#if I don’t see this in a week I’m making it myself and I probably won’t post it

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: The Hideout 2.0

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: escaping to the safe haven of the scissor sisters once again

🏷️: @yailtsv , @sitawita , @starfulani , @authentic-girl03 , @paige05bby , @paxaz535 , @azziswrld

It happens again. A week later to be exact.

Paige and KK are on TikTok Live, and once again, they’re loud.

I love them both, I really do. But between the overlapping voices, the sudden bursts of laughter, and the chaotic vocal stimming, my head starts feeling like it’s in a pressure cooker. It’s not even their fault—it’s just how they are together.

Instead of letting myself crash, I do what I always do: I slip my phone out of my pocket and text Carol.

Me: Coming to your room again

Carol’s response comes instantly.

Carol: Got The Vampire Diaries queued up. Door’s open.

I smile to myself. That’s why she’s my favorite.

Standing up, I move toward Paige, who’s too caught up in whatever nonsense she and KK are on to notice right away. I tap her arm, and she turns her attention to me with a curious expression.

“What’s up, babe?”

“I need a break,” I say softly, leaning in to give her a quick peck on the lips. “I’ll be back later, or I’ll be sleeping.”

She barely has time to react before I slip out the door.

⸻

Carol’s bed is already warm when I crawl in beside her.

Azzi, still working on her classwork, glances up from her laptop. “You on the run again?”

I nod, getting comfortable under the blanket. “I kissed Paige and dipped.”

Carol snorts. “Smooth.”

Azzi chuckles, shaking her head before turning back to her accountant assignment that she swore she was gonna burn.

Carol presses play on The Vampire Diaries, and I instantly feel myself relaxing. It’s become our little routine at this point. My quiet escape.

But while I’m finally unwinding, things on Paige’s Live are… not so quiet.

⸻

Paige doesn’t pay much attention to the comments at first. She’s too busy laughing at something KK said, completely unbothered. But then she notices a repeating question.

Why does Y/N keep leaving the Live and never coming back?

She ignores it at first. But then another comment pops up.

She was texting someone right before she left…

Paige’s brows furrow slightly.

Then comes the kicker.

She’s probably cheating.

That makes her stop mid-laugh. KK, noticing the shift in energy, nudges her. “What’s up?”

Paige exhales sharply, reading the comments again.

She shakes her head, unamused. “Alright, let’s shut this down real quick.”

KK raises an eyebrow but lets Paige talk.

“For everyone saying Y/N is ‘cheating’ or whatever dumb theory y’all are coming up with—shut up.” Her tone is firm, unwavering. “She was texting Caroline, telling her she was going to her room. Because, I dunno, maybe I’m loud as hell and she needs some peace?”

KK nods dramatically. “Yeah, we are pretty loud.”

Paige huffs, clearly annoyed. “Y/N gets overwhelmed easy, and instead of suffering through me and KK being obnoxious, or ruin our fun as she states it, she goes to Carol’s room to chill. That’s it. No cheating, no weird drama, just her needing quiet. Y’all gotta stop jumping to conclusions.”

The chat quiets for a moment before some fans start defending me, calling out the ones spreading rumors.

Satisfied, Paige ends the Live.

Then she gets up.

She’s not letting me hide out this time.

⸻

I don’t hear Paige coming.

I’m too comfortable, curled up with Carol under the blanket, half-watching the episode. Azzi is still at her desk, finishing up her exam, completely unbothered.

Then the door swings open.

Carol and I both look up just in time to see Paige stepping inside with a determined expression.

Before I can react, she’s at the bed, reaching down and—

“Paige—what the—”

She lifts me. Bridal style.

I yelp, grabbing onto her instinctively. “Girl, put me down!”

She ignores me, turning back toward the door. “Nope. You’re coming with me.”

Carol snickers. “Damn, guess our throuple honeymoon phase is over.”

Azzi, without looking up, mutters, “Justice for our wife, Y/N.”

Paige ignores them, carrying me effortlessly down the hall.

Carol calls out when Paige and I are half way to her room, “The scissor sisters will avenge you, we promise.”

I squirm, but she tightens her hold. “Relax, babe. I got you.”

“You could’ve just asked me to come back.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t like waking up alone last time. So I just stole you, simple.”

I stop squirming at that.

Paige sighs, adjusting her grip. “I don’t care if you need space, but you don’t have to run away every time. Just tell me, and I’ll chill out.”

I glance up at her, feeling a little guilty. “I didn’t want to ruin your fun.”

Paige scoffs, finally stepping into her room. “Babe, I’d rather you tell me than disappear.”

She sets me down gently on her bed before climbing in beside me.

I let out a small sigh, settling into her warmth. “I’m sorry.”

She shakes her head, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Just talk to me next time.”

I nod, snuggling closer.

KK walks past the open door, peeking in with a smirk. “Damn, you really kidnapped her.”

Paige flips her off. “Mind your business.”

I laugh, finally feeling at ease.

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                 -Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[sammie217]

Beneath the Quiet

HIII my beautiful people

tbh this is a sweet and heartwarming fic

have fun reading 💕

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It was a crisp autumn evening when Y/N found herself walking through the quiet streets of her neighborhood. She had just finished a long day of work and was heading home, ready to unwind with a book and a warm cup of tea. The sun had just set, and the air had a chill to it that made her pull her scarf tighter around her neck.

She was lost in her thoughts when she heard the sound of a ball bouncing against the pavement. Curious, she turned to look and saw a group of people playing basketball at the local park. They were laughing and shouting, clearly enjoying their game.

But it wasn’t the game that caught her attention—it was him.

Niki was standing by the side of the court, holding the basketball in his hands. He was tall, with messy dark hair and a laid-back style that made him look effortlessly cool. He was wearing a simple hoodie and joggers, but there was something about the way he carried himself that made him stand out.

Y/N tried not to stare, but she couldn’t help it. He had a certain charm that was hard to ignore.

She turned her head quickly, hoping he hadn’t noticed her, but as she kept walking, she felt a presence behind her. She glanced over her shoulder and found Niki walking in her direction, his long strides easily catching up to her.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt," he said, his voice friendly and easygoing. "But I saw you walking, and I was wondering if you’re new around here? I don’t usually see you around."

Y/N blinked in surprise. “Oh, uh, no, I’ve lived here for a while now. Just… been keeping to myself lately,” she admitted, slightly embarrassed by how awkward she sounded.

Niki smiled, his eyes crinkling in the corners. “I get that. Sometimes, it’s nice to just enjoy the peace and quiet. But hey, if you ever want to join us for a game, feel free to drop by.”

Y/N hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Maybe one day."

There was a brief silence between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Niki seemed to have a way of making everything feel easy.

“So, what brings you out here tonight?” he asked casually.

“I was just heading home from work,” she explained. “And you? What about you and your friends?”

“We’re just shooting some hoops,” Niki replied, shrugging. “Nothing too serious. We do it every few days just to unwind.”

Y/N nodded. “Sounds fun.”

He smiled again, his gaze softening. “Yeah, it’s a good way to break up the routine. Anyway, I won’t keep you. I just thought it’d be nice to introduce myself. I’m Niki, by the way.”

“I’m Y/N,” she replied with a warm smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”

They stood there for a moment, exchanging small glances. Despite the initial awkwardness, something about Niki’s easygoing personality made her feel at ease.

“Well, I’ll let you get going, Y/N. But it was nice meeting you,” he said. “And like I said, if you ever feel like joining, you know where to find us.”

Y/N smiled. “Thanks. Maybe I will, someday.”

As Niki turned to walk back toward his friends, Y/N felt a strange sense of excitement in her chest. It wasn’t often that she had conversations with strangers, let alone someone as easy to talk to as Niki.

The next few days, she couldn’t shake the memory of their brief exchange. She thought about it more than she probably should have, wondering if she would ever run into him again. But she didn’t want to get her hopes up. After all, it had just been a casual chat.

A week later, as she was heading back home from the grocery store, she spotted Niki again—this time sitting on a bench near the park with a book in his hands. He looked up and noticed her, and without missing a beat, he waved at her.

“Hey, Y/N!” he called out. “What’s up?”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the friendly greeting. “Not much. Just finishing some errands.”

Niki stood up, stretching his arms as he made his way over to her. “I was just enjoying some peace and quiet. You should join me. It’s nice to sit and just… do nothing for a change.”

Y/N thought for a moment. She hadn’t expected to run into him so soon, but there was something about his casual invitation that felt warm and welcoming.

“Alright,” she agreed, “I’ll join you for a bit.”

And just like that, their unexpected encounter turned into something more. Over time, Y/N and Niki found themselves meeting more often, whether for short chats in the park, grabbing a coffee, or even sharing a quiet evening stroll through the neighborhood.

What started as a chance meeting blossomed into a meaningful friendship, and who knew where it could go from there?

Maybe, just maybe, it was the beginning of something more than either of them had expected.

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The End

[tetzoro]

hiya friendz !! happy monday lovelies !! i’m buzzing in to wish you all the best week ahead and giving you guys big big hugs !! i will be on a hiatus for a little while. see you soon 🤍 take care of yourselves & each other ! ✨

[gtliveoutofcontext]

I can’t edit for SH*T so I’m begging someone to make a “they both reach for the gun edit” of Matpat and the new hosts/ash and the ‘Gun’ is the channels. Idc if it doesn’t really make sense, it’s been in my mind whenever I hear the sound but I’m terrible at editing😭

[seventh-district]

so uh. that 2.2 Special Program, huh

[rawbin-hsr]

Jesus Christ bro just received the most aggressive ask in my inbox confronting me about how I write Aventurine and demanding proof for why I interpret him the way I do 😭😭 I’m not good at making straight up analytical content but ig I’m gonna have to try to do it so I can support my own ideas because ig it’s not fair of me to say things about him without backing myself up. I wouldn’t mind if they hadn’t been so hostile like pls I like to think I’m pretty reasonable you don’t need to yell at me 😞

[cas---2y5]

I am once again neglecting my physical and mental health to finish an ambitious project on an impossible timeline I’m sore and exhausted and dehydrated and either overeating or not eating at all. be normal about my hobbies challenge failed immediately

[floral-hex]

ayyyyyyy I set up an appointment for medication this Friday (telemedicine but whatever) and I get to see my former therapist again later this month. I’m kind of excited. More than kind of. Little sad, but I’m lonely and want to talk to someone. He’s a real cool dude. I’m a little worried to trauma dump the last 6 months on him, but whatever, it beats sitting there for an hour feeling like I’m wasting his time and struggling to think of things to say. dang dang dang, I’m excited.

[tonariofjananda]

What’s she listening to?

WIP, prolly gonna line and color this in later but I like how this looks so far c:

[void-tiger]

Well…if there’s one (1) good thing about having a crush, it’s that when I’m (for the moment anyway) not worrying about the other person’s boundaries and terror about whether I’ve stomped on them or not + my own frustration at how slow things are to just communicate verbally and directly instead of constantly dancing around nonverbal reads (that are two-way, I suppose but still no substitute, can still mean just about anything)…

…yeah. I do let myself be selfish. Acknowledge what I want instead of burying it so deeply away from my consciousness to not “take up space” I suppose. Finally give myself some damn permission to fall in love with another person “despite” being ace, and “despite” being chronically ill and struggling with my mental health.

And what is it I want?

To feel cared for. Cherished. By someone here. To wake up and have someone greet me with a gentle embrace mindful of the constant chronic pain especially in the mornings to not accidentally pinch things, but not treating me like glass, either. To be given autonomy instead of having it taken away—to do things together, FUN things, without being made to feel guilty about that “taking away” spoons from chores or “well why won’t you just work a job then!” but also respecting my need to rest periodically or take a longer rest after the fact.

To feel heard. To trust that there’s love enough for us to disagree and feel angry and frustrated and sad around eachother and with eachother without judgement, without the risk that things are forever one disagreement or misunderstanding away from falling apart completely or worse.

And please tease me. Teasing is a love language just as much as communication and encouragement and acts of service and finally being held. It’s verbal play, and I trust you to not bully me.

And…I’ve shown as much as I can, I think. I know you’re trying to mirror at least some of it. And I think I’m reading you correctly, but I wish I understood why you seem so terrified to talk directly to me.

[urbanfiltered]

i cannot stop talking huh

[cleocatrablossy]

Absbevejishevebsb

Fucking great. Staying in California for summer might now be fucking up my holidays. Because I only get to see some of my cousins during the break that I’m in California and now my stepmom wants me in Texas for part of that break. Because I can see them “any time”. I see them once a fucking year. I can only really ever see them once a fucking year, the only exception ever was for my uncles birthday when we all went to Vegas. Otherwise, it’s once a year. And I can “always come back” to Texas if my summer plans don’t work out, LIKE FUCK THAT. The summer plans are: ‘stay in California and hang out with friends and my mom and just not be homesick for once. Also as a bonus maybe pull off getting a job. And go down to the boardwalk and hike’. THERE IS NO WORLD WHERE THE KEY PARTS OF THIS WON’T WORK OUT. But I keep only citing getting a job, and a volunteer opportunity, and summer classes to get ahead a bit as my reasons for staying. Maybe I should just stop sparing their feelings and say I just want to stay in California, because that’s where my whole fucking life is. And despite their best efforts, Texas is not my home and I don’t like being here. I’m only not having a breakdown because with enough hiding in my room and going on hikes I can convince myself it’s sort of like back home. And I can spend enough time on the swing that my brain just stops long enough that it’s not hitting fully.

At least I only have 1 more full day of this. Then on Sunday I’m catching a plane right back home. And today I’m joining a call with me friends to finally finish our D&D campaign, but it’s not going to be the same because it’s going to be over a call and we’re going to have to mind my 6 year old brother.

Holy fucking shit. Someone should have warned me that the custody issues would be the worst part of having divorced parents, maybe I would have been able to convince them not to move. Maybe that would have made it worse

[baltimorebullets]

[exopelagic]

i can’t believe i managed to get fucking mono and didn’t even get it by doing anything fun

[selfconsumerofmywoes]

won some money last week so splashed out on my food shop - it’s actually so nice to be able to sit and pick what i want to make rather than just scraping together whatever meal i can with what foods left in my fridge

[andwewerehappy]

me, walking quickly by a reflective surface: I look hot today

me, stopping to look in a mirror only to be greeted by puffy eyes, bumpy hips, and visible love handles: you sure about that one champ 👀