said eyes wide.

“ YES YES YES, omg i’m so happy right now!”, 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 wrong…..why did it feel so right?

you guys stood there for a solid minute, embracing eachother. you inhaled, smelling the sweet scent she radiated.

“ okay well i gotta go”, you said, sad knowing that this would be the last time that u had an excuse to spend time with her.

“ yea- um same.”, 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.

“ hey um, what about i take you to dinner?..you know just to thank you for all the work you’ve done to help me of course.”, she said with a hopeful look, her bright blue eyes illuminating like the pacific ocean.

how could i say no to those eyes?

“ um..you know what…yea of course. tommorow at 9 sounds good?”, you said , happier than you’d like to admit.

“ i promised’em that your different, and everyone makes mistakes. but just don’t.”

“ i’m telling you, you shouldn’t surround yourself around her, she’s a bad influence! she literally broke your ex friends hearts! both of them! paige isn’t a good girl to fall in love with.”, dominique one of your most recent friends said, stressed out about your love life right now.

“ i mean, she asked me out to dinner…”

“….she what? don’t tell me you said yes…”

“ i said yes.”

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“ don’t bring me to tears when i just did my makeup so nice.”

you finished up your final touches in your makeup, when u got a text message.

pb and j

hey pretty girl

i’m here

i’m 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 didn’t like real flowers? and that i love legos?

your heart warmed at the sight, smiling at her, full teeth on display.

“ thank you paige, you shouldn’t have, really.”, you said, almost feeling bad that she spent money on you that she shouldn’t have.

“ no no no it’s my pleasure honestly.” , she said with a grin, sighing , relieved that you liked the gift.

“ let’s get going?”, you said.

“ whoever is last is the rotten egg!”, she yelled loudly, before running down the hall making her way down the stairs.

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“i heard your an actor, so act like a stand-up guy. whatever devils inside you, don’t let him out tonight.”

they’re at the restaurant, it’s 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 didn’t know about eachother , and your goals in life.

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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.

“ well that was fun.”, paige said, laughing, her teeth as bright as the stars.

“ yea it really was…”, you say with a smile on your face that couldn’t 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.

“ paige i-“

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 with….i think love…? no couldn’t be. just lust.

“ um we should do this again. “

say no say no.

“ yes of course”, you said with a smile.

“ okay well…see you later. i’ll text you! “, paige said as she back peddled to her car, winking at you, before running to the vehicle .

god she’s 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 couldn’t help but think…

please please please, don’t prove em right.

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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!!! 💕💕 sorry if it’s bad ik i misspelled a couple i think and definitely misworded but not so bad to the point where you won’t get it. LOVE YAAA!!!💕

[ordinary-barbie]

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.

18+ only—minors DNI!

"Fuck!"

Saxon's head was in his hands as soon as the final buzzer sounded. The seemingly impossible had happened—the 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 online—unless 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 just—I 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 help—you 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 tonight—let 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 fuck—love 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 be—ah!—taking 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 good—fucking shit—need 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.

“Gonna shoot my hot cum in this sweet little pussy,” 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.

“That felt…so good,” Saxon panted, wrapping his arms around your waist. He turned around and looked up at you. “Thank you, baby. I feel so much better now.”

You smiled at him, your eyes shining with affection. “Of course, Sax.”

Saxon pulled out and got a warm towel to clean you up. Then, the two of you got dressed—Saxon 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.

“Just letting you know, if Duke ever wins another championship, I’m pounding you until you can’t walk. Might even put a baby inside you,” Saxon teased, tightening his grip around you.

You snorted. “Sax, go to bed.”

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.

[onelittlespiral]

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get'cha head in the game

summary: you’re 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. 

word count: 2.95k

featuring: nike!reader, mention women’s basketball players, talk of college recruitment, me being a proud member of uconn nation 🤝 , and fluff

🎵 get’cha head in the game by zac efron

fake right, and break left

“it can’t be that hard,” travis gloats, standing in front of you as you dribble the ball between your legs casually. 

you shrug. “play me and find out,” you reply, throwing up a perfect three pointer. 

“i just mean that you spend all summer being a demigod, your skills have to be a little rusty,” he exclaims, throwing up a hand too late as the ball has already swished through the net. 

connor, his younger and just as sassy brother, grabs the rebound and bounces it to travis, saying, “that’s true. you’re here, picking strawberries and flirting with luke.” 

your cheeks flush at his comment, and there are several laughs from your friend group. you risk a glance at the head counselor, who’s 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; there’s nothing more than a flirtationship and occasional make out between you two. 

“but i could still beat you,” you say, effortlessly stealing the ball from travis and sinking the layup. 

“that’s what, five to zero, not that we’re keeping score,” you add tauntingly. 

“settle down nike, you haven’t seen nothing yet,” travis says, and your friends ooh at his words. 

“okay fine. first to twenty one wins. and to make it fair, we’ll play loser’s ball,” you say, passing the ball to him as you take a defensive stance. 

travis scoffs at your words, opening his mouth to protest, but luke cuts him off, “just take the deal trav, she’s saving you from further embarrassment.” 

you smirk at your friend’s words, pulling your basketball shorts up your thighs as you crouch down and get in travis’s face. he gulps, a nervous sweat breaking out on his forehead, but doesn’t say anything as he tries to formulate a plan. you watch his eyes dart around the court, and know exactly what he’s going to do. it’s almost too easy. 

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. 

grabbing the rebound, you hand it to him, “like i said, loser’s ball.” 

don’t be afraid to shoot the outside j

“one of these days the harpies are going to get you,” luke says, making his presence known. 

you turn away from the basket, smiling softly at him as the ball soars through the air and into the net. he’s in his pajama pants and a black hoodie that’s a little too small on him. 

“i can’t help it,” you explain, holding the ball between your palms at the free throw line. 

luke sighs. he can’t imagine the pressure to be great. “what drill are you running?” he asks, stepping beside you.

you smile. “make ten free throws, in a row. then i’ll hit the elbows, and after that three’s,” you explain, dribbling the ball three times before shooting. 

you don’t miss. he doesn’t expect you to.

“well how many have you made?” he asks. 

“twelve. but you watching always makes me nervous,” you say, trailing off towards the end. 

his eyebrows furrow at your words. you’ve always been vulnerable with him, but that usually takes coaxing. this was an easy admittance; it makes him nervous. 

“why?” 

“don’t know. i always want to play good for you, for all of you guys i guess,” you say with a shrug. 

luke crosses his arms at that, a serious look taking over his face as he observes you. he’s trying to process what you’re saying, read in between the lines. you’re 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. 

“you always play good though. and i know that because the apollo and ares boys talk about how teamed up they still can’t beat you,” luke says. 

you flush at his words. you’d hoped he didn’t 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. you’d never been on a quest, and you never would. your mother wasn’t one of the twelve olympians, so you didn’t even have a cabin to call your own, just a bunk in the middle of the hermes cabin. at the same time, she hadn’t given you a special gift or anything noteworthy, just her competitive spirit. something which you’re sure was passed down to you and your siblings, not that you had many. 

“i’m 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 can’t even do that right,” you mumble. 

he grabs the ball from your hands then, forcing you to look at him. “nothing about you is normal. neither your parentage nor basketball skills. and especially not your fancy sports school, but we don’t hold it against you. we all have our quirks,” he says, a lopsided smile on his face, one you easily reciprocate. 

“yeah i guess you're right.”

“i know i am, nike,” he answers, surprising you with a kiss on the corner of your mouth. “let’s head back,” he continues, lacing your fingers with his, giving you no other option but to follow. 

cause when we get it then the crowd will go wild

“and you got more mail today,” your dad says over the iris message, “something from the coach at princeton and one from quinnipiac.” 

you nod your head, humming softly to show that you heard what he was saying. 

“i think you should come home, sport,” he adds, and your eyes widen at his words. 

the protests are on the tip of your tongue, but he beats you to it, “i know. i know, but this is your future we’re talking about. i mean, some of these coaches are inviting you to a practice and a meeting.” 

you understand what he’s 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. you’ll be giving up frolicking in the strawberry fields with katie gardner and sneaking out to bonfires with clarisse and silena. next summer, there won’t be pick up games with travis or training in the late hours of the night while luke grabs the rebounds. 

“can’t i just have one month?” you beg, finally meeting your dad’s eyes. 

he hesitates, you can see that he’s leaning towards no, but you interject, “please dad. it’s my last summer here. we all know it.” 

he sighs, mumbling something about sending emails, but replies, “one month. i’m coming to get you right after the fourth, no ifs ands or buts. got it?” 

you nod excitedly, smiling as you wipe at your cheeks, which you didn’t even notice were damp. “thanks dad,” you whisper. 

he smiles, nodding his head, “you got it.” 

the two of you sit in silence for a minute, and as you move to disconnect the message he says, “i’m proud of you, sport, always have been.” 

you smile again, shyly this time after hearing your dad’s praise. “thanks dad. love you.” 

“love you too,” he answers, before swiping his hand through the mist and ending the call. 

you take a breath, shoulders dropping with relief. you have one month left of summer before it’s 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 it’s luke, and the apologies die on your tongue when you notice the far away look in his eyes. 

“hey. you okay?” you ask, giving his biceps a squeeze. 

he swallows, meeting your eyes as he asks, “you’re leaving in a month? i thought we had the whole summer?”

you bite on your bottom lip, regret pooling in your stomach as you answer, “yeah. a lot of colleges want me to play for them, so i need to go talk to some coaches.”

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. 

“how many schools?” he asks. 

“what?” 

“how many schools are looking for you?” he says, stepping closer to you again. 

the question is unexpected, and throws you off balance for a second. “oh. um a lot. there’s a ton of them,” you say. 

“like?” he probes, waving a hand for you to continue. 

“well, there’s usc, but they have juju watkins so i don’t think i’m really needed there. uconn, with paige bueckers and azzi fudd, plus they’re looking into sarah strong so i don’t know how much time i’ll get there either. kim mulkey from lsu and dawn staley from south carolina have both reached out. princeton’s given me an offer, and so has michigan, but i don’t 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,” you ramble, feeling nervous explaining it all to luke. 

“geez nike, those are a lot of schools,” he says with a proud smile on his face. 

you smile back, “don’t i know it.” 

it’s 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. you’re a bit more relaxed now, the threat of leaving camp for good pushed back in your mind. then again, being luke’s arms always relaxes you. 

“i can’t wait to get a uconn jersey,” he whispers, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he guides you out of the cabin. 

you raise a brow at that, “who said i’m going there?”

he gives you a look that reads ‘seriously’ and replies, “the best of the best go there, nike. and you’re clearly one of best.” 

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.     

should i go for it? better shake this, yikes!

“i can’t believe you’re leaving tomorrow,” silena pouts, looking at you over the rim of her cup. 

“i know! i feel like summer is just getting started,” you reply, smoothing out your beach towel as you take a seat next to her and clarisse. 

“maybe you’ll have a weekend off to come back and visit,” clarisse says, and silena nods her head excitedly. 

you know the odds of that happening are doubtful, but you nod and reply, “yeah maybe.” 

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. 

“you know what, we can’t be sad. it’s your last night, and we need to come up with a plan for you to confess to luke,” silena exclaims, a determined look in her eyes. 

you freeze mid-sip, and cough up the liquid. “what?” 

“oh don’t play dumb, we all know you have feelings for him,” she continues, waving her hand casually. 

“i don’t. he’s just a friend,” you reply a little too quickly. 

“you, you got what i need,” clarisse starts singing teasingly. 

“but you say he’s just a friend,” silena continues. 

“you say he’s just a friend. oh baby you,” they shout, singing together. 

you can’t help but laugh at their antics, shoving silena’s shoulder as they quiet down into a fit of giggles. once you all calm down, silena takes charge again, “but seriously, you need to tell him how you feel.”

you shake your head, but clarisse interrupts, “this could be your last chance.” 

you sigh. she’s 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. 

“even if he rejects you, you’re leaving tomorrow, so it doesn’t really matter,” clarisse adds, and silena slaps her shoulder. 

“i mean…not that he would,” the daughter of ares stutters, but you wave her off. 

“you guys are right. i’m gonna tell him,” you decide, downing the rest of your drink as you stand up from your spot on the beach. 

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 don’t even need to call out to him, he sees you coming and excuses himself from the game. his cheeks are flushed and he’s panting a bit as he approaches you, pulling you into a quick hug. 

“you good?” he asks, giving you a once over. 

“yeah just…can we talk?” you reply, a hint of uncertainty in your voice. 

he nods, a worried look crossing his features, “yeah of course. let’s go to the woods.” 

you let him lead you to the woods with a firm hold on your hand. the entire time, you’re shaking with nerves, which is strange since you’ve never felt this nervous in your life. even the biggest basketball game can’t 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. 

“you good? you look like you’re gonna be sick,” he says. 

“i feel like i’m gonna be sick,” you mumble, and he tilts his head in confusion. 

before he can say anything, you open your mouth and the word vomit starts. you’re not really sure what you’re saying, but it’s 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. there’s a softness in his eyes, as he cups your jaw and pulls you close to him. 

“gods, nike, i’ve been waiting to hear that since forever,” he whispers, before planting his lips on yours. 

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. 

“gods luke,” you say breathlessly. 

“we can’t all be good at sports, but i know enough to understand you miss one hundred percent of the shots you don’t take,” he teases, kissing your chin as you laugh at his words. 

“you know who said that?” you ask between laughs.

“yeah, micheal scott,” he answers, and you burst into laughter all over again.  

“i’ll miss you, nike,” he whispers, once you’ve both calmed down. 

“i’ll miss you too, luke,” you reply. 

you gotta get’cha, get’cha head in the game

a year and a half later

“okay everybody shut up! they’re going by grade,” someone shouts, and the crowd of demigods quiets down as they sit in front of the screen. 

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 basketball’s first night. connor and travis claim to have found the items buried away in the big house’s 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 connecticut’s local news station, in long island.  

“i bet she’s next,” someone shouts, and everyone listens patiently to the music and the voice of the announcer. 

“a five-ten freshman guard from long island, new york,” the announcer starts, and everyone starts screaming and cheering, “number eleven, yn ln.” 

luke isn’t 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. 

“why’d she pick number eleven anyways?” one of the younger campers asks. 

“for luke, obviously,” another replies, and everyone turns to look at his uconn jersey with an ‘11’ printed on it.  

[drownedinlavender]

⋆｡°✩South Park High School AU Headcanons⋆｡°✩

Mainly written to get out of my writers block lmaoo. This is a guide to all my headcanons in my “Be Nice to Me” fanfic

⋆｡°✩ Kyle Broflovski:

6'2”. 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 Cartman’s schedule better than Cartman himself

Begrudgingly gives Cartman rides to school sometimes. Will leave him if he takes too long though.

⋆｡°✩Eric Cartman:

5'10”. 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.

⋆｡°✩Stan Marsh:

5'11”. 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 “clique” 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.

⋆｡°✩Kenny Mccormick:

5’8”. 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, he’ll pass. If he didn’t 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.

⋆｡°✩Leopold Butters Scotch:

5’9”. 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.

⋆｡°✩Clyde 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.

⋆｡°✩Craig is captain of the space club. Wants to become an astronaut. Has been consistently dating Tweek ever since getting shipped by the Asian girls.

⋆｡°✩Tweek 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.

⋆｡°✩Tolkien 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.

⋆｡°✩Bebe 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.

⋆｡°✩Wendy 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.

[bowofachilles]

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 — the always broody but secretly soft Yoongi, the class clown Hoseok, the future valedictorian Jin, and so many more, including the college heartthrob Jungkook — 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 — 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 — 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 — 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 and—

"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 but—"

"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."

"Wait—"

"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 chance—"

"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 your—"

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 — 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 — 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??"

"You—?"

"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/N—"

"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."

"I—" 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 — 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 I—."

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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THE END

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commissions | kofi

[aliza-sophie]

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 — the kind of frustrated “I’m barely holding it together” sound that I’d 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.

“Hey, babe,” I offered gently, setting my book down. “How was practice?”

She didn’t 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.

“They don’t listen,” she muttered, voice muffled by her palms. “I’m talking on defense, calling switches, rotating, and they’re just… lost. Still.”

I shifted closer, pulling my knees up under me so I could face her. “Rough day?”

She let out a bitter laugh — short, sharp. “Every day’s a rough day lately. I don’t know what else I’m supposed to do. I feel like I’m trying to glue a broken vase with chapstick.”

That made me smile, even if she didn’t mean it to be funny. “That’s a new one.”

She lifted her head slightly, eyes glassy and frustrated. “Elize, I’m not used to this. I went from UConn — where everything clicked, where we moved as one — to this... chaos. There’s no rhythm. No identity. The vets are checked out, and the rookies are lost. And I’m stuck in the middle.”

My heart tugged at the sight of her — 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 didn’t pull away. Her thumb brushed mine absently, but her eyes were fixed on the dark TV screen like it might have answers.

“They made me run point all practice,” she said after a moment. “Not even letting me work off-ball. I can’t run the offense and score if no one knows where to be. It’s like babysitting. Except the babies are six-foot athletes who don’t talk.”

I laughed — just enough to soften the edge of it — and leaned in to kiss her temple. “You ever think maybe they don’t know what to do because they’re looking to you?”

She didn’t respond, but her jaw clenched. I knew that face. She didn’t want to be anyone’s savior. Not again.

“You came into this league with all the hype in the world, Paige. Number one pick, college legend, face of the future. That’s a lot to carry.”

She looked at me then, really looked — like the mask dropped for just a second.

“I don’t care about the hype,” she whispered. “I just wanted to play basketball. The way I love it. The way it used to feel.”

I tightened my hold on her hand. “Then come back to that. Not for the team. Not for the fans. For you.”

She leaned her head back on the couch, letting her eyes close. “I miss loving it.”

I let the silence stretch between us for a beat, then gently stood and tugged at her arm. “Come on.”

“What?”

“Bedroom. Now.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You’re being weirdly bossy.”

“Trust me.” I tugged again. “You need this.”

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.

“Sit,” 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. “You always do this.”

I looked up at her. “Do what?”

“Catch me. When I’m falling apart. Like it’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing,” I said. “But you’re not falling apart. You’re carrying more than you should. Let me carry some, too.”

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.

“I love you,” she murmured, voice muffled against my collarbone.

“I love you more,” I replied, running a hand up and down her back. “Even when you’re sweaty and grumpy.”

She chuckled, and it warmed my chest.

“I just didn’t think it’d be like this,” she said. “Pro ball. I thought I’d be lighting it up. Making ESPN every week.”

“You will,” I said, kissing the side of her head. “But even if you don’t, I’ll still be here. You don’t have to prove anything to me.”

She looked up at me, her blue eyes soft now. “Sometimes I feel like I don’t know who I am without winning.”

I cupped her face in my hands. “You’re Paige. The girl who smiles mid-crossover. The girl who plays like the court is hers, not because someone gave it to her — but because she claimed it. You’re still that girl. Even when the scoreboard says otherwise.”

She didn’t speak for a moment. Just leaned in and kissed me — slow, deep, the kind of kiss that says thank you and I need you and please don’t stop all at once.

And I didn’t stop.

I kissed her until the world outside our bedroom didn’t 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:

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You won’t have to find out,” I said, stroking her back.

She sighed. “Think I should keep pushing? Keep trying to fix it?”

I smiled. “I think the game needs you. Even like this. Maybe especially like this.”

There was a long pause.

Then she said, “You’re my home court now, you know that?”

I felt my throat tighten, but I didn’t cry. Just smiled into her hair and held her a little tighter.

“I know,” I whispered. “And I’ll always be here. Win or lose.”

And in that quiet, messy, beautiful moment — Paige Bueckers wasn’t a star, a rookie, or a savior.

She was just mine.

[demie90s]

can we get something for juju x azzi? been thinking about them for a while and can’t get a rivals to (secret) lovers plot out of my head

ᴊᴜᴊᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴋɪɴꜱ x ᴀᴢᴢɪ ꜰᴜᴅᴅ

ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ…

MASTERLIST, MORE (juju), MORE (azzi)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: It started with looks across the court. A bump here. A shove there. Tension disguised as competition. USC and UConn weren’t supposed to have chemistry—especially not like this.

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Rivals to secret lovers | College basketball drama | High tension, low volume

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: Heavy tension, sneaking around, neck grabbing, whispered arguments that end in eye contact too long to ignore, mentions of hotel rooms and post-game bruises

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: ~ 0.9k

ᴠɪʙᴇ: Not lovers. Not friends. Just hers. Unspoken. Undeniable.

It starts the second their names are said in the same sentence.

Azzi hears hers first. “USC’s Juju Watkins,” the reporter says beside her, like it’s a casual reference.

But it’s not. It never is.

She nods once, polite. Doesn’t react. Doesn’t need to. She’s not threatened. But later, when she’s in the gym alone, she scrolls past a clip of Juju from last week. Slow motion layup. Controlled. Too smooth. It doesn’t make her mad. It makes her itch.

On court, they don’t speak. Not because they don’t want to. But because if they do, it’ll ruin it. It’s better this way—quiet looks. Soft collisions. The way Juju brushes Azzi’s hand on a rebound and doesn’t apologize. The way Azzi walks just a little too close during substitutions.

They’re not flirting. But something’s flirting with them.

The first time they meet outside the game is in an airport. Neutral ground. No cameras. Azzi’s half-asleep waiting on her connection. Juju’s across from her, hoodie up, headphones in—but her eyes flick up once.

Azzi sees. She blinks slow. Juju doesn’t smile. But she taps her finger once against the armrest. A rhythm.

It’s stupid.

But Azzi finds herself tapping it back.

That’s it. That’s 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.

She’s walking to her car. Juju’s leaning against a wall, one hand still wrapped, sweatshirt loose. Azzi slows.

Juju doesn’t move.

Neither one speaks for a second too long.

“You good?” Azzi asks quietly.

Juju nods. “Yeah.”

Another pause.

“You?” Juju asks back.

Azzi breathes deep. “I will be.”

Juju nods again.

They stand there. In the echo of a hallway too big for what’s happening. Azzi steps closer, like gravity’s doing the work for her.

She doesn’t touch her. But she wants to.

Juju doesn’t move away.But she doesn’t 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.

“You always walk away first.”

Azzi stops. Looks back. And for once, she doesn’t.

Later.

The gym is quiet again. Everyone else is gone. Cleats, shoes, laughter—all of it walked out fifteen minutes ago.

Azzi pretends to still be stretching. Juju pretends to check her laces for the third time.

They don’t speak. Not yet.

There’s 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 Juju’s bounce against the floor. Slow. Heavy. Measured.

She looks up. And Juju’s already looking at her.

They don’t say, “Are you staying?”. They don’t say, “Should I go?”

They both just don’t leave.

Azzi moves first. Quiet shoes across polished floor. Not toward her—but 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 doesn’t clap. Doesn’t compliment.

She just walks toward the key.

Azzi glances at her. “One-on-one?”

Juju tilts her head. “No scoreboard.”

“Of course not.”

Azzi passes her the ball. And for the next five minutes, they don’t speak. Just play. Soft elbows. Close contact. No whistles. No coach.

It’s not a game.

It’s something else.

The moment slows when Azzi drives right and Juju blocks it—not hard. Just enough to catch her wrist and hold. Too long.

Azzi looks up at her, chest rising slow. “You gonna call that?”

Juju’s still holding her.

Still quiet.

“No.”

Azzi doesn’t move. She doesn’t want to. Juju lets her go, but not fully—hand still brushing against her fingers.

“You feel it too, right?” Juju asks, voice low.

Azzi nods. Just once.

“You ever gonna say it out loud?” Juju continues. Azzi doesn’t answer.

She just leans forward, forehead to Juju’s, and lets the silence speak for her.

They stay like that. Not touching. Not kissing. Just… not pulling away.

Juju exhales.

“I knew you’d stay.”

Azzi whispers, “I didn’t know until I saw you still here.”

That’s the moment. Not a confession. Not a breakdown. Just that stillness. That decision. Both of them stayed.

And both of them know damn well they’ll stay again.