#paige bueckers fanfiction

[sunkissed-zegras]

★ MUSCLE MEMORY ─── PB⁵

─ pairing | paige bueckers x fem!reader

─ warnings | blurb-length, nsfw under the cut! read at ur own discretion. strap-on activities, cocky ass paige, pretty rough, some funny moments in the end

─ ev's notes | pls this is my first strap-on smut, i wrote this in like an hour so please bare with me. any feedback is very welcome, please lmk what y'all thought!!!!!!!!!!!

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you were so glad that you'd finally convinced your girlfriend to use a strap on you. of course, she was hesitant at first ─ she was completely set on the fact that nothing could ever make you feel like her tongue or fingers did.

however, as her hips snapped against yours, she couldn't help but rethink her statement. your head fell back in pleasure with each deep thrust, she was making sure you felt every inch of the plastic that hung off her hips. your moans came out breathless and strangled, you could barely get out any words let alone breathe.

paige's hand was thinly wrapped at the base of your throat as she kept fucking you into the mattress, all her previous doubts seeping away with each snap of her hips. she loved it ─ the way your eyes shut in pleasure with each thrust, she was sure if she kept watching your fucked out expression, she was going to cum along with you.

your legs were draped off her shoulders as she kept her pace rough and deep, making sure to hit the same spot over and over again. she swore she could physically feel you through the piece of plastic, feel how tight and warm you were for her. god, if she thought about for too long, she'd go right over the edge.

"fuck, you gonna cum on my dick? is that right, princess? gonna cum all over me?" paige grunted as she leaned over to press her lips against your throat, her other hand gripping your hip tightly as she kept her pace up.

you couldn't response come up with a coherent answer, all you do was moan in response. her hand squeezed your neck before she let go, leaning backward to grip your hips as she continued to slam into you.

"that's right, fuck," she watched your expression slowly before her head fell back in pure bliss. "come on baby, cum for me,"

her hand slowly slid onto your thigh before her hand began to rub your clit, your whole body beginning to shake in utter pleasure.

"ah, fuck! please, please, please make me cum," you cried out, feeling your legs beginning to give out completely. your hands clutched the sheets beneath as you felt the knot in your stomach feel tighter and tighter...

"oh fuck, yeah, cum for me," paige's words fell on deaf ears as you came, your orgasm hitting you like a truck. you cried out loudly, paige's hand pressing against it tightly as she kept fucking you through your high.

you were gasping, breathless as paige's forehead fell against yours, her thrusts becoming slower until she stopped completely. paige's lips found yours in a sloppy and forceful kiss, her hand gripping your jaw as you let out a quiet moan in her mouth.

paige pulled away a few moments later, slowly pulling out of you as you winced. she gave you a slight smirk as she watched your reaction, her ego skyrocketing.

you met her gaze with an eye roll, "you gonna thank me or..."

"me? thank you?" paige almost laughed, her expression baffled. "why should i do that, i just fucked your brains out, you should be thanking me."

"you mean, the strap?" you corrected as she glared at you, the playfulness slowly dissipating into annoyance.

paige's glare made your lips perk up into a grin, causing her to let out an annoyed sigh. "no, you mean my dick. didn't you hear me like, two seconds ago? probably not cause you were too fucked out to even hear your own thoughts," she countered with a slight smirk.

"oh, fuck you," you scoffed you sat up, beginning to get off the bed.

"again?"

you sent her a glare as she laughed loudly, shaking your head at your girlfriend's immaturity. "aw, she's getting all angry," paige snickered as you ignored her, beginning to put on your clothes. "i thought i fucked all that attitude outta you,"

"okay, maybe we need to revoke the strap privileges now, i'm sick of your shit," you sent her a playful glare as she put up her hands in defense.

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[pbueckerslover]

i need you - p.b.

pairing(s): paige bueckers x female!reader

warnings: language, smut, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving)

summary: you’re needy for paige and she gives you exactly what you’re asking for.

“i love you so much.” paige told me as she continued littering kisses down my neck. she sucked on my neck harder once she reached my sweet spot and left multiple purple colored bruises all over. “love you more, baby.” i say, almost out of breath watching her move down to my stomach.

she placed a couple kisses to my lower stomach but then started moving back up towards me. our lips met again, but this time the kiss was more intense. she was being so needy. i could feel my pussy getting wetter as she kissed me harder. when she pulled away again, she looked me in the eyes and i whisper, “want you so bad, paige.” the second she heard those words she was removing my shirt along with her own. “so pretty.” she said as she admired what was in front of her.

she removed my bra with one hand and started spreading kisses to my tits. i moaned at the contact of her tongue swirling around my nipples. she sucked harder and started leaving more hickeys. “all mine.” she whispered as she looked at what she had done in front of her.

she started to move her hands down to my thighs and rubbed her hands up and down. “seriously baby, i fucking need you right now.” i said as she kept teasing me. when she heard me say this it was like some sort of spark ignited in her. she was ripping off my pants along with my underwear before i could even process what was happening.

when her mouth went in between my legs i let out an embarrassingly loud moan. her tongue moved onto my clit and she started sucking. “how bad do you need me huh? 3 fingers?” she said as she looked up at me and moving faster. “yes please P, need all 3.”

soon enough she was pushing her fingers into me. she started with just one, but once i whined more she added all three. “f-fuck! oh my god!” i yell out as she started fucking me faster with her fingers. “doing so good for me, babe.” she said, looking up at me again.

“i’m so close paige!” i moan as i start to feel myself reaching my climax. she starts going even faster, moving her tongue from my clit and sticking it in my hole. “such a good girl. want you to come all over my face.” she says as i start to breath even harder.

seconds later i’m coming all over her tongue and she licks up every last drop. once she’s done she lays down next to me on the bed. “you’re just so perfect.” she says as she pushes a piece of hair back that was in my face. she place a kiss to my forehead and then to my cheek.

i look deeply into her eyes and give her a gentle kiss on the lips. she smiles at my actions. “i love you, P.” i whisper into her ear as i place my head into the crook of her neck. she puts her head on top of mine and wraps her arms around me. “i love you more my sweet girl.” she whispers back.

notes: i fucking need her. i hope y’all enjoyed i’m kinda proud of this hehe. plss send me ideas for kate/emily if you have any i really want to start writing for them!!

dividers - @cafekitsune <3

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[lettersofalover]

-> two blonde bitches | mood board | head cannons

paige b x blonde!girly!sorority!college reader

paige b x blonde!girly!sorority!college reader

- people were skeptical about you from the beginning bc: sorority girl, flirty, party girl, and seemingly straight

- but paige was down bad for you & made sure the girls loved you

- whatever you wanted, you got it, even when you told her not to get it for you

- you were easy to love because you always had paige’s back & consistently took care of her without expecting anything in return

- kk is your baby & you would do anything for her

- late night cvs and target runs

- hungover mornings with tons of doordash

- kk says your her campus mom & takes her job as dd for you, paige, and y’all’s friends VERY seriously

- kk always stays the night after you guys go out & she loves to wedge herself in between you and paige in bed the morning and just run her mouth & yap and force you to watch tiktok while paige complained the entire time

- the wbb team were always down to hang at your apartment because it was lowkey & not stressful

- the sorority girls who shared the apartment were funny & protective of the team & kept their business a secret

- football season? pregame & tailgating with you & the sorority girls

- paige wore an ‘i love theta’ button because she was always your game-day date, you would never take a frat boy

- basketball season? you were at each game you could be at

- always in a funny baby tee but paige’s fav was, “i love my gf”

- “bueckers #1 fan” was second with “fuck around and find out” as a third, especially for rival games

- you are always with paige and she was always with you

- monthly you cooked for her & kk & ice & azzi and had movie nights

- no matter what you needed, paige would drop what she was doing to get it to you because you do the same for her

- the utmost respect from both sides but always unserious and jokingly loving

- paige def said i love you first because she’s a sucker for you and thinks the world revolves around you

- paige split time with her family to come meet yours at thanksgiving

- it was private, not a secret but it was well known that she was yours and vice versa

just straight up certified lover girl behavior

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[endeline]

Let The Light In: Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Words: 4k

Pairing: Paige Bueckers/Media Manager! Reader

Warnings: Angst, Friends to enemies to lovers (but the reader doesn’t know why they’re enemies), reader is actually so incredibly in the wrong, slow burn, mention of an injury, the girls are fighting!

It's her—actually her—, standing right in front of you, and for a brief moment you almost wonder if your mind had conjured up a hallucination to retaliate against the sheer force of your yearning. 

You've spent more time than you’ll ever admit imagining this moment, playing it out in various scenarios in your mind, but the reality has a sharpness that no rehearsal could have prepared you for. Her presence is a tangible, overwhelming, a reminder of what you had, of what you had lost.

“Hey, you good?” She repeats, her voice cutting through your racing thoughts, pulling you back down to earth. 

Blinking away the tears that are, embarrassingly, still brimming in your eyes, you take a deep breath before allowing yourself to reply. "Yeah, I'm good," the words feel hollow, a betrayal of the whirlwind of the emotion inside you. 

Paige doesn't respond; instead, she slightly rocks back and forth on her heels, her hands nervously fidgeting as an all too familiar silence envelops the two of you. Wordlessly still, she reaches for the chair in front of you and pulls it out, the both of you wincing at the loud screech it makes as it drags across the wooden floor. You don’t bother to hide the shock on your face as the blonde sits down across from you, her knees briefly brushing against yours before she swiftly tucks her legs to the side, avoiding your touch.

"You look like you've seen a ghost," her tone unusually light—almost friendly, which would be confusing if you had the ability to take note of it. The only thing you can focus on is the familiar cadence of her voice, bringing back a flood of memories, each one sharp, sweet, and painful.

“I feel like I have.”

____

“I hope we’re still doing this when we’re 80.” You say, grabbing another spoonful of her strawberry ice cream and plopping the pink desert into your bowl of cherry, mixing the two together before putting the spoon back into your mouth, letting out a satisfied hum when you confirm you’ve finally gotten the perfect mix. Paige chooses to ignore how much you’ve taken out of her bowl, knowing that when you get full in a few minutes the remainder of yours will be scraped back into hers. 

“Doing what?” 

"Ice cream Thursdays, dummy," you clarify, abandoning your spoon just in time to catch a melting drop threatening to fall from her chin onto her shirt with the pad of your thumb. Pressing your finger against your lips to lick it clean.

She watches you, gaze shifting to the table when your eyes dart up to look at her again. “When we’re 80 you’ll probably be taking pictures of your husband and grandkids playing in your garden or something all cutesy and shit, you won’t be thinking about me.”

Ignoring the confusing pang in your chest when you hear her dismissal you lightly kick her shin under the table, “Oh come on, we’ll still be best friends when we’re 80, if anything I’ll be taking pictures of the grandkids playing basketball and you’ll be trying to keep up with them in your walker.” 

This gets a chuckle out of her, “hopefully by then I’ll know better than to do anything but coach.”

You smile, pushing the now half empty dessert towards her for her to finish before leaning towards her, “okay then, I’ll be taking pictures of the grandkids with coach P.”

She digs into the remainder of your cherry strawberry mixture, bringing the spoon to her mouth before shaking her head and adding another spoonful of strawberry, “fine, but if we’re 80 and you still haven’t figured out how to get the right cherry strawberry mix, I’m canceling ice cream Thursday’s.” 

____

Her smile fades a bit, replaced by a more cautious expression as she changes the subject, her friendly façade faltering a bit as speaks. “You know, you’re still sharing your location with me.” 

"What?” 

“I wanted to find you and I realized you still share your location with me.”

"You wanted to find me?” you echo. The part of you that's been hoping for this moment at war with the part that's been dreading it.

"Yeah, I needed to see you.” You hear her sigh, debating whether to continue, “thought we could talk."

The sincerity in her tone is disarming, and despite the hurt, a part of you wants to lean into the familiarity of her presence, to the shared history you’re still desperately clinging too. 

"Talk?" 

She nods, swallowing hard. “About the pictures you took the other day…” She begins, her voice trailing off briefly as she looks away from you, her hands fidgeting slightly, “Charlie sent me copies of them.” 

“Oh, she’s not supposed to do that, you guys only get the final edits,” the words slipping out before you can think better of it. 

She looks back at you, a flicker of unease crossing her features. "I know, but I asked her too.”

Your breath catches in your throat.

“I wanted to see the ones Leo told you to stop taking.” 

After a moment that stretches on for longer than you would have liked, she exhales, her shoulders sagging. “I don’t know why I reacted like that, with the first shots. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get you in trouble with Leo. I know how much his opinion means to you and I had been thinking that if you got me lectured by Geno I’d want an apology, so… yeah” she finishes

An un-familiar coldness washes over you as you digest her words.  “That’s what you want to apologize for?” You’re unable to keep the shock and anger from seeping into your voice. You lean back in your chair, arms crossing, subconsciously trying to protect yourself from the hurt you know she’s about to make you feel again.  

“That’s all I have to apologize for.” She retorts, keeping her voice low to avoid catching the attention of the strangers around us. 

The tension between you crackles, a palpable energy that draws an invisible wall, furthering the separation between the two of you.

"You think that's it?" Disbelief coloring your tone. "After ghosting your best friend without so much as an explanation, that's what you think you need to apologize for? A few pictures?"

She looks taken aback, perhaps not expecting your reaction to be so intense. For a moment, she is silent, her eyes darting away before meeting yours again, this time with a mixture of frustration and pain. 

"Come on, we were never even really friends.”

You can’t blink back the tears as they form in your eyes now, “don’t start lying to me now Bueckers.”

Paige recoils slightly, as if your words are physical blows. For a moment, she seems to be struggling with something, then her posture stiffens, an accusing finger reaching out to point at you as she doubles down on her statement, “we both know that I was just your muse or whatever the hell you want to call it. You did not treat me like a friend, you used me to get praise from Leo and whoever the hell else you thought you needed approval from. You took me for your art when I was at my lowest, again and again, just because my face got your work attention.” 

The accusation stings, not just because of its intensity, but because part of you knows there's some truth in it. You've always known how compelling she was in front of the camera, how her expressions could turn simple photos into art, and you loved it. 

Before everything fell apart, the two of you had become something of a dynamic duo. Everywhere Paige went, often for basketball, you followed, and everywhere you went, a camera was almost always hanging around your neck. 

The passion Paige had for her sport and the passion you had for your art is what originally brought the two of you together, bonding over the drive each of you had to constantly be your at your best, for better or for worse. 

____

It was your freshman year. You had just been offered a coveted spot on the UConn sports media team after your photojournalism professor, Leo Howard, had apparently spent the entire semester showing your work to his collogues who had unanimously agreed, you were going to be something special.  Being the only freshman to ever have been allowed to serve as the lead photographer at the school’s games was a big deal. The pressure not fully weighing down on you until the night before the UConn, Notre Dame women’s basketball game. 

They had started you out small, tennis, water polo, even a soccer match as your superiors had gained more confidence in you. But this would be the first big event you’d shoot, your first chance to really prove yourself, to prove that Leo was right about you. 

The clock had just struck midnight when you made your way across campus, having given up on trying to get any sleep earlier in the night. Opting instead to head to the athletics department gym where they had allowed you to stash away your things in a small, abandoned office room. Assuming that'd be better than staying cooped up in your dorm all night. 

When you arrived, instead of being greeted by the silent gym you’d anticipated, a woman was stood at the half court line, a basketball bouncing up to meet her outstretched palm before being pushed down, again, again, again. 

“The gym’s closed.” Her voice calls out to you, finally noticing you as you made your way across the court, heading for the office door. 

You had lifted your UConn Staff lanyard up to show to her, “I could tell you the same thing.” 

She approached you, your height difference becoming more apparent the closer she gets until she’s fully towering over you, “I don’t remember seeing you around here.” 

“I’m the new photographer, I just started last month.”

This explanation apparently does little to clarify your sudden appearance in her court, “okay, but you’re not supposed to be here, it’s late.” She points out, her tone mixing curiosity with a hint of concern.

“I know but I’m shooting my first big event tomorrow and I couldn’t sleep so I figured I’d just come here and look at some old shots and stuff, prepare you know?” you rambled, hoping to justify your presence in the gym at such an unusual hour.

You’ve gotten her attention now, “Oh, I have a game tomorrow, is that what you’re here for?” 

You had of course, assumed she was on the basketball team when you saw her dribbling the ball earlier. But as when she had moved to stand in front of you, you immediately recognized her as the infamous Paige Bueckers, the star player you’d been specifically ordered to get good shots of during this game. 

"Yes, that's exactly it. I’ll be covering the game," you confirmed, feeling a slight relief as she seemed to recognize your role and accept the reason behind your late-night visit.

“Oh, cool, I guess I’ll be seeing you tomorrow then?” 

You nod in response, “yeah, I guess you will.” 

She gives you a small smile before beginning to walk back to her original position on the court, “I’m Paige by the way!” She calls out as you reach the door, you turn back, shouting your name out, already anticipating the next time you’ll get to see her.

As it turns out, you don’t have to wait long. Barely 30 minutes have passed when you’re interrupted by a knock on your door, “hey,” she lets herself into the small office space, taking a seat on your desk. 

“Hey?” 

This girl has guts you can’t help but think. You’d just met and now she’s propping herself up on your furniture, uninvited. 

You’d probably be a lot more bothered by her behavior if you weren’t so distracted by how pretty she looked, even under the glow of the notoriously unflattering florescent office lights.  

“I was thinking, you need to practice shooting basketball games, and I’m just practicing shooting so if you wanted you could take pictures of me, you know, to get the hang of it you could.” She offers. 

“Oh, yeah that actually sounds great!” You're unable to keep your excitement about getting to spend more time with her entirely out of your voice when you reply, grabbing your camera bag as she moves off your desk to stand back up, holding the door open before following you back out to the court. 

“Honestly I’m kinda tired so I’m only doing free throws but feel free to take whatever pictures you want.” 

You take her words to heart, the clicks of your camera mingling with the pounding of the ball on the floor as you take picture after picture after picture. 

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to fall into a steady rhythm, occasionally daring to interrupt the other’s focus with questions, jokes, or quick quips about the others work. 

The next day whenever she gets a basket, her eyes turn to you first, pointing at your camera for you to get a shot, and every time she does, you take it. 

You’ve never seen Leo smile so big as he does when he gets your contact sheet.

The “You did good, kid. I hope to keep seeing more stuff like this.” echoing in your mind when you leave his office, calling Paige, “when’s the next time you can shoot?”

She had left practice the second she heard your voice over the phone, “I can be free now.” 

____

You’re abruptly pulled from your memory by the chime of the café door. A group of girls enters, their laughter and chatter filling the air. One girl stands out, wearing a stark white jersey with the number 5 displayed prominently across her chest. The sight of it jolts you back to the present, a reminder of where you are and what’s at stake.

“Paige we can’t do this here” you say keeping your voice low, sensing that this may not end well, and as Paige had just mentioned, any picture of her ends up everywhere, and if captured, this probably wouldn’t be a pretty one. 

She exhales sharply, her lips parting to argue, but then she pauses, scanning the surrounding area for any potentially prying eyes, brows raising when she sees her lucky number 5 on the chest of a brunette who is now whispering with her friends, looking Paige's way. With a reluctant nod, she chooses silence, perhaps unable to concede that you might be right.

The tension between you is palpable, a brewing storm that has been building for too long, promising to pour down on you both.

The two of you don’t make it far, her car is parked right outside and the second the doors lock she’s turned back to you, brows raised in anticipation of your rebuttal. 

You take a deep breath, struggling to find the right words to express the mix of anger and hurt that's been simmering inside you. “Let’s get one thing straight, if I wasn’t your best friend, you most certainly were not my ‘muse’.” you begin, unable to hold back the anger that’s been quietly brewing inside since you first heard her pathetic attempt at an apology 10 minutes ago. 

The sharp sound of her laughter interrupts you, “okay then, you were just using my face to further your career and you didn’t give a single fuck about me.” 

Your anger pulses hotter at her laughter. 

If you had thought the silence between you two was bad, then this must be hell. Everything she says, every expression she makes sends you spiraling deeper and deeper down.  You don’t even want to look at her anymore, scared that if you catch her gaze again, the once warm and loving looks you remember her by will be permanently tainted by the pure and utter distain that seems to be consuming her now. You want to reach out, to say something that will mend the rift, but fear and doubt hold you back. In this moment, you realize just how fragile your connection has become, teetering on the edge of collapse.

"I wasn't using you," you assert firmly, struggling to keep your voice level. "Yes, you've helped my career—that's undeniable. But that was never the only thing you were for me. Our friendship, what I thought was our friendship, meant more to me than any photo ever could."

Paige's laughter fades, and she looks at you, her expression hardening as she processes your words. 

"It didn't feel that way to me," she shoots back, her voice tight. "Every time you needed something for your portfolio or an exhibit, who did you turn to, not any of your other friends, me. Don’t you think that’s a little strange.” 

The accusation stings, God she really knew nothing about you, did she? 

“I reached out to you because I thought you liked it. Every time I took something you posted it, on media days you always requested me specifically, even when we were freshman and there were people who knew much more than I did, so don’t try to delude yourself, we both benefited from this. But at least I was under the impression that we liked spending time together, that it wasn't all just so I could get more praise for my pictures.” 

She stares at you, her expression blank, as if your words are too much for her to process.

"You actually need to just leave now," her hand reaching to unlock the car doors while she motions for you to exit.

“No," you reply appalled, "you can't just kick me out because I made a good point.” 

She lets out a dismissive scoff, her hands moving to grip the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white with tension."This is my car and I’m asking you to leave.” 

Your eyes narrow feeling a sudden surge of familiar desperation. “You’ve walked away from me once, I’m not about to let you do it again.” 

She just stares at you, her gaze cold and unwavering, each of you refusing to be the one to break eye contact with the other. 

“If you really thought I was using you, why on earth would you continue agree to every single shoot for 2 years? Even if you don't think I do I know you, you wouldn't have done that. So why are you really shutting me out Paige?” You press, watching her closely. Your heart pounds in your chest, each beat echoing your fear of losing her for good.

She diverts her gaze, her eyes finally falling away from yours. Staying silent for a full minute before she straightens up, seemingly gathering her composure, and shifts the conversation topic away from her wrongdoings and back to yours.

 “Intentions don’t matter anymore. Actions do. And your actions have shown me exactly where I stand in your life. Tell me again, what's your most famous photo, huh?"

It's a low blow, and it doesn’t take long for you to catch onto what she’s talking about. The two of you have had quite a few viral moments but one far surpassed the other. There was only one picture that had landed a coveted cover spot on the headlined article on ESPN, a place in CNN’s ‘This Week in Pictures’ and internship offers from all the way in New York to L.A. 

____

She had crumpled to the ground, clutching her knee in agony, silencing the crowd in an instant. Her teammates had quickly formed a barrier around her, protecting her. Through a narrow gap between them, her eyes, wide and brimming with pain and vulnerability, darted around frantically until they finally locked onto yours. 

It was a look of pure, raw emotion—a silent plea for comfort, for reassurance, for the familiar presence that had always been her anchor. Her hand reached out, trembling, as if by some miracle, your touch could erase the pain. And in that moment, as she reached desperately towards you, almost mechanically, you lifted your camera. 

The weight of it felt heavier than ever before. Looking through the viewfinder, you saw her in perfect focus, every detail of her suffering magnified. Her eyes, filled with a mixture of hope and despair, seemed to question your every move.

As you pressed the shutter, capturing the raw, gut-wrenching moment, a pang of guilt surged through you. The image was powerful, a testament to her strength and vulnerability, but it came at a cost.

Lowering the camera, you were left standing there, the echo of the shutter still ringing in your ears. You wanted to drop everything and run to her, but the moment had passed. The damage was done. Her eyes, now filled with a sense of betrayal, lingered on you before she turned away, her teammates closing ranks around her once more.

____

You gape at her, a million thoughts running through your mind, none of them coherent enough to form a sentence. You thought about this picture frequently; its creation was instinctive, driven by a reflex that you hadn't fully understood even as you pressed the shutter.  You’d always (foolishly) assumed that she had known that you never meant for the photo to get out. It was a mistake, a lapse in judgment, a moment of weakness where your professional instincts overpowered your personal loyalty.

It was never meant to be published—but Leo had discovered it, and from there, it spiraled out of your control, gaining a life of its own in the public eye. The image, once released, spread like wildfire. It became the defining shot of your career and the defining wound of hers.

“Paige, I-“

She shakes her head no, her expression eerily similar to the one in the picture that ruined the two of you.  “Please just leave,” she repeats, her normally deep voice an octave lower with the intensity of the emotion coursing through her words. 

Realizing you have no ground left to stand on, the least you can do is abide by her request. You reach for the door handle, but her voice stops you. 

"And for the record," she begins, answering your earlier question, "I always agreed to those photos because I loved you and I thought maybe, just maybe, if I helped you get what you wanted, it might make you love me back.”

Her confession wrenches a sudden and uncontrollable sob from your throat, you want nothing more than to shut the door, wrap your arms around her, and beg for the forgiveness you know deep down you’ll never deserve until your heart gives out. 

But instead you stand, exiting the car and turning to her one last time, speaking up through tears, "I can't justify what I did with that picture, and I know that if I spent every moment of my life trying to make it up to you, I'd still fall short," you say, your voice choked with regret. 

Taking a deep breath, you looking up before meeting her gaze again. "And I know I didn’t show it well, but I loved you too."

She looks away, blinking back tears, her shoulders trembling, she whispers, her voice barely audible, repeating the words you’d uttered just a few minutes before, “don’t lie to me.”

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[munsonsfairy]

I have an ideaaa

how about a Paige x fem!reader wedding/proposal fic or headcanon??

the idea of her draft fit as a wedding outfit omfg 🤭

🪞🏹🕯️🌿 MY PEACE • PAIGE BUECKERS

omg i love this idea!!! i did wedding headcanons if that’s okay!! <3

content: fem reader & no physical description of reader or their wedding outfit

౨ৎ the night before, you and paige spend it by cuddling into each other while sitting on the balcony that overlooks the city.

“my wife, my wife, mine,” she whispers against your neck after every kiss. “not for another day, babe,” you’ve been reminding her since she proposed.

౨ৎ it takes her 20 minutes to leave your townhouse that night. lots of goodbye kisses have already happened that it took kk & ice to drag her ass out.

“bye my beautiful gorgeous wife!” paige yells out the window as ice drives away. she doesn’t get into the car until you are out of her sight.

౨ৎ instead of reading your vows in front of your wedding guests, the both of you decided to do it before the ceremony. as you walked towards paige, you could see her wavy blonde hair with her front pieces in braids (as always). she was wearing an all white suit. you could tell she was nervous and excited by how much she was fidgeting.

“paige?” when she turned around her blue eyes already had tears in them. she looked at you in awe and almost fell to her knees. “we can’t cry we both have make up on,” you fan both of your both eyes trying to hold it all in.

she laid her head on yours and looked into your eyes. for a moment it felt like it was only the two of you in that garden. “we’re finally doing it. my wife,” you see a tear fall from her eye as she leans in to kiss you.

౨ৎ now the vows!!!!!! 🥹

paige reached into her pocket and took out a folded piece of paper. you could see her shaking, so you squeezed her hand to remind her it’s just you.

she smiled at you and took a deep breath, “ever since i could remember, i was always told, “you’ll know when they’re the one,” and i never understood that. i never felt complete until i saw you. when our eyes met, i knew after 3 seconds that you were the one. i’m blessed with the pleasure to know someone like you.” she looked up at you and saw you tearing up. “bro if you cry, i’ll cry,” she said laughing. “okay okay! no more crying.”

she took another shaky breath, “to be able to love and be loved by you. you are my sunrise and sunset filled with the most beautiful colors. you’re my peace with the world is too loud. your love is my turning page. you are the strongest person i know and i admire to be my best self everyday. i never doubted our love and will always consider myself lucky to love and learn from you. these past four years have been my favorite movie. i promise to love every single detail of you for the rest of my life.”

after you said your vows, paige was walking up to kiss you until you stopped her. “not until we say i do!” she looked at you with shock but kissed your knuckles on both hands. she leaned her forehead on yours once more. “see you at the alter,” then watched as you walked back to the venue’s house.

she didn’t want to take her eyes off of you. just wanted to stand there and admire you.

౨ৎ during the dance, you reserved chick-fil-a as a surprise for paige. she ran to you and grabbed your face to kiss you all over. her and kk were fighting over who was going to be the first to be served. spoiler alert: you got served first since they were too busy bickering. when you were eating your nuggets, paige noticed you had ranch on the corner of your mouth and kissed it off of you.

౨ৎ once your reception was over and almost all of your wedding guests have left, you and paige danced one last dance. your heels were long gone and paige was very tipsy. she held you so close to her chest that you could hear her heartbeat. you felt the breeze against your skin and closed

your eyes. paige was slowly guiding you in a circle while humming the song.

she kisses your head and said, “my wife.”

tagging: @urantisocialgay because i know you’ve been asking for this (:

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[euphternal]

u gay girlys are SLEEPING on my wife… also im gonna start writing for her, so send in requests!!!!!

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[paigebueckersmommy]

safe word - p.b

paige bueckers x reader

warnings: overstimulation, eating out, use of safe word, smut with no plot at first , lowk kinda cute

a/n: this is horrible and it’s short this is like an imagine i think

“shit paige,” you moan out as paige’s tongue continues to work on your wetness. you had already came twice, but paige’s tongue felt to good for you to use your safe word, ‘basketball’.

her thumb continued to circle your clit as her tongue continued to move in your cunt. you felt yourself start to clench once again as a slur of curse words poured out of your mouth.

“shit shit P, c-close,” you say as you feel your self come undone under her a couple seconds later when you realize, she wasn’t planning on stopping.

she continues as you scream accidentally, “fuck, basketball,” posher immediately stands up from in between your legs wiping her chin as you try to catch your breath. “baby i’m so sorry are you okay” paige says, hands cupping your face. “yes, it was just to much i’m sorry.” you say looking at paige’s beautiful blue eyes. “your sorry? i’m sorry baby would’ve stopped sooner.” “no baby its okay.” you say as she kisses you gently.

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[mayghosts]

Paige Bueckers: Dating as Teamates Headcannons

Summary: You and Paige as teamates, and girlfriends!

Warnings: none really 😭 some references but nothing explicit!

✧. ┊  Deffinately a friends to lovers situation, the whole team was plotting to get you guys together for YEARS 😭

✧. ┊  Shes super protective of you during games, esp. if you're on the shorter side. If you get fouled shes immediately right by your side glaring the girl down.

✧. ┊  If y'all do scrimmages during practices, the tension will be intense. You're both very competitive and the competition will carry off the court (and into the bedroom iykwim 😏)

✧. ┊  Being the team parents and taking care of everyone on the team! KK def calls you guys mom and dad 🫶

✧. ┊  Her always looking for you during post game interviews.

✧. ┊  Driving home/back to dorms together after long practices and making dinner and doing homework together

✧. ┊  Geno never letting you guys room together at away games. Also trying to get your teamates to swap rooms so you guys can room togther

✧. ┊  Being known as an iconic basketball duo on the court by the media, and people having no idea you guys are dating

✧. ┊ Always doing her hair before games 💗

✧. ┊ Your teamates always flirt with you on purpose to try and make her jealous, (it only works 20% of the time, she usually dosen't even notice)

✧. ┊ Dates sometimes consist of just shooting around on the court and games of HORSE

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[sunkissed-zegras]

★ ATE (LITERALLY) ─── PB⁵

❪ requested -> "thinking abt paige x reader smut w a post-game win quickie in paiges car (featuring extra needy paige" ❫ for my lovely disco nonnie!! briefly inspired by so high school by tay-tay

─ pairing | paige bueckers x fem!reader

─ warnings | nsfw under the cut! read at your own discretion. just a whole lotta oral (paige receiving, for once, jeez)

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paige's lips found yours in a bruising kiss as she pushed you against the door of her car door, the neediness practically radiating off of her. she usually enticed by you after all of her games but tonight it seemed amplified, almost tenfold.

the taste of her urgency mingled with the rush of adrenaline as she pressed you against the door of her car, her hands grasping at your hips and waist as if she couldn't get close enough.

with a fervor born of longing and anticipation, you responded in kind, matching her passion with your own. the taste of her lips, the scent of her skin, the urgency of her touch ─ all of it ignited a fire within you that threatened to consume you both.

with reluctance, you gently broke away from paige's embrace, breathless and dizzy with the intensity of it all. "hey, uh... isn't there a team dinner, baby?"

"i can't go like this," paige's voice carried amusement but you could see the hunger in her expression. "we'll be quick, baby, please?"

paige's eyes, dark with desire, searched yours for a moment before a knowing smile curved her lips. she knew you couldn't resist her, nor did you want to. you didn't even have to say anything before paige opened the door to her backseat, practically shoving you in there.

with a hungry glint in her eyes, paige climbed in after you, her lips finding yours once more in a fervent kiss that left you breathless. the confined space of the car seemed to amplify the intensity of your connection, each touch and caress sending waves of pleasure through your body.

her lips began sucking on your neck harshly and you knew her goal was to leave a mark. you wanted to protest but you couldn't find the willpower to resist her, not when her touch ignited desire within you. surrendering to the overwhelming urge to feel her skin against yours, you let out a low whimper as paige's lips trailed along your neck, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses in their wake.

"oh god," you shut your eyes as she moved backward to pull you into her lap. you felt yourself grind against her shorts, your whole body shuddering with pleasure.

you pulled back from the kiss to gaze at your girlfriend, to admire how good she looked. she always had this post-game glow that made you go absolutely insane, it was as if the thrill of victory lingered on her skin, infusing every inch of her being with an undeniable attractiveness that left you breathless.

leaning in closer, you brushed your lips against hers in a soft, tender caress, savoring the taste of her desire on your tongue. "can i make you feel good?"

your voice came out quiet as paige let out a small laugh, "really, princess?"

"please, i wanna taste you," now you were the needy one, almost begging her to let you have a taste.

paige's expression turned from amused to adoration quickly, her eyes softening as her hand found your hair, pulling you into a harsh kiss. you both moaned into each others mouths as you fumbled with her basketball shorts.

"make it quick, baby," paige's voice came out breathless as slid off her shorts, her eyes solely focused on you.

you didn't waste any time, your lips attached to her pussy quickly as she let out a loud groan. her hands found your hair and gripped it tightly before she spread her legs, giving you more access.

you kept your eyes on her expression, taking in every shift in her features, every expression that danced across her face. your tongue moved fast, taking her instructions ─ you did everything you knew that she liked, that gave her the most pleasure.

your tongue began circling around her clit, causing a moan to escape her lips as she began grinding against you. her head fell back on the window as her hair began to stick to her forehead, her whole body beginning to shake with pleasure.

"that's right pretty girl, fuck. keep going, make me cum, baby," paige's voice came out as assertive as she could possibly muster, her hands pushing your head in deeper.

you let out a moan at that, closing your eyes to concentrate on the taste and the feeling of her. she kept her eyes on you as she bit her lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to leave her lips. "fuck yeah, good girl, oh fuck,"

paige felt herself draw close as she gripped your hair tighter, in an almost desperate gesture, as if trying to anchor herself to the moment, to the overwhelming rush of pleasure that consumed you both. her touch sent shivers down your spine, a delicious ache of desire that pulsed in time with the beating of your heart.

"oh fuck, i'm cumming," paige groaned out, her head falling back in pure bliss as she came. she rode her high on your face before she drew away slowly, her eyes still shut as you pulled away.

before you could process anything, her hand found your head to pull you into a rough kiss. you moaned into the kiss as she pulled you into her lap, to show her appreciation for you.

you pulled away to wipe your face with the back of your hand, earning a breathless laugh from your girlfriend.

"that was fucking hot," she mumbled as she took you in fully. "you're hot, you know that?"

you blushed under her gaze, feeling a rush of warmth flooding your cheeks at her words. with a shy smile, you lowered your gaze, unable to fully meet her intense stare.

but as paige's fingers gently lifted your chin, guiding your gaze back to meet hers, you found yourself drowning in the depths of her gaze once more. "look at me, princess, what's wrong? you were pretty heavy on the eye contact a few seconds ago, why you acting shy now?"

you rolled your eyes as you pulled away from her touch, a laugh escaping your lips. paige put on her basketball shorts before pulling out perfume from her bag, spraying a generous amount on her neck and wrists.

as paige leaned in to fasten her shorts, you couldn't help but admire the way her movements exuded a quiet confidence, a sense of self-assuredness that never failed to captivate you.

with a smirk, paige turned to you. "ready to head to that team dinner, princess?" she asked, her voice laced with anticipation. "or... are you full?"

"shut up, p. enough with these damn jokes-"

paige let out a loud annoyed groan as you both walked to the front and passenger seat, her irritation melting away into a playful grin as she playfully nudged your shoulder.

as you settled into the front and passenger seats of the car, paige's hand found yours, intertwining your fingers in a silent gesture of affection.

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[pbueckerslover]

treat you better - p.b.

warnings: smut, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), down baddd paige

pairing(s): paige bueckers x female!reader

summary: paige wants to show you what you’ve been missing out on.

you and paige have been best friends for as long as you can remember. you are always there for each other and there isn’t anything you two wouldn’t do for each other. for the past two years you have been dating your boyfriend, daniel. paige has always hated him and not just because she likes you, but she can tell that he’s just not good for you.

you were just with him and things did not go very well. you both screamed at each other for what felt like eternity because he wasn’t even paying attention to you when you were talking to him. you started going off on a tangent about how he’s never treated you right throughout your whole relationship and it ended with the two of you breaking up. once you get back home the first thing you do is breakdown, you can’t even believe what just happened but you know it’s for the better. not being able to control it your tears just keep streaming down your face. the only thing you can think of doing is texting paige.

you: hey i’m sorry to bother you but can i come over?

paige: hey ofc no worries! everything alright?

you: thanks, i’ll explain when i get there.

you try to freshen yourself up and grab a couple things before you head out the door. you start making your way to paige and once you get there you knock on the door. she opens it to see you with puffy eyes and immediately starts to worry. “hey! what’s going on?” she asks as i walk inside. i sit down on her bed and try to get the words out. “daniel broke up with me.” i say as i look down at the floor. “what? are you serious?” i look at her and nod. “shit… i’m so sorry. what happened?”

“we were hanging out and he was just being an asshole and it led to this whole argument, then he told me that we shouldn’t be together anymore because he can find someone better.” i say as i look back down to my feet trying to stop myself from crying in front of her. she walks over to me and kneels down in front of me. “i’m really sorry. he’s a fucking dick and you know he’s wrong right?” she says looking at me. i look up at her. “what do you mean?” i ask confused. “he could never find somebody better than you. he didn’t fucking deserve you and you’re the one who deserves better.” she says as she rests her hand on my cheek and makes me look into her eyes.

“you don’t mean that.” i say staring at her in disbelief. “yes i do. you are seriously the best person i’ve ever met and you deserve someone who will treat you like the only girl in the world.” i can’t even believe she’s saying this to me right now. “paige…” i whisper not really knowing what to say next. she moves from her spot and gets up to sit down next to me. “that’s just how i feel i just want you to know the way he treated you was not okay and you really deserve more.” she says looking at me again. “you know what? you’re so right!” i say as i lay down onto the bed. she copies my actions and lays down next to me. i turn to look at her, “thank you paige you’re the best.” i say smiling. “can i tell you something?” i ask her. “anything.” she replies. “he never even made me cum. not even once.” i say as i start to giggle.

“are you serious?” she asks as her jaw practically drops to the floor because how could he have someone like you and not even know how to make you feel good. “yeah… the only thing he would do is fuck me and i mean it’s nice or whatever but i would’ve liked other things too you know?” i say as i turn to look at her and she’s already looking at me. “so you’re telling me he never even eaten you out? or touched your boobs?” she asks and i start to blush a little because i didn’t realize how awkward having this conversation with her would be. “nope.” i say as i turn away from her trying to avoid eye contact. but suddenly she’s grabbing my face and making me look into her eyes again. we stare at each other for a second before she’s crashing her lips onto mine.

she starts to get more aggressive and before i know it she’s on top of me kissing down my neck. she starts to play with the hem of my shirt before asking if she can take it off. i nod as she slips the fabric over my head and stares at my tits in just my bra. “want to show you what you’ve been missing. i could treat you so much better than he ever did.” as soon as those words come out of her mouth she’s removing my bra and throwing it to the floor. she looks at me again, “this okay?” i nod but she’s not satisfied. “use your words baby.” she says and she grabs my cheek. “yes paige, please i want you to do anything you want to me.” i say and she starts to play with my nipples using her fingers. i let out a soft moan and soon her fingers are replaced with her mouth. she moves from my tits to my stomach kissing all the way down to the hem of my pants. “can i take these off?” she asks looking up at me. “yes baby please.” i say and she starts to remove my pants along with my underwear.

“god you’re so beautiful.” she says as she stares at me taking it all in. “been wanting this for so long.” she says. “me too paige.” i say looking down at her to see her smiling back at me. before i know it she’s kissing up my thighs and a second later her tongue is on my clit. “mmm feels so good paige.” i say as she starts to pick up the pace using her tongue and fingers to bring me to my climax. “you’re doing so good baby.” she says as she continues to swirl her tongue around my folds. “mm i’m gonna cum.” i say as a warning. “do it baby i want you to cum all over my fingers.” she whispers as i do just that, releasing all over her fingers.

she pulls away from me and moves to lay back down beside me. “you did so good ma.” she says as she looks at me out of breath. “paige.. that was fucking amazing.” i say as she smiles at me. “‘m glad baby i told you you deserve so much better.” she says as she places a kiss to my forehead. i smile at her as she wraps her arms around me.

“thank you paige.” i whisper into her ear as i rest my head into the nuzzle of her neck. “just want you to be happy.” she replies and rubs her hands up and down my back.

“could only ever be happy with you.” i say as i start to fall asleep. she places another kiss to my forehead and minutes later we’re both sleeping.

notes: hope you guys enjoyed!! it took me like 3 days to finish this but i’m happy to finally be posting it! lmk if you have any more suggestions for paige fics bc i love writing them 💌💌

dividers - @cafekitsune <3

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[lettersofalover]

-> play no games | paige b.

paige b. x black!masc!fem!reader

genre: suggestive, flirty, back and forth

summary: when you entered the transfer portal, it was all anyone could talk about. when it came to the light that you were choosing paige’s rival, it somehow made her want you even more.

warnings: blood tw, mentions of vomiting, curse words, argumentative/tense moments

authors note: loosely edited & proof read - apologizes in advance and will be done soon :)

you took it in stride and found a rhythm in the middle of the third quarter, finally beginning to feel like yourself. your teammates were communicating and taking chances on possessions, creating more turnover opportunities and creating space for you to score. you called out to your teammate to watch for paige coming up from the middle as you recognized the play as it was unfolding. your teammate wasn’t paying attention so you ran towards paige yourself, hoping you could stop her before she went on a another hot streak. if she began scoring consistently, all the momentum would be lost.

in the midst of the play, someone knocked the ball out of her hands and it sent both of you diving to get possession of it. you were certain you had more space but you were wrong. you and paige collided with each other awkwardly, leaving you sprawled on your back and she fell on top of you. instinctively you caught her to keep her own head hitting the floor. you couldn’t help but wince at the force of her body weight flipping onto your own.

“fuck, man.” you choked out and the hot taste of blood filled your mouth. you either busted your lip completely took a chunk out of your cheek. you weren’t able to draw any conclusions as your focus was entirely on trying to catch the breath that had been knocked out of you and how paige’s body felt flushed against yours.

“oh god, i’m so sorry.” paige said weakly, pushing her self off of you. you thought she looked cute as she panicked and you gave a reassuring smile, which she caught but turned away from. you felt the familiar throbbing sensation begin creeping up the back of your head - a concussion. you’d been told too many times that since you suffered from two serious concussions back to back, that you had to be more careful. there was nothing careful about the way you played basketball. you weren’t reckless, you constantly argued. you were intentionally strong and defensive in your game - no one could get past you. it was what you got scouted to begin with and that wasn’t going to change - never changed for anyone.

paige couldn’t believe her eyes and she was actually embarrassed by the whole ordeal - it was an unfortunate and overly dramatic accident but it warranted the crowd to go absolute insane against you. it’s not her fault, she thought. paige felt unsettled as she scanned your face for a moment, unsure of what to do. you clearly took a rough fall. she found herself standing quickly to help you up, her eyes widened at the trickle of blood on streaming down your face and on your jersey. she was surprised that you took the hand she offered and pulled yourself off the ground. you locked your fingers over your head, titled it backwards and took in a gulp of air.

you bent over for a moment and looked up to find a disgruntled paige standing in front of you, not bearing any weight on her knee - her previous injured knee. she looked like she was going to vomit at any second.

“you need to sit down, right now.” you ordered, not giving her a chance to speak. you wrapped an arm around her midsection, slowly helping her to the floor. “put your head down and breathe.” she put her head between her knees and did as she was told but it was obvious there was still panic rising up into her chest.

“you’re okay, it’s going to be okay.” you calmly repeated. the referees called for a timeout and both teams’ trainers were half-way across the floor before the whistle was even finished. you didn’t leave her side even as the trainers surrounded her and began badgering her with questions - one trying to get you as well, but you brushed them off. you could feel her teammates crowding around to get a look paige. you ignored the murmurings from the other girls making slick comments and focused your attention on paige. she nodded yes or no to each question the trainer asked and before she could, she turned her head to look at you.

“you’re bleeding.” she said, just now noticing the blood trickling down you chin.

" 's ok." you assured her and you stroked her back tenderly to give her more comforting physical feeling to focus on. between the hisses of pain she let out when her trainer moved her leg and the scorching jolt of dizziness clouding you, you knew it was over for you both - you both were going to pulled from the game. you’d came to terms with your issues on your own time but now, all your focus, was on paige.

paige couldn’t think straight with the trainers talking to her, the aching pain in her knee, and you rubbing her back so gently. you were around her age, tatted, with the perfect balance of masculine and feminine and a voice so velvety smooth it put anyone in a trance and it had her in shambles. the feeling of you beside her and encouraging her was just as intense emotionally as it was physically. she had a crush on you. she always did.

then.

“i think she’s in for a rude awakening once she steps into this conference.”

“you know people’s attitudes and egos proceed them and i don’t doubt that she will warm up to people as time goes on.”

“she’s got the mentality of detroit pistons, the whole bad boys era, from the tattoos to her style. i love it. i mean when was the last time we saw a black girl, a woman, point blank period, be the type of player she is without forcing it?”

“she’s arrogant man, i don’t like it.” the final pundit said before the clip switched over to you sitting at a presser after you decided to enter the transfer portal. no one could really put a finger on what team you would join.

“what do you think of people saying that you aren’t as big of a threat as you portray yourself to be?”

“i don’t.”

“pardon?” the journalist asked.

“i don’t think of any of those girls at all. just here to play basketball.” your gaze was unwavering and it caused the journalist to ramble in clear discomfort.

“how do you feel about the recent media coverage where teams have said that you didn’t necessarily fit the likeness of their team?” the next journalist prodded.

“honestly, whether i play for them or against them - they can’t stop me from being myself.” you said with a straight face. paige’s heart thumped twice as hard and she propped herself up on her elbows to get a clearer view of the screen - as if that would change what she just heard. after that day, she checked your Instagram on a regular basis, hoping to get a glimpse of your heavily guarded life. she was too scared to follow you so she opted for looking at your socials from her personal, private account for friends and family.

now.

paige’s team followed her lead across the court back to the respective dressing rooms, crossing paths with the south carolina players. whereas everyone else intermingled and made small talk, kk and a player from your squad started to go at it. paige immediately came to kk’s defense which seemed to spark your interest. your demeanor changed from calm to deadly in a second - you weren’t aggressive as all the pundits made you out to be, but you were protective and threatening. you made good on your promises when it came to dealing with your teammates.

“yo, kk chill.” paige said and she pushed kk away gently. the last thing this game needed was technical fouls after such a disastrous first half. kk was jawing away at the other girl who was not being held back by you at all, but she as simply being blocked by your stance in front of her. you didn’t say a word but you locked eyes with paige as a warning, begging for kk to test her, to try it - but beneath the fierce gaze, you were silently pleading to her to get the situation under control.

once the situation was settled, you passed paige and you met her curious eyes and held her gaze making her cheeks flood with heat. she couldn’t help but drop her head to stare and the floor. she greeted a few fans and tried to shake it off the tense energy. you were following behind her on orders to go the uconn doctor and not you own. she let her curiosity get the best of her and her eyes went back to you - where you were a few steps behind, your eyes locked on her with blood still trickling down your face. there was a bit of it on your lip and you used your tattooed fingers to wipe at it, your eyes never leaving hers.

—

“i’m sorry about all that, out there.” paige had finally mustered up the nerve to say something to you. you say beside her on one of the rehab table. you were allowed to lay down so you sat upright with your head tilted back on the head rest, your eyes closed. you open your eyes and turned your head with confusion.

“stop apologizing, shit happens.” you said and returned to previous position.

“yeah but the fans were being assholes and kk, ugh, kk has this temper…” she began to over explain and you raised a hand to stop her.

“that just the game mamas,” you turned your head once more and smiled at her, “and I don’t know who you but I fucking hate when people play it safe. we aren’t here to look cute. we’re here to ball and i don’t mind a bit of physicality.” paige laughed at your statement.

“you ain’t minding it because you’re ass is strong as hell.” she countered and motioned to your body. “seriously how much do you lift?”

“how many days or what’s my pr?” you asked for clarification.

“see. that’s all i need to hear.” paige laughed and you laughed along with her.

“but seriously, don’t sweat it. you’re one of the best ballers out right now.”

“thanks, ‘ppreciate it.” she said with a small smile.

“i was about to light your ass up though. you got lucky.” you teased and you saw her blush but she countered back with a jab of her own.

“whatever you say mamas.” she teased back b

——

“how did the altercation with bueckers change the game?” the journalist asked, “was there any issues? everyone is curious about what happened when you guys went to the doctor.”

you cleared your throat and leaned back in your seat, your legs spread, moving in and out. a bad habit but it helped answer the badgering questions.

“everything was cool. there’s no issues.”

“what about the altercation?”

“there’s no reason to continue to bring it up.”

“the team seemed tense after you left the floor, they look to you for guidance due to being a transfer player who came from a different type of ball.”

“they weren’t tense. they were locked in, competitive. don’t discredit them with as if they can’t handle playing without me and i think paige can attest to this - we aren’t the only two people on these teams. they are more than capable of playing and winning. just like we did tonight and will continue to do when we play uconn.”

“what did you and paige discuss?”

“that stays between us.” you deadpanned and the journalist seemed to deflate. “but i will say that paige is one of my favorite players. i watched her a lot when i was in d3 before, she’s the kind of person you want in your life for more than just ball. she’s cool.”

—

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paigefan1: am i tripping or did paige blush when the journalist mention what y/n said about her after the game

paigefan2: not blondie having a cruuuushhh

paigefan1: honestly how could she not, y/n is fine as hell

paigefan3: it’s giving enemies to lovers type shit

paigefan1: and she’s in her comments too 🤫

paigefan2: what? where?!

paigefan1: on y/n’s last post.

—

yn.official: my girls had to walk em like a dog, without me. never letting up, we going back to back 🤞🏽

southcarolinawbb: period

paigefan1: no, paige i really get it

paigefan2: hate south carolina but damn

teammate1: can’t touch you on their best day

teammate2: my favorite sushi without me

yn.official replied: you too busy for me these days

paigebueckers: we ready for you

yn.official replied: you not ready for me tho 🫢

paigefan3: oh paige is down BAD

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[sikecure]

Movie Night At Home - Paige Bueckers

paige bueckers x fem!reader

genre: fluff

authors note: this is short but I hope u like it :)

obs: english isn't my first language.

"Love?" Y/n hears her girlfriend calling from the living room. You head down the stairs and find her sprawled on the couch. "Hey princess, can we just relax at home today?" Paige asks, opening her arms for you to embrace.

Y/n smiles and snuggles up with her girlfriend. "Of course, baby, we can have a movie night."

Paige agrees with the idea, and you both start arranging the couch with fluffy pillows and warm blankets, creating the perfect atmosphere for a cozy evening.

"I'll prepare some snacks, babe, be right back." Paige says and plants a kiss on your lips.

Y/n watches as her girlfriend prepares a variety of snacks including homemade popcorn, some freshly baked cookies, and plenty of candies. Y/n takes the opportunity to prepare some refreshing drinks.

"I'm excited." Y/n comments as the two girls settle on the couch, looking forward to the movie night ahead.

Paige grabs the remote and starts browsing through various movie options. "Can we watch a horror movie?" Paige asks, and Y/n looks at her.

"No, baby, you know I'm scared. Let's watch a romance instead." Y/n suggests.

"Okay, but can we watch a comedy afterwards?" Paige says, and you agree with a smile. "Come here darling." The blonde girl calls you and wraps her arm around Y/n, pulling you closer as you both hug under the blanket.

With the lights dimmed and the movie starting, you snuggle up next to Paige, feeling the comforting warmth of your girlfriend. You share laughs, sighs, and comments about the movie, creating precious memories together.

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[endeline]

Let The Light In: Part 2

Part 1 Part 3

Words: 1,598

Pairing: Paige Bueckers/Media Manager! Reader

Warnings: Angst, Friends to enemies to lovers (but the reader doesn’t know why they’re enemies), reader is actually so in the wrong, slow burn.

“Is that Paige Bueckers?” The guy sitting next to you nudges your elbow, his eyes fixated on your computer screen. 

He didn’t need to ask you to confirm that it was her, as if the massive ‘5’ on her jersey and those unmistakable blonde braids didn’t provide enough context clues. But, you indulge him anyways, turning back to the screen of your laptop as if you need to double check who’s picture you’re editing, before giving him an affirmative hum and re-focusing your attention on the exposure curve that’s been giving you trouble all morning. 

Seemingly unbothered by your lackluster reply, he leans out of his seat, inching closer, and letting out a sharp whistle as he gets a better view “damn, that’s good. You take it?” 

“All mine.” You reply hastily, reaching over to pat the camera bag next to you.

“Are you on the media team or something then?”

You just nod, casting a quick glance in his direction while his eyes stays fixated on the image of the girl on your screen until you swear you can see drool forming in the corners of his mouth. 

“You know this should go up on the posters they have around campus” he says, finally leaning back into his chair. 

It’s almost like he knows that stroking your ego is surefire way to get you to soften up. 

You turn to him, a hint of a smile playing on your lips now; “if you think that you should go check them out next week, there might be a few changes you'd like.”

An impressed look passes briefly over his face before returning to a cocky smirk. “You know, you’re doing her a favor, she looks way hotter in this than the ones that are up right now.”  

Guard all the way back up, you turn to him, doing very little to hide your disgust. Without a word, you scoop up your belongings and move to another spot, eager to distance yourself far, far away from him.

Your new spot is near a window, which you’d normally avoid since you need to see your computer screen clearly while editing, and sunlight wouldn’t help with that. However, when a blonde woman walked by, hand in hand with her toddler who was clearly fighting off sleep with a blankie draped over her shoulders, you couldn't resist the urge to get as close to the all-too-familiar scene, taking a seat next to the largest window.

----

"Hey, you awake?” Paige's voice is barely audible over the soothing hum of the air conditioner. You’re half asleep, nestled comfortably beneath the blankets, and all you can manage is a low, affirmative hum in response.

"I can't sleep," she whispers again, this time poking your cheek to ensure you’re paying attention. 

"Count sheep.” 

A loud groan echoes through the bedroom as Paige turns over to face you. 

“We should do something." 

You pretend not to hear her, keeping your eyes shut. 

“Wake up, wake up, wake up” she intones, pulling the covers off your chest as she sits up in the bed. 

"Let's go for a drive."

You peek one eye open, glaring at her. "Paige, please, for the love of God, just let me sleep." She keeps her mouth shut, but you can feel her gaze on you as you pull the covers back over yourself. 

After two blissful minutes of silence, a soft "please" brings you back to consciousness. Opening your eyes fully now, you stare at her.

"Paige, I'm really tired." 

"I'll let you have the aux, and you can bring your blanket," she offers, nudging your shoulder gently, trying to coax you out of bed.

With narrowed eyes, you meet her gaze, her face is illuminated by the moonlight streaming through your open blinds, and with just that one glance, any remaining sibilance of a resolve is shattered.

"An hour tops, and if I fall asleep again, you can't wake me up until we're home." 

A soft smile crosses her face. "Deal." 

Before you really know what’s happening Paige has an arm wrapped around you, practically skipping as she drags you, half asleep and wrapped in a quilt, through the parking lot to her car. She turns your seat heater on, connects your phone to the car, and lets you choose a playlist before pulling out onto the main road, interlocking your fingers, and letting your hands rest on the center console.

"Dude, come on, really?" she groans as your sleep playlist begins and the sounds of an artificial rainstorm flood the car. 

"I'm going back to sleep," Is all you can manage to say in your fatigued state, leaning your head against the window and shutting your eyes once again. 

You don’t wake up again until sunlight has begun to shine through the trees lining highway, urging you to peek your eyes open, the gentle shake of the car almost lulling you back to sleep before you realize where you are. 

"Paige, you've got to be kidding me," you groan out after catching a glance at the 6:45 A.M. flashing on the car’s dashboard. She looks at you briefly, a sheepish look passing over her face. "You're awake." 

“I am.” You respond, not doing anything to hide your anger.  “Where the hell are we, Bueckers?" You ask before turning to look at her. 

As your eyes meet hers, a soft “Oh” escapes your lips, and suddenly, where you are doesn't matter anymore. 

With your camera, you could have captured every detail—the way the morning light seemed to dance across her blonde hair, the delicate shadows her eyelashes threw across her under-eyes, mingling with the dark circles from a restless night. She looked beautiful.

It could be the best picture you'd ever taken of her. - And if you hadn’t been so clueless and absorbed in your art, you’d probably be paying a lot more attention to the miserable expression across your best friends face instead of the light that was hitting her perfectly.

"Wait, hold still," you whisper, your tone softening as you reach for your phone and point the camera at her. “Just let me get this shot.”

____

It takes a few seconds for you to dig your phone out of the bottom of your backpack where it had been left it in an effort to prevent distractions, but once you’ve found it you waste no time in opening the favorites album in your camera roll, holding up the image from that morning next to the one on your laptop. 

‘Oh’

Side by side, the pictures are nearly identical. 

Without realizing it, the two of you had recreated the last picture you had taken of her before the two of you stopped talking, before she stopped talking to you. 

In this new version, a stark black backdrop replaced blurry trees seen through a car window, and artificial orange and pink lights substituted the natural sunlight. In each image, her expression remained unchanged—those firm glares and pursed lips staring back at you from both screens. A heaviness settled in your chest as you set the phone aside and shut down Lightroom.

‘I’m not doing this right now.’

It was undeniable that you still missed her, even though the two of you had barely spoken in the past year. And despite all of your friends telling you that you should be furious at her for essentially ghosting you, your feelings haven’t changed. 

Pure, unbridled misery. That’s the only way to really describe it.

The day you realized your best friend wasn’t ever going to respond to the 20+ ‘read’ texts and missed calls from your attempts to reach her was one of the worst days of your life. 

----

Paige had just gotten the OK to return to campus after her ACL surgery, you had been on your way to try and visit her when Azzi had knocked on your dorm room door. 

“Oh, were you on your way out?” She had questioned, seeing your outfit and the purse in your hands. 

“I was gonna go check up on Paige I heard she was back.” Pausing before you add, “actually I’ve been meaning to ask if you had heard from her? She hasn’t gotten back to me yet and I’ve called like a million times.” You ask, forcing a chuckle to mask the stress bubbling beneath your words.

Azzi's expression hardens, her eyes avoiding yours. "Listen," she begins, her voice heavy with reluctance, "that's actually what I came to talk to you about."

"Oh?" Your voice rises slightly, a mix of confusion and apprehension.

She takes a deep breath, steadying herself. "Paige doesn’t want you reaching out to her right now. She needs to focus on getting healthy again."

"Oh." The word escapes your lips softly, tinged with hurt and disbelief, as the weight of her words settles in your chest.

----

The memory fades but the unmistakable hurt is still coursing through you as you close your eyes for a moment, letting yourself breathe.

It had been a mistake to let your guard down.

“You good?”

The voice you’ve been longing to hear for the past year interrupts your thoughts, sending a familiar pang through your chest as you look up, locking eyes with the blonde, her brows raised as she looks down on you with an unreadable expression. 

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[euphternal]

GUYS…

#ellie williams #tlou ellie #ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou x reader #tlou #ellie tlou #paige bueckers fanfic #paige bueckers fic #paige bueckers fanfiction #paige bueckers fluff #paige buckets #paige x reader #paige bueckers smut #paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers #paige bueckers headcannon #paige bueckers x oc

[paigebueckersmommy]

paige x hairstylist gf head cannons

paige bueckers x hairstylist reader

warnings: a teensy bit suggestive

will literally just sit in the waiting room of the salon and admire u

absoutley LOVESSSS when you do her hair

like she is on her knees for you to do her hair

u and kayla are the teams designated hairstylists for game day and just in general 💀

tried to do your hair once and miserably failed

”oh paige! it’s uhm.. perfect”

will let u practice any hairstyle or anything on her

ur regular clients love paige

u always watch paige’s games on the tv in the salon if you can’t make it bc of work and ur clients laugh at how into it you get

a/n: sorry these were really short idk what else to put

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[sunkissed-zegras]

𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈'𝐌 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐓 ─ PB⁵ ft. UCONN WBB MANAGER

౨ৎ ─ summary | this is taking place pre-relationship! paige apologizes for distancing herself after her injury. this can be read by itself but i would highly recommend reading my headcanons first so you have a bit of context!

─ word count | 1.1k

─ warnings | paige's injury, mention of tension/pettiness, the reader and p weren't on good terms for a while.

─ ev's notes |

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THE KNOCK ON your apartment door was sharp and slightly unexpected, your expression turning confused and slightly annoyed.

KK and Ice had left your apartment almost an hour ago, could they really be back already? You sighed before closing your laptop, getting up to open the door only to be met with the person she least expected to be there.

Paige, in all her glory ─ crutches and everything.

You couldn't really explain exactly what happened to prompt Paige to begin acting weird, but she was. She had been, for a while now and you didn't really know why. This was almost two months before her injury so you couldn't even use that as an excuse; she just was.

Despite her efforts to create distance, you couldn't help but worry about her. After all, you had grown close and you even considered her to be one of your best friends at some point, but right now you really didn't know what your relationship was. And of course when she got injured, you made it your mission to take care of her, offering support and comfort whenever she needed it.

But no matter how hard you tried, she always pushed you away. You didn't understand it, you didn't even know why ─ so eventually, you just gave up.

As Paige stood at your doorstep, a whirlwind of emotions seemed to flash across her face. You ushered her in quickly, noticing the slight grimace of pain as she maneuvered on her crutches.

Before you could even begin to speak, she began to talk. "Look, I'm sorry."

You stared back at her, taken aback by her sudden apology. This whole thing had been happening for three months, and even after the millionth time you tried fixing the issue, she continued to act distant with you. It was frustrating and disheartening, to say the least. You had racked your brain trying to understand what went wrong, what could've caused Paige to pull away, but you always came up empty-handed.

"I'm sorry for being a bitch, especially the other night," Paige's voice was devoid of any of the usual excitement she had, it didn't even sound like her.

You couldn't really blame her though, she had just suffered a potentially season-ending injury and the weight of it all seemed to be pressing down on her shoulders. Despite her usual extroverted energy, Paige appeared diminished, her usual spark dulled by the frustration.

You felt a pang of sympathy as you looked at her, realizing the immense toll her injury must be taking on her both physically and emotionally. It wasn't just about missing games or the possibility of a season-ending setback; it was about the loss of something she loved, something that defined her in many ways.

"No, it's okay. Don't even apologize, I get it," you said softly, your voice laced with empathy. "I shouldn't have pushed you, especially with your injury and all,"

"You were just trying to help, I really am sorry," Paige mumbled as she sighed. "I've been so caught up in my own anger that I haven't stopped to think about how it's affecting everyone else, especially you."

You frowned at her words, your heart aching for her. You had been there; the exact moment it happened and you almost couldn't believe it, all the pettiness from the previous months were thrown out the window as you ran to her side.

You moved closer to her, wanting to offer her some comfort. "Please, don't stress yourself out about it. I just wanted you to get better and... well, I just wanted my best friend back," you let out a nervous chuckle as you spoke.

Paige finally met your gaze, her eyes watery and red as she sniffled. She felt ashamed, she couldn't believe that she let anything get in the way of her relationship with you.

"P, it's okay," you said gently, reaching out to wipe away her tears. "I understand why you've been feeling the way you have. And I want you to know that I'm not going anywhere. I'll always be here for you, through the good times and the bad."

Paige sniffled, leaning into your touch as if seeking comfort. "I'm really, really sorry, Y/N. I've been such a mess lately, I missed you."

You could practically feel the exhaustion radiating off of her as you sighed. Without any hesitation, holding her close as if trying to shield her from the weight of the world. Paige buried her face into your shoulder, her body trembling with pent-up emotion as she finally allowed herself to release the weight she had been carrying.

"You don't have to apologize, P," you whispered, your voice filled with warmth and reassurance. "I've missed you too, more than you'll ever know. But more than anything, I just want you to be okay."

Paige buried her face in your shoulder, her breath hitching as she let out a shaky sigh. "I'm trying, Y/N. I really am."

You held her tighter, offering her the comfort and support she so desperately needed. "I know you are, Paige. And I'm here for you every step of the way. We'll get through this together."

Paige nodded against your shoulder, her breaths coming out in ragged sighs as she let herself be comforted by your embrace. In that moment, the walls she had built around herself seemed to crumble as she let go of all her fears.

Paige spoke up again, her tears soaking into the fabric of your shirt. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Y/N. You've always been there for me, even when I didn't deserve it."

"That's what I'm here for, right?" You replied, tightening your hold around her.

Eventually, Paige pulled back slightly, her eyes red and puffy but filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Y/N. I don't know what I'd do without you."

You gave her a gentle smile, brushing a stray tear from her cheek. "You don't have to do anything alone, Paige. I'm here for you, always. Are you hungry?"

She was slightly taken aback as she let out a soft chuckle. "Sure, yeah. What's on the menu tonight?"

You smiled back at her, feeling yourself fall back into the natural swing of things. "Mac and cheese, if you're up for it?"

"Hey, it's a thanksgiving food! It's kinda fitting the vibe, don't ya think?" Paige's voice came out hoarse but you could see the amusement in her red-brimmed eyes.

With a gentle arm around her shoulders, you guided Paige to the kitchen, mindful of her injury. As you worked together to prepare the meal, the tension that had been weighing heavily between you seemed to dissipate, replaced by a sense of familiarity.

However, you could still sense a little tension in the air ─ but you decided that issue was for another day.

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