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hello everyone! itâs lyricii or lyric but for those who donât know my real name isnât lyric but that isnât what weâre here for!
most of you guys got a dm asking with your permission if i can post you on my account and your probably asking what is it about well itâs about this with a heavy heart and with a lot of time to think about this decision iâve decided to end my journey with tumblr even though iâve this account for half of year! iâve grown so much as not only as a writer but as a fan and as friend so i want to thank everyone whoâs been supporting since the beginning, middle, end of my journey and itâs not me closing this book but i do want to reopen it sometime in the future but iâm not sure when and i also wanted to say i love and appreciate everyone on this account and i hope you understand where iâm coming from and to even my haters thank you for being traction to my account even though you were hating and weâve hit many crazy milestones with everyone who follows or doesnât follow me on this account ex: would be me hitting 800+ followers and just surpassing this numbers for being a new account and i just wanted to express my love for basketball and sports since â09 which kinda makes me look old, but i wanted to come on here to say thank you to everyone and i wanted to give a special thanks to my mutuals down below:
@hgeldin8 - my gemini twin, whom is my twin even though theyâre old as hell (but we both know youâre not that old) and yes they know i had to tell you even in this post love you dearly and thank you for everything no words can explain or express how much i appreciate you! i also canât wait to see you in person soon đ
@nonchalantfinalboss7 - one of my early moots if i remember correctly but our love just love it and again no words can describe it and friendship is something i will keep forever! đ
@mikoxbueckers- another of my early moots and you putting me on with young miko was fun and you being a commentator on my post and boom a friendship blossomed and it was so fun to see you as not only a commentator but as a friend i dearly cherish that!
@starlettsc4rlett - another one of my favourite commentators and us just yapping about the random things on both tiktok and message girl youâre hilarious and thank you for not being a gatekeeper! đ
@imadethiscauseiwasbored - you just found me and we been interlock like that and iâm obsessed with you and your wattpad stories very underrated writer on the app! đ
@procrastwriterr - love their writing skills and talent is needs more credit if you love wnba and iâve always been a fan of them since god knows how long! đ
@runfor-roses - i remember i made a post of how one of my favorite writers liked my post and thatâs how me and this creator became fast friends and i would never change that for the world and i still love their content and just rereading! đ
@marrymekatemartin - again another person whoâs writing is unrrated and i also remember that i was and is a fan of this creator and i enjoy their content and will continue to until my last breath and thanks to them since thatâs the first account i followed for wnba content! đ§Ą
@pollywitah - my favorite rebloger i enjoy seeing your notifications with what reblogs you have to say with your comment they crack me up and i enjoy them all the time and it makes me giggle! đ
@itsfoggyoutthere - me and you go wayyy with our mutual hate for a player that everyone loves and itâs so funny and iâm so glad that you understand why and i love how we just yap about that and random other shit! đ€
@analoveswbb - ana i love that we both love grace knox and you being the one to convince in a positive way to turn that grace knox story into a full blown story i really appreciate it, if it wasnât for you i wouldnât have posted it on my wattpad so thank you! đ
@/brilliantdarling (canât tag them) - i also enjoyed seeing your reblog for burn for you it was hands down one of my favourite works and to see that others like you and @/belovedwbb enjoyed it made my whole week so thank you as well! đ
@belovedwbb - i also love your reblogs with the comments the reblogs and my favorite one that you rebloged was âburn for youâ and i will cherish the reblogs and your feedback it was enjoyable and i still look forward to seeing your notifications! đ€
@julieluvspb - we barely dm but when we do or text in my comments itâs always fun and i enjoy my time cause i feel loved (in some ways if that makes sense) by your replies and i enjoy seeing them or going back to see them! đ
and to anyone else who isnât mention just know that i appreciate and love you wether you been here since me changing my layout three hundred times or writing everyday to once a week or wherever youâve been in with this account just know i love you and i hope you know that isnât good bye but itâs a see you later and again i love you guys and thank you for everything and 800 followers and i hope that we can all cry together in this post!
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pairing: dallaswings!paige!dating!childhoodsweethearts x reader!dating!childhoodsweethearts
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summary: sometimes it takes losing something that was never yours to realize youâve already built a life youâre not ready to let go ofâand maybe, finally, you donât have to.
thereâs something soft about the way the evening was supposed to unfold, something almost fragile in how carefully it had been planned, like if you moved too fast or spoke too loud it might crack under the weight of expectation paige had always been like that with youânot fragile, never fragile, but intentional in a way that made even the smallest things feel chosen, like every step forward in your life together had been something she reached for with both hands.Â
from senior year hallways and shared glances that lingered too long, to late nights at uconn where the world felt too big and too fast until you found each other again, to draft night where your hands shook harder than hers when her name was called and she just laughed, pulled you into her, whispered âwe did itâ like it had always been the two of you carrying that moment together.
every milestone had your fingerprints on it, just like she had hers on yours, something steady and unspoken threading through everything youâd built so of course the night was planned, of course it was thoughtful, because thatâs how paige loved youâquietly, consistently, in ways that didnât need to be loud to mean everything.
sheâd made the reservation days agoâone of those quiet dallas spots tucked between glass buildings and warm streetlights, the kind where the air smells faintly like expensive perfume and wine you pretend to understand, where conversations blur into a low hum and everything feels just a little more intimate than it should, like the world has been dimmed down to just the two of you.Â
she shows up with flowers, of course she does, because five years in and she still treats you like the first time you said yes, like thereâs still something to win, something to prove, even though sheâs had you for so long now.Â
theyâre not dramatic flowers either, nothing loud or overwhelming, just something small and thoughtful, your favorite without you ever having to remind her, the kind of detail that lives in the quiet corners of love where most people forget to look and for a second, when she hands them to youâfingers brushing yours, that familiar warmth settling into your chest like something youâve memorized so deeply it feels instinctiveâyou think this is it, this is the life you built, easy and steady and yours in a way that doesnât ask questions, in a way that feels complete without needing to prove itself to anyone else.
âyou look pretty.â she says, casual, like it doesnât mean anything, like she hasnât just tilted your entire night with something so simple.
you roll your eyes, but youâre already smiling, already giving in the way you always do, because loving her has never been something youâve known how to resist. âyou say that every time.â
âbecause itâs always true.â
and god, you hate how she still makes your heart trip over itself like that, like five years hasnât taught it how to be normal around her, like it still stumbles and rushes and forgets how to breathe properly. five years of this, of her hand finding yours under tables without thinking, of late-night practices turning into conversations that stretch until the sky starts to lighten and neither of you remembers how they started, of learning each other in pieces and then all at once, of dallas becoming home in a way you didnât expect when she first signed with the wings, when everything felt temporary and uncertain and a little too fast.Â
you were there for all of it, every shift, every doubt, every quiet victory that didnât make headlines but meant everything anyway as five years of building something quiet and solid, something people look at and assume must already have the next step planned out, because thatâs what they always ask, isnât it, at every reunion, every holiday, every passing comment that lingers just a second too long.
so, when are you two having kids? it settles into you even now, tucked somewhere in the back of your mind like a splinter you stopped trying to pull out, something small but constant, something that only really hurts when you press on it too hard.
you donât get to sit with it long, though, because your phone buzzes against the table, sharp and sudden and out of place in a night that was supposed to be smooth, once, then twice, then again, insistent in a way that pulls your attention whether you want it or not you frown, glancing down at the screen, and paige notices immediatelyâshe always does, her expression shifting just slightly, her focus narrowing in on you like the rest of the room has fallen away, like nothing else matters once something feels off with you.
âeverything okay?â
you donât answer right away, because the message doesnât make sense at first, not really, your brain catching on certain words but refusing to piece them togetherâyour sisterâs name, hospital, emergency, can you take her and your stomach drops before your thoughts can fully catch up, before you can make it something manageable instead of something that feels too big all at once.
âhey,â paige leans forward now, voice softer, steadier, grounding in a way you didnât realize you needed. âwhat is it?â
you swallow, reading it again like it might change, like the words might rearrange themselves into something less urgent, less real, but they donât, they stay exactly as they are, heavy and immediate and impossible to ignore.
âmyââ your voice catches, and you hate that it does, hate how quickly the calm slips through your fingers. âmy brother-in-lawâs in the hospital. something with his appendix, they think. my sisterâs with him butââ you pause, exhaling shakily, trying to keep your thoughts from tangling over each other. âthey need someone to take lila.â
lila, your niece, four years old with soft curls that never quite stay in place and bright, curious eyes that seem to hold more emotion than they should at that age, with sticky hands that always reach for yours the second she sees you like youâre something steady in her world, something she doesnât have to question paige doesnât hesitate, not even for a second, not even long enough to consider what this does to the night she planned so carefully or how long sheâs been looking forward to it.
âokay,â she says, already pulling her phone out, already shifting gears like itâs the easiest thing in the world. âweâll go get her.â
we, itâs always we, always something shared, something that belongs to both of you without needing to be defined as you blink at her, still caught somewhere between the life you were about to have for the night and the one thatâs suddenly replaced it.
âpaige, the reservationââ
âwe can cancel.â
âthe flowersââ
she shrugs, like itâs nothing, even though you know better, even though you saw the way she checked the time earlier, making sure everything would line up perfectly. âsheâs more important.â
just like that, the night shifts, not in a way that feels like itâs falling apart, but in a way that feels like itâs being rewritten, reshaped into something you didnât plan but somehow still fits just as naturally as anything you would have chosen.
lila answers the door in mismatched socks and a t-shirt that hangs too big on her small frame, eyes lighting up the second she sees you like youâve just given her the best surprise she couldâve asked for.
âauntie!â she launches herself at you, small arms wrapping around your legs, and whatever tension was sitting in your chest melts instantly, replaced by something warmer, something easier that you didnât even realize you needed.
âhey, bug,â you murmur, crouching down to pull her close, pressing a quick kiss to her hair that smells faintly like whatever shampoo your sister bought last. âmissed me already?â
âyes,â she says, completely serious, like itâs the most obvious thing in the world, like thereâs no version of reality where she wouldnât.
paigeâs hand settles at the small of your back, steady and familiar, grounding you without drawing attention to itself. âhey, lila,â she adds, softer, and lila turns immediately, her grin somehow widening.
âpaigey!â
thatâs when it becomes obviousâimmediately, overwhelmingly obvious that you are not the favorite this weekend, not even close, not even competing. because the second paige crouches a little, opening her arms just slightly, lila doesnât even hesitate before reaching for her instead, abandoning you mid-hug like you were just a checkpoint on the way to where she actually wanted to be.Â
paige laughs, surprised but easy about it, lifting her up like she belongs there, like sheâs always belonged there, and lila just melts into her, small arms wrapping around her neck like sheâs not planning on letting go anytime soon.
âhi, paigey,â she says again, softer this time, like it means more up close, like sheâs been waiting specifically for this part while you let out a quiet, offended huff. âokay. wow. i see how it is.â
lila doesnât even look at you not once.
sheâs too busy pressing her cheek against paigeâs shoulder, already settling in like sheâs claimed her spot for the entire weekend, tiny fingers curling into the fabric of her shirt like if she loosens her grip even a little someone might take her away.
paige glances at you, amused, a small smirk tugging at her mouth. âi think youâve been replaced.â
âyou think?â you mutter, but thereâs no real bite to it, just something softer, something that settles in your chest in a way you donât expect.
âyou ready for a sleepover?â paige asks, adjusting her hold like sheâs done it a thousand times.
lila pulls back just enough to look at her, eyes wide. âreally?!â
âreally.â
âwith snacks?â
âobviously.â
âand movies?â paige glances at you briefly before looking back at her, her voice warm in a way that feels effortless. âas many as you can stay awake for.â
lila gasps like sheâs just been handed the best deal of her life and then immediately buries her face back into paigeâs shoulder like she never plans on leaving it, and you realize then that this isnât just excitement, itâs attachment, immediate and intense and completely unfiltered in the way only kids can manage.
the weekend unfolds in layers of that same energy, lila glued to paige in a way that becomes almost ridiculous, like sheâs decided, without discussion, that paige is her person for the next forty-eight hours and nothing is going to change that.Â
she follows her everywhere, small footsteps trailing right behind hers, reaching for her hand before she even thinks to ask, climbing into her lap the second she sits down like itâs the most natural thing in the world when paige tries to stand up at one point, lila tightens her grip around her neck and mumbles a quiet âno.â like that settles it, like movement is no longer allowed.
âlila,â you laugh softly, leaning against the counter as you watch them, âyouâre gonna have to let her breathe at some point.â
âno!â she repeats, firmer this time, face tucked into paigeâs hoodie, paige just shrugs, completely unbothered, one hand rubbing slow circles over lilaâs back like itâs instinct. âi think iâm fine.â
she is, thatâs the thing, she doesnât look overwhelmed or unsure or even slightly out of place, she looks comfortable, settled into it like this is something sheâs always known how to do, like taking care of someone small and soft and completely dependent isnât something new, itâs just another extension of who she already is.
there are pancakes in the morning that turn into more batter on the counters than in the pan because lila insists on helping paige specifically, standing on a chair beside her and handing her things she doesnât need just to be involved, just to be close there are cartoons where lila refuses to sit anywhere except pressed against paigeâs side, occasionally looking up at her instead of the screen like sheâs more interesting than whateverâs playing.Â
thereâs a moment in the afternoon where you try to pull her away to wash her hands and she actually pouts, reaching back toward paige like youâre taking her from somewhere she belongs. âsheâs really attached.â you say quietly later, watching as lila dozes off against paigeâs chest, completely knocked out like she spent all her energy just existing this close to her.
paige looks down at her, something soft settling over her features, something quieter than youâre used to seeing. âyeah.â she murmurs, careful not to move too much. âi noticed.â and then, after a second, almost like she doesnât mean to say it out loud. âi donât mind.â
you donât respond right away, because thereâs something in the way she says it, something deeper than just this weekend, something that lingers a little too long to be brushed off as nothing.
the rest of the time passes the same way, lila orbiting paige like sheâs the center of something important, like everything else is secondary, and you exist somewhere just outside of it, watching it happen in real time, feeling something unfamiliar settle in your chest that you donât quite name but donât push away either and then sunday comes too fast, like it always does when something matters more than you expected it to.
your sister texts that theyâre back, that everythingâs okay, that theyâll come pick up lila in an hour, and you read it twice before you say anything, like youâre trying to slow the moment down just by holding onto it a little longer.
âsheâs going home.â you say eventually, your voice quieter than before paige nods, but her hand doesnât stop moving against lilaâs back, slow and absentminded, like sheâs not ready for that to change yet.
when you tell lila, she doesnât react at first, like she didnât hear you, like the words didnât quite land where they were supposed to but then she lifts her head, blinking sleepily, and looks between the two of you like sheâs trying to understand.
âhome?â she asks. âyeah, bug,â you say gently. âmommyâs coming to get you.â
her face falls not in a dramatic, not loud, just quiet and immediate in a way that hurts more than anything else could.
âbutâŠâ her voice wobbles, small hands tightening in paigeâs shirt. âi stay with paigey.â
paige exhales softly, something in her expression shifting as she adjusts her hold, pulling her just a little closer. âhey,â she murmurs, brushing a curl back from her face. âyou gotta go home, okay?â
lila shakes her head, quick and stubborn, burying her face into paigeâs shoulder like if she canât see it, it wonât happen. âno. i stay.â
you swallow, glancing at paige, but sheâs already focused on her, already handling it in that quiet, steady way she does everything.
âlisten,â paige says softly, not forcing, not rushing, just patient. âyou can come back, yeah? this isnât the last time.â lila sniffles, pulling back just enough to look at her, eyes glassy. âpromise?â
but something about thatâsomething about the way she asks it, like it matters more than anything elseâmakes your chest tighten paige doesnât hesitate.
âpromise.â
lila studies her for a second like sheâs deciding whether to believe it, and then slowly, reluctantly, she nods, but she doesnât let go, not until the very last second, not until your sister is at the door and gently coaxing her away, not until her fingers finally loosen from paigeâs shirt like it physically hurts to do it.
âbye, paigey.â she says, small and sad, reaching for her one more time paige crouches down, pulling her into one last hug, tighter this time. âbye, bug. iâll see you soon, okay?â
lila nods against her, but she still looks back twice before she leaves, like sheâs not sure she wants to walk away at all.
when the door finally closes, when the apartment settles back into something quieter, something emptier it lingers that feeling yet that shift.
you look at paige, and sheâs already looking at you, something unreadable but soft sitting right beneath the surface, and neither of you says it out loud but itâs there, clear as anything, this wasnât just a weekend, it was something else entirely.Â
it lingers in the quiet that follows, in the way the apartment feels bigger now, emptier in a way that doesnât quite make sense because nothing actually changed, nothing is missing that wasnât always gone before, and yet it feels like something was there, something warm and loud and alive that settled into the space so naturally you didnât even notice it happening until it was gone.Â
the cartoons arenât playing anymore, the countertops are wiped clean, the small socks that had been abandoned near the couch are folded and set aside, and still, somehow, the echo of her laughter sticks to the walls like it hasnât decided to leave yet.
paige doesnât move right away, still standing where she had crouched to hug lila goodbye, like her body hasnât caught up to the fact that thereâs no one there to hold anymore, like her hands are still expecting something small to reach back for her.Â
you watch the way she exhales slowly, the way her shoulders drop just slightly, not heavy, not upset, just more aware, like she felt it too, whatever this was, whatever settled into both of you over the last two days without asking permission.
âitâs quiet.â you say finally, your voice softer than you expect it to be, like speaking too loudly might break something fragile still hanging in the air.
paige huffs a small breath that almost turns into a laugh, but not quite. âyeah,â she murmurs, straightening up, her hand dragging absentmindedly over the back of her neck. âa little too quiet.â
you lean back against the counter, arms crossing loosely as you watch her, taking in the way she moves through the space now, slower than before, like sheâs noticing things she didnât earlier, like every corner holds some small reminder of the weekend she walks past the couch, pauses for half a second like sheâs about to sit, then doesnât, like she forgot what she was going to do once she got there.
âyou miss her already.â you say, not teasing, not really, just stating something that feels obvious.
paige glances at you, something flickering in her expression before she looks away again, like sheâs deciding how honest she wants to be, like sheâs weighing it in real time. âsheâs hard not to miss,â she says after a second, voice quieter now, more grounded.
you nod slightly, because thatâs true, because lila has always been like that, easy to love, easy to get attached to, but thisâthis felt different you saw it in the way she clung to paige, in the way paige never once pulled away, never once seemed unsure or overwhelmed or out of place.Â
it wasnât just that lila liked her, it was that she trusted her, immediately and completely, like there was something about paige that felt safe enough to hold onto without question and maybe thatâs whatâs sitting in your chest now, heavy and light all at once, something you canât quite sort out.
paige finally moves again, stepping into the kitchen, her fingers brushing absentmindedly over the counter like sheâs looking for something to do, something to ground herself in. âshe really didnât let me breathe, though.â she adds, a small smile tugging at her mouth, softer now, almost fond.
you let out a quiet laugh, shaking your head. âyou loved it.â
she doesnât answer right away and thatâs what makes you look at her like really look because paige isnât someone who hesitates, not like that, not over something simple, but right now thereâs a pause, small but noticeable, like sheâs standing on the edge of something she hasnât fully stepped into yet.
âyeah,â she admits finally, her voice low, almost like it slipped out before she could stop it. âi did.â
it settles between you, heavier than the words should be, because itâs not just about this weekend, not really, itâs about everything that came with it, everything it showed you without asking if you were ready to see it.
you push off the counter slowly, taking a step closer, not rushing it, not forcing anything that doesnât need to be forced. âyouâre good with her.â you say, softer now, more careful.
paige looks at you again, properly this time, her expression open in a way that feels rare, like sheâs not trying to hide behind anything. âsheâs easy.â she says, but thereâs something under it, something that doesnât quite match the simplicity of the words.
âno,â you shake your head slightly, closing the space between you just a little more. âyou are.â
she holds your gaze for a second longer than usual, like sheâs searching for something, like sheâs trying to figure out what you mean without asking you to explain it. âyou think so?â she asks, quieter now and itâs such a small question, but it lands heavier than anything else sheâs said.
you nod without hesitation. âi know so.â
something shifts in her expression then, something softer, something almost uncertain in a way you donât see often, like sheâs not used to looking at herself through that lens, like sheâs not sure what to do with it now that itâs there.
âshe didnât wanna leave you.â you add, your voice gentler now, like youâre easing into something neither of you has said out loud yet.
paige exhales slowly, her gaze dropping for just a second before coming back to you. âi didnât really want her to.â she admits, and thereâs no humor in it this time, no deflection, just honesty, plain and steady and there it is.
that thing which is the one thatâs been sitting between you since yesterday afternoon, since the moment you caught her watching, since the moment lila drew the three of you like it was the most natural thing in the world.
your chest tightens, not in a bad way, not in a way that makes you want to pull back, just in a way that feels real. âpaige.â you start, quieter now, your voice catching just slightly on her name.
she doesnât look away, doesn't interrupt, just waits for you as you swallow, trying to find the right words, something that wonât make this feel bigger than it already does, even though it is, even though thereâs no way around that now. âthis weekendââ
âi know,â she says softly, cutting in just enough to stop you from overthinking it, like sheâs already where you are, like sheâs been there a little longer you let out a small breath, something between a laugh and a sigh. âyeah?â
she nods, slow, deliberate. âyeah.â
another pause settles, but itâs different this time, not uncertain, not hesitant, just full, like everything that needs to be said is already there, sitting in the space between you without needing to be spelled out.
âtheyâre gonna ask again,â you say after a moment, something a little more grounded, a little more familiar slipping back in. ânext reunion.â
paige huffs a quiet laugh, her head tilting slightly. âthey always do.â
âand we always say someday.â she watches you carefully now, like she knows where this is going, like sheâs not going to let you back out of it this time.
âyeah,â she says, softer whereas you hesitate, just for a second, just long enough to feel it fully before you step into it. âwhat if someday isnât as far away as we keep pretending it is?â
the words hang there, heavier than anything else youâve said, heavier than anything youâve let yourself think too clearly before now.
paige doesnât react right away, doesn't joke, and doesn't deflect; she just looks at you, really looks at you, like sheâs taking in every part of what you just said, like sheâs measuring it against something sheâs been holding onto quietly for longer than you realized.
âyou mean that?â she asks, her voice low, steady, but thereâs something under it, something that feels a little like hope and a little like fear all at once.
you nod, slower this time, more certain. âi think i do.â
another silence, but itâs not empty but itâs full of everything you havenât said over the years, every moment you brushed off, every question you avoided, every âsomedayâ that felt easier than figuring out what you actually wanted.
paige steps closer then, closing the last bit of space between you, her hand finding yours like it always does, like it doesnât know how not to. âokay,â she says quietly just that.
okay.
itâs not an answer, not fully, not something that maps everything out or makes it simple, but itâs enough, itâs more than enough, because it means sheâs there with you, in it, not running from it, not brushing it off.
you squeeze her hand gently, something steady settling into your chest, something that feels less like a question now and more like the beginning of an answer and somewhere in the back of your mind, you can still hear lilaâs voice, small and certain âi stay with paigey.â
but for the first time, the thought doesnât feel distant or overwhelming or too big to hold it just feels possible.
it doesnât happen all at once after that, not in some sudden, life-altering moment where everything shifts overnight instead, it settles into you both slowly, like something finding its place, like a quiet decision being made in pieces rather than all at once.Â
the conversations arenât big at first, not heavy or serious, just small things that slip into your days without warning paige asking what you think about houses instead of apartments, you lingering a little too long in the baby aisle at target without meaning to, both of you noticing it and neither of you pointing it out right away.Â
it becomes something shared, something understood without needing to be defined, and somehow that makes it feel more real than anything you couldâve forced into words.
lila comes back, of course, because paige keeps her promise like she always does, and the second she steps through your door again itâs like nothing has changed except now sheâs even more certain of where she belongs.Â
she doesnât even greet you properly this time, barely managing a quick âhi auntieâ before sheâs already reaching for paige, arms out like sheâs been waiting all week just for this exact moment, like everything in her small world has been leading back here.
âpaigey!â
paige laughs, dropping down just enough to catch her, lifting her up like itâs automatic, like thereâs no thought behind it anymore. âhey, bug.â
lila wraps herself around her immediately, cheek pressed against her shoulder like she never quite stopped being there, like she just picked up where she left off.
âi told mommy i stay with you,â she says, completely serious, like this is a fact sheâs already decided on.
you snort softly, leaning against the doorframe. âoh, you did, huh?â
lila nods firmly, pulling back just enough to look at paige. âi stay forever.â
paige well paige just smiles not in a joking way, not in a brushing-it-off way, but in that quiet, soft way youâve come to recognize, the one that means sheâs feeling something deeper than sheâs letting on.
âweâll see about that,â she murmurs, brushing a curl back from lilaâs face.
but you catch it the way her voice softens the way her eyes flicker to you for just a second after and the way something unspoken passes between you both, quick but certain.
it builds from there, quietly, steadily, until it becomes something you canât ignore even if you wanted to.
you donât know when she starts planning it thatâs the thing about Paige she moves in ways that donât draw attention until suddenly everything clicks into place and you realize sheâs been building something behind the scenes the entire time.
itâs a normal day when it happens, or at least it feels like one.
your sister invited you over, something about a small family dinner, nothing special, nothing that stands out as different from any other time youâve all gathered together as you donât question it, because youâve gotten used to these, to the noise and the questions and the way your family fills up every space theyâre in.
paige is quieter on the drive over, not distant, just focused, like her mind is somewhere else for a second longer than usual. âyou good?â you ask, glancing at her.
she nods quickly, almost too quickly. âyeah. just tired.â you hum, accepting it, because itâs not unusual, because her scheduleâs been packed lately and you know how much sheâs been balancing.
you donât see it yet you donât notice the way her hand squeezes yours just a little tighter when you get out of the car, or the way she exhales slowly like sheâs steadying herself before you walk in.
you donât notice the way your mom smiles a little too knowingly when she sees you both you donât notice any of it not until you step into the backyard and everything, everything feels different.
there are lights strung up, soft and warm, wrapping around the fence and the trees like something out of a memory you havenât made yet there are flowers, your flowers that are placed carefully along the table, the same kind she brought you that night in dallas, the same quiet, thoughtful choice that means more than anything loud ever could.Â
your family is there, all of them, standing a little too still, a little too expectant, like theyâre holding something in your breath catches before your brain catches up.
âpaigeâŠâ you start, your voice quieter now, uncertain in a way it hasnât been in a long time.
sheâs already looking at you with that same look that was laced with something soft, steady, sure. âwait!â a small voice cuts through everything, loud and urgent.
lila.
she comes running toward you, curls bouncing, a wide grin on her face like sheâs been holding onto a secret she canât keep anymore as she stops right in front of you, slightly out of breath, holding something behind her back like itâs the most important thing sheâs ever carried.
âi helped!â she announces proudly you blink, your heart already racing for reasons youâre starting to understand but not fully ready to accept.
âyou did?â you ask softly she nods, then carefully brings her hands forward and there it is.
a small box not perfectly hidden, not carefully presented, just held out to you with all the excitement and seriousness a four-year-old can manage at the same time.
âfor paigey,â she says, turning slightly to look at her. âdo it.â
your breath stutters because now you see it all of it the way your family is watching the way paigeâs hands are just slightly unsteady at her sides and the way the entire moment feels like itâs been waiting for you to catch up to it.
âpaigeâŠâ you whisper, your voice barely there now.
she steps closer, slow, deliberate, like she doesnât want to rush a single second of this, like sheâs been waiting for this moment just as much as you have without even realizing it.
âhey,â she says softly, her eyes not leaving yours lila tugs on her hand impatiently. âdo it.â she repeats, quieter this time, but somehow even more serious.
paige lets out a small breath, something almost like a laugh, but itâs nervous, real in a way you donât see often. âokay,â she murmurs, mostly to herself, like sheâs grounding herself in the moment before it slips away.
then she takes the box from lila and drops down onto one knee and everything, while everything goes still. âi had a whole plan,â she admits, her voice softer now, a little uneven but steady where it matters. âlike⊠something really thought out to say.â
you let out a shaky breath that almost turns into a laugh, your hands already trembling slightly at your sides. âbut i think you know me well enough to know that iâm not gonna get through that without messing it up,â she adds, a small smile breaking through.
thereâs a quiet ripple of laughter around you, but it fades quickly, because this, well this is everything paige looks up at you, and thereâs nothing guarded in her expression, nothing held back, just honesty, just love, just five years of everything youâve built sitting right there between you.
âweâve done everything together,â she says, her voice steadier now. âevery step, every change, every big moment. and none of it ever felt scary because you were there.â
your vision blurs slightly, but you donât look away you canât. âand i donât wanna do anything else without you either,â she continues, quieter now, like the words mean more the softer she says them. ânot the big stuff, not the small stuff, not any of it.â
lila shifts beside her, resting her hand on paigeâs shoulder like sheâs part of this too, like she belongs in this moment just as much as either of you and somehow she does.
âso,â paige exhales, her grip tightening slightly on the box before she opens it, revealing something simple, something perfect. âwill you marry me?â
your heart stutters, then races, then feels like itâs trying to do both at once, like it doesnât know how to process something this big happening all at once.
you look at her at lila and at your family and then back at her and thereâs no hesitation there never really was. âyes,â you breathe, your voice breaking around the word. âyes.â
lila gasps like sheâs just witnessed something incredible. âshe said yes!â
paige lets out a breath that sounds like sheâs been holding it for days, standing quickly, pulling you into her like she needs to make sure youâre real, like this moment is real.
your arms wrap around her just as tightly, laughter and something softer mixing together in your chest, something that feels like relief and excitement and love all at once.
somewhere between the noise of your family cheering and lila jumping up and down beside you, chanting âi knew it, i knew it,â paige pulls back just enough to press her forehead against yours.
âwe did it,â she whispers again, just like she did that night years ago and this time it means even more.
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pb5 x reader and paige is being an actual menace while lifting with reader at the gym
count your reps (not my heartbeat)
pairing: uconn!dallas wings!paige!dating x uconn!dallas wings!reader!dating
wc: 4.4k
summary: what starts as a normal lift turns into a slow unravel of focus, because paige doesnât just train hardâshe plays harder, and youâve always been her favorite distraction.
the gym always smelled the sameârubber, metal, something faintly sharp like adrenalineâand usually it grounded you, settled your thoughts into something rhythmic, something controlled, something you could count on when everything else felt too loud.
today, though, it didnât today as the air felt thicker, heavier, like it was holding something just beneath the surface, something waiting today, paige was there and paige, in this version of herâolder, sharper, still soft in the places that matteredâwas somehow worse than she had ever been at uconn.
which didnât feel possible until you were living it in real time, until you were the one standing under the bar while she hovered too close, smiling like she knew exactly what she was doing to you. âyouâre not even counting,â you mutter, breath steady as you press the bar up again, arms burning in that slow, familiar way that shouldâve been the only thing on your mind.
it isnât because sheâs there because sheâs always there behind you, spottingâbut not really spotting, watching, lingering and yet grinning like this is her favorite part of the day.
âi am counting,â she says easily, like she isnât leaning just a little too close, like her fingers didnât just brush your side for no reason at all. âthat wasâŠsix.â you rack the bar with a quiet clank, sitting up slower than you need to, giving yourself a second to breathe, to reset, to not react.
âthat was ten.â
âsame difference.â
âit is literally not the same difference.âshe shrugs, unbothered, eyes dragging over you in a way that feels deliberate, like sheâs taking her time with it, like she knows you can feel it. âdepends. you look better when youâre annoyed. so maybe iâm helping.â
your jaw tightens because sheâs right because she always knows exactly where to press.
âgo away,â you say, grabbing your water bottle, tilting it back just to have something to do that isnât looking at her, isnât reacting to the way your chest feels a little too tight, a little too full.
she doesnât go away of course she doesnât instead, she lowers herself in front of you, elbows braced on her knees, close enough that you can feel the heat of her without even trying, her voice dropping just enough to slide under your skin.
âyou love when i help.â
the words settle between you soft, dangerous, yet so familiar you roll your eyes, but thereâs no real edge to it anymore, just something quieter, something that gives you away more than you want it to. âi loved you when you actually spotted me instead ofâwhatever this is.â
her grin shifts, something sharper slipping into it. âthis is elite level motivation.â
âthis is harassment.â
âsame difference.â she repeats, softer now, like itâs meant to stay between just the two of you and for a second, the gym fades the weight room, the noise, the steady hum of everything around youâit all pulls back, blurring at the edges and suddenly youâre somewhere else.
smaller, brighter, louder back at uconn where everything had felt new and uncertain and overwhelming, and she had walked in like none of that applied to her, like she existed just slightly outside of everything, like she didnât need to adjust because the world would just adjust to her instead.
azzi had said your name like it was nothing like it wasnât going to change anything. âthis is paige, sheâsââ
ââbetter than you at everything,â she had cut in, hand already out, smile tilted, eyes bright with something that felt like a challenge.
you shouldâve been annoyed but you were but you still took her hand and even thenâeven that earlyâyou remember the way she held onto yours for just a second longer than necessary, like she was already testing something, already seeing how far she could go you never really let go after that.
âhey.â her voice pulls you back, softer now, closer you blink, the present snapping back into place, her face right there in front of you, brows drawn just slightly. âwhereâd you go?â she asks, quieter, like sheâs trying not to break something she canât quite see.
ânowhere.â you say automatically, but it comes out softer than you meant it to she hums, not convinced, but she lets it goâfor now.
she always knows when to push and when not to. âletâs go,â she says, standing, clapping her hands once like sheâs resetting the energy between you. âmy turn. you spot.â
you raise a brow, forcing something lighter back into your voice. âyou sure you donât want to justâŠstare at me instead?â
âoh, i will,â she says without missing a beat, already stepping toward the rack. âmultitasking.â
you follow her because you always do even because somewhere between uconn practices that stretched too long and nights that stretched even longerâbetween missed calls, time zones, airport goodbyes, and finally landing in the same place againâyou stopped pretending this wasnât it for you.
her, it's always been her as she settles under the bar, adjusting her grip, shoulders rolling back, focus settling in like a switch flipping and for a moment, you just watch her.
really watch her the way she moves, the way she breathes, the way she gets quiet right before a lift, like sheâs pulling everything inward, gathering it, centering it.
you step in behind her, hands ready, close enough to catch if she needs it, but not touching yet she pushes the weight up.
smooth, controlled, strong.
once, twice, threeââyour formâs off,â you say, automatically, because it is, because you notice everything about her without even trying.
her eyes flick back to you for just a second, something sparking there, something playful and sharp all at once. âis it?â she murmurs.you nod, leaning in slightly. âyeah, youâreââ
she racks the bar early too early you frown immediately. âpaigeââ but sheâs already turning, already closing the space between you, hands finding your hips like they belong there, like they always have.
she pulls you closer, just enough to shift your balance, just enough to make your breath catch. âshow me,â she says, voice lower now, something softer threading through it, something that doesnât feel like teasing anymore.
you freeze just for a second. âweâre at the gym,â you whisper, but it lacks conviction, your eyes flicking around out of habit more than concern. âand?â she tilts her head, grip tightening just slightly, grounding, steady. âi asked for help.â
you swallow. âyouâre such a menace.â she smiles like you just said something sheâs proud of. âyou love it.â you do you hate that you do.
you step back anyway, slipping out of her hold before you can think too hard about how easy it would be to stay there, how natural it feels to be pulled into her. âbench,â you say, gesturing, your voice steadier now. âagain. and actually finish your set this time.â
she watches you for a second longer and really watches you like sheâs trying to read something youâre not saying then she exhales, dramatic again, letting the moment shift back into something lighter. âfine,â she mutters. âbut if i die, itâs on you.â
âyou wonât die.â
âyou donât know that.â
âpaige.â
âokay, okay,â she grins, settling back under the bar. âcount this time.â
you do you count every rep but itâs more than that itâs always more than that with her.
you count the way her muscles tense under effort, the way her breathing deepens, the way her focus sharpensâand the way it breaks, just slightly, every time she glances at you like sheâs checking something, like she needs to know youâre still there.
you always are by the time she racks the bar again, her chest is rising faster, a sheen of sweat catching along her hairline, the flush in her cheeks deeper now.
âsee?â you say, softer. âwas that so hard?â she sits up, dragging the hem of her shirt up to wipe her face, just enough to expose skin you try not to look atâand fail.
âno,â she says, eyes finding yours again immediately. âbut you watching me like that didnât help.â you blink. âwhat?â
âyou get this look,â she says, like sheâs breaking something down on film, like sheâs studied this. âreal focused. kinda intense.â
âiâm spotting you.â
âyeah,â she leans back on her hands, gaze softening in a way that feels quieter than before. âbut itâs not just that.â
the space between you shifts again slows deepens. âyouâre staring,â she finishes, softer. you look away first. âyouâre ridiculous.â
âand youâre deflecting.â your grip tightens slightly around your water bottle, your pulse picking up for no good reason other than her, always her.
ânext set,â you say, because itâs easier than answering as she laughs under her breath but she listens.
it unravels after that not all at once not obvious enough for anyone else to notice but you feel it the way structure slips the way focus fractures the way she keeps finding you, even when youâre trying to stay locked into something else.
she drifts closer during your sets, brushes against you like itâs accidentalâher arm, her shoulder, her fingers ghosting your waist.
itâs never accidental you both know that. âyouâre slowing down,â she murmurs when youâre holding a plank, her voice right by your ear, her hand hovering just above your side, not touching, but close enough to feel.
âbecause youâre talking,â you grit out, core trembling now for reasons that have nothing to do with the exercise. âmultitasking,â she corrects, soft, amused you nearly drop later, at the squat rack, itâs worse.
she stands behind you again, hands settling on your hips, firm this time, grounding. âdeeper.â she says, voice quieter, more focused you glance back over your shoulder. âi am deep enough.â
ânot like this,â she murmurs, pressing just slightly, guiding you lower, closer, her breath brushing the back of your neck, your inhale stutters. âpaige.â
âwhat?â she says, softer now, less teasing, more something else entirely. âiâm helping.â you rack the weight faster than you should, turning to face her, the air between you tight, charged. âyou are the worst training partner iâve ever had.â
she smiles, but itâs softer now less sharp. âand yet,â she steps closer, voice dropping, âyou keep choosing me.â
you donât answer because you canât because itâs not just a joke.
it never has been you always choose her.
even when itâs hard, even when it hurts even when it means letting her see more of you than anyone else ever has. âlast set,â you say, but it comes out quieter now, like something has settled in your chest that you canât quite name.
she nods and for once, she doesnât push.
she just stays steady present with you.
by the time youâre done, the gym has emptied out, the noise fading into something softer, something distant you slide down the wall, sitting on the floor, legs stretched out, your body heavy in that satisfying, exhausted way.
paige drops down beside you a second later, close enough that your shoulders touch immediately neither of you moves away. âyou survived.â she says, nudging you lightly. âbarely.â you reply, letting your head fall back, eyes closing for a second. âbecause of you.â
âwow,â she exhales, but thereâs no real bite to it now. âno appreciation.â you huff out something that almost feels like a laugh, the quiet settling around you, wrapping around the space between your words.
itâs comfortable yet it has always been the kind of comfort that only comes from knowing someone fullyâevery version of them, every phase, every shift. âyou were thinking earlier,â she says after a moment, her voice softer now, like sheâs stepping into something more careful.
you crack one eye open. âwhat?â
âwhen you spaced out,â she says, turning her head toward you. âwhereâd you go?â
you hesitate but it lingers just for a second then you let it go anyway. âuconn.â her expression softens instantly, something warmer settling into it. âyeah?â she nudges your shoulder. âgood memories or bad?â
you breathe out slowly, the past settling around you like something familiar. âboth,â you admit. âbut mostlyâŠyou.â
she stills completely you feel it before you see it you turn your head slightly, catching the way her gaze has shifted, something unguarded slipping through, something real.
âazzi introducing us,â you continue, voice quieter now, like youâre walking through it again. âyou being annoying immediately.â she huffs, but itâs softer. âi was charming.â
âyou told me you were better than me at everything.â
âconfidence.â you shake your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. âi shouldâve walked away.â
âbut you didnât.â
âno,â you say, meeting her eyes now, steady, open. âi didnât.â the pause that follows isnât empty itâs full, heavy alive with everything youâre not saying.
she shifts closer, turning more toward you, her knee brushing yours, her presence grounding in a way that feels deeper than before. âgood choice,â she says softly as your chest tightens. âdebatable.â
she smiles, but itâs different now, quieter. âyouâre still here.â
âso are you.â
âyeah,â her voice dips, softer, more certain. âi donât plan on going anywhere.â
this time, it really lands not as a tease not as a throwaway line but as something solid something you can hold onto.
you study her for a second longerâthe way sheâs changed, grown, softened in some places and sharpened in others, but still somehow the same person who reached for your hand first and never really let go.
âeven if i ban you from spotting me?â you ask, lighter, but your voice doesnât quite hide the feeling underneath it.
she grins again, but itâs gentler now. âespecially then.âyou shake your head, but youâre smiling too, something warm settling deep in your chest. âyouâre impossible.â
âand you love me,â she says, quieter now, like it matters more this time.
you donât look away, you donât deflect, you donât hide but you just lean your head against her shoulder, letting yourself rest there, letting yourself exist in this moment without pulling back. âyeah,â you murmur. âi do.â
paige for once goes still completely still like sheâs holding onto that, like sheâs memorizing it, like it means something more than sheâs used to saying out loud.
her shoulder shifts just slightly under your weight, not away but closer her hand finds yours where it rests between you, fingers threading together slowly, like sheâs giving you time to pull away you donât you never do.
outside, the world keeps movingâcars passing, lights flickering, everything loud and constant and alive.
inside, itâs quieter and smaller just the two of you, sitting on the gym floor, hands tangled together, breathing slowly evening out, hearts still a little too fast for something that was supposed to just be a workout.
she nudges you again after a while, softer this time, her thumb brushing over your knuckles absentmindedly.
not teasing, not distracting, just there just making sure and you tilt your head slightly, pressing closer into her, a silent answer, something steady and sure because she still hasnât learned youâre not going anywhere.
not now, not after everything, not when itâs always been her and maybe, finally she knows that too.
the thing about quiet moments like this is that they donât stay quiet for longânot with her, not with the way she is, the way she fills space without even trying, the way she shifts things just by breathing a little differently, like the air bends around her without asking.
but for once just for once she letâs it stay, letâs it stretch, letâs it settle into something that doesnât feel rushed or stolen or halfway between everything else you have to be.
she lets you stay, too your head rests against her shoulder, the fabric of her shirt slightly damp from the workout, warm and familiar and grounding in a way that sinks deeper than it should, your fingers threaded through hers like theyâve memorized the shape of each other over years instead of moments.Â
her thumb moves slowly across your skin, soft, repetitive, like a quiet rhythm only the two of you can hear. it doesnât feel absentmindedânot really. it feels intentional in that subtle paige way, like sheâs doing something without acknowledging that sheâs doing it at all and you feel everything.
in the way she exhales, longer than usual, like sheâs letting something out she didnât realize she was holding, in the way her shoulder dips just slightly, accommodating you without making a thing out of it, in the way she doesnât rush to pull away, doesnât make a joke, doesnât shift the moment back into something easier.
thatâs how you know it matters is thatâs how you know this isnât just another in-between second that gets swallowed up by everything else. âyouâre very quiet,â she murmurs eventually, her voice softer than itâs been all day, careful in a way that feels new, like sheâs stepping into something she doesnât want to break.
you hum against her shoulder, eyes still half-lidded, not moving. âso are you.â
âyeah.â she exhales, something almost like a laugh catching in it, but it doesnât quite form. âdonât get used to it.â you smile, small, hidden where your face presses into her. âwouldnât dream of it.â
the quiet returns, but itâs not the same as before. itâs heavier nowânot in a bad way, not overwhelming, just⊠full. like something is building under the surface, gathering weight, gathering meaning, gathering all the things you both usually leave unsaid.
you feel her shift again, just slightly, your head tilting with the movement, your fingers tightening together for a brief second before settling again. she doesnât pull away, doesnât create distanceâif anything, she leans closer without making it obvious.
âyou meant that?â she asks, quieter now you donât need her to say it out loud you already know.
you lift your head slowly, the movement unhurried, like you donât want to break whatever this is either, turning just enough to meet her eyes. sheâs already looking at you, gaze steady, searchingânot teasing, not playful, justâŠopen in a way that makes something in your chest pull tight.
âwhat?â you murmur, softer than usual, but thereâs a faint edge of habit in it. âthat i love you?â her mouth twitches like she wants to smile, like she almost willâbut it doesnât quite get there.
âdonât do that,â she says, and itâs not sharp, not annoying, just honest, just real.
so you donât you donât hide behind it this time you hold her gaze, steady, letting her see exactly what you mean instead of dancing around it. âyeah,â you say, simple, grounded. âi meant it.â something shifts in her then.
you see it happenâright there, in the space between one breath and the next. the ease she carries so naturally softens, the edges of it pulling back just enough to reveal something quieter underneath. something a little more vulnerable, something she doesnât show often, something she doesnât always let you see unless the moment is exactly right.
youâve seen it before.
late nights at uconn when everything slowed down and the noise of the world couldnât quite reach you, when sheâd sit too close on a dorm bed and talk about nothing until it turned into something.
long-distance calls where the silence stretched too long and neither of you knew how to say you missed each other without making it worse airports goodbyes this feels like that but closer, closer than itâs ever been.
âi know,â she says finally, voice softer, quieter, like sheâs choosing each word carefully. âi justââ she pauses, her gaze dropping briefly to your hands, still tangled together like theyâve always belonged there. âi donât always know if youâre gonna say it out loud.â
your chest tightens in a way that feels deeper than expected because she doesnât ask for things like that not directly, not like this. âi do,â you say, gentler now. âjust not always when youâre being annoying.â
that pulls a small huff from her, the corner of her mouth lifting just slightly. âiâm always annoying.â
âexactly.â she looks back up at you then, something warmer returning, but it doesnât fully cover what was there beforeâit sits alongside it now, something steadier, something more real.
âsay it again,â she says, quieter as you blink, caught off guard for a second. âpaigeââ
âno,â she shakes her head just a little, leaning closer in a way that closes the space between you without making it obvious, like sheâs drawn there without meaning to be. âjustâŠsay it again.â and there it is.
not a tease, not a challenge, just a want to be simple, clear and you feel itâhow much it matters, how much she doesnât say things like this unless she really means them.
so you donât make it a joke, you donât soften it, you donât hide it behind anything, you let it exist exactly as it is.
âi love you.â
the words fall quieter this time, softerâbut they carry more weight, more meaning, settling into the space between you like something solid, something real, something that doesnât move and paigeâpaige goes still again, not frozen not distant but just still, like sheâs letting it sink in fully, like sheâs not brushing past it, not turning it into something lighter, not deflecting the way she usually does.
like sheâs holding onto it. âokay,â she breathes out, barely above a whisper, like she didnât realize she needed that until she had it, your fingers tightening around hers without thinking. âokay?â you repeat softly.
she nods, a small smile finally breaking throughâdifferent from her usual ones, less sharp, less teasing, moreâŠreal. âyeah,â she says. âokay.â but thenâbecause sheâs still her, because she canât stay in something this open for too long without shifting it just a littleâshe leans in, nudging her forehead against yours, grounding the moment in something familiar again.
âyouâre still banned from complaining about my spotting though,â she murmurs you let out a quiet laugh, your nose brushing hers, your breath mixing with hers in the small space between you. âi never agreed to that.â
âyou did,â she says, lighter now, but her hand hasnât moved, hasnât loosened, like sheâs not willing to give that part up yet. ânonverbally.â
âthatâs not how that works.â
âit is when i say it is.â
âyouâre impossible.â
âand you love me.â
you donât hesitate not this time. âyeah,â you say softly, your gaze flicking down to her mouth before finding her eyes again. âi do.â and something shifts again smaller this time quieter but just as real her breath catchesâbarely, but you feel it.
her eyes follow yours without thinking, dropping for a second before returning, like sheâs realizing what youâre doing at the same time you are and suddenly, the space between you feels thinner.
closer like itâs waiting like itâs asking she closes it.
of course she does because she always does her free hand lifts slowly, fingers brushing along your jaw, the touch softer than you expect, more careful, like sheâs giving you roomâroom to move, to step back, to say no.
you donât, you lean in instead just enough, just to meet her halfway and when she kisses you, itâs different not quick, not teasing not the playful, fleeting kind she steals in passing.
itâs slower, intentional but soft in a way that feels like it carries everything she didnât say out loud, everything she doesnât know how to.
your hand tightens around hers, your other coming up to rest against her arm, grounding yourself in her, in this, in something real and steady and undeniable as the moment stretches, just a little longer than you expect.
when you pull back, you donât go far you never do with her.
your foreheads rest together again, your breathing uneven in the same quiet way, her laugh slipping out softly like she didnât mean for it to, like she doesnât quite know what to do with how this feels. âwe were supposed to be working out,â she murmurs. âyou ruined that,â you reply, just as soft.
âme?â she pulls back slightly, just enough to look at you, feigning offense, but it doesnât quite land the same way anymore. âyou were staring first.â
âyou literally canât prove that.â
âi donât need to.â you shake your head, smiling now, something warm and steady settling back into place, but itâs deeper than before, less fleeting, less uncertain.
she watches you like really watches you, like sheâs memorizing this version of youâthe one that stays, the one that doesnât pull away, the one that says things out loud when it matters.
then she squeezes your hand one more time before letting go, pushing herself up with a quiet exhale, offering her hand down to you without hesitation.
âcâmon,â she says. âwe should probably leave before someone realizes weâve just been sitting here doing nothing for likeâŠway too long.â
you take her hand you always do letting her pull you up, your balance tipping just slightly forward until youâre closer than necessary again, your space overlapping in that easy, familiar way.
she doesnât step back neither do you. âfood?â she asks, softer now. âalways.â
she smilesâreally smiles this timeâand itâs the same as itâs always been, that spark, that lightness, that pull but itâs different, too.
steadier, grounded in something that wasnât there before but as you grab your things and move toward the exit, your shoulders brushing every few steps, her hand finding yours again like itâs instinct, like itâs something she doesnât even think about anymore, something quiet settles in your chest.
she knows maybe she didnât before, maybe she questioned it in the spaces you couldnât fill, in the distance, in the silence, in the things you didnât say.
but now, now she knows and as she squeezes your hand before pushing the door open, the cool air rushing in, brushing against flushed skin, pulling you both back into the world outside of this moment, you realize something softer, something deeper, something that settles and stays.
this doesnât change everything it doesnât need to because everything was already there this just makes it real in a way neither of you can ignore anymore.
summary: three years in, it isnât the distance or the noise that defines youâitâs the quiet moments in between, the ones she never jokes about, the ones she plans a little too carefully and the ones that might mean more than either of you are ready to say out loud.
it starts the way most of your days with her doâquiet, almost forgettable if someone were watching from the outside. early morning light slipping through the thin dorm curtains, the kind that paints everything in soft gold, like the world hasnât fully decided to wake up yet. youâre half-buried in your blanket, one arm tucked under your head, the other hanging lazily off the side of the bed.
paige is staring at you yet you donât even have to open your eyes to know it.
âif youâre being creepy again,â you mumble, voice thick with sleep, âat least have the decency to admit it.â thereâs a pause, a beat of silence and then. âiâm not being creepy,â she whispers, way too loud for a whisper. âiâm admiring.â
you crack one eye open, and there she isâchin propped up on her hand, hair a mess from sleep, hoodie halfway off one shoulder, looking like she hasnât moved in ten minutes just to watch you breathe. âyouâve been âadmiringâ me for, like, twenty minutes, havenât you.â
âtwenty-five,â she corrects immediately, completely serious, you let your eyes fall shut again, a smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. âyouâre insane.â
âyou love me.â
âunfortunately.â that earns you a dramatic gasp, followed by the weight of her shifting closer, her leg thrown over yours like sheâs trying to trap you there. âtake it back.â
âno.â
âtake. it. back.â you laugh softly, turning your head just enough to bump your forehead against hers. âfine. i love you. youâre still insane, though.â
âi can live with that,â she murmurs, and you can hear the smile in her voice. by the time you both make it to practice, the world feels louder, fasterâshoes squeaking against the court, voices echoing through the gym, the familiar rhythm of drills grounding you back into reality.Â
aaliyah is already at the free throw line, focused in that steady, unshakable way of hers, while nikaâs voice cuts across the court, loud and teasing, something directed at kk and ashlynn that makes both of them shove her in protest.
azziâs stretching off to the side, aubrey beside her, the two of them mid-conversation, and ice and kk are laughing about something near the bench as it's loud, chaotic, alive but thereâs always that thread between you and her, something subtle but constant, like a quiet hum beneath everything else.
you catch it in the way she passes you the ball just a little softer than she needs to, like she knows exactly how you like it. in the way her eyes flick to you after a play, quick and automatic, checking in without saying anything at all.
your teammates know of course they do not because youâve ever posted anything or said it outright onlineâyour socials are clean, carefully curated, nothing that gives anything awayâbut because itâs obvious in the spaces that matter.Â
in the way she bumps her shoulder into yours when coach isnât looking in the way you both end up side by side during water breaks like itâs instinct, not coincidence. âyou two are disgusting,â nika mutters loud enough for half the gym to hear when paige jogs past you just to flick your ponytail.
âjealousy isnât cute on you,â paige shoots back without missing a beat, grinning as she keeps moving. âiâm not jealous,â nika calls after her, even though sheâs smiling. âyou are a little,â kk adds under her breath, and ashlynn snorts beside her as you roll your eyes, but thereâs warmth in your chest that you canât quite hide.
itâs after practice when she really gets unbearable most of the team filters outâazzi and aubrey heading toward the locker room together, aaliyah grabbing her things, nika still talking as she walks backward toward the exit, dragging ice into the conversation whether she wants to be or not aaliyah and kk linger for a second longer before disappearing too, voices fading down the hall and then itâs quiet.
youâre both lingering on the court, shooting around without much effort, the gym slowly emptying until itâs just the two of you and the faint echo of basketballs against hardwood youâre lining up a shot when you feel itâarms wrapping around your waist from behind, sudden and dramatic you miss. âpaigeââ
âshhh,â she says, resting her chin on your shoulder like she didnât just sabotage you. âiâm helping.â
âyou are quite literally doing the opposite of helping.â
âno, no, you just donât understand my process.â you turn your head slightly, just enough to look at her. âyour process is distracting me.â
âexactly.â you blink. âthat doesnâtââ
âif i can distract you,â she continues, completely serious now, âthen nobody else stands a chance.â you stare at her for a second, trying to decide if sheâs joking.
sheâs not you huffing out a laugh, shaking your head as you lean back into her just a little. âyouâre actually ridiculous.â
âand yet,â she says softly, tightening her arms around you for a second, âyouâre still here.â thereâs something quieter in that, something that settles between the two of you in the empty gym as you let yourself lean into it, just for a moment, just long enough to feel it fully.
âyeah,â you murmur. âi am.â later, when youâre both back in your room, the world shrinks again.
sheâs sprawled across your bed, scrolling through her phone, occasionally shoving it in your face to show you something dumbâa meme, a video, something she finds way funnier than it actually is.
âlook at this one,â she says, already laughing before you even glance at the screen you barely look before pushing her hand away. âthatâs not even funny.â
âyou have no sense of humor.â
âi have a better sense of humor.â she gasps again, dramatically clutching her chest like youâve personally offended her. âwow. wow. okay.â
âokay what?â she narrows her eyes at you, sitting up a little. âif youâre so funny, make me laugh.â you raise an eyebrow. âyouâre kidding.â
ânope. go ahead.â you stare at her for a second, then deadpan, âyou.â thereâs a split second where she processes itâthen she lunges for you. âoh you think youâre funnyââ
you barely have time to react before sheâs tackling you back into the mattress, laughter spilling out of both of you as you try to push her off and she absolutely refuses to move. âpaigeâget offââ
âsay iâm funny.â
âneverââ she digs her fingers into your sides and you immediately break, laughter cutting through your protests as you try to twist away from her. âokayâokay, stopââ
âsay it.â
âyouâre funny!â you gasp, breathless. âyouâre the funniest person iâve ever met, pleaseââ she finally lets up, but only enough to settle on top of you, both of you catching your breath, faces too close, laughter fading into something softer for a second, neither of you says anything then, quieter now, she brushes a loose strand of hair away from your face. âyouâre stuck with me, you know.â
you look up at her, heart doing that familiar, annoying thing it only ever does around her. âyeah?â
âyeah.â she smiles, softer than before, less goofball and more real. âno take-backs.â you reach up, resting your hand against the back of her neck, pulling her just a little closer. âgood,â you whisper.
âbecause i wasnât planning on going anywhere either.â this time, when she kisses you, thereâs no teasing in itâjust something steady, something certain, something that feels like itâs been yours for longer than either of you ever said out loud.
the kiss lingers longer than either of you expect, not rushed, not playful like most of the ones you share when sheâs in one of her moodsâbut slow, grounding, like sheâs trying to say something without actually saying it. her hand stays warm at the back of your neck, thumb brushing lightly against your skin, and for a second the world feels small again. just you, just her, just this.
when she pulls back, she doesnât go far she never really does, her forehead rests against yours, her breath still uneven, eyes softer than youâre used to seeing them. âdonât move,â she murmurs as you blink. âwhy.â
âbecause,â she says, squinting at you like sheâs studying something important, âi have to remember this exact moment so i can recreate it later when youâre being annoying.â you huff out a laugh, pushing lightly at her shoulder. âiâm not annoying.â
âyouâre extremely annoying.â
âyouâre literally on top of me.â
âand i earned this spot.â
âhow.â
âthree years,â she says simply as you pause and then it clicks. âwaitââ
âdonât,â she cuts in quickly, eyes widening just a little. âdonât say anything yet. i have a plan.â you narrow your eyes immediately. âthatâs never a good sign.â
âit is this time,â she insists, already sliding off you and grabbing your wrist, tugging you up with way too much energy for someone who was just half asleep an hour ago. âget up. go get dressed. something nice.â
âpaigeââ
âsomething nice,â she repeats, pointing at you like that settles it. âand donât ask questions.â
âiâm asking questions.â
âno youâre not.â
âi literally am right now.â she just grins, backing toward the door. âtwenty minutes. donât make me come back in here.â then sheâs gone she doesnât tell you anything, not when you meet her outside, not when she opens your door with a dramatic little bow, not even when she starts the car and immediately reaches over to cover your eyes with one hand.
âpaige.â
âtrust me.â
âyou are actively blocking my vision while driving.â
âmultitasking.â
âthatâs notââ
âmultitasking,â she repeats, firmer this time, and you can hear the smile in her voice as you should be annoyed but youâre not.
it ends up beingâŠher, the whole thing you realize it the second you step out of the car and actually take everything inâthe quiet overlook she found just outside campus, the way the sky stretches open in front of you, soft pinks and deep blues bleeding together as the sun dips lower. thereâs a blanket already laid out, slightly crooked like she tried to fix it three times and gave up and a bag.
way too full to just be random you turn to her slowly. âyou planned all this.â she shrugs, trying way too hard to look casual. âmaybe.â
âpaige.â
âokay, yeah, i did,â she admits, rubbing the back of her neck. âbut in my defense, itâs kind of a big deal.â your chest tightens a little. âthree years.â
âthree years,â she echoes, softer now thereâs a beat where neither of you moves and then, of course, she ruins it. âdonât cry,â she adds quickly. âi did not emotionally prepare for that.â you stare at her. âiâm not crying.â
âyou look like you might.â
âi literally donât.â
âyour eyesââ
âpaige.â
âokay, okay,â she laughs, holding her hands up. âno crying. got it.â you shake your head, but youâre smiling as you sit down on the blanket, watching as she immediately drops down beside you, bumping her shoulder into yours like she canât help it.
âso,â you say, glancing at the bag. âwhatâs all this.â
âpatience.â
âyou donât even have patience.â
âi have selective patience.â
âthatâs not a thing.â
âit is tonight.â you snort, but you let her have it, watching as she pulls things out one by oneâyour favorite snacks, drinks, even that one random thing you mentioned months ago and forgot about completely. âyou remembered that?â you ask quietly.
she doesnât look at you, just shrugs again. âi remember everything about you.â and itâs so casual, the way she says it, like itâs obvious, like itâs nothingâbut it lands heavy anyway before you can say anything, sheâs already reaching back into the bag again.
âokay,â she says, suddenly more nervous than youâve ever seen her. âthis isâuhâthis is the actual part.â you blink. âthe actual part?â
âyeah. like, the important part.â
âpaigeââ
âstop talking,â she says quickly, not even looking at you now as she pulls out a small box. not big. simple. but her hands hesitate just slightly before she passes it to you and thatâs when you realize sheâs nervous.
the paige bueckers is nervous you take it carefully, like it might disappear if you move too fast. âwhat did you do.â
âjust open it,â she mutters, so you do inside isnât anything flashy, it's small things like a bracelet, simple but familiarâyour favorite colors woven together in a way that looks handmade. folded notes, edges worn like theyâve been opened and closed too many times. and underneath it all, a photo.
you and her not a posed one. not something perfect just you, laughing about something, her looking at you instead of the camera. âi made it,â she says quietly. âthe bracelet, i mean. the rest is justâŠstuff.â
you glance up at her, and she finally meets your eyes. âthereâs one for every month,â she adds, nodding toward the notes. âsince we started dating. some are dumb. actually, most of them are dumb. butâ
âpaige.â
âbut i figured if we ever, like, forget something, we could justââ you donât let her finish you lean forward, pulling her into you, arms wrapping tight around her before she can overthink it any more than she already has.
she freezes for half a second then melts. âyouâre crying,â she mumbles into your shoulder. âshut up.â
âyou said you wouldnâtââ
âpaige.â she laughs softly, squeezing you a little tighter. âokay. okay.â you pull back just enough to look at her again, eyes still a little glassy, heart way too full. âthis is the best gift iâve ever gotten.â
âyeah?â she asks, like she wasnât sure. âyeah.â she grins thenâwide, bright, familiar. âgood. because i also got you something else, but itâs not as meaningful.â you blink. âwhat.â
she reaches behind her, pulling out a second bag you somehow didnât notice. âpaige.â
âi panicked,â she says immediately. âwhat if you hated the sentimental thing? i needed a backup.â you canât even help itâyou laugh, shaking your head as she hands it over.
inside is something ridiculous. something so her and somehow, it still fits. âyouâre unbelievable,â you say, looking back up at her. âand yet,â she echoes from earlier, nudging her knee against yours, âyouâre still here.â
you donât even hesitate this time. âyeah,â you say softly. âi am.â
she leans in first and this time, when she kisses you, itâs a mix of everythingâsoft and certain, but smiling too, a little messy, a little her like three years of something real, something growing, something that never quite stopped choosing each other and somehow, still choosing again.
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