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ⓘ UNEXPECTED GAME 2

wnba! paige bueckers x model! azzi fudd — 2.9k wc

Paige Bueckers is the franchise star player of the Dallas Wings. She's known to be this generational talent both in basketball and in... women, apparently. Azzi Fudd, one of the most known names in the model industry. doesn't care about basketball nor this 'Paige Bueckers' that her best friend has been fawning over. So, when her best friend got her courtside season tickets to the game, she's forced to attend. From the moment she locks eyes with the star player, she knew Paige was nothing but trouble.

Girl code exists for a reason. Azzi knows better than to cross that line. Well, the only problem is... she wants to. and Paige seems more than willing to break them with her.

read chapter one here. thank you for all the love ❤️🫠 updated! unexpected game’s playlist here.

—。 Presented and written by, azzidefender.

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chapter two : move two

“okay, i’m gonna head out now, jules.” azzi called as she hurried to the kitchen, grabbing the protein shake she’d made earlier from the fridge. balancing on one foot, she shoved on her shoe, her damp hair and fresh clothes a testament to the lightning-fast shower she’d taken after the gym.

julia’s red head popped up from behind the couch. “what? where?” she frowned, “i thought our meeting was at two.”

“yeah, but i’ve got a shoot before that, i thought i already told you.” azzi barely looked up as she continued pacing around their shared penthouse, patting down countertops and side tables in search of her keys.

“what shoot?” jules asked, her curiosity piqued.

azzi shrugged, “calvin’s.”

julia’s head whipped around. “calvin klein?”

“mhm.” azzi answered distractedly, still searching every countertop for her damn car keys. “hey, have you seen my—

“why didn’t i get an offer?” julia cut in, sounding genuinely offended.

azzi sighed, not this again.

“we can’t expect to get the same offers every time, jules. you booked jacquemus last week, and i was nothing but happy for you. can’t you just be happy for me?”

julia immediately shook her head. “no—no, i am happy for you, az.” she hesitated before adding, “it’s just… weird that you got the offer and i didn’t.”

azzi finally stopped pacing, turning to look at her. “how is that weird?”

for a split second, julia’s expression faltered before she let out a light, dismissive laugh. “never mind.” she waved it off. “what’s the shoot for, anyway?”

azzi held her gaze for another moment, unconvinced. “…it’s for a pride month campaign.”

julia’s eyebrows shot up, “so… you’re gonna be shooting with a girl?” azzi shrugged for what felt like the second time that morning, “i guess? i don’t know.”

julia let out another laugh, though this one sounded just a touch awkward. “since when do you like shooting with girls?”

finally spotting her keys on the entryway table, azzi grabbed them and arched a brow. “did you forget i’m bi?” she reminded her best friend. “besides, work is work. i don’t really care who i’m shooting with.”

“…right,” julia murmured. “aren’t you gonna take joe? i know you hate driving.”

joe was their personal driver.

azzi pulled the front door open. “no, you can take him. i know you’re grabbing matcha with your friends later.” she glanced at the time on her phone, “i really gotta go now. see you, jules.”

“oh, okay. see you, az. love you!”

a small smile tugged at azzi’s lips as she stepped into the hallway, “love you too.”

with that, she pulled the door shut behind her.

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“you’ve got to be kidding me.”

remember when azzi said she didn’t care who she was gonna shoot with approximately forty minutes ago? well, she cares now.

“what are you doing here?” azzi asked, her brows furrowing as she came face-to-face with the blonde, who was scrolling through her phone, already camera ready.

paige looked up at the sound of her voice. the star player was dressed in a white tank top layered beneath a denim jacket, matching denim jeans, and the signature calvin waistband peeking just above them.

fuck, she looked hot. azzi thought.

“oh, hey princess. finally decided to show up?” paige drawled, not looking the least bit surprised to see azzi. she leaned back in her chair, lazily chewing a piece of gum with the hint of a smug grin tugging at her lips.

azzi had the overwhelming urge to knock that smug expression clean off paige’s face.

“you didn’t answer my question, bueckers.” azzi crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow.

paige only spread her hands with an amused smile, wordlessly inviting azzi to look around before motioning to herself and her outfit, it should’ve been pretty obvious.

“use your context clues, princess.”

azzi stared back at her blankly. “let me rephrase that.” she tilted her head, “what are you doing in this shoot? …are you an extra?”

paige’s jaw dropped. she let out the most exaggerated gasp azzi had ever heard before placing a hand over her chest.

“how dare you.”

“an extra?” paige repeated, batting her eyelashes dramatically. “i didn’t know the princess was such a big head.”

azzi immediately furrowed her brows, “am not.”

“are too.” paige mocked.

“am not.”

“are too.”

“yo! paige, azzi!” damon, the photographer, called out, drawing both of their attention away from their childish bickering. “you two know each other already?”

“no.”

“yeah.”

azzi shot paige a look while damon laughed, “so which one is it?”

“we don’t know each other.”

“we know each other.”

they answered at the exact same time, earning an amused chuckle from the photographer. he pulled azzi into a quick hug before making his way over to paige, greeting her with a dap.

“okay…” he drawled, stretching out the o. “azzi what’chu doin’ girl? we’re starting in thirty. go get your hair and makeup done.”

“yeah, go get your hair and makeup done, bighead. don’t want us commoners waitin’ on you.” paige piled on, arching an eyebrow.

azzi glared at paige. god, she’d never met anyone so aggravating. she let out a heavy exhale through her nose before marching towards the dressing room without so much as another glance.

the blonde smirked to herself, clearly satisfied with the reaction she’d managed to get out of azzi. poor damon, on the other hand, looked completely lost with his camera hanging around his neck.

“what was that about?” he asked, watching azzi disappear into the dressing room. “she on her period?”

paige let out a laugh before patting him on the shoulder. “oh, damon,” she said, shaking her head with a grin. “never ask a woman that. ever.”

then, still chewing her gum, paige sauntered off, leaving damon standing in the middle of the bustling studio.

“…y’all are mad weird.”

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“can we bring that key light up a little?”

“we’re getting glare on the jacket!”

“touch-up!”

the studio buzzed with overlapping voices as paige’s hairstylist fussed over the last few strands of her wavy hair, styled loose around her shoulders. they were about to start shooting.

paige hissed as hairspray found its way straight into her eye. "oh my god—sorry!" her hairstylist apologetically uttered.

"you're good." paige assured her through gritted teeth.

god damn, that burns like hell.

once she was alone again, she blinked furiously, waving a hand in front of her watering eye in a hopeless attempt to ease the sting.

“where’s azzi?! we need to start!” one of the crew shouted.

as if right on cue, azzi walked in. and in that moment. paige thought, fuck her and her life, because damn.

paige’s throat went bone-dry in an instant. her eyes locked onto azzi and completely refused to track anything else in the room.

azzi carried herself with an effortless, casual confidence that made paige’s heart do a violent, erratic thud against her ribs. the same way it did at the game, last week. her hair fell in the softest, most luscious curls the blonde had ever laid eyes on, and all paige could think about was what it would feel like to wrap her fingers through them, pulling azzi just a little bit closer.

azzi wore a simple bralette that barely managed to hold the soft, heavy curve of her breasts, leaving her smooth, honey-brown skin glowing beneath the studio lights. the thin fabric strained slightly against her full shape, offering a glimpse of shadow and cleavage that made paige’s chest tight. it was torture.

her gaze traced the way her breasts shifted subtly with every breath, down to the dip of her collarbone, and then further down to a silver belly button piercing that caught the light every time she moved, drawing paige’s eyes right to her waist.

a pair of light-wash denim jeans sat low on her hips, mirroring paige’s look, except instead of a boxer waistband peeking through, the signature calvin klein band of her underwear rested perfectly above the denim.

the older swallowed hard, a sudden, heavy heat pooling low in her stomach. it was unfair how badly she wanted to slide her hands under that waistband, to see if azzi’s skin felt as warm and velvety as it looked. if they were supposed to be shooting a scene together, paige was absolutely doomed.

but she had to play it cool, obviously.

“fashionably late, are we?” paige smirked, making absolutely no effort to hide the way her eyes shamelessly roamed over the supermodel.

azzi caught her in the act almost immediately, her expression flattening as she strode closer. “eyes up here, bueckers.”

paige’s gaze finally met hers, a crooked grin tugging at her lips. “just appreciating the fit.”

“mhm.” azzi hummed, unconvinced. “sure you were.”

“i was.”

“right.”

“what? it’s a nice outfit.” the blonde defended herself.

azzi only gave her a look before walking past. although, the corner of her mouth threatening to curl into a smile. “keep telling yourself that.”

paige watched her go for exactly half a second before her eyes betrayed her again. her gaze dropped, completely powerless against the pull, and locked right onto the heavy, perfect curve of azzi’s ass.

fuck, that bubble ass. she whistled internally, she told herself that was an accident (it was very much intentional.)

“seriously?” azzi called over her shoulder without even turning around. the older blinked innocently, “what? now i was just appreciating the shoes.”

“you are unbelievable.”

yeah, unbelievably gay. paige thought.

“alright ladies, let’s start simple.” damon called out, gesturing toward the center of the backdrop.

paige rolled her shoulders, trying to look like she wasn’t currently fighting for her life in a room that suddenly felt eighty degrees hotter.

they started with standard, professional poses. paige stood facing away from the lens, flexing her back just enough for the studio lights to catch the line of her spine through the denim jacket. azzi stepped up behind her, turning the opposite way and casually leaning her elbow right on paige’s shoulder.

the physical contact sent a jolt straight through the blonde’s entire body. naturally, she couldn't just behave.

“you’re heavy,” paige mumbled out of the side of her mouth, keeping her jaw tense for the camera. “what did you eat for breakfast, rocks?”

“shut up, bueckers.” azzi muttered back through a perfectly practiced, gorgeous smize. “stand still and look pretty… or just stand still, since looking pretty is my job.” the younger continued, causing paige to chuckle.

“next set! on the floor, on your backs, facing the ceiling!” damon yelled, the camera shutter clicking rapidly.

they dropped to the backdrop, laying side by side. they were supposed to be looking cool and detached, staring up at the lens overhead. instead, paige immediately started inching her shoulder over until it bumped azzi’s.

“you’re in my space.” azzi whispered, her eyes fixed on the camera lens but her tone sharp enough to cut glass.

“it’s a shared backdrop, fudd. sharing is caring.” paige whispered back, deliberately shifting her leg so the denim of their jeans brushed. “besides, you love being close to me.”

“i will literally kick you in the shin on camera paige.”

“do it. the fans will love the tension.”

as the shoot went on, damon started directing them into progressively more intimate setups. the gap between them vanished. hands were placed on hips, breaths were turning warm against necks, and paige’s brain was rapidly melting into mush. she was doing her absolute best to mask her sheer, desperate horniness with obnoxious banter, but it was getting harder by the second.

“okay, let’s up the heat.” damon called out, looking through the viewfinder with a grin. “azzi, hop into her lap. face her. let’s get something raw.”

paige barely had time to brace herself before azzi pivoted, straddling her lap. because of the low-slung jeans and the sheer lack of fabric in azzi's bralette, the positioning meant the soft, heavy curve of azzi’s breasts was aligned directly with paige’s face. like, zero distance. paige’s vision was entirely filled with honey-brown skin and the teasing shadow of cleavage.

paige froze. her mind went completely blank. she was staring. she was staring so hard her eyes were practically burning.

the camera clicked. snap! snap!

azzi’s eyes narrowed as she maintained her fierce, sultry pose for the lens. through her teeth, she hissed, “can you stop staring at my breasts?”

paige didn't even blink. she just leaned in a fraction of an inch, her voice dropping to a low, completely unbothered whisper. “well, it’s kinda hard if it’s right in front of me, princess.”

azzi’s cheeks flushed a furious, beautiful pink. “you are insufferable.”

“and you’re sitting on my lap. look who’s winning.”

“that’s it.” azzi snapped, suddenly throwing her hands up. she scrambled off paige’s lap, marching right over to the front of the set toward the photographer. “damon, seriously, why do i have to do this with paige of all people? shouldn’t this be like… a couple thing? it’s way too much.”

paige didn't even bother getting up. she stayed right there on the floor, leaning back on her hands against the backdrop, her legs sprawled out, wearing the biggest, most shit-eating grin known to mankind.

damon lowered his camera. around the studio, the rest of the staff stopped dead in their tracks, slowly looking at each other in stunned silence. azzi fudd was always known to be the epitome of a consummate professional on set. the fact that paige had cracked her standard composure was nothing short of a miracle.

damon blinked, looking between the stressed out azzi and the smugly vibrating paige. “okay,” damon said slowly, raising an eyebrow. “do you have a girlfriend or a boyfriend, azzi?”

azzi crossed her arms, defensive. “...no.”

damon’s gaze slowly drifted past azzi’s shoulder, locking onto paige. silently asking what about you?

paige was still peacefully sitting on the ground, completely content with her life choices. without losing a beat, paige offered a loud, cheerful, “nope.” popping the p at the end.

damon looked back at azzi, a wide concerning smile breaking across his face. “do both of you wanna get paid?”

at the exact same time, like a pair of synchronized twins, both azzi and paige aggressively nodded their heads.

“then act like y’all at least tolerate each other for five damn minutes!” damon threw his hands in the air, completely crashing out.

azzi winced, she pursed her lips into a pout. meanwhile paige? yes, she was still shit-grinning in the back.

“back on the lap. let’s go!”

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two weeks later.

@calvinklein made a new post!

📸: paige bueckers & azzi fudd

bio : gravity pulls, but they pull harder. unapologetic, breathtaking, and entirely magnetic in each other's orbit.

@ paigebueckers and @ azzifudd in calvin klein. closer than ever. #pride

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@bueckers.nation: WAIT??? PAIGE AND AZZI FOR CALVIN KLEIN??? IM SCREAMING 😭😭😭

╰› @fuddontop: this is like a DREAM COLLAB.

╰› @azprincess: what is life fr.

@bigbucketspb: paige is so… 🥵🤤 respectfully.

@womenshoops.vibe: HOLYY— this campaign is absolutely legendary 😭🔥

@pb5court: look at the second slide omg... paige looks DOWN BAD. she is literally staring directly at azzi’s chest like her life depends on it 💀

╰› @paigey5: LMFAO not you calling our girl out 😭

╰› @pb.wings: no but she’s so real for that.

╰›@uconnforever: nah she just gay.

@ballersparadise: THE crossover i never knew i needed. the chemistry in these photos is actually insane.

@fuddszn: azzi looks INSANE in that bralette omg but can we talk about the lap pose??? the way paige is looking up at her??? they are not just coworkers your honor.

@paigeypov: paige is fighting for her actual life in that lap picture. I GET HER, LIKE MOVE TF OUT BLONDIE.

╰› @azlover: NO BUT HOW DO I BECOME AZZI. like i wanna sit on paige’s lap. 🤠

@hoopsandhearts: what does paige have that i don’t 💔😞

╰› @bucketcharts: a lot honey, A LOT. 🫩

@damonshotsofficial: y’all don’t wanna know what i went through for this.

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azzi fudd is a rookie

azzi fudd is not paige bueckers

azzi fudd is not arike ogunbowale

azzi fudd is a player of the dallas wings

azzi fudd is a member of a team

I think sometimes some of us as fans (myself included) tend to be blinded by expectations and what we want from her, that we tend to disregard how she's approaching the game, and how she wants to help her teammates out. she's actively learning, I guarantee sooner or later she will find a balance btwn helping herself and the team while also having that confidence.

Give the rook some grace, give the team some grace and lets trust the process whatever it is.

Azzi talking about P

ⓘ UNEXPECTED GAME 1

wnba! paige bueckers x model! azzi fudd — 4.6k wc

Paige Bueckers is the franchise star player of the Dallas Wings. She’s known to be this generational talent both in basketball and in… women, apparently. Azzi Fudd, one of the most known names in the model industry. doesn’t care about basketball nor this ‘Paige Bueckers’ that her best friend has been fawning over. So, when her best friend got her courtside season tickets to the game, she’s forced to attend. From the moment she locks eyes with the star player, she knew Paige was nothing but trouble.

Girl code exists for a reason. Azzi knows better than to cross that line. Well, the only problem is… she wants to. and Paige seems more than willing to break them with her.

dedicated to my dear anon who came up with this highly requested prompt awhile ago.

obviously feel free to tell me what you guys think 💭 ‼️

—。Presented and written by, azzidefender.

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chapter one : move one

dallas college park center was deafening. excitement buzzed through the arena, the energy crackling in the air as the crowd erupted into thunderous cheers every time a wings player scored. azzi could feel the vibrations beneath her boots, the atmosphere unlike anything she’d ever experienced.

it couldn’t have been more different from the world azzi is used to. her workplace was subdued, almost sacred, where the loudest sound was the rhythmic click of heels against the runway, the background music and the soft instructions murmured from behind the camera.

the contrast was almost jarring, yet somehow fascinating. in a way, she understood the thrill.

fashion wasn’t always quiet either, backstage was a different story entirely. a beautiful kind of chaos where stylists rushed between racks, makeup artists made last second touch-ups, hairdressers fixed every strand that dared fall out of place, and someone was always counting down the seconds until the next look.

she’s learned how to slip in and out of outfits in record time while voices overlapped around her, calling her name, adjusting a sleeve, straightening a collar, reminding her where to stand next. it wasn’t all that different from what she was witnessing now. different worlds and uniforms, but the same adrenaline pulsing beneath it all.

how did azzi end up here? she doesn’t really know…

yesterday, she was catching up with julia and somehow now, she’s sitting court-side at a dallas wings game against the atlanta dream.

she doesn’t even like basketball. well, doesn’t like is a strong word. she more so… doesn’t understand it. if she doesn’t understand it, how can she possibly enjoy it, right?

angel is on the atlanta dream though, which is exciting to see. azzi and her met two years ago, during a shoot for skims. she was surprised to find out that modeling wasn’t angel’s main job, considering how talented she is at it. since then, they became close friends and meet up once every couple of months.

angel snagged the ball after it bounced off the rim. a rebound, azzi thought. at least she was pretty sure that’s what it was called. years of overhearing her basketball-crazy parents yelling at the tv had to count for something.

azzi clapped, earning a few side glances from the wings fan besides her. one of them including her best friend, julia.

“did you forget we’re here to support the wings azzi?”

azzi shrugged unfazed, “i don’t know any of em, we do know angel though, so you should clap for her too jules.” she called out, they should show their friend some support.

julia gaped as she stared at her best friend. “az, that’s not how it works. we live in dallas, we should support our home team.”

azzi raised an eyebrow, “says you. aren’t you just here for paige beukers—

“it’s bueckers azzi, b-u-e-c-k-e-r-s. how many times do i have to repeat this for you to get it right? julia cuts off, spelling the star player name one by one.

azzi rolled her eyes, “yea her, anyways. you weren’t even into sports a week ago, let alone basketball. so you have no right to question who i support.” she sassily replied.

julia thinned her lips into a straight line, not even questioning the younger anymore, she had grown used to it. “but isn’t paige so hot? i mean, look at her az. that’s my future wife right there.” she continued, bringing her hand up in the air towards the blonde player with the number 5 attached on the back.

azzi simply stared at julia blankly. this is the third time her lesbian best friend has had a crush on someone this year, and it’s all thanks to her obsession with watching thirst trap edits. tho, azzi would say this one was the worst so far.

“i can’t believe you bought court-side tickets after seeing her on your, for you page.”

julia waved her hand dismissively. “we have too much money to spend anyway, might as well.” azzi let out a quiet laugh, shaking her head at the ridiculous logic of her redheaded best friend.

“oh! azzi, look! we’re on the jumbotron.” julia exclaimed excitedly.

azzi lifted her head towards the massive screen hanging above the arena. sure enough, there they were, front and center. azzi fudd & julia ricardo, with supermodel displayed beneath their names. the crowd erupted into cheers the moment they recognized the pair. after all, they were the most famous supermodel duo in dallas.

julia threw both hands into the air, waving so enthusiastically as if the jumbotron wasn’t already impossible to miss. azzi, on the other hand, only let out a soft chuckle before flashing the camera a small, dimpled smile accompanied by a subtle wave.

with the game paused for a timeout, most of the players instinctively looked up at the jumbotron, puzzled by the crowd’s sudden burst of cheers.

azzi noticed several of the players looking pleasantly surprised at the sight of them on the jumbotron. smiles spread across their faces almost instantly, with a few even nudging their teammates to look. angel, in particular, beamed the moment she spotted them.

but that wasn’t the main thing she noticed. azzi couldn’t shake the feeling of a certain blonde’s gaze crawling beneath her skin. while the other players quickly looked away, she didn’t. she kept staring at them… particularly at her.

across the court, bueckers sat on the dallas bench, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as the coach drew up the next play. a bottle of gatorade rested in her hand, taking the occasional sip, yet her eyes never once left azzi.

their view were directly across from one another.

azzi had never been one to lose a staring contest. if anything, she welcomed the challenge. so instead of looking away, she held the blonde’s gaze without hesitation, one brow slowly arching as if to silently ask, what?

seconds stretched between them. the noise of the arena faded into the background as neither of them blinked first.

then, just as the referee signaled for play to resume, the blonde let out, on what it looks like the faintest chuckle. a smug grin tugged at the corner of her lips before she pushed herself off the bench and jogged back onto the court, leaving azzi watching after her with a confusion she couldn’t quite explain.

okay, she’s hella weird. azzi internally thought. they didn’t even know each other.

“omg, az! did you see that?” julia squealed suddenly, shoving azzi’s shoulder with a grin so wide it looked like her cheeks might split. “paige was a thousand percent checking me out! did you see the way she kept staring? she was basically eye-fucking me with her eyes!”

the brunette chuckled awkwardly, “yeah… i saw that.” she couldn’t bring herself to burst her best friend’s bubble, especially when she wasn’t even sure what had just happened herself.

“ugh, thank god i did my hair today. i knew it would pay off! she’s totally into me.” julia declared, dramatically brushing her thick, fiery red hair over one shoulder with an impossibly smug smile.

azzi rolled her eyes once again, unable to hide her amused smile at julia’s unwavering confidence.

to be fair, her best friend is gorgeous.

she couldn’t exactly blame julia for assuming the blonde had been staring. the last two gay women julia had developed a crush on had ended up in her bed, so her confidence wasn’t exactly unfounded. maybe this blonde would be next.

and maybe… julia was right.

maybe azzi had simply mistaken the direction of the stare. they had been sitting shoulder to shoulder, after all.

“yeah, your hair looks great, jules. as always.” azzi said with a soft laugh, indulging her best friend’s ego. julia grinned triumphantly before leaning her head against azzi’s shoulder. “thanks babe, you also look absolutely stunning.”

she’d admit it, she did look good as well. but she was starting to regret wearing the leather mini skirt. it wasn’t exactly the most comfortable thing to sit in, especially with courtside seats in the very front row.

the game carried on, just as intense as it had been all night. neither team was willing to give an inch, and before anyone knew it, regulation had come and gone.

overtime. the arena buzzed with anticipation as every possession suddenly felt like it could decide the game.

then, in the blink of an eye, number 10 from the wings lost her handle. the ball slipped from her fingertips and skidded across the hardwood, bouncing dangerously toward the sideline—right where azzi and julia were seated.

before either of them even had the chance to flinch, a blonde blur darted into view.

bueckers lunged without hesitation, stretching every inch of her frame to snatch the loose ball inches before it sailed out of bounds or into the hands of an atlanta player. one fluid motion later, she had already shoveled it back to a teammate before crashing into the courtside barricade.

without thinking, azzi instinctively reached out a hand to help. she was the closest to the blonde, after all.

bueckers looked momentarily dazed from the collision, blinking a couple of times before her eyes found azzi’s. after a brief beat, she slipped her hand into azzi’s and let the brunette steady her back onto her feet.

“you okay, princess?”

the words were barely above a murmur, low enough that azzi almost convinced herself she’d imagined them.

princess?

her brows furrowed, who the hell did this woman think she was? calling her princess.

“i think you should be asking yourself that.” azzi replied, raising one of her eyebrows in amusement.

the blonde’s grin widened ever so slightly, as if she’d gotten exactly the reaction she was hoping for, paige winked playfully before jogging back into the game.

“damn,” julia sulked dramatically. “i should’ve taken your seat earlier.” she slumped back in her chair with an exaggerated sigh after instinctively shrieking to the other side when the collision happened. “i could’ve touched her strong veiny hands.”

azzi shot julia a look, equal parts entertained and incredulous. “okay… now you’re just making it weird jules.”

julia continued to pout beside her while azzi found herself glancing down at her own hand, she couldn’t help but to agree.

paige bueckers did have nice hands. strong, warm, and surprisingly gentle.

okay, stop. you’re the one being weird now. azzi shook her head, forcing the train of thought out of her mind.

once the final buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the game, angel made her way over to them. “hey, ladiesss.” she greeted with a grin. “didn’t know you were coming to the game, you should’ve give me a heads up fudd!”

azzi wasted no time wrapping the girl in a hug. “hey, angel. i didn’t even know i was coming until 9 p.m. last night, so… i couldn’t exactly text you a heads-up.” she replied with a sheepish laugh, sending julia a knowing glance.

julia rolled her eyes dramatically. “fine… it was my spontaneous idea, az. blame me.” she said, raising her hands in mock surrender.

she stepped forward to give angel a quick hug, which the taller woman returned with an easy smile. while julia and angel weren’t nearly as close as azzi and angel were, they’d crossed paths on enough projects over the years to know each other well enough for the greeting to feel effortless.

“great game by the way, you killed it.” azzi added.

“it would’ve been if paige hadn’t come in clutch,” angel replied with mock annoyance. “she’s so damn irritating when she does that, which is all the time.”

the mention of one particular player immediately caught julia’s attention.

“you know her?”

azzi and angel turned to look at her at the exact same time. even azzi, who barely knew the first thing about basketball, knew the answer to that.

her best friend squeezed her eyes shut for a second, realizing she’d just asked a pretty stupid question. which, to be fair, she had.

“i mean…” she quickly corrected herself. “are you two close?”

angel blinked, a little caught off guard by the question. “um… i mean, yeah. we’re good friends.”

“oh, cool.” julia replied a little too quickly, unable to hide the spark of interest in her voice. angel’s gaze flickered to azzi, silently asking, what’s going on?

azzi only smiled and gave an innocent little shrug, choosing not to expose her best friend’s very obvious crush. judging by the amused look beginning to form on angel’s face, though, she had a feeling her teammate was already connecting the dots.

“…alright, i’ve gotta head to media now, but i’ll catch up with you guys later.” angel gestured toward the tunnel before flashing azzi a grin. “and i love the skirt, az. you have to tell me where you got it.”

“i’ll text you.” azzi laughed.

with one last nod, angel slowly backed away, turning only when she was a few steps out before jogging towards the media room.

“well, great job hiding your interest jules, not noticeable at all.” azzi teased, shooting her a cheeky look. julia groaned, “i panicked, okay?”

“sure. can we get some food now, though? i’m starving.” azzi said, rubbing her stomach.

“not yet, az.” julia shook her head. “i’ve gotta get paige’s attention first. i have to at least talk to her!”

azzi let out an exaggerated sigh. “jules…”

“what do you think the point of me wearing this green snakeskin dress was?” julia gestured to herself. “i didn’t suffer through all this just to not talk to her.”

she gave herself an unnecessary twirl, as if azzi hadn’t already seen the outfit a dozen times, before dramatically pointing towards the blonde, who was currently in the middle of a postgame interview at center court.

azzi let out a long, resigned sigh. “fine… go talk to her, i’ll wait.” she gave a small nod toward the player, silently urging julia to get on with it already. the sooner she went, the sooner they could finally get something to eat.

“are you crazy? i can’t just walk up to her!” julia exclaimed, earning a confused frown from azzi.

“why not?”

“because!” julia threw her hands up, “she’s gonna think i’m desperate.”

azzi stared at her best friend, thoroughly unimpressed. “she’s not gonna think you’re desperate, jules. just go introduce yourself.” she crossed her arms, waiting.

julia began tapping her heels against the floor, clearly thinking something over. suddenly, her face lit up.

“i have an idea!” she beamed. “how about you introduce me to her?” azzi’s brows immediately knitted together. “i don’t even know her.”

“well…” julia said carefully, a hopeful smile creeping onto her face. “you will once you talk to her.”

azzi let out a disbelieving laugh, “i am not walking up to her just to tell her you’re interested, jules.”

julia’s face instantly fell into an exaggerated pout,“what? why not?” she whined. “pleasee, help me out, az. you’re way better at this.”

“no, jules.”

“help your best friend out, please?”

azzi sighed, she couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. all she could think about was the perfect roast dinner after this. the sooner this was over, the sooner she’d finally get to eat.

“fine.” she muttered more to herself, “let’s just get this over with, but dinner’s on you.”

“deal!” julia practically bounced with excitement. “thank you, az! you’re the best. now go!” before azzi could even reconsider, julia began shooing her away with both hands.

azzi shot her a silent glare before turning and making her way through the crowd on the court.

i can’t believe i’m actually doing this. she thought. weaving past players, staff, and media crews.

the star player appeared to be wrapping up her postgame interview, reaching up to unclip the microphone from the collar of her jersey.

just as she handed the mic back to a crew member, she noticed someone making their way towards her.

paige’s gaze lifted, settling on the striking curly brunette walking directly in her direction. instinctively, she straightened a little, her curiosity piqued as she watched azzi close the distance.

azzi came to an abrupt stop right in front of her, meeting the blonde’s gaze without a hint of hesitation.

“hi.”

the blonde raised an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth curling into an amused smile as her gaze drifted over azzi, lingering for a brief moment on her bellybutton piercing before returning to meet her eyes.

“hey, princess.”

azzi held out a hand. “the name’s azzi, not princess. so you can stop calling me that, thanks.” paige’s grin only widened as she reached out to shake it. there it was again—that firm yet surprisingly gentle grip.

“you do realize,” paige said, her smile turning almost smug. “you’re the one who walked up to me, right?”

“don’t flatter yourself, bueckers. i’m not here to chat with you.” the younger woman shot back without missing a beat.

“oh?” paige tilted her head, clearly entertained. “and what reason would that be then, princess?”

okay, now she was definitely doing it on purpose.

azzi parted her lips, fully prepared to come up with a comeback that would wipe that smug grin off the blonde’s face. but before she could, a tiny tug on the hem of paige’s basketball shorts made both women glance down.

a little girl, no older than six, stood there in an oversized bueckers jersey, looking up with wide eyes.

paige’s grin immediately softened, “hey, buddy.” she crouched slightly to the girl’s height. “you want an autograph?”

the little girl vigorously shook her head. before paige could even process what was happening, the child darted right past her. straight to azzi.

tiny arms wrapped around azzi’s leg in an enthusiastic hug, azzi blinked in surprise before her expression melted into something impossibly gentle.

“hi there.” she greeted softly.

“princess!” the little girl beamed.

a pair of horrified parents came rushing over seconds later, “oh my gosh, we’re so sorry!” the mother apologized between embarrassed laughs. “she just… took off.”

the father rubbed the back of his neck apologetically.“she’s such a huge fan of the people’s princess,” he explained. “we really can’t believe she just ran onto the court.” azzi’s brows lifted ever so slightly.

“would it be alright if she took a picture with you, azzi?”

a warm smile spread across azzi’s face. “of course,” she answered. “i’d love to.”

she glanced sideways at paige just in time to catch the blonde staring at her with an expression that hovered somewhere between disbelief and amusement.

azzi couldn’t resist. she flashed paige the tiniest, most satisfied smirk before turning her attention back to the little girl.

“come here.”

she effortlessly picked the child up onto her hip, earning an excited squeal. the parents hurriedly unlocked a phone before the mother hesitated.

“actually…” she said sheepishly, looking toward paige. “would you mind joining too? we’re big fans of yours as well.”

paige laughed under her breath, “guess i can do that.” she stepped beside azzi, close enough that their shoulders nearly brushed.

the little girl, now perched comfortably in azzi’s arms, wrapped one arm around her neck while grinning at the camera. without really thinking about it, paige rested a light hand against the small of azzi’s back to steady her.

azzi felt it immediately. she turned her head just enough to meet paige’s eyes for a split second, the blonde’s grin was downright insufferable.

“ready?” the father called.

“one, two, three!”

the flash went off. it had to be one of the most awkwardly random photos either of them had ever taken and yet, somehow, neither of them moved away right after. the parents thanked them profusely, apologizing one last time before hurrying off with their daughter.

the moment they were out of earshot, paige turned back to azzi, a smug grin already creeping onto her face.

“so…” she dragged out. “you really do get called a princess.”

azzi rolled her eyes so hard it was almost impressive.“you’re awfully cocky for someone who only scored fourteen points today.”

the effect was immediate because paige looked personally offended. “excuse you?” she pressed a hand to her chest. “ten of those fourteen were clutch points, mind you. and i had a double-double.”

azzi frowned, shifting her weight onto one leg as she crossed her arms.

“…what’s a double-double?”

paige let out the most dramatic gasp imaginable.“okay bro, you officially don’t get to comment on my game if you don’t even know what a double-double is, princess.”

“i told you to stop calling me that, bueckers.”

“right. my mistake, princess.”

“stop.”

“my apologies… princess.” paige drawled, placing deliberate emphasis on the nickname.

azzi pinched the bridge of her nose, “you’re unbelievably annoying.”

“and yet,” paige said with a grin that bordered on insufferable, “you’re the one who walked up to me.” she signed both hands towards azzi then back to herself.

“against my will.”

“still counts.”

“it absolutely does not.”

“pretty sure it does.”

azzi shot her a deadpan look. “you’re making this conversation significantly longer than it needs to be.”

“you haven’t even told me why you came over.”

…right.

julia.

azzi closed her eyes for a brief second. she’d gotten so distracted arguing with this irritating human being that she’d completely forgotten why she was there in the first place.

she drew in a quiet breath, ready to explain. only for a member of the dallas wings media staff to appear beside them.

“perfect, you two already know each other!” she said with a relieved smile. “we were actually wondering if you’d be willing to take a quick photo together with jess, and your co-partner, julia ricardo, if that’s alright with you, ms. fudd? it’s for the wings social media.”

azzi blinked, “…yeah, that’s fine.”

“awesome. thank you!” the staff member motioned for them to follow.

azzi shot paige a brief look before turning around and leading the way back towards julia. the second the redhead realized who was walking beside her, her posture noticeably shifted. her body language screaming act normal.

paige offered an easy smile, extending her hand first, “nice to meet you, i’m paige.”

julia stared for half a second before remembering how to function. “h-hi.” she quickly tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear before accepting the handshake. “julia.”

“yeah,” paige replied with a teasing grin. “i know.” she punctuated it with a quick wink.

azzi looked between the two of them before slowly rolling her eyes.

unbelievable.

before julia could recover from whatever just happened, another woman approached them with an easy smile.

“hey, i’m jess.”

she introduced herself to both azzi and julia, exchanging quick greetings before the staff member clapped their hands together. “alright, let’s line up!”

azzi and julia naturally stood beside one another in the middle. before anyone else could move, paige casually stepped up beside azzi. at the exact same time, she motioned for jess to stand on julia’s other side. jess caught on immediately, taking her place next to the visibly flustered julia.

the photographer adjusted the camera, “everyone ready?” without warning, paige rested a hand lightly against azzi’s bare waist.

azzi went completely still.

paige felt it instantly, a satisfied smile tugged at her lips. she leaned in just enough for only azzi to hear.

“smile for the camera, princess.”

azzi shot her a sideways glare. then, almost effortlessly, she shifted her attention to the camera. her signature smile appeared as though it’d been switched on. warm dimples on full display.

“perfect!” the photographer called. “one more.”

click.

“got it. thank you, everyone!”

almost immediately, another member of the media team waved paige over. “paige! we’re waiting for you.”

“coming!”

paige let her hand slip from azzi’s waist before taking a step back. as she passed, she dipped her head ever so slightly toward azzi.

“catch you later, princess.” she murmured.

before azzi could think of a reply, paige was already walking away.

“bye, paige!” julia called after her.

paige glanced over her shoulder, offering nothing more than a polite wave and an easy smile.

“thanks for coming out and supporting us,” she said. “really appreciate it.” then she disappeared into the crowd alongside jess, leaving julia standing there in complete awe.

“…she winked at me.”

azzi sighed, “she winks at everyone, jules.”

“don’t ruin this for me az.”

“i think i just found the love of my life.” julia continued dreamily, still staring after the blonde’s back.

azzi blinked, what on earth just happened?

in the span of ten minutes, she’d somehow been forced to play cupid, she was called princess for an unreasonable amount of times, and had a professional basketball player shamelessly get under her skin for her own entertainment.

all she knew was this : paige bueckers was without question. the most unbelievable, infuriating, and utterly irritating person she had ever met.

and if her best friend really planned on falling for that.

well, good luck to her.

as for azzi?

every alarm bell in her head was screaming the exact same thing. stay as far away from the wings star player as humanly possible.

“can we get food now?” she asked, already turning towards the exit.

julia practically skipped after her, “yeah, yeah… but first, can we talk about the fact that paige winked at me?”

azzi groaned, “absolutely not.”

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📸: paige bueckers, jessica shepard, azzi fudd & julia ricardo

bio : special visitors or more like supermodels 👀 at tonight’s game! thanks for stopping by and stealing the show. @ azzifudd and @ juliaricardo

always love having familiar faces courtside!

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@bueckerswifee: WAIT??? AZZI FUDD???

@wnbacentral: i had to do a double take 😭

@paigenewsacc: since WHEN were azzi and julia at a wings game??

@hoopsdaily: the crossover i never knew i needed.

@fuddingiconic: azzi looks INSANE in that mini skirt OMG.

@juliasnumber1fan: JULIA WON TODAY IDC.

@pb5goat: paige standing suspiciously close to azzi… 👀

@courtsidecam: OMG. the people’s princess x the nonchalant final boss? this is MY NICHE.

╰› @lesbianagendas: THIS COMMENT LMAOOOO.

╰› @bueckersfuddfan : no fr.

@fuddforever: whoever manifested this crossover… thank you.

@bueckers4life: i need them in the same room again immediately.

@paigeglazer: wait did anyone else see that family that took a picture with paige and azzi together??

╰› @hoopsobsessed: YEAH I SAW THAT!! paige was standing SO close bro 😭

╰› @pbfilm: and her hand was literally on azzi’s waist for the team picture HELLO???

╰› @uconnicpb5: i’m sayingggg 😭

╰› @basketballgirl234: y’all are mad weird.

╰› @princessazzifudd: imagine being that little girl and accidentally creating the most random crossover ever.

@wnbaupdatess: i need the behind the scenes footage immediately.

@angelreese5: y’all work FAST 😭😂

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paige holding the baby while the baby's babbling to azzi. azzi just staring at the baby. azzis arm on paige's knee. fuck it we all got baby fever now

we obviously dk where they were at but “how did you know I was coming HERE though” tells you enough, it doesn’t even look like theres other fans around.

is it casual now? pt. 1

paige bueckers x ditzy bi curious reader

2nd person but mostly paige’s pov

wc: 3.9k

warnings: sad, making paige sad, paige is helplessly yearning, reader is kind of a bitch sorry, so much weed usage! making out, no use of y/n, paige calls reader honey, baby, and sugar

plot: you’re gay and deeply in denial and using paige to figure shit out (mean!) and paige is so pussy whipped she just lets you😔 happy ending tho i promise, reader is very girly.

a/n: i’ve never been to uconn, i don’t know what their greek life is like, but in this they have frat parties every week alright? reader has big boobs, if you don’t, neither do i, just pretend. ik i talk about part 2’s a lot of the time but this like really is a series i swear.

Paige’s injury was weighing on her. She hated being out, she hated feeling useless. Any time her team lost she blamed herself, if she’d just taken better care of her body, she could’ve been out there putting in game winning shots. She hated being left out, she hated the pain in her knee.

And my god, she hated how bored she was. She didn’t realize how much of her life was spent on basketball till she couldn’t do anything anymore.

I mean sure she had PT 4 times a week but so much of her life was basketball. No more early morning runs, hours of her day that had once been spent practicing, shooting 3’s, playing scrimmages, or hitting the weight room? Now those hours were spent bumming around her apartment feeling bad for herself.

She started hanging out around you more and more during her recovery. She’d known you for a few years now, one of Amari’s friends. She always thought you were cute but she told herself she didn’t like you. You always had a boyfriend anyways. They never lasted long, but you always had one.

She didn’t like straight girls, she wasn’t a chaser. Liking a straight girl meant endless pinning that wouldn’t get her anywhere.

So no, she didn’t like you– not romantically at least. But she did like getting high in your apartment.

She lays on your bed, staring at the ceiling. The edible has fully kicked in and it’s strong. She knew your boyfriend was over, and it pissed her off (just because he’s a bad boyfriend and nothing else at all) so she went out and got the pack of gummies, sending you a photo of the bag with a ‘?’. She knew you’d kick him out.

But Goddamnit standing in the doorway of your apartment? Apparently because you were hanging out with him, you were dressed for him. She hates when you wear tops to low cut because she can’t take her eyes off your chest. She feels bad but she knows you’re too oblivious to even notice. But the way your tits are straining against that fabric? Begging to spill out on display for her? She’s a mess.

But she ate a gummy and so did you. She knew weed probably wasn’t good for her recovery, but it was the easiest way to be around you. If she reached out to you just asking to hang out, it’s unlikely you’d agree without questions or suspicion.

So here she is, laying in your bed, high as fuck.

You’re sitting on your floor looking out of the window. “I think I’m gonna break up with Ayden.” You sigh softly.

This peaks Paige’s interests, making her sit up. “Yeah? Why?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “I’m just kinda done. He’s annoying.”

“How so?” She asks, eager to pry.

You turn around and lean on the wall, looking up at her on your bed. “He’s bad at sex, he’s jealous, but he talks to other girls. So… I’m done.”

Paige feels guilty, she hates how exciting this is to her. Granted she gets excited every time you break up with a guy, which makes it twice as painful when you inevitably get with another boy. But this never seems to stop her from getting excited again, a cycle.

“He sounds like an ass. Glad you’re leaving him.” She nods.

You look up at her, those blue eyes glossed over, eyelids heavy. She really is beautiful. “Is it easier being a lesbian? Women seem… like better people.”

She’s surprised. You’ve never really asked her about her sexuality. She thinks for a moment, “Nah girls can be bitches too but… you talk about bad sex a lot and I feel like guys aren’t good in bed. At least with women like… the sex is almost mever bad.” She shrugs, trying to be honest.

Really though, she thinks being a lesbian is terrible, because it comes will falling head over heels for a girl who talks about nothing but boys.

You hum, nodding, “I don’t know like… I like ridding though.”

Paige laughs, you’ve always been overly blunt when you’re high. Today is no exception.

“That’s what straps are for.” She laughs.

Again your reaction manages to surprise her.

“I’ve never understood the appeal. Why not just get with a guy?”

“Cause… women are better. And guys don’t have tits and… women are hotter.” She shrugs. She’s never thought much of it.

“Have you ever used a strap?” You look up at her. Such innocent curiosity in those eyes, what she would give to show you just how great a strap can be. She can just imagine your tits bouncing in that white tube top while you fall apart on the navy blue strap she has in her bottom drawer. Or maybe she’d buy one just for you. A pink one. She’s sure you’d like that.

“Yeah.” She nods. “I’m usually the one wearing it though.”

“So you’re a top?” You ask.

Jeez, how do you even know this shit? Paige nods anyways though. “Yeah it’s fun.” She shrugs.

“Why?” You continue.

What? “Why what?”

“Like… why is it fun, what do you like about it?”

Oh. Shit how does she even explain this to you? “I don’t know it’s like… control or something. And a strap feels good to, you know like… rubs my pussy as well. But… I don’t know it’s just fun to watch a girl fall apart cause I’m fucking her.” She wants to watch you fall apart while she fucks you.

She’s sure she’d be uncomfortable sober, but right now she doesn’t have much going on in her train of thoughts, let alone enough to trigger any form of shame or humility.

“Cool.” You nod. “Why don’t you date anyone though?”

Paige furrows her brows, “Fuck you mean? I just got with a girl last friday.” She scoffs.

You groan and roll your eyes, “Yeah, I know you sleep with people. I mean dating. Why don’t you date anyone.”

“Sure I do.” Paige shrugs.

“Okay, who was the lest girl you actually dated?”

She sighs, thinking back. It admittedly has been seven months, and even that wasn’t a very serious relationship. “Okay whatever. Shut up.”

You just chuckle, shaking your head. You stand up and walk over to the bed, sitting down next to Paige. “So. Who do you like?”

Paige looks up at you with curiosity. “Pardon?”

“Who’s your crush?” You persist.

You. “Don’t have one.” She shrugs.

You huff and cross your arms, “Broringgggg! Come on, there must be someone.”

“There really isn’t,” She shrugs again, “sorry to disappoint.”

You groan, overly dramatic, “You’re such a loser Paige…!”

“Woah woah woah!” She laughs, “not too much on me, I like being single.”

The only other times Paige saw you were frat parties. This made her love frat parties. She didn’t actually care for them very much, she was indifferent, but it was an excuse to see you. She told herself she really did like frat parties, even if it wasn’t true.

So here she is on a Friday night with Aubrey and Ice, with a white polo, jorts, and a slight limp.

She’s immediately hit with the smell of weed as she walks through the door. Figures. The music was loud and the space was already crowded.

She headed to the kitchen and opened the cooler, grabbing the first beer she saw.

Okay maybe she did like frat parties, but she wouldn’t go as often as she didn’t if you didn’t go to so many.

It’s not like you went every week, but usually every other. You said it was good enough for you. You’re still getting out twice a month, but no one can say you party every weekend.

She pretended to care about the other people she said hi to, but she didn’t. She was looking for you.

When her eyes found you she froze. You had on a black tank top, a tight one, letting her see your cleavage. Okay letting anyone see your cleavage, but she liked to wish deep down it was for her. And this little sparkly sequin cheetah print skirt, she’d seen you wear once before at the start of the year.

You looked amazing. When did you not?

She made her way over to you, trying to seem as chill as possible, like you both just happened to be at the same party, like she wasn’t here for you.

“Hey,” She smiled.

You’d been talking to someone Paige vaguely recognized, a girl in your sorority. You look up and stop your conversation, standing up and giving me a hug. “Hi Paige!” You smile excitedly.

She feels butterflies at the thought of how happy you always were to see her. I mean sure, you were extremely social and acted like that when you saw most people, but Paige still felt special.

She notices as you look down at the beer in her hand and grimace, “that shit is so nasty, why do you drink it?”

“Better than being a girl-drink-drunk,” she teases, referring to the Blue Raspberry Beatbox in your hand. She’s tried them before, so much fruit juice and sugar you can’t even taste the alcohol.

“Whatever, have fun tasting gross,” you shrug rolling your eyes.

Tasting gross? Did you think she was gonna kiss someone? Paige ignores that.

“You havin’ fun?”

“Yeah!” You nod, you quickly motion for your friend you’d been talking to stand up. “This is Celia!” You smile.

Paige smiles and extends her hand, “Paige.” She smiles politely.

“I know!” The girl smiles shaking Paige’s hand.

Did you talk about her to Celia? But her question is answered before she can think much longer about it.

“I’ve been to some of your games,” Celia smiles.

Figures, she doesn’t like to be cocky but she knows the majority of campus knows who she is. She just likes to be optimistic that people won’t know who she is.

“Cool,” she nods. “We won I’m sure?”

“Yeah!” Celia nods, “It was uh… DePaul the last one I saw you at.”

“Nice.” Paige remembers the last time she played DePaul. Last season before she got this fucking tear.

“I’m gonna go find my boyfriend!” Celia announces, more to you than Paige she assumes. Sure enough you give her a hug and promise to find her later.

“She seems cool.” Paige smiles down at you.

“I don’t really know her that well,” you shrug in response. “Just some mutual friends.”

“I get that,” she nods, feeling awkward, worried you’ll go talk to someone else. “So did you dump Ayden yet?”

“Don’t say dump!” You scoff, “I politely ended things!” You clarify, “but yeah.”

Paige nods, secretly happy, “Nice. You happy?”

You nod, “yeah I guess it’s good he’s gone.”

“What now?” She continues.

“I mean… I should probably try out being single but… I don’t really want to.” You shrug.

“What’s the longest you’ve been single?” She asks.

“Well… I was single the whole summer between Freshman and Sophomore year, so probly like 4 months?”

Paige feels like she should be surprised, but in the year or so she’s known you, you’ve been with 5 different guys. If she was an asshole she might even consider you a slut, but that thought hadn’t really crossed her mind.

“l guess I’m kind of a whore, huh?” You continue.

“What? No of course not!” Paige says quickly, not wanting you to think so low of yourself. “It’s totally normal to date a lot in college, that’s the whole point of your 20’s.”

You pause and smile up at her. “Thanks Paige.” You seem to genuinely appreciate her defending you.

“This party kinda sucks,” you sigh, looking around. “Wanna dip?”

Paige didn’t care what they did, the thought of doing something with you was enough to have her nodding in seconds. “Totally.” She agrees.

After finding Ice to give her a quick a goodbye, and being told Aubrey was “busy” with a girl and wouldn’t wanna be interrupted, Paige headed out to her car where you were waiting.

“Are you sure you can drive?” You fuss again.

“Honey I’ve had half a beer all night, I can drive.” She assured you.

“Alright,” You sighed, getting into her passenger seat.

A few minutes into the drive to Paige apartment, you spoke again, “Do you have more edibles at your place?”

“Yeah I got a pack.” She nods.

“Can we get high?” you ask.

“Course,” she nods, eyes on the road. Paige didn’t actually get high very often. I mean, she’d done it several times throughout her first two years of college, but it wasn’t something she could do often. After all she’s an athlete, she needed her body to be at the top of its game all the time, and weed wasn’t exactly healthy. But she liked getting high with you, she’d never say no to that.

You slip off your black kitten heels in the doorway of her apartment. Ice wouldn’t be home till much later, so Paige wasn’t worried about interruptions. She headed into her room, rummaging through her drawer of t-shirts to find the bag of gummies at the bottom.

She took one out and chewed it, it tasted slightly like raspberry and mostly like weed. Gross. Whatever. She handed you the pack, watching you chew a gummy as well.

“You want something?” She asks, looking at you in her doorway.

“Like what?” Your brows furrowed.

“Food? Water?”

“Oh!” You giggled. “Yeah! Do you still have those sprite cans?”

“Sure do mamas,” she smiled, heading into the kitchen and opening the fridge, handing you a can. She knows better than to throw it at you, remembering cleaning up sprite all over her floor after making that mistake before. You did not catch the can, instead it hit her counter and exploded.

She watches as you carefully crack open the soda can, cautious of your shiny baby pink nails.

You bring the can to your lips and take a sip, rubbing off some of that sparkly brown lip gloss.

You head into Paige’s bedroom and sit down on her bed. You don’t ask, or even look to see if Paige is following. Maybe you know how much you have her around her finger, like you know she’d always say yes to you and always follow. Or maybe you were oblivious. She wasn’t sure, but she was sure to follow you into her room and sit down across from you, leaning on her headboard.

“You gonna spill that sprite on my bed?” She smirks.

“Nuh-uh!” You shake your head. “Pink sweat!” You insist, holding out your right pinky to lock with hers.

“Alright…” She chuckles, squeezing your pinky with hers.

“So do you have a crush yet?” You ask her.

“What?” Paige looks up.

“Last time we got high, you said you had no crushes. Have you gotten one yet?”

Gotten one? Paige laughs. “Sorry sugar, no dice.”

You pout. Paige laughs again. Maybe the weed is getting to her brain faster than usual because something in her just snaps the way you look at her all soft and pouting. It’s like her train of thought is just silent.

“Alright maybe I do.” She admits.

Your face lights up. She loves how happy you look. All that cause she has a crush? Paige just wants to make you happy after all.

“Who? Who? who?” you squeal happily, tapping Paige’s leg repeatedly.

“You.” She smiles softly.

You furrow your brows and laugh a little, seemingly ignoring her answer and persisting. “Come on! Tell me! Pleaseeeee! I’m such a good secret keeper!” You insist.

“I did tell you!” Paige replies.

“When?” You furrow your brows. God you were so oblivious…

“Just now, it’s you.” She continues. Goddamit she wishes anything would come into her head and stop her, but somehow just seeing how sweet you looked wanting to know her crush? She couldn’t lie to you.

“Ha ha, very funny Paige.” You roll your eyes. “Just tell me!”

She leans forward, to look at you closer, “You don’t believe me?” She says softly.

Your face shifts, more confused now. “Paige…” Disbelief on your face. “Me?”

“Yeah, you.” She nods. Jesus where did her shame go!?

“Why?” You furrow your brows. “Paige you know I’m straight. You’re being silly.”

“Yeah I know you’re straight and I hate it, how ‘bout that?”

“What?” Your voice drops. You look hurt. Upset. Oh no! How did she upset you.

Paige gets nervous, “Shit baby, what’s wrong?”

“No! You can’t call me baby now! You like me? Like… like like me?” You still look so hurt.

“Yeah… so?”

“Well… now I feel terrible Paige! What am I supposed to do?” You huff, throwing your hands up and smacking the bed.

“What do you mean?” She’s confused. You’re upset? Even though she’s the one who’s had to pine after you with no hope in sight.

“I just…” You sigh, clearly struggling to find words, “I love you so much and… I’m sad that you’re sad and… it’s my fault, but I can’t fix it…”

Paige worries, you look like you’re on the verge of tears. The weed is definitely kicking in. “Wait-” She gulps, feeling bad that you feel bad. You really just are too sweet for your own good. “Please don’t feel bad, it’s not your fault you don’t feel the same.” she assures you.

You sigh again, very pouty tonight and just stare at Paige.

Then you do something Paige would’ve never seen coming. She’s too high to process you leaning in, or to understand what she’s feeling as your lips hit hers. She let it happen because she’s so out of it and so slow to register what’s happening.

But soon enough she pulls back, grabbing your arms to pull you off of her, “What the fuck are you doing?” she doesn’t sound angry, just deeply confused.

Your face softens into something guilty and pitiful, “I’m trying to help you feel better…” You sit back, looking like a kicked puppy.

“What?” Paige is still deeply confused and shocked.

“I just thought… you know… if you liked me you’d wanna kiss me and… this way you get to.” You shrug meekly.

Jesus you were sickeningly sweet. You were kissing her to try and give her some of yourself, because she knew she’d never have you. But despite your good intentions, this only makes things worse for her. Now she’s gotten to feel your lips, knowing she’ll never get to again. She already knew she’d couldn’t have you, but now she knows she can’t have you or those pretty lips. The lips she once loved to stare at when you were distracted, the lips she’s certain will permanently be burned into her.

“No, no… that’s not- you shouldn’t-” Paige sighs, unsure of what to say.

“How can I make you feel better?” You look up at her through those soft beaty lashes. Wide doe eyes, slightly red and heavy from the weed, but still desperate to help others.

“I don’t know,” she sigh, shaking her head and rubbing her temple.

Paige is convinced you’d like to kill her. I mean you must right? Because then and there, before her own eyes, you lean forward and crawl over to her. Paige’s mouth goes dry.

She’s hallucinating. This is some dirty, perverted hallucination. Surely her drink and the party was laced, and she’s gonna wake up in the basement of a frat house right?

Or no, maybe this is God punishing her. For what she’s not sure, but you must be a demon sent to torture her, looking so desperate to please, your tits hanging on for dear life in that tank top just inches away from her.

“Please Paige…” You plead, sitting back on your calves, jusy inches from her, “tell me how to do to make this all better.”

Maybe this is a test. God gives his toughest battles to his toughest soldiers. But apparently God was wrong this time, because Paige simply isn’t strong enough. All she can do is pull you into a kiss, her fingers gripping the hair on the back of your head, surely messing it up. She doesn’t care.

Her mouth opens and she groans. You taste like weed and vodka and gummies and heaven. Yes Paige is certain her theory about a hallucination is correct. But she hopes she never wakes up, and she can spend the rest of her life in this dream like trace where you of all people are sliding their tongue into her mouth. You are kissing her back. Life is unreal.

She’s sitting in her bed, and you’re on your knees in front of her, kissing her back. She pulls away to gasp for breath, but only for a second or so, leaning back in, one hand on your jaw, the other still holding the back of your hair.

She feels like she might explode as she feels your finger tips on her bicep, your nails lightly grazing her skin as your palm wraps around her arm. She’s suddenly thinking about how she skipped weights yesterday. Stupid. She’ll never skip a weight day again after feeling your hand on her muscle.

She practically whimpers into your mouth as your other hand finds her waist. The kiss that keeps on giving she figures.

All good things must come to an end though. That’s never been so evident as when you pull away and not just to gasp for breath, but sit back.

“Somthn’ wrong?” She asks, sitting up a little, completely breathless and dazed.

“I’m tired Paige,” you pout. God that fucking pout… “can we go to sleep?”

“Uh- yeah sure, whatever you want.” And she means it. Paige quite literally would do whatever you wanted, she’s sure of that.

So despite wanting to touch new places on you, see how deep she can get her tongue into your mouth maybe? She’ll lay down and go to sleep because that’s what you want.

You don’t bother changing out of your sequin skirt or washing off your make up, you just lift up her covers and lay down like it’s your own bed. In some ways it kind of is, in the sense that she’d let anything you want be yours.

She carefully slides out of the bed and pads into her bathroom, she brushes her teeth and changes into some better sleep clothes. She’s cautious getting back into bed, worried you might’ve fallen asleep already. She quickly proven wrong and you roll over right away, snugging into her side, one leg draped over hers and your head on her chest.

She freezes, breath hitching. She’s not sure what’s wrong with her. Plenty of girls had gotten clingy and laid on her chest, this wasn’t new to her. So why did you affect her so much?

She watches as you come up and place a soft lazy kiss on her bottom lip, “goodnight Paige…” you murmur softly as you cuddle up on her chest.