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makethemhoesmad · 7 months ago
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dancing with our hands tied-prologue
paige bueckers x influencer!oc
paige has a “celebrity” crush on influencer brooke johns. when she gets brave and decides to dm her, she learns that not only does she attend uconn, she’s quite the fan of paige.
brooke has a mild obsession with paige bueckers, uconn basketball star. when paige starts commenting on her posts, and dming her, brooke realizes her feelings might be mutual.
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fan1: omfg loml
fan5: guys she’s too pretty i cant
taniya.harri: peaches in that last slideđŸ«Ą
>brookee.johnsđŸŒ·: i made him poseđŸ€—
fan3: the spine tattoo
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patscorner · 7 months ago
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PAIGE BUECKERS
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》[ONESHOTS]《
End Game
Summary: You and Paige celebrate your two year anniversary.
Always and Forever
Summary: You and Paige hate each other, or that's what you have everyone else thinking.
Just A Week Ago
Summary: Paige grapples with death.
Love, Paige
Summary: A letter to you.
>[HEADCANNONS]<
Opposites Attract
Summary: Paige x Opposite!reader
☆[SERIES]☆
Through The Lense
Ace of Hearts
~[UPCOMING WORKS]~
Mid Court
Six Degrees of Separation Teaser
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heart4caitlin · 2 months ago
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THE PERFECT GIRL / paige bueckers
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ghostface!paige x fem!reader headcanons!!
cw: blood mention, killing mention, manipulative paige, overstim, lowkey whiney but dom paige, basically no dialogue yay!!
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yall met either in elementary or middle school. some random girl was being rude to you and of course paige wanted to stand up for you. and ever since the yall have been best friends
definitely the type to quiet literally go insane once boys or girls start to look at you with interest. she is declining all their offers to you and you're always get upset about it, and she'll always reassure you, "oh come on.. you know i know what's best, y/n."
when you got your first girlfriend, she was livid. always looking at her a certain way, always had something smart to say back to her, anytime you would bring her up she would say something mean about her. she was so much better than your girlfriend so why weren't you dating her?
and when one week your girlfriend just disappeared and you were heartbroken, who was there for you? paige of course. she stayed at your house 24/7 comforting you. would go pick up whatever you wanted and made sure you were alright. while she's holding you in bed she can't help but think back to your girlfriends screams as she tortured her, her crying and begging to be let go because why would y/n's best friend hurt her? anyways
and another week later when her body was found, you were disgusted. who in their right mind would brutally kill someone like that? and paige was there for every moment of it. still holding you while you cried over that worthless girl.
for the rest of high school you never had another girlfriend, too scared of losing that one as well. paige didn't mind at all, maybe just a little bit because she wanted to kill them but....
she was never scared to stand up for you either, especially at parties when guys just would not catch the fucking hint to back off of what's hers. his body was also found two days later, multiple stab wounds covering his body.
when it was time for the both of you to graduate, she followed you to uconn. making sure that both of you could be roommates!! and you were so happy to have your best friend with you there. only problem was her jealous issues got way worse.
since you were an adult now, you were going out more with friends, dressing up in dresses what fit you so well that paige couldn't help but stay home that night and just think of you while touching herself, whining out your name while she cums
goes right back to being normal with you afterwards!! always the one to pick you up while youre drunk out of your mind. making sure you're buckled up in the car, has a cover in the car to cover you up with, if you're hungry she'll always stop somewhere for you
but you start to get real concerned when anyone who asks you out just starts showing up dead? you don't think it's paige at all, you don't catch onto it at first
you go to every single one of her basketball games, being the loudest in the crowd. she's always looking over to you to make sure you're watching her. her favorite is after the game and you run up to her in the court. her wrapping her arms around you, both of you laughing and smiling. she can't help herself but lean down and press her lips to yours, the both of you surprised
after that game she takes you on so many dates, wanting you to see how well she can treat you. she's buying you any and everything you have ever wanted
she hasn't killed anyone in a while, stopped for a couple months once the two of you started dating
that changes once you became friends with a certain group of people. them influencing you to do whatever, one of them being extremely touchy and flirty with you. but you don't pay attention to them, you're head over heels for paige you don't even realize they are flirting with you
andddd they show up dead as well... this murder being the worse one they've seen so far. you don't think anything of it until you you're cleaning yalls dorm/apartment and you find a bag in the room. opening it you see a ghostface mask and knives which are covered in blood
you'd been frozen for over a minute now, not even realizing the paige was walked into the room. you're full of every emotion, you don't know whether to be disgusted, angry, or what
argument breaks out between the two of you, you're yelling at her and accusing her of killing all of your friends. argument ends with paige pushing you against the wall and pressing her mouth against yours, can't help herself but grind herself against you
she's just so whiney while kissing you and trying to speak to you, telling lies about "nonono, i would never do that, you have to believe me, baby.."
ends up with her hands in your shorts, thrusting her fingers deep inside you as you whine for more. you're gone so fast once her thumb finds your clit, rubbing quick circles against it. she can't help but tease you on how "you're such a slut, cumming on my hands knowing that I killed all your friends? your ex girlfriend? just know i'm better than them, hm?"
her movement doesn't stop either as you whine, staring up at her with tears streaming down your face, from the pleasure? or from knowing she killed all those people? you have no idea
her thumb stays rubbing against your clit that you can't help but cum again and again because of her. after your third orgasm she slaps your cunt just slightly before pulling her hand out of your messy shorts.
"can give me more, can't you? waited so long to get you. had to watch people try so hard for you just for them to end up bleeding to death because of me," she's rambling now as she pulls your shorts down, your cum sticking all over your thighs which makes her laugh. "soaking wet as i'm talking about killing them? 's pathetic, y/n." just muttering to herself like she can't stop
forcing you onto the bed as she falls between your thighs, her tongue pushing deep inside you as you cry and try to pull away from the pleasure. she's pulling you back every time, her arms holding you down as you moan for her to stop and slow down. you feel terrible knowing that you're about to cum on her mouth knowing that she killed all those people.. but you just can't help it, she's so hot and just so good at eating you out
eventually you're begging for her cock, random babbles just coming from you as you plead her for more and how "i won't tell anyone, paige!! p-please just want y-you so bad," you're hiccuping and slurring your words slightly from how intense you're orgasms feel
lowkey got carried away with this but i also imagine you either joining her or leaving her... of course joining her would make her extremely happy but leaving?? she's tracking you down and she will find you
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taglist for those who commented on the post!! @cosmopretty @martinsgirl @elliecoochieeater @melpthatsme @sweetluna20 @st4rrzynight !!!
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writingbuckets · 2 months ago
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paige bueckers x influencer!reader
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a/n: here's part 1 to my influencer!reader fic based on the poll i posted a few days ago. i took a few days to write out the first few parts to this storyline, so i shall see yall in a few days <3
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Sitting in the studio, you shuffle through the day's notes as you wait for Taylor, your partner and co-host, to get ready. You glance around at the familiar setup: soundproof walls, the big red “ON AIR” sign, and Taylor’s mic with her distinctive bright blue pop filter across from you. The Hot Take has come a long way since you and Taylor first started recording episodes in a makeshift studio in your apartment.
Finally, Taylor takes her seat, grinning like she’s got a secret. You recognize that glint in her eye; it’s the same look she gives you right before she drops a bombshell on air. You chuckle, half expecting her to share some wild celebrity tidbit or throw in an off-the-cuff comment that’ll leave fans buzzing.
“All right, ready to kick things off?” she asks, sliding her headphones on. You nod, pressing record, and the familiar flow of the episode begins.
The conversation starts with your typical lineup of the week’s big pop culture and sports events. You trade opinions on a recent basketball draft, discuss an unexpected celebrity breakup, and riff on a few new album releases. Fans love the way you and Taylor can pivot from debating sports stats to analyzing the latest music trends—all with a laid-back vibe that feels like a natural conversation between friends.
As you move toward wrapping up, Taylor flashes you a mischievous smile, one that promises she’s about to shake things up. Before you can question her, she clears her throat, leaning close to the mic with a conspiratorial whisper.
“So, Y/N, we always promise full transparency on this show, right?”
You nod, slightly suspicious but playing along. “Right...”
She grins, eyes sparkling. “Well, I feel like it’s time I share something personal—a bit of a confession, if you will.”
You raise an eyebrow, curious. “Oh, really? Do tell.”
“It’s about my celebrity crush,” she declares, and you feel your eyebrows shoot up. Celebrity crush? That’s
random. But Taylor’s got that devilish glint, so you know she’s leading somewhere.
“Oh, please, Taylor,” you say, laughing. “Are you seriously bringing up your celebrity crush right now?”
“Of course! It’s relevant to sports, I promise.” She laughs, her voice dipping into an almost-reverent tone. “Because it’s Paige Bueckers.”
There’s a beat where you try to process that. Paige Bueckers—a name practically synonymous with college basketball greatness, a player with such raw talent and drive that her highlight reels are legend. Of course, Paige has the kind of skill and flair on the court that would make her anyone’s “celebrity crush.”
Without thinking, you roll your eyes and let out a laugh. “Oh, Paige Bueckers? Come on, Tay. Isn’t she a bitïżœïżœoverrated?”
The words escape before you have time to reconsider, and you catch Taylor’s jaw dropping in mock horror, her hand flying to her mouth. Her eyes go wide, as if you’ve just blasphemed on live radio.
“Overrated?” she exclaims, her voice full of exaggerated shock. “Y/N, you’ve officially crossed into hot-take territory. Are you serious?”
You shrug, leaning back in your chair as you play it off. “I mean, yeah, she’s good. She’s really good. But let’s be real—people act like she’s already the GOAT, and she’s, what, twenty-three? I think she’s talented, sure, but maybe the hype’s a little
excessive?”
Taylor shakes her head, laughing as she turns back to the camera, knowing your listeners will eat this up. “Listeners, you heard it here first—Y/N thinks Paige Bueckers is overrated. Prepare for the inevitable Twitter meltdown!”
You chuckle, figuring it’s all in good fun. You and Taylor are known for your candid takes; it’s what fans love most about the show. This will be just another talking point, something people can debate online. You wrap up the episode, signing off with your usual mix of humor and playful barbs, and end the recording.
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A few hours later, you’re back at home, scrolling through Twitter out of habit. Normally, after an episode drops, fans will post funny clips or start discussions around your and Taylor’s latest takes. You expect some buzz, but this? The reaction is way bigger than usual.
Your notifications are packed with tags, mentions, and—oh. There it is. A clip of your “overrated” comment has already gone viral. One account with a sizable following has posted it, captioning, “Did Y/N just call Paige Bueckers overrated?!” The clip has already racked up thousands of likes and retweets, with fans both defending and attacking your opinion.
Curious, you start scrolling through the replies. A lot of fans are indignant, passionately defending Paige’s talent and listing her stats, achievements, and highlights as if you’ve personally insulted them.
“Overrated? Y/N clearly hasn’t seen a game.” “She’s one of the best of her generation—how can you not see that?” “Bet Y/N wouldn’t last five minutes trying to guard her.”
But there’s also a crowd that’s rallying behind your comment. Some fans are laughing, glad to hear someone finally say what they’d been thinking. “Finally, someone not drinking the Kool-Aid,” one user writes. Another adds, “She’s great, but let’s not pretend like there aren’t other amazing players out there.”
The debate is heated, and the takes are piling up faster than you can read them all. A quick glance at Twitter’s trending page reveals that your name and Paige Bueckers are both climbing the ranks.
You sigh, amused but slightly annoyed. It’s one thing to have fans debating, but Twitter is practically ablaze, turning what you thought was a lighthearted comment into a viral controversy.
By the next morning, things have escalated even further. As you sip your coffee, you notice that your notifications have doubled overnight. And this time, it’s not just random fans. Paige’s teammates are chiming in too.
Azzi Fudd has posted a clip of Paige landing a flawless three-pointer, captioned, “@Y/N, this looks overrated to you?” Jana’s added her two cents with a subtweet: “We all have opinions, I guess. Can’t wait for the next episode.” And KK has dropped a classic response: “Hot takes are like free throws—not everyone hits.”
Each comment comes with thousands of likes and retweets, adding fuel to an already blazing fire. You find yourself chuckling, impressed despite yourself. They’re all coming to Paige’s defense with such witty precision that it’s hard not to admire the loyalty.
Yet, you also feel a prickle of defensiveness. Sure, Paige is good—great, even—but does that mean everyone has to agree that she’s the best thing in sports right now? You pride yourself on being honest and not falling for the hype, but as you scroll through the seemingly endless tweets, part of you wonders if you went too far.
Taylor texts you with a stream of laughing emojis. “Looks like you got the basketball world up in arms. Congratulations!”
You text her back, trying to stay cool. “All in a day’s work, right? Who knew Paige Bueckers had such a dedicated fanbase?”
“Did you really think people would let you get away with that one?” she teases, sending a gif of a player shrugging. “I think you just made Twitter history.”
You laugh, trying to play it off, but as the morning wears on, you can’t stop refreshing the timeline. More comments flood in from basketball fans, analysts, and even a few pro athletes. It’s spiraled into something you never intended—an opinion piece turned viral moment.
That night, you’re lying in bed, scrolling through the remnants of the day’s chaos when a new notification catches your eye. It’s a message request, from someone with a verified blue check. Your heart skips a beat as you read the name.
Paige Bueckers.
You hesitate, not sure what to expect. You’ve been in the public eye long enough to know that some people thrive off the chance to “clap back,” and you half expect Paige to lay into you.
You click to open the message, bracing yourself, but what you read is the last thing you anticipated. The message is short, her tone direct but surprisingly playful: “Overrated, huh? Bold opinion. Care to explain?”
For a moment, you just stare, processing the fact that Paige Bueckers herself has taken notice of your podcast—and your opinion. There’s something oddly thrilling about the attention, and you can’t help but wonder what this conversation might lead to.
With a smirk, you hover over the reply button. You know that a response could pull you further into this whole debate, maybe even turn the interaction into something bigger than a passing Twitter controversy. But there’s a thrill in it—this was Paige Bueckers, after all. The fact that she’d reached out, even playfully, meant you’d gotten her attention. For someone so used to being idolized and hyped up, maybe your perspective had struck a nerve.
Do I play it cool? Double down?
A few clever responses run through your mind, each one more sarcastic than the last, but you decide to keep it simple and direct. After all, Paige’s message had a vibe—she wasn’t attacking you. She was
what? Curious? Challenging you? Either way, it felt like an invitation, and you weren’t about to back down.
“Guess I’m just not a fan of hype,” you type, keeping it short but loaded. You hit send before you can second-guess it.
Not even a minute later, a new notification pops up.
“Fair enough,” she replies. “But if you think it’s all hype, maybe you’ve been watching the wrong games.”
You stare at her reply, feeling a flicker of competitiveness spark to life. She was biting back, not with hostility but with confidence—clearly ready to defend herself without missing a beat. Part of you is annoyed, but a bigger part admires the quick comeback.
So you respond again, more playful this time. “Guess I’ll have to tune in to one of your good games, then.”
A couple of seconds pass, then another message from Paige appears, this one laced with a challenge: “Tell you what—how about courtside seats to the next game? See if you still think I’m overrated.”
For a moment, you’re caught off guard. Was she
inviting you? To her game? This was turning into something more than just a Twitter exchange. The idea of seeing her play up close, watching her skill in real-time, fills you with a mix of intrigue and resistance.
You sit with her offer, fingers poised above the keyboard. Every instinct is telling you to throw a snarky response back, but curiosity gets the better of you. Before you realize it, you’re typing, accepting her offer with a short, “I’ll be there.”
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cosmopretty · 5 months ago
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Drunk In Love
Paige Bueckers x Fem smut
Synopsis: You’ve known Paige since you started going to UConn, her taking you under her wing. She’s always had a thing for you, and she finnally built up the courage to do what she’s always wanted to do.
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Chilling on Azzi’s bed, the both of you laying down watching some TV show together relaxing. Azzi looks at you and nudges you with her arm “So any new boys or girls?” she not so suspiciously asks you, due to Paige’s request. Poor Azzi had to listen to Paige talk about you all day long, and she was sick of it so she put together a plan to get you both together.
“No Azzi you would be the first person I would tell if someone asked me out” You tell her looking away from the screen to look back at her. You squint your eyes at her “Wait what do you know?” you ask her smiling shaking her shoulders. Azzi gets up “Nothing I know nothing but the team is going out tonight and you’re coming” she states while looking through her closet to find an outfit to wear.
It’s not that you didn’t want to go out tonight it’s just harder for you to pretend you didn’t fall for your friend, Paige when you were under the influence. Azzi snaps you out of your thoughts “Which pants? These or those? With this top” she asks holding up two pairs of jeans and a crop top. You get up and point at the dark blue wash jeans “Those will look cute now Ima go to my dorm and get ready. See you later Az” you wave to the girl while grabbing your stuff and walking out the door. While you leave you hear her yell behind you “WERE MEETING AT PAIGES AT TEN”
After you’re done getting ready, in a short black denim jean skirt with a tight long tube top that showed off your belly button piercing. Not wanting to put on a lot of makeup only having mascara and gloss on. Sliding on a pair of black kitten heels you walk out of your dorm down the hall just too see all the girls down the hall. You jog up to them all “Sorry I’m late” you say sheepishly to everyone not to discreetly looking around for Paige.
Azzi looks you up and down “You look gorgeous boo” she says causing Paige to turn around and look at you. She stops and stares at you before Azzi elbows her raising her brows at the girl before rolling her eyes and walking away. Paige looks down at you “You really do look beautiful you always do” she tells you grabbing your waist and leading you out the door with everyone else.
Today Paige promised herself she would actually tell you how she felt about you and show you. The both of you hop in the back of Ice’s car, you stuck in the middle of Paige and Nika. The blondes hand stays on your thigh the whole drive to the bar, her thumb moving back and forth on your inner thigh slightly.
Once you get to the bar, Paige opens the door for you again wrapping her arm around you. The both of you were always touchy with one another so you paid no mind to what she was doing to you, besides the butterflies that erupted in your stomach from the way she was holding you. Walking inside the bar you all find a table before going up to the bar with Nika and Azzi. Paige sits down with KK and Ice talking to Ice’s livestream.
The three of you at the bar order a round of shots, you holding it up and click them together “Cheers” you all at once before downing the shots. You shake your head at the sting of the liquor in your throat before Nika grabs you pulling you to the dance floor. The both of you play around the music dancing with one another.
Paige watches you both jealous that she wasn’t the one with her hands on your hips, your body on hers. She sips her drink slowly starting to feel the effects of alcohol in her veins. Azzi follows Paige’s eye line to see you dancing with Nika, Azzi slaps Paige’s shoulder “Jesus girl go get her before someone else does stop being a pussy Paige” Azzi tells her rolling her eyes.
“I’m not a pussy” Paige’s defends herself before finishing her drink and wiping her mouth. Azzi smirks “Oh yeah go prove it” she says knowing Paige’s competitive nature wouldn’t let her back down.
The blonde gets up walking to the dance floor before grabbing your arm pulling you into her chest. You look up at her through your lashes “Hi Paige” you smile confused on what she wanted. She licks her lip brushing your hair from your face “Hi” she whispers before grabbing your handing interlocking your fingers with hers leading you out of the bar confused.
You follow her lead intrigued on what she wanted right now. She looks at you before opening the door to Azzi’s car for you “Where are we going?” you ask Paige not wanting to get in just yet. She freezes and turns around “Back to my dorm we have to talk” she states helping you in the car before closing the door and getting into the drivers seat. She drives you both back to the dorm not saying a word to you only having her hand on your thigh.
Once getting inside the dorm you sit on her bed confused “Paige what’s got you so stressed?” you ask her watching as she paces back and forth in front of you. She stops at your words and walks in between your legs looking down at you. She bites her lip and before you can utter another work she kisses you her big hands gabbing both your cheeks. You gasp into the kiss giving her an invitation to slide her tongue with yours. She pushed you down on the bed, climbing on top of you not breaking the kiss in between you both.
Her lungs beg for air as she pulls away from your lips an embarrassing string of spit between you both. You look up at her breathing heavily “What was that for?” you ask her scared of what her next words may be. Paige looks up from your lips into your eyes her hand holding your cheek, rubbing your thumb “I like you baby isn’t that obvious?” she asks cocky. Your face gets hot as your blush “Really?” you ask quietly looking up at her.
Nodding her head Paige looks at your lips once more an idea coming to her head “Let me prove it to you” she states before kissing you once more her hands finding there way under your shirt rubbing your waist. Paige’s eyes twinkled and she pushed you back into the bed gently.
She sat on the bed and waited until you were comfortable before pulling your pants and panties off leaving bare before her.
“so pretty, mama, so pretty” she mumbled against your collarbone, slowly pulling down the straps of your shirt.
Her lips press to your jawline softly, leaving opened mouth kisses down your neck. She was going so slow to savior every part of this with you.
You whine when she starts sucking on the sweet spot on your neck. She pulls away and kisses the purple mark she left on you “I know baby I know”
She parted your legs running her finger between your folds. You whined again at the contact, no doubt you were dripping already. You watched her carefully leaning on your elbows watching as Paige moves back on the bed laying on her stomach her face right above your core. She blows on your clit causing your hips to jolt up “Come on P stop teasing please please-“
She silenced you with a hard brush against your clit and you moan so loud you swore the people outside could hear.
Paige swore under her breath at the feeling of your warm folds enveloping her fingertips, she never imagined how good this could possibly feel. She drew slow circles around your clit, eyes trained on your face to see your reactions.
Your core tightens and you grab Paige’s head making her look up at you “Please need more please” you beg her out of breath. She nods and moves her big hands to spread your thighs wider and she licks a stripe up your folds before one of her hands move down her two finger prodding at your hole. She looks up at you her big blue eyes staring into you, you nod at her and she slides her two fingers into you slowly.
You moan at the stretch inside of you Paige moves down and presses a soft kiss onto the puffy bud before wrapping her lips around your clit sucking slowly as her fingers move in and out of you. Your free hand moves up to hold onto the bed frame as your stomach tightens.
You moan as Paige shoves her fingers deeper inside you curling them slightly hitting your g spot. She bites your clit softly before pulling away and leaning up climbing on top of you. She grips your chin and pulling you into a kiss as her fingers move in and out of you speeding up.
Paige feels you squeezing around her fingers as she pulls away from your mouth. She kisses down your neck moving her mouth to your chest. Her mouth wraps around nipple sucking slightly while her other hand toys with the other one.
You moan breathlessly “gonna- fuck P” you make out not trusting your words any more. Paige pulls away from your chest and moves her hand back down to your clit.
"I know, honey. give it to me." she says, pinching your clit and quickening the speed of her hips. You groan her name, your clit becoming more sensitive the closer and closer you get to your high.
When your high comes you moan her name your legs twitching as Paige moves her fingers slower fucking you through your high.
“There you go baby good girl” she coos in your ear slowly pulling her fingers out of you. Your out of breath looking up at her as she smiles at you. Paige gets up going into the bathroom after kissing you and grabbing a wet cloth before coming back.
She cleans you up quietly before helping you sit up on her bed, she pulls one of her shirts onto your body before laying you back down moving next to you.
Your head rests on her chest and you focus on her heartbeat as her hand runs up and down your back. Paige kisses your head “That was amazing” she whispers as you move around so your chin lays on her chest so you can look at her.
“Yeah no one’s ever made me feel like that before Paige” you admit to her moving your hand to cup her cheek your thumb rubbing across her features. She looks into your eyes and smiles at you “Your mine now ma I’m not letting you go ever” she states to you.
You tilt your head at her “Oh I’m yours now?” you ask her moving up and planting a kiss on her cheek. She nods “Oh yeah all mine and I’m yours baby” she tells you pulling you down onto her lips giving you a passionate kiss showing all her love to you.
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ryywyd · 1 month ago
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Wnba!Paige bueckers x black!Oc
Nsfw smut w/ plot, they went to scissor city ïżŒ;) Author notes. This is my first time posting on tumblr #retiredwattpadgirly but my drafts are full so I’m finally posting. This might have two more parts (idk haven’t decided yet.) oh! And this ain’t proofread sorry
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The restaurant lights dimmed the room as the low chatter from the surrounding guess filed the rest of the space, in corner set Saida and Paige both low eyed looking at each other with nothing but lust.
The girl sitting in front of Paige had transformed entirely from the person she had known fours years prior. Her once bare skin was now adorned with black ink and piercings. The change did not bother Paige; in fact, it turned her on more than she expected.
The two had sent a year together at UConn becoming more than acquainted before Saida transferred to ucla, the two wasn't in a relationship but they had an understanding but Paige wanted more than that On the other hand, Saida, influenced by her strict religious upbringing, she couldn't bring herself to it, which led them ending things ,.
And Finally reconnecting with each other– bring them here now, after Paige spotted Saida sitting court side at one of her games. Pulling her back in making her realize why she wanted all of those years ago.
"I'm sorry, what was you saying ?" Paige spoke shaking her head, she had completely tuned out everything Saida had said, she was more focused on how the light hit Saida brown skin that made the black link pop out and how the swoop from her straighten hair fell in her face.
"I said it's nice we could do this." Saida repeated as her eyes fell onto Paige's lips. ' y'know with how i ended everything.. I'm sorry again.,
"You don't gotta' keep apologizing, I'm not holding it against you " She husked her voice low 'we good now.,
"So.. was that your girlfriend ?, Paige questioned changing the subject and breaking the uncomfortable silence between them  "at the game with you ?"
"Something like that?it's more of a situationship, I don't know It's complicated." Saida shrugged pushing her straw around, her eyes roaming over Paige.
"If you gotta' girlfriend..what you doing here with me" Paige tried to push down the jealousy that was starting to show.
Saida shook her head biting the corner of her lip motioning for Paige to lean in,lifting up from your seat meeting her halfway whispering into her ear ' because I want you so bad p;
"We can get this shit to go, you gotta prove it to me ma;
In the span of thirty minutes the two had already made it back to Saida apartment and they couldn't keep their hands off of each other particularly ripping each others clothes off. Stumbling into the room, four years away apart felt like a decade and they were feining  for each other.
Paige gripped her jaw making her mouth open slightly "Open." She demanded as she watched her open up her mouth some more sticking her tongue out
Her split dripped in Saida mouth before she pulled her in, sucking on her tongue "I'm bout' to fuck you so good." She mumbled against her as she moved lips back to hers. As she roughly pulled the skirt Saida wore down rubbing her through the thin lace.
" w-wait, I wanna eat you first." She whimpered out feeling her apply more pressure against her wet cunt, she hummed not hearing ignoring what she said.
"You wanna make me feel good?" Paige asked softly watching as her breaths got heavier as she rubbed between her wet slit "tell me how much you want me."
"Please." Saida plead, she was all over the place she didn't know if the pleads were for Paige to keep touching her or for Paige to let her taste her.
"Get on your knees."
Paige lift her bottom half of the bed, pulling her jeans down along with her boxers repositioning herself at the edge of the bed. Spreading her legs wider; crawling in between her legs kissing the inside of her thighs Paige buckled her hips moving her wet cunt closer.
"Don't tease." Paige breathe out gripping saida's cheeks moving her face into, latching her mouth onto Paige moan softly against the blonde.
"Fuck! You so nasty baby." Paige amused moving her hands into saida's hair pulling her closer than she already was grinding into her face.
Saida was restless more eager to get the blonde to come on her tongue than anything, the vibration from her moans sent Paige over the edge
"Come for me p; make a mess in my mouth." Pulling back enough for Paige to hear her. Her hand creep up sliding a finger into her leaking hole with ease. Attaching her mouth back onto her clit sucking as her fingers move
her fingers curled against the blonde g spot. Paige let out weak moan as her hand flew up gripping the back of her neck, nails digging into her skin as she arched her back.
"Don't stop" the girl panted as she tangled her free hand into the dark hair and tugged. Paige whimpered, feeling her slip back inside of her. She didn't even know that she had done that. It didn't matter though, because it felt amazing. She couldn't hold back, her high finally hitting her.
Saida grinned as she felt the girl's pussy clench around her fingers. Her cum flooded her mouth, her sweet taste making her moan.
"I'm boutta cum, fuck sai right there." Paige whimpered gripping the girl hair harder, moving her her closer holding her head down riding out her orgasm,
finally letting go letting the girl up for air pulling her up by her hair pulling her into a sloppy kiss. Paige tilt her head back Opening her mouth signaling for Saida to spit in her mouth "You gon' let me fuck you now ?"
Paige questioned pulling the girl onto her lap, roughly pulling the thin lace to side flipping them over' let me hear you baby,
"Fuck me please."
Paige shot up, straddling Saida right thigh then lifting her left leg up letting it rest on her broad shoulder. She rolled her hips forward, meeting the girl's sloppy cunt with her own. They both were so wet, arousal dripping onto both of their thighs.
You feel so fucking good, fuck." The younger girl groaned, her head falling back onto the mattress, mouth agape. Paige's hands ran over the girl's smooth legs, fingers dancing over the girl's pussy. Her thumb circled her clit, teasing it.
"Paige.." she breathed out, her hips thrusting up trying to meet the blonde touch.
"Look at that making a fuckin’ mess." Paige cooed her eyes focused on where her pussy gushes onto the girls moving her hips to get the perfect angle.
"D-don't stop baby please." Saida whimper as Paige spreader her legs wider with a strong grip on her thigh fucking herself into the bed making the headboard hit against the wall repeatedly.
Paige let out a groan grinding into the girl faster than she was before , this time the headboard bangs against the wall louder than it already was , covering the filthy sounds of your pussys wetness mixing together.
"oh fuck p- Paige Paige !" Saida frantically chant her name over and over her hands moving all over her before landing on her forearms and digging her nails into them.
"you like when I fuck you like this? Like it when my pussy makes a mess all over yours hm?" She breathlessly whispered, her hips stutter and her nails digging into the girl skin
Such a fuckin’ slut i'm gonna cum all over that pussy" she breathlessly whispers. her hips stutter and her hands grip your thighs harshly.
"Cum all over me baby " Saida whine, not breaking eye contact as her hips jerk forward as she desperately chased after her orgasm
"fuck, fuck, oh god-!" she gasps, eyes squeezing shut as she cums. A mixture of both of the girls hot strings of thick cum landed on Saida lower stomach, dripping down and onto both of their folds. it's all too much. Paige can feel her body tense against saida’s , her fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs.
Paige rolled off the girl, gently placing tender kisses along her shoulder and up to her jawline. She raised her hand to softly trace the love make she had left scattered around her neck.
“You can’t leave me ever again.”
Author note #2. I hope yall liked this fr, I gave up towards the end.
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sweetluna20 · 26 days ago
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Paige Bueckers x makeup influencer (kind of like James Charles) and they do makeup on Paige (maybe do a q&a too) or review Christmas advent calendars in a YouTube video
advent calendarÂ â€ïžđŸ’šâ€ïžđŸ’š
paige x reader
“HEYYY GUYSS!!! it’s me y/n and im here with my beautiful, amazing, talented girlfriend, the one ,the only PAIGEEEE BUECKERS!!”
“okay okay that’s enough” paige responds trying to calm both of you down. but that failed miserably causing you both to burst into laughter.
“anyways! today we’re going to open pr packages i’ve gotten from random companies. Oh! paige and i are going to do a Q&A so if anyone wants to ask some questions go for it!”
“just not too many.” paige adds, already seeing the comments flood in.
“okay the first package we have is from Laneige!” and the first question is for paige!” your voice caused paige’s ears to perk up.
“okay so the question is.. what is your favorite thing about me?”
you quickly look at paige and smiled before opening the package.
“umm.. i’d say my favorite thing about y/n is her personality and energy.” “on the internet she has an extroverted personality and a lot of energy, but i’m actuality she’s super shy and introverted. she has such a calm energy and a soothing voice. so i would say that’s my favorite thing about her.” paige stated with a smile with blush covering her cheeks.
you look down at the box, you have the brightest shade of pink on your face and the biggest smile.
“what’cha got there” paige asks looking over your shoulder.
“oh yes, so i have this really adorable laneige box filled with lip products. they have the cute lip balms and masks which are my favorite!” you try your best not to stutter, trying to ignore the warmth in your heart.
“aw you’re so cute” paige teases you
the comments flood in
“ooooo”
“y/n flustereddd”
“i feel so single rn 😭”
“paige come home the kids miss you”
you see that comment and your eye lit up.
“yea paige go home the kids miss you.” 
“people these days
 jeez” you say shaking your head at the camera .
“alright alright open your packages, since i have to go home to my kids” 
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by now you’ve opened 5 packages and paige has answered a couple of questions.
you reach for the next box.
your eyes bright up with joy and you have the biggest smile on your face.
“AHHH ITS AN ADVENT CALENDAR!!”
“i love these so much” you exclaimed
wait why?
“uh a comment is asking you why you love them” paige said trying to read it as fast as she could.
“omg yes! i love telling this story!”
“okay so this was back in 2021, paige and i were sophomores. at the time we’ve been going out together for around 3 months. so she took me to this really really nice restaurant in hartford. it was the end of november, like before we went on thanksgiving break. we both came with gifts, i got her a stuffed husky to bring on her trip to remember me.” you start giggling feeling your cheeks becoming more and more flustered.
“and um she got
 got me an advent calendar. since we would barely see each other for the month of decmeber, she said that each day i open is a little gift from her.”
“it was my favorite thing in the world. each day i would open it and i would call nika telling her the little surprise i got.”
“ever since then i love getting advent calendars because they remind me of paige.” you smiled looking at the calendar in your lap.
without saying anything paige gave you a big hug and kiss.
“i love you so much” she tells you, with hearts in her eyes.
“i love you too.” 
(not my best work, but it’s a new concept for me so i’m trying my best) thank you for the great request 💜
stylist★: @heart4caitlin, @yannasuniverse, @patscorner, @pbno5, @st4rrzynight, @mrsarnold
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sierrale8ne · 3 months ago
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40 DAYS AND 40 NIGHTS CHAPTER ONE
thought i’d be lying if i said ‘i didn’t want you to myself.’ when you look me in my eyes and, tell me that it’s mine, i

pairing wnba!paige bueckers x singer!oc
warnings maraye’s b*****end
May 2025 — New York City, New York
“5 minutes, Carter! You’re on in 10!” I hear my manager, Kaylee, speak from behind me. She didn’t even look up from her phone.
I’m seated backstage at The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon getting ready to go out on stage for my segment of the show. My ready room is packed. Heavy makeup cases and hair products sit on the vanity and nearby tables. My hair and makeup and stylist people moving in and out of the room to get me picture perfect.
“I’ll see you when you get off. Good luck out there, beautiful.” 
“Thank you.” I respond, feeling a soft pair of lips press against my cheek.
It’s my— I don’t even know what to call him— boyfriend, Julian. We’d been going out for a bit , no longer than around three months, but nothing had been made officially-official yet. His full head of curly brown hair tickles my eyebrow when he kisses me, bringing a flush to my already pinked cheeks. He walks out of the ready room, I assume to his seat out in the audience alongside my sister Casandra. 
My hand goes up to my cheek, up against where his lips left a sloppy mark against my makeup. My makeup artist, Tyler, swats my hand away before I can smudge what he just spent two hours working on. 
“He’s gonna ask you about him.” Kaylee’s voice cuts through the air.
“What?”
“Jimmy. He’s gonna ask you about Julian. Not directly, of course, but he’ll ask if you have a muse and blah blah blah.” Her work phone slips into the back pocket of her wind leg jeans. The click of the black heels on her feet grow louder as she approaches me. “Don’t answer, say you get inspired by a ton of things but not anyone in particular.”
My face twists up. “Why should I do that?”
Kaylee sighs. We’ve talked about this a multitude of times, and I can tell it irritates her more and more each time I pry. My career is based on sharing my most vulnerable and intimate moments with people all over the world. I didn’t mind sharing if someone had influenced my music or not.
“It keeps the interview focused on you and how amazing you’ve been so far this year. If you do that, it’s gonna be about your relationship. You don’t want that, I promise you.” Kaylee explains.
I nod understandably, but my mind thinks to the future conversation Julian and I are most likely going to have about me not claiming him publicly. A conversation we’ve had too many times for my liking, for only being a few months in.
Oh, and unofficial might I add.
The creak of the heavy white door opening pulls us out of our conversation. There’s a man in a white Polo and black slacks with a headset on. “Call time. Let’s get you out there, Maraye.” He speaks.
I nod, standing up from my seat. I quickly brush a hand over my hair, making sure that any flyaways from my jet black side part unit stay down where they should be. 
“Go get ‘em, Carter.” Kaylee encourages, rubbing my back softly and smiling her soft comforting smile.
—
“Fresh off of her first studio album release, please give a warm welcome to our next guest, Maraye!” 
The start of The Roots introduction music is my cue to walk out, and I do. The Amina Muaddi heels on my feet moving across the black stage. My dress is a nice maroon color, a sleeveless u-neck top that fits my body like a glove. 
I smile out to the live audience, waving my hand before taking a set on the blue-gray couch. The applause dies down and Jimmy looks over at me, the cover of my latest album, ‘f*** daisies' is propped up between his hands on the wood table.
“Thank you so much for having me!” I greet, crossing one of my legs over the other.
“No, thank you, for coming out! I wanna jump right into this,” he speaks. The camera pans to the album cover. “Because this album has taken the internet by storm in the last month that it’s been out.”
“Yeah. It’s been very surreal. I’ve had EP’s that have done great, but all the love on this album has been incredible.”
The audience breaks out into more cheers and applause and I feel my heart nearly triple in size.
To say my life had taken a complete 180° turn in the last five months would be an understatement. From spending last fall on tour with Kehlani, to getting my communications degree from the University of Southern California, and now the release of my album. I was truly blessed and grateful.
“What’s so impressive about all of this is that you’re only 22 years old, and you have three songs off this project that have spots on the billboard top 15.” Jimmy praises. “Out of those three—f*** daisies, SOS (Sex on Sight), and Unpredictable with your good friend Destin Conrad— which one would you say was your favorite to make?”
I take a deep breath, my eyebrows furrow with a look of thoughtfulness which makes the audience laugh.
“Probably SOS. To have Usher featured on that song was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. And I’m from Atlanta, so having an ATL legend on my first project was huge.” I answer.
“Did you, y'know, learn anything from him for future music?”
“The way he works with layering his vocals was unbelievable. I think that’s why SOS is one of my favorite works, the harmonies on that song are unreal and I give all credit to him.”
“Would you say that this song had a muse? I work for the people, so I have to ask.” Jimmy teases, and I force a smile. I could just hear Kaylee’s voice in the back of my head screaming I told you so.
I shift in my seat. My eyes bounced from him, to the man I had coined my boyfriend sitting in the audience. “I use a ton of experiences for inspiration in my music. Things that have happened to me but also to those around me.” I start.
From the corner of my eye I see Julian, the red button up that covers his shoulders and his gold cross chain keeps him in my view perfectly. He moves in his seat and I just know he’s uncomfortable, or angered, or something else that I can’t really bring myself to care about with all these cameras pointing at me right now.
“So I wouldn’t say it came from anyone in particular. I probably just had a little too much wine that night.” I joke, keeping the atmosphere lively and energetic.
Jimmy laughs and The Roots play some sort of jingle in the background, both of which make me release a breath I didn't know I had been holding. 
“Well we all can’t wait for more music from you Maraye. Everyone stay tuned, Maraye will be giving us a special performance of SOS when we come back from the break!”
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May 2025 — Los Angeles, California 
It’s later at night, 9pm when I finally take a seat on my living room couch. The recently rented apartment smelled like vanilla thanks to the candle Rickea decided to light while I was grabbing the pizza.
Why my teammate decided to surprise visit me when I could be resting for our season opener tomorrow night was beyond me. I thought it must be a little rookie hazing, messing me up for the first game, but I wouldn’t tell them that. 
Cameron was here too, a massage gun up near her still recovering knee. 
I scrolled mindlessly on my phone, listening partially to what Rickea was telling me about tomorrow’s plans. Some sitcom played on the tv, or a talk show. Again, I wasn’t very sure.
“Hey, I’m talking to you!” Rickea yelled. She dropped down on the couch, nudging me enough to drop my phone from my grasp. “Your first pro game is tomorrow! Can you act excited?”
“I am excited!” I shot back, playfully pushing her back off of me. “You’re just yelling in my ear right now, ‘Kea.”
“Ugh they grow up so fast.” Cameron speaks up. She wipes her eyes from fake unshed tears. I roll my eyes at them both. These cannot be my teammates.
“I’m older than you?”
“And yet, you’re a rookie and I’m not. Matter of fact, come massage my knee for me, rook.” 
I reach for the pillow closest to my right and throw it at her before she can even blink. Which she retaliates for by tossing one back at me.
“Okay enough! God, you guys are children.” Rickea interjects. Her hand reaches for the TV remote. “Tryna watch my friend on TV and y’all wanna act like fools.” 
“Do it at your place then! The fuck?”
Rickea pushes me towards the other end of the couch, and I huff and flop against it. Cam begins to laugh. I reach over for another pillow but she stops, raising her arms in defense.
The volume on the screen in front of me increases, but this time I play attention. Jimmy Fallon is on, and his introduction of whoever is the guest tonight cuts through the air. After a few seconds of silence that’s when I see it.
Suddenly I’ve never found a late night talk show so interesting.
“That’s yo’ friend?” I ask Rickea. And she squeals, like a schoolgirl, ignoring my question. “‘Kea?”
“Yeah, ‘Raye! Doesn’t she look so pretty?” She asks no one in particular. But I still find myself slyly nodding.
I listen intently to her voice, and how she sings the very sensual song beautifully. She was harmonizing with her background vocalists in a way that made my jaw drop. And suddenly, I’m pissed at myself for not only not having this song in my library, but also for knowing whose voice is mesmerizing me right now.
And even more than that, she’s stunning.
The lighting of the stage she sings on gives an illusion like she’s glowing. Or maybe she actually is. My eyes physically cannot leave the screen. She is in a maroon dress and just when I think I can’t be anymore enamored with the sight, the camera pans out to her entire body. 
I didn't even realize that her performance was over until a commercial cuts on. 
“Ain’t she just incredible.” Rickea cheeses at her friend like a proud mother. 
Cam agrees with her. “She’s running my playlist right now.”
“Paige?”
“Huh?”
“I said she’s good right? You like R&B, you should hop on the Maraye train.” Rickea teases and I think that she didn’t pick up on my obvious drooling for the last five minutes. “I promise not all her songs are freaky.”
I clear my throat, nodding at her. 
“No, yeah, she’s,” suddenly any possible descriptors that I could use at the moment are stuck in the back of my throat.
“She’s incredible.”
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wcbblife · 9 months ago
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Masterlist
-Kate Martin
Kate the morning after a game
Kate and beauty channel gf
Kate x soccer/influencer gf
Post win Kate hc
Winning looks sexy on you
NSFW hc
Eye contact with Kate
-Paige Bueckers
Paige x gymnast!reader
Post win Paige HC
HCs
Post loss Paige HC
Paige x Volleyball player!gf HCs
Steps and Swishes (Paige x professional dancer reader)
Cuddling with Paige HCs
PAIGE AS A MOM DRABBLES (& HCs)
Back to us
-Juju Watkins
HCs
Hurt Juju x fem!reader
Juju taking care of reader after bad game!
Here with you
Public relationship with Juju HCs
Secret/Private relationship with Juju HCs
Date night
Live Love
-Jada Williams
👀...
Pazzi
You & Me
Public love
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makethemhoesmad · 7 months ago
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first sight
dancing with our hands tied part one!
paige bueckers x reader
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brooke’s pov
“holy shit brooke,” taniya shouts from her room. 
“what,” i yell back. it’s a questionable method of communication, but it works for us. i hear her footsteps clambering towards my room, then my door bursts open and taniya, my five-foot-barely anything roomate flings herself onto my bed.
“paige FUCKING bueckers commented on your post and all you did was like it? i thought i taught you better than this, bee,” taniya says, shaking her head at me.
“well, it’s not like-“
“HOLD ON,” taniya cuts me off, “she liked this comment saying ‘the spine tattoo
my god’ brooklyn mae johns she’s fucking in love with you.”
i roll my eyes at taniya’s wild predictions, which aren’t new to our friendship. “first of all, my name isn’t even brooklyn, second of all, wait, check my phone, who’s that message from?”
taniya picks up my phone, reads something, then screams at the top of her lungs and chucks my phone at me.
Paige💕
Hey was just wondering what college you went to?
i stare blankly at the screen, starstruck. taniya nudges me, motioning at the phone to respond.
Brookee🐝
Uconn, like you. 
Paige💕
Oh shit really? I didn’t know you knew so much about me😏
“is she really tryna flirt with me IN MY DMS right now?” i say out loud. taniya giggles.
“no shit sherlock, that’s why she slid into your dms. tell her you like basketball or something!”
Brookee🐝
i mean, i like basketball and my dorm isn’t that far from gampel. the mcdonald’s like twenty minutes away is like ten times cooler tho.
“you sneaky shit,” taniya snickers.
Paige💕
Fr you should meet me there in like 30.
Brookee🐝 
No shit?
Paige💕
Yeah i’ll see ya then
i swipe out of instagram and start pacing around my room, opening drawers and holding things up to my body.
“bee, cool it. paige is about to show up in team travel gear, so your sweatpants and cute ass tank top are fine. put on some mascara or something if it’ll help you chill, but you’ll look great.” taniya is a little psychotic most of the time, but she’s calm as fuck in these situations.
i twist my hair up into a clip and climb into my car, palms sweaty. i don’t know why i agreed, this is so creepy and random.
Paige💕
i’m otw, u almost there?
Brookee🐝
yeah almost, ps don’t text and drive
Paige💕
hypocrite
Brookee🐝
😔
~
“hey brooke!” i hear a voice from behind the booth im sitting in, nursing a sprite and a small fry.
“hi paige,” i say, grinning. she smiles back, and slides into the other side of the booth, then reaches over and takes one of my fries.
“get your own,” i chide, while sliding the fries closer to her. “besides that, why’d you randomly want to know what college i go to?”
she shifts in her seat. as she opens her mouth, a waitress comes by with a happy meal. paige opens it up and dumps her fries into the other end of the nugget box. before she eats, i quickly snap a picture.
“you don’t mind if i post this? it’s kinda how im paying for my guilty pleasures.”
she nods, “yeah, tag me. anyway, i asked you about what college you went to because i thought i knew you from somewhere, but i just could not figure out what. also, you’re like, really pretty so i wanted to talk to you.”
she blushes at the last part, which makes my cheeks go a bit pink. 
“well, you’re not exactly bad looking yourself. when can i see you again, because it’s getting late and i want to see my bed,” i say. taniya would be proud of my straightforwardness.
“Well, i’ve got tickets to a Sun & Fever game for monday, and the person i was going with just bailed on me, so do you wanna come?” 
i blink at paige in shock. i’ve literally known her in person for maybe twenty five minutes and she’s already offering me things?
“i mean, im not doing anything, and the Sun’s arena isn’t that far, is it?” i ask, hoping to get any more information on whatever she’s proposing.
“yeah, it’s probably only like an hour with traffic, but i can pick you up and drive you home if you want? or we can get a hotel? i have a hotel, but i can cancel it if you wanna you home, i just didn’t want to drive again after the game because leaving would be hell.”
i nod, hoping it looks cool and confident and not utterly confused.
“yeah, we can keep the hotel, it’s okay.”
“aight, i’ll get you on monday around three.” 
paige walks me out to my car, and as i climb in, she grabs my hand and squeezes it. once i see that she’s gone, i call taniya.
“Bitch do i have so much to tell you.”
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patscorner · 4 months ago
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PATS RECLISTS
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Paige Bueckers Series - Oneshots
Azzi Fudd Series - Oneshots
Kate Martin Series - Oneshots
KK Arnold Series - Oneshots
Nika Muhl Series - Oneshots
Morgan Cheli Series - Oneshots
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hcsiqs · 5 months ago
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| ALLIE’S MASTERLIST ! đŸ–‡ïž
200 CELLY MASTERLIST
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| WNBA
: ̗̀➛ # 20 KATE MARTIN, golden state valkyries
˚ෆ rockin around the christmas tree
summary: after a long night of being at sofia’s parents’ christmas party, kate can’t wait to be back in their own home celebrating the holiday together.
˚ෆ bad idea, right?
summary: upcoming singer!reader is on live and kate appears in the background, causing all fans to go crazy
˚ෆ we really were timeless
summary: part two to bad idea, right? singer!reader and kate move to vegas together after kate is drafted by the aces. reader is on live giving a house tour with kate.
˚ෆ life’s better on saturn
summary: kate and reader travel together to go to an away game for the aces in minnesota.
˚ෆ we both still young
summary: kate martin with a girlfriend whose a dancer for university of iowa
˚ෆ wanna listen to the sound of you breathing
summary: kate cuddles with girlfriend!reader after an aces practice and practically crushes reader
˚ෆ i could be a good mother
summary: picking baby names with kate
˚ෆ my girl
summary: kate is super drunk and is shy around girlfriend!reader, because she forgets you two are together. but when it’s time to go home she realizes that reader is her girlfriend and gets starstruck.
˚ෆ i see kismet sinking in
summary: kate martin head cannons with a volleyball girlfriend
˚ෆ love me like a sailor
summary: kate unexpectedly shows up to andi’s house to see if there’s a future with her
˚ෆ the love club
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
: ̗̀➛ # 22 CAITLIN CLARK, indiana fever
á„«á­Ą the right side of my neck
summary: you and caitlin babysit your older sisters twin boys
á„«á­Ąlike a fever, like i’m burning alive
summary: you and caitlin dated in high school but after decided to go to a college hours away you break up. you two don’t see each other during college at all until and then she’s drafted by the indiana fever, which just happens to be where you’re a medical intern.
: ̗̀➛ # 1 NIKA MÜHL, seattle storm
☟ coming soon
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: ̗̀➛ # 5 PAIGE BUECKERS, university of connecticut
✩ slut!
summary: influencer!reader who gets called a bop and is slut shammed for no reason. paige comes to her side to comfort her and reassure her.
✩ i love you, i’m sorry
summary: inspired by gracie abrams song: i love you, i’m sorry
✩ she hold me down like gravity
summary: paige bueckers with uconn dancer girlfriend
✩ you could be my silver spring
summary: the first time paige sees you is when you sing the national anthem for opening night her sophomore year. then after getting a record deal and moving away she sees you performing for the wnba all star half time.
: ̗̀➛ # 2 KK ARNOLD, university of connecticut
đ–Šč pretty girl
summary: doing skin care with kk
đ–Šč hit me hard and soft series masterlist
summary: aurelia’s team decides that due to her love of women sports and how much attention she had brought to it last year during march madness, they want her to fake date KK arnold in order to keep the same momentum for this upcoming season.
đ–Šč begin again
summary: based on taylor swift’s begin again
: ̗̀➛ # 35 AZZI FUDD, university of connecticut
𐙚 coming soon
: ̗̀➛ # 25 ICE BRADY, university of connecticut
𖀓 coming soon
: ̗̀➛ # 23 MORGAN CHELI, university of connecticut
𓆾 now that you know me so well
summary: morgan has a crush on you but doesn’t know how to tell you, so every time she’s around you she’s internally freaking out
: ̗̀➛ # 3 GEORGIA AMOORE, university of kentucky
❉ coming soon
: ̗̀➛ # 8 JANA EL ALFY, university of connecticut
❀ coming soon
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writingbuckets · 2 months ago
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐹𝐭 đ­đšđ€đž: đ©đšđ«đ­ 𝐱𝐱
paige bueckers x influencer!reader
wc: 1.7k
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a/n: thanks so much for the kind messages on part 1! enjoy <3
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You can feel the energy in the arena even from the parking lot. Fans are buzzing, and you catch glimpses of them sporting jerseys and waving signs in support of Paige and her teammates. There’s a spark of excitement mixed with nerves in your stomach as you make your way to the courtside seats Paige promised.
You glance down at the ticket she sent you through DM with a wry smile. It’s a little surreal, actually being here. The back-and-forth messages with Paige left you curious and maybe a little too interested in seeing her play. Overrated, you’d said. Well, tonight she’d get the chance to prove you wrong.
As you settle into your seat, you text Taylor to let her know you’ve arrived. She’s responds in caps “EXCITED FOR YOU”, sending laughing emojis and a “TRY NOT TO FALL IN LOVE, Y/N.”
In the locker room, Paige’s teammates are already in pre-game mode, stretching and reviewing plays, but Azzi catches sight of Paige checking her phone for the third time in five minutes. She grins knowingly, nudging Jana beside her.
“Okay, what’s up with you?” Azzi asks Paige with a teasing tone. “You’ve got that look.”
Paige pretends not to know what she’s talking about, tucking her phone away with a smirk. “What look?”
“Don’t play coy. This is a new level of focus even for you,” Jana chimes in, eyeing her with mock seriousness. “It wouldn’t have anything to do with your biggest critic being courtside tonight, would it?”
Paige rolls her eyes but can’t hide the grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Just trying to make sure she gets her money’s worth,” she says with a shrug. “Not every day you get a ‘critique’ from someone who’s never even seen you play live.”
KK, who’s been stretching nearby, perks up, catching the last part of the conversation. “Wait, is this the podcaster?” She laughs, sitting up and pointing at Paige. “The one who called you overrated? Oh, this is too good.”
“Yeah, we’ve been talking a little,” Paige admits, trying to sound casual but clearly enjoying the reaction from her friends.
Morgan snickers. “Talking, huh? I don’t think she meant that comment as an invitation, Paige.”
Paige gives a mock glare. “Please. She’s practically begging to be impressed.”
Aubrey chuckles, crossing her arms. “Just don’t get too distracted out there, superstar. She might be here to see you crash and burn.”
Paige laughs and waves them off, but there’s an undeniable confidence in her tone. “Oh, trust me. She’s not ready for what she’s about to see.”
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You watch the team make their entrance, the crowd roaring as each player is introduced. When Paige is called, the noise is almost deafening, and you find yourself instinctively clapping along, even as you try to stay cool.
Finally, the game starts. Within moments, it’s clear why Paige has all the attention. She commands the court with ease, weaving around defenders with a blend of grace and intensity that makes it hard to look away. Every shot, every pass—it’s like she’s putting on a show, and with each move, she glances your way, her gaze almost daring you to look impressed.
You catch her eye after she lands a particularly smooth three-pointer, and she gives a slight smirk, as if to say, Not bad, huh?
You raise an eyebrow, mouthing back, “Still not impressed.”
In response, she grins and picks up her pace, dominating every play with a flair that seems designed to taunt you. The more you watch, the more you find yourself pulled into the game, barely noticing the time passing. But every so often, her eyes find yours, and it’s like the entire arena fades away for just a moment.
The final buzzer sounds, and Paige’s team wins by a comfortable margin. As the players cool down and talk to the press, she sends a quick look in your direction, clearly reveling in her victory. She approaches the sidelines, her teammates trailing behind and giving her little nudges and knowing looks.
Azzi shoots you a cheeky grin as she passes. “Hey, thanks for coming. Glad Paige had her own personal cheerleader tonight.”
Jana adds with a laugh, “More like underrated, huh?”
Before you can respond, Paige strides up, wiping sweat from her brow and grinning with that signature self-assurance.
“So?” she says, folding her arms and looking at you expectantly. “Any thoughts from my favorite hater?”
You keep your expression neutral, even as your pulse quickens under her direct gaze. “Not bad. You almost looked like you knew what you were doing out there.”
She laughs, shaking her head. “Almost? That’s high praise coming from you.”
You shrug, tilting your head thoughtfully. “Guess I’ll have to watch a few more games to make sure it wasn’t a fluke.”
Her eyes light up at that. “Oh, so you’re coming back?”
“Only if you keep up that level of play,” you reply, not missing a beat. “I’d hate to waste my time.”
Her teammates are still hovering nearby, soaking up the banter with matching grins.
KK gives Paige a nudge. “Careful, Bueckers. I think she’s starting to like you.”
“Wouldn’t be the first,” Paige quips, giving you a sidelong glance. “Some people just need a little convincing.”
You raise an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly. “You think you’ve convinced me?”
“Not yet,” she admits, a teasing challenge in her eyes. “But I think I’m close.”
You can’t help but laugh, enjoying the back-and-forth more than you’d like to admit. She’s good at this—smooth, confident, and annoyingly charming. And the way she keeps looking at you, with that mix of amusement and intrigue, makes it harder to stick to your original opinion.
As the conversation winds down, you start to think about heading out. But before you can make a move, Paige’s voice cuts through your thoughts.
“So, a few of us are grabbing food to celebrate,” she says casually, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. “You should come. Unless, of course, you have better things to do?”
Her eyes are challenging, and you can feel her teammates watching you, clearly curious to see what you’ll say. Part of you wants to play it cool, brush it off, but there’s a bigger part that’s intrigued, drawn to the idea of spending more time with her.
“Why not?” you reply, keeping your tone light. “Could be interesting.”
She grins, giving her teammates a triumphant look before gesturing for you to follow.
The group heads to a local spot where they’re regulars, filling up a large booth with laughter and chatter. You find yourself seated next to Paige, who’s now relaxed and fully in her element, her focus entirely on you.
“So, tell me,” she says, leaning in as she sips her drink. “What made you think I wasn’t as good as people say?”
You shrug, pretending to think hard. “I think some players need to be humbled sometimes. Keeps things balanced.”
“Oh, really?” She smirks. “So you’re, like, the self-appointed hype police?”
“If that’s what it takes.” You give her a challenging look. “And, judging by your performance, I think you’re taking my job pretty seriously.”
She laughs, shaking her head. “Maybe I just like proving people wrong.”
Aubrey, who’s overheard, chimes in with a grin. “Yeah, Paige is kind of a show-off when it comes to impressing people.”
Paige rolls her eyes, but she’s clearly enjoying the attention. “Hey, I like a challenge.”
You lean back, folding your arms as you meet her gaze. “Good to know. Might have to challenge you more often, then.”
The night goes on, filled with jokes, teasing, and the undeniable chemistry simmering between you and Paige. Her teammates keep throwing her looks, nudging her when she gets too obvious with her attention, but she brushes them off with ease.
By the end of the night, you’re more than a little curious about where this dynamic might lead. Paige, it turns out, isn’t just an incredible player—she’s clever, competitive, and, as much as you hate to admit it, a lot of fun to be around.
As you say your goodbyes and head out, she catches your arm, pulling you back for one last exchange.
“So,” she murmurs, her voice low, “can I ask for your opinion on me now?”
You meet her gaze, a slow smile spreading across your face. “ I’ll tell you when you make an appearance on the show.”
She laughs, nodding as she steps back. “You can count on it.”
You linger a moment, savoring the playfulness in her tone and the easy confidence in her smile. Her teammates start calling her over, and you see her hesitate, glancing between you and her friends. It’s almost as if she’s weighing her next move, and the idea that Paige Bueckers might actually be a little reluctant to end the night brings a grin to your face.
“Better go before they start making up embarrassing stories about you,” you say with a nod toward her friends, who are watching the two of you with unabashed interest.
She chuckles, eyes glinting with something mischievous. “Don’t worry, they don’t have any dirt on me
 yet.”
“Oh, so you’re planning on giving them some?” you shoot back.
Paige tilts her head thoughtfully. “Only if it’s worth it.” Her voice is low, suggestive, and you can’t ignore the electric undertone beneath her words. She glances toward the exit, then back at you, taking a small step closer. “But, you know
 I wouldn’t mind getting to know my ‘biggest hater” a little better.”
Her words hang in the air, and you feel your pulse quicken. There’s a part of you that wants to keep this light, play it cool, but another part—a part you’re not fully ready to admit yet—is undeniably intrigued by her invitation.
With a playful smile, you shrug. “Maybe you’ll earn that chance. If you’re lucky.”
Her laughter rings out, bright and clear. “I think I make my own luck.”
You offer her a mock salute. “We’ll see about that, superstar.”
As you turn to leave, you feel her gaze on you, lingering, as though she’s already planning her next move. And as you step out of the restaurant, the night air feels different—charged with possibility. You’ve seen a side of Paige that few get to see, and it’s clear this game of wit and challenge between you isn’t over yet.
But for now, you head home, wondering what exactly you’ve gotten yourself into.
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𝐖𝐖𝐄
jey uso
↳ the homewrecker (1, 2, 3, 4)
↳ kiss and make up
↳ trouble
↳ we can’t be friends
jimmy uso
↳ the new diva
roman reigns
nothing yet!
solo sikoa
↳ too fine
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↳ kk x influencer!reader hcs
↳ dating kk hcs
↳ kk x hairstylist!reader hcs
paige bueckers
↳ paige dating a pop singer hcs (coming soon)
↳ paige’s reaction to you winning an award hcs
azzi fudd
↳ dating azzi hcs (coming soon)
more will be added soon

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writingbuckets · 1 month ago
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐹𝐭 đ­đšđ€đž: đ©đšđ«đ­ 𝐱𝐱𝐱
paige bueckers x influencer!reader
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a/n: the only thing i have to say is that i shocked myself with my flirting... enjoy!
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After your night at the game, it feels like the internet has exploded. Your mentions are on fire with fans on both sides—some praising your brutal honesty about Paige, others calling you out for downplaying her talent. It’s only natural that you decide to dedicate an entire podcast episode to the experience.
You settle into your recording setup, feeling a mix of anticipation and nerves—after all, tonight is a first. Across the table sits Paige Bueckers, cool and composed, though you catch a hint of mischief in her eyes as she adjusts her mic. You take a deep breath and lean in, grinning at your co-host before addressing the audience.
“Welcome back to The Hot Take! And tonight, we’re in for a treat. As you’ve probably guessed, we’ve got a special guest in the studio
 the one, the only, Paige Bueckers!” You gesture toward her dramatically, and your co-host plays a quick soundbite of applause and crowd cheers, adding to the show’s theatrics.
Paige laughs, crossing her arms as she glances at you. “The crowd goes wild. I didn’t think you’d actually let me come on here, considering all the things you’ve said about me.”
You shoot her a mock-offended look. “What things? I’m nothing if not fair and unbiased.”
She raises an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eye. “Oh, totally. Because your comment was so fair and unbiased.”
Your co-host snickers. “Well, Paige, you’re in the right place if you want to get your revenge. Y/N here is known for her ‘brutal honesty.’ But hey, tonight might be a chance for you to change her mind.”
“Is that a challenge?” Paige asks, leaning forward, her gaze never leaving yours.
“Depends. You think you’re up for it?” you reply, meeting her eyes head-on, enjoying the charge of the challenge between you two.
“Oh, I’m always up for a challenge,” she responds smoothly, flashing a grin that has you momentarily caught off guard.
Your co-host breaks the tension with a laugh. “Alright, alright, let’s jump right in. Y/N, you’ve had plenty to say about Paige in the past. Care to share some of those hot takes now that she’s here to defend herself?”
You clear your throat, trying to hide your smirk. “Alright, let’s get one thing straight,” you say, addressing both the mic and Paige. “As much as it pains me to admit this
” You pause dramatically, shooting a look her way. “Bueckers actually impressed me the other night.”
Paige raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Really? I didn’t think you’d ever admit that.”
“I know, it’s shocking, but credit where credit’s due,” you continue. “I mean, you’re quick on the court, you know your angles, and—dare I say it—you know how to work a crowd.”
Paige laughs, eyes dancing with mischief. “Oh, so you were paying attention. Here I was, thinking you came just to judge.”
“Oh, I absolutely came to judge,” you reply, grinning. “But I also got to see you actually back it up with skill. It was
 not as overrated as I’d assumed.” You shoot her a wink, and she laughs, shaking her head.
“High praise,” she replies, feigning a look of being overwhelmed. “I didn’t realize tonight was all about showering me with compliments.”
Your co-host jumps in, clearly amused by the dynamic. “Wait, Y/N, are you actually going soft? Compliments? Feeling a little flustered, maybe?”
You shake your head, grinning. “Don’t get it twisted. I’m just saying, maybe I underestimated you.” You turn to Paige. “Don’t let it go to your head, though. I’m not here to just hype you up.”
Paige leans back in her chair, looking entirely at ease. “Don’t worry. I can handle a little constructive criticism. Hit me with your best shot.”
You take the opportunity, leaning forward with a smirk. “Alright, if you insist. Here’s my take: For all that talent, you could be a bit more creative with your moves. Sometimes it feels like you rely on what’s tried and true instead of taking risks.”
She smirks back. “And sometimes critics don’t realize the importance of consistency,” she counters smoothly. “Winning isn’t about impressing people—it’s about doing what works.”
“TouchĂ©,” you reply, though you’re secretly impressed by her response. You decide to press a little further. “Alright, so if it’s all about winning, how do you handle the pressure that comes with it? Isn’t there a part of you that wants to switch things up now and then?”
Paige leans forward, crossing her arms on the table. “I get that all the time. But you know, winning takes priority. Switching things up? That’s for off the court.” Her gaze holds yours, and for a second, you wonder if she’s talking about more than just basketball.
Your co-host notices the silent exchange and interrupts with a grin. “Okay, okay, I feel like there’s a whole vibe happening here that I did not sign up for!”
The comment pulls you back, and you laugh, brushing it off. “Nothing happening here,” you insist, stealing a quick glance at Paige.
Paige holds back a smirk, shrugging. “Sure, whatever you say.” But the gleam in her eye says otherwise.
Trying to keep things on track, you steer the conversation back to basketball, although the flirtatious edge remains. “Alright, Bueckers, one more thing. I’ll admit, you’ve got talent. But do you ever worry about being put in a box? People see you a certain way, and that’s how they’ll always see you.”
Paige pauses, and for a moment, the playful banter takes on a serious note. “Yeah, I get that. People think they know you, based on what they see online or on the court. But the truth is, they’re only seeing one side.”
It’s unexpectedly candid, and you nod, finding a bit of yourself in her answer. “Yeah. I get that. People always think they know everything from what they see online, but there’s always more, right?”
Paige’s gaze softens just slightly, and she nods. “Exactly. Sometimes I think it would be nice if people saw more than the ‘player’ version of me.”
You raise an eyebrow, catching the hint in her tone. “So
 what would that look like, Bueckers?”
She gives you a playful smirk, leaning back in her chair. “Maybe you’ll find out if you’re lucky.”
Your co-host interjects, clearly amused. “Did I miss something here, or is this turning into a date?”
Both you and Paige laugh, shaking your heads in sync. “Not quite,” you say quickly, though your heart skips a beat.
Before wrapping up, you give Paige the last word. “Alright, Bueckers, we’ve had our fun. Any final words for our listeners?”
She leans toward the mic, glancing at you with a grin. “Only that this isn’t the last time you’ll hear from me, Y/N. I’m sticking around to make sure you don’t underestimate me again.”
You laugh, shaking your head. “Well, bring your best game, then. I’ll be ready.”
The episode wraps up with lingering tension and the audience buzzing with intrigue, speculating wildly in the comments and social media. As you both step away from the mics, Paige meets your gaze with a small smile.
“Nice job,” she says, extending a hand.
You shake it, feeling the warmth of her grip, the playful energy still sparking between you. “Likewise, Bueckers. Just don’t expect me to go easy on you next time.”
She gives you a wink. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
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Not even an hour after the episode goes live, the reactions flood in. Your notifications blow up with fire emojis, heart-eyes, and endless comments as fans dissect every word, every sly look you exchanged with Paige, and every playful jab you threw her way. People seem to be either thrilled by your shift in tone or mourning the sharper edge of your usual critique. But there’s one thing they all seem to agree on—your chemistry with Paige was undeniable, and they’re dying to see where this dynamic goes next.
Then come the memes: screenshots of you glancing at Paige with a mix of disbelief and amusement, clips from older episodes where you roasted her, and side-by-sides comparing your expressions with Paige’s iconic moments on the court. One of your favorites is a split image of you with an exaggerated, eye-rolling expression, paired with Paige’s confident smirk from one of her highlight games. People are clearly having a field day, and you find yourself chuckling at the creativity as you scroll through the tag.
But just as you’re considering logging off for the night, a notification grabs your attention. It’s a comment from none other than Paige herself.
@PaigeBueckers: “Glad to see you’re finally catching on, Y/N. Game recognizes game, right? 😏”
You smirk, typing back a quick reply.
@notY/N: “Don’t get too comfortable, Bueckers. I’m just warming up. 😏”
Paige responds almost instantly, and suddenly, it’s a back-and-forth on full display for everyone to see.
@PaigeBueckers: “Comfortable? Nah. Just giving you something to talk about on that next episode of yours.”
@notY/N: “Who says you’re interesting enough for a second episode?”
@PaigeBueckers: “Guess I’ll just have to prove you wrong, then. Challenge accepted?”
The thread quickly spirals as fans jump in, hyping up every comment exchange, adding their own captions, and stirring up theories about your “rivalry.” By the time you close the app, #YNPBChallenge is trending, with people eagerly waiting for your next move. And though you won’t admit it, you’re already curious about hers.
Within hours, sports outlets start covering the “feud.” Clips of your episode circulate, paired with screenshots of Paige’s comments. Twitter is filled with fans trying to decode every little interaction, with hashtags like #PaigeAndY/N and #RivalryGoals popping up as the top trends. Some fans eagerly ship you and Paige, while others are taking sides, wanting to see if your critique holds up in future episodes.
Some of Paige’s teammates even get in on the fun, teasing her about the exchanges. Azzi Fudd, in particular, tweets, “So
 when’s the first date, @paigebueckers? 👀”
You laugh when you see it, because of course Paige’s friends would be watching the whole thing unfold. You decide to add your own little stir to the pot.
Replying to Azzi’s tweet, you type, “First date? I think she’d need to step up her game a bit first.”
Not even a minute later, Paige replies to you directly: “Challenge accepted.”
The thread is flooded with reactions, and for a moment, it’s as if the entire internet is watching you two flirt in real time. You know it’s all in good fun, but there’s an undeniable thrill to it.
After the whirlwind of social media reactions, you finally step away from your phone, still replaying the day’s events. There’s an undeniable energy to this back-and-forth with Paige. Even through playful jabs and witty comebacks, there’s something deeper simmering—something that leaves you more curious than you’d like to admit.
Just as you’re about to call it a night, a new notification lights up your screen: a direct message from Paige herself. You hesitate for a moment, feeling an odd mix of excitement and nerves, and then finally open it.
Paige: “So
 I’m dying to know—did you expect all of this to blow up the way it did?”
Her message catches you off guard. You’d expected something more competitive, maybe another cheeky comment. But this question feels more open, almost as if she’s genuinely curious about your perspective on all this unexpected attention.
Y/N: “Honestly? Not at all. I mean, I’m used to a little backlash, but this? Everyone’s treating it like it’s the story of the year.”
Paige: “Right? It’s kind of insane, but I have to say, you seem to handle it like a pro.”
A smile tugs at your lips. The words are simple enough, but there’s a warmth there, a hint of respect that takes you by surprise. You hadn’t expected Paige to be this down-to-earth.
Y/N: “I guess that’s part of the job, right? You get used to it, even when it’s
 unexpected.”
Paige: “Guess we both know what that’s like. I mean, people see us a certain way, but they don’t really get the whole picture.”
Her message resonates with you in a way you hadn’t anticipated. It’s something you’ve thought about often—the assumptions people make, the way fans and critics alike paint you in broad strokes, not really seeing the person underneath. The more you think about it, the more you realize that Paige might understand that better than most.
Y/N: “True. Everyone thinks they know us based on what they see online, but there’s a lot that doesn’t make the highlight reel, right?”
Paige: “Exactly. It’s easy to play a role, keep it simple. But sometimes, it’s nice to just be real with someone who gets it.”
There’s a pause, a subtle weight to her words that makes you wonder if this is just harmless banter, or something more.
Y/N: “So, you’re saying I’m good enough to get the ‘real’ Paige Bueckers?”
Paige: “I’m saying maybe you’re not as overrated as you think you are, Y/N.”
You can’t help but laugh, the slight warmth of her compliment balanced by her usual dose of teasing. But even as the conversation winds down, a part of you can’t shake the feeling that this might be the start of something
 different. The back-and-forth, the playful ribbing—it’s beginning to feel like more than just banter.
You let out a soft laugh, staring at the screen a little longer than you meant to, absorbing Paige’s last message. You’d expected a snarky retort, maybe a playful jab, but this? This is something else, something that has you wondering if she’s just as curious as you are. Before you can overthink it, you decide to keep the conversation going.
Y/N: “Alright, I’ll take that as a compliment—coming from someone who’s probably had a lifetime supply of them.”
Paige: “You’d think so, but it’s funny how most of them don’t mean much. I think I’ve just gotten good at smiling and nodding.”
Her honesty catches you off guard. It’s a rare moment of vulnerability, one that’s different from the playful façade you’d seen at the game and in her comments. You find yourself softening, recognizing a piece of yourself in her words.
Y/N: “I get it. People are quick to build you up, but they don’t always see the work behind it. Or the stuff you keep off-camera.”
Paige: “Exactly. Sometimes it feels like it’s just about meeting everyone’s expectations.”
You feel a pang of understanding. Despite the banter, the jabs, you realize there’s a part of her that just wants to be seen for more than the hype, more than the image fans have painted of her. And, you realize, maybe that’s why this little rivalry-turned-conversation feels different than anything you’ve experienced before.
Y/N: “Well, for what it’s worth, I’m here for the real version of you—whatever that looks like.”
She doesn’t respond immediately, and you wonder if you’d gone too far. But just as you’re about to backpedal, her response pops up.
Paige: “Same goes for you, Y/N. Guess that means we’ll have to see what that actually looks like, right?”
Her words make your stomach do an unexpected flip. It’s an invitation, subtle but clear, to get to know her beyond the rivalry, beyond the image. And suddenly, it feels like this whole thing—the online banter, the “feud,” the unexpected DM—has been leading up to this moment.
Y/N: “Guess so. So, next time we bump into each other
 coffee? Or are you more of a smoothie person?”
She replies almost instantly.
Paige: "Coffee works, as long as you promise not to trash-talk me in front of the barista."
You laugh, feeling a warmth that has nothing to do with the banter and everything to do with her openness.
Y/N: “Fine, I’ll tone it down. But don’t get too comfortable—I’m not going easy on you.”
Paige: “Wouldn’t expect anything less.”
There’s a pause after that, a comfortable silence that feels like both a beginning and a challenge. As you put your phone down, a smile still on your face, you realize you’re genuinely excited to see where this goes.
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