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𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 — juju watkins x reader!uconn!player

ꨄ — summary: a game between usc and uconn brings juju right to the girl of her dreams—literally and then a moment between the two of you during the game goes viral

ꨄ — word count: 2.07k

ꨄ — warnings: none

ꨄ — authors note: this is shorter than i wanted but it's getting me out of my slump so take it, or leave it. or don't.

for the game bit, i didn't know if it was a shooting foul or a defensive foul, so excuse that.

JuJu knows exactly who you are. She's known about you for years, followed your career, replayed your highlights; you were it for her.

In a way she hadn't thought about, it was kind of weird that JuJu “admired” someone who was only a year older than her. But, in her defense, you were basically the second coming of A'ja Wilson.

And it was also a little strange for JuJu to “admire” someone whom she could never seem to beat.

There was only one player who could block JuJu's shots, and it was you.

Every match-up between you and JuJu, you had always managed to block half her shots and walk away with the win.

It drove JuJu crazy—in the best way.

After 4 state championships and whispers about you committing to USC—which excited 17-year-old JuJu—you instead committed to UConn.

Despite being initially upset that you chose a college hours away, JuJu followed your entire freshman year. But something else happened during the year you were gone.

JuJu started dreaming about you.

And not just a pop-up of you in her dream—though that was weird too. Her dreams were literally about you.

Her sitting courtside, watching your game, then all of a sudden JuJu's on the court and you're walking towards her with a big grin.

Or, late night drives, windows down, music playing softly in the background, JuJu thinks she's by herself, then she feels someone grabbing her hand, and there you are. Holding JuJu's hand, smiling softly at her and leaning in. Then she wakes up.

It drove JuJu crazy—and not in the best way.

You led UConn to the final four, but with Paige and Azzi and the other players out with injuries, your run was ended by the Stanford Cardinals.

Still, you had an outstanding freshman year, being named Freshman of the Year, with WBCA, The Athletics and BIG EAST, along with receiving many other awards—almost as much as Paige, which you constantly bragged about.

JuJu, of course, liked every post about it, and she had fully accepted that her dreams were now full of you and were not going away. Not that she wanted them to, JuJu knew that her dreams were the only way she could be that close to you.

She hadn't planned on telling anyone about her dreams of you, but after Rayah suggested truth or dare as team bonding and Dominique asked JuJu what was an embarrassing secret she had, the dream thing just slipped out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

And yes, it was embarrassing that JuJu still dreamt about you, even though she was technically grown now.

The team went crazy, and from then on, they constantly poked fun at JuJu by playing your highlights or turning on your games.

The first time USC faced UConn, you were out with a sprained ankle, JuJu knew you had been hurt, and even though she had tried to stay focused, she couldn't help herself and kept glancing over, something that your teammates took advantage of, and they pulled through, advancing UConn to the Final Four.

After the game, your teammates told you about JuJu constantly looking in your direction, and even though you didn't know JuJu that well, you remembered that getting to play against her was always a good time.

You hugged her after Paige, telling her that she did good, and that you looked forward to playing against her next year. JuJu kind of froze, having your hands on her waist, but she snapped out of it and smiled back at you.

JuJu won many awards and Freshman of the Year, which you liked and reposted—you were just returning the favour, you know?

That off-season, you and JuJu seemed to be meeting everywhere. Filming videos, ads and doing collabs, but JuJu still couldn't quite find the courage to actually talk to you.

She would talk around you. Then, when you were asked a direct question, she would tune out and stare somewhere else so that she didn't draw attention to herself by staring at you like a puppy.

The season started again, and you knew. It was time to win a National Championship.

It was Paige's last year, and after the devastating loss just months ago, you knew Paige wasn't leaving without a natty.

Then it was time. USC was playing against UConn.

JuJu couldn't wait. She dreamt about the moment she could play against you, remembering what you had said all those months ago. She was counting down the days till she could see you.

You were excited.

You haven't played against JuJu since high school. But you do remember always walking away with the win, and you had no doubts that this time was no different.

Practice that morning was intense, but in a good way. A way that had your muscles moving, and your brain was already starting to enter game mode.

In the locker room, KK and Paige had zeroed in on you and had started talking about JuJu.

KK slid up to your locker and said, “Soooo…”

You raised your eyebrows, “Can I help you, KK?”

Paige stood on the other side of your locker. “So, how do you feel about going up against your admirer?” Paige wiggled her eyebrows, clearly insinuating something.

You frowned, “Admirer?”

“You know, JuJu,” KK grinned

You stopped frowning, and your face settled into something between recognition and amusement, “Ohhhh, JuJu.”

Paige and KK shared a look, clearly looking for something juicy.

“What about her?” You shrugged

KK gave a deadpan look, “Girl, boo, what do you mean ‘what about her?’ ”

Paige quickly cut in, “She has a crush on you.”

You shrugged again, “So?”

Paige and KK shared another look, then in unison they yelled, “So?!”

“She doesn't have a crush on me.” Paige and KK opened their mouths to interrupt, but you ignored them and continued, “Just because you caught her staring at me during one game, doesn't mean she likes me.”

“Uh—” KK went to say something, but you cut her off again.

“And, even if she did, it doesn't matter.”

Paige and KK stared blankly at you, KK in slight annoyance from being interrupted so many times.

“We're just playing basketball, and that's all that matters when we're on the court. Not some silly crush you two think JuJu has on me.”

You looked between them, making sure the message got across, then you grabbed your stuff and walked off.

Later in the day, the team had one last shoot around before heading back to their dorms to nap, eat, shower, whatever.

You did all those things, getting well rested before the game, then fuelling your body with good food before jumping in the shower. While in the shower, you started thinking about what Paige and KK said. Did JuJu actually have a crush on you?

You weren't dumb enough to let your thoughts be all about JuJu before a game (knowing it would only distract you), but you gave yourself a couple of minutes to really think about it.

You had convinced yourself she didn't like you, especially because in the past, she seemed dead set on not having any interactions with you at all. And if you did have to talk, it was limited. You had thought that maybe JuJu didn't like you, but what if it was, in fact, the opposite, and she really liked you?

Getting out of the shower, you wiped all thoughts about JuJu from your mind and got ready for the game.

Showing up in your team gear, lash extensions brushed out perfectly, hair sleeked into a tight ponytail, your hair swinging satisfyingly behind you. Your lip gloss caught the light just right, and you took some quick pictures before the game with some early fans, then headed inside.

The girls were inside, most of them doing their pregame rituals. You did yours, then CD told you it was time to leave and start warm-ups. You all lined up and ran out.

Warm-ups were solid. Despite the initial nervousness you always get before every game, it, like always, went away by warm-ups as you got distracted by Paige yelling “Butterfly” right in your ear.

JuJu's eyes were trained on you as she watched you during your warm-ups. She had to be knocked out of it multiple times by her teammates because her staring was starting to get concerning looks from everyone around her.

Soon enough, the game started.

It was a bad game from the start. UConn just wasn't connected like they usually were. But thank God for you, right? Or thank A'ja Wilson?

You were blocking shots like they were nothing. Swatting them into the stands like it was the championship game. When you blocked the shots, you quickly grabbed the ball, kicking it out to your teammates and hoping they pulled through.

The team fed off your energy, and UConn started making a comeback. For the first two quarters, Geno had put Paige on JuJu, but after seeing the shots you were blocking, he swapped the two of you.

And then, the viral moment.

Someone on USC's team jumped for the rebound, then kicked it out to JuJu, who was on the three-point line. You knew she was gonna shoot it and had already jumped up, and just as she released the ball, you swatted it, sending it flying to the other side of the court.

And, usually, that would be the viral moment. “#15 blocks #12 JuJu Watkins,” but instead, it was the next moment that went viral.

Because of the direction you jumped, you landed on the other side of JuJu, but the force of you (basically) flying past JuJu, sent her tumbling onto her back.

The whistle blew, and you turned around to see the ref call a shooting foul on you. Now, you knew you hadn't touched JuJu, but judging by where the ref was standing, you could see why he thought it was a foul, but that didn't stop you from getting angry at how blind the ref was.

You stepped over JuJu's body, one foot planted between her legs, the other planted by her side. You stood over her, waving your hands, yelling at the ref.

JuJu was leaning up slightly, shamelessly looking up at you, like you were some kind of goddess from another dimension. From JuJu's perspective, she could see the sweat dripping down your face, and it made you look like a glazed donut. Your legs were smooth, and JuJu could see the muscle definition in them, even in your arms. Thank God for the gym. Or thank Geno? Or thank you? Either way, thank you for blessing JuJu.

Your hair was swaying slightly and JuJu couldn't stop staring, mouth agape as she half-listened to you yelling at the ref.

You didn't want to get a tech, so you turned to Geno and gestured to the ref, only to see that Geno was already making his way over, nodding his head and walking over to challenge the foul.

You calmed slightly at that and turned to JuJu, who was still staring at you like you hung the stars and the one you were still standing over. You moved back slightly and extended your arm down to her. JuJu snapped out of her awe and grabbed your hand. You pulled her up and placed your hand on her hip, tapped her twice and muttered, “Sorry.”

JuJu's face flushed as she felt your hands on her, then you grabbed her waist and moved around her, walking over to Geno and the gathered refs.

JuJu gulped, then grabbed her jersey and started fluffing it to calm herself down.

Yeah, that was the part that went viral. “#12 JuJu Watkins flustered from #15?”

She walked over to the huddle with her teammates, but gazed back at you and watched as you stood watching for the results of the challenge.

That moment. The feeling of your fingers pressed into her waist, and the slight rasp in your voice when you apologised.

JuJu was obsessed. Her dreams were nothing compared to real life. And now she wanted—no, needed—more.

UConn ended up winning. By one. 72 - 73.

It was close, but after another block from you, the ball fell right into Paige's hands. You immediately sprinted to the other end, and after Paige sent a no-look pass to you, you hit a 3-point shot and got the win.

It seems even in college, JuJu still can't seem to beat you—and she loves it.

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 — juju watkins x reader!fwb

ꨄ — summary: a fwb situation with juju turns into something more when she spots you, drunk and laughing, with kiki rice

ꨄ — word count: 3.6k

ꨄ — warnings: drinking, smut, choking, hair pulling, fingering, juju is a eater, scissoring, i think that's it

ꨄ — authors note: can y’all tell i’m in my juju era right now?

first time writing smut, if it's good tell me, if it's bad lie to me. but it is my first time so don't have high expectations

also, please answer this because i need feedback. do y'all like the backstory's or are yous just thinking ‘shut tf up and get to the point?’ please let me know

Walking into the party that night, you knew JuJu would have something to say.

First, she would reply to your story. A picture of your outfit, she would compliment you, tell you how good you look and then ask where you were going. Then, when you didn't reply, she would double down and ask why you weren't replying, and be more insistent on knowing where you were. Then she would finally check your location and find out that you were in Westwood. At a UCLA party.

You met JuJu in freshman year. You were both in the same communications class—a class that you only took because it was an easy pass. She showed up late, hood pulled up, and her gym bag dragging behind her. The professor in the class gave her a pass because it was only the first week, and she was an athlete, so that made it okay, right?

Wrong.

In the first couple of weeks, you didn't like JuJu. She sat next to you and was always either sleeping or on the verge of sleeping (which you could kind of excuse because her schedule seemed pretty hardcore), but when she was awake, she constantly bothered you.

One day, she would ask for a pencil, then 5 minutes later she would ask for an eraser, then 10 minutes later she would ask for a pen. Other days, she would be eating snacks, and the loud noises of her munching in your ear would throw you off and cause you to lose focus.

It annoyed you to no end, but one night, everything changed.

Your roommate had invited you out to a USC women's basketball game, and after taking the dub, you headed to an after-party that someone was throwing in honour of the win.

JuJu had shown up while you were in the middle of downing a shot, and after you tipped back a couple more shots and JuJu downed half the liquor, she found you.

The two of you hit it off. The energy between the two of you being very flirty. Sober you wouldn't have even looked JuJu’s way, but drunk you? Well, she suddenly had an interest in how good JuJu’s arms looked in her tight black top.

That night, the tension between the two of you had finally snapped, and you woke up in JuJu’s bed, clothes thrown all over the room, marks already coating your body and a very naked, sleeping JuJu lying next to you.

You snuck out and tried to remain casual about the whole thing but JuJu wouldn't let you. If you thought she was annoying before, well, now she was doubling down.

Everywhere you went, JuJu was there. Which seemed almost impossible considering the campus was huge, but JuJu found a way.

She was everywhere. The dining hall, your classes, your off-campus lunch spot, and even lingering in the hallway outside your dorm. You couldn’t shake her. Then, you went to another party.

A smaller one. More intimate. And, of course, JuJu was there.

You were slightly less drunk than the first time, teetering on the edge of tipsy, but it still happened.

You woke up in JuJu’s bed, clothes thrown all over the room, deeper marks on your skin, like she was trying to make you remember that it happened, but this time, JuJu wasn't sleeping. She was awake, staring at you.

She proposed a friends with benefits situation, which you at first shut down because the two of you were not friends. But after some persuading—which was really just more sex—you agreed.

It was a way for JuJu to release her pent-up energy from basketball, and a way for you to release your stress from school—and it was also the only way you tolerated JuJu.

JuJu, when she was slightly tipsy, speaking to you in that low tone that made your knees weak and gripping your waist like you were about to run away—which, to be fair, sober you probably would run away—that JuJu was tolerable.

But any other version of JuJu drove you completely insane.

Your friends-with-benefits situation has been going on now for a little over a year. And from the beginning, lines were drawn. You didn't make small talk or try to have deep conversations. You didn't ask if she was sleeping with other people, and she didn't ask you either. Not that you were—you had enough on your plate already, you didn't need to add a relationship to that.

What you had with JuJu was perfect. You get all the sexual benefits of a relationship without having to actually be in a relationship.

It worked perfectly for JuJu as well. She certainly didn't have time for a relationship, what with basketball taking all her time. And you didn't care about what she was doing. The only thing you were focused on when it came to JuJu was how fast she could get your clothes off.

But somewhere along the way, your situation started turning into something else.

Suddenly, JuJu was trying to make small talk, and she wanted to have deep conversations. She would ask if you were sleeping with someone else. She would ask you about the girls you would talk to. She would ask questions about you, and she seemed to remember almost everything you said.

It was weird.

Because that wasn't the kind of relationship the two of you had. It was hot, sweaty, could still feel her in the morning, sex. Not a meaningful, genuine, remember-your-drink-order relationship.

It confused you at first, but eventually, you started to like it. And you, unknowingly, started to replicate her behaviour and started to want to get to know JuJu.

You learnt that she had an irrational fear of injuring herself, that basketball, despite how stressed she looked during games, was her peace and her safe place. You learnt that she drew, but she never showed anyone; it was something private, just for her. You learnt that she's not a loud person at first; she has to be comfortable with you.

One thing she kept to herself was that she didn't like it when you talked to other people. Not just girls. Anyone. She wanted to have all your attention. It made her feel a certain way when you, the focused scholar who never got distracted, dropped everything to spend time with JuJu. Even if “spending time” was having sex, at least it was with her.

And if you did talk to other girls? JuJu was right there, hand on your hip, her presence a constant reminder to others that you weren't exactly available. She never said anything, but her silence spoke volumes.

One major thing you learnt pretty early on was how much JuJu hated UCLA.

If there was one thing JuJu was passionate about—aside from basketball and drawing—it was her hatred for UCLA.

She didn't like them. It wasn't even the team. It was the school. It was the students (only some of them). It was the overall vibe of UCLA that threw her off, and she has hated them since her freshman year.

Which is how you knew that walking into a party in Westwood, a party thrown by Kiki Rice, the staple girl of UCLA, that JuJu would be blowing your phone up the second she checked your location.

You wouldn't be surprised if JuJu pulled up. It gave you a kind of thrill that you didn't get from anything else when you imagined JuJu showing up just for you. Showing up in her rival's city, to a party for her rivals, just for you. To see you and leave with you and make sure that you weren't entertaining anyone else.

A shiver went up your spine as you felt your phone buzzing in your pocket.

You already knew JuJu was on her way.

By the time JuJu pulled up, you were gone.

Not gone-gone, like left. Liquor gone.

You had paced yourself at the start, knowing JuJu would be showing up soon. You stuck to fruity mixes only, then a game of beer pong went sideways, and suddenly, you were shaking ass on your friend in the lounge, people hyping you up from all around.

You took shot after shot, getting drunker by the minute and continued to dance, then you took a break and found yourself standing in the corner, talking to a girl.

A girl who almost looked familiar, but you couldn't quite place her.

You were drunk off your ass, and everything was funny.

That's how JuJu found you. Laughing your ass off in a corner with Kiki fucking Rice.

She froze mid-step and watched both of you. Kiki had a small smug grin on her face as she watched you, and you had your head thrown back, mid-laugh.

JuJu's jaw clenched, and she brushed through the crowd like they weren't even there. She came up and slid a hand around your waist, pulling you back into her, all while staring Kiki dead in the eye.

You felt a hand slither around your waist, and when you turned around and saw JuJu, you lit up like a christmas tree and squealed, “Hi Juuuuu.”

You dragged out the nickname and wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her down to your height.

“Hey, mama,” JuJu mumbled back. She felt you press light kisses to her jaw, but she kept her focus locked on Kiki.

Kiki watched the interaction with a clenched jaw, jealousy swirling in her eyes.

JuJu smirked inwardly, then she said, “You good?” JuJu stared down at Kiki, not breaking eye contact. It was a simple question, but the way she said it held weight.

She was staking her claim.

JuJu hadn't spent a year fucking you and getting to know you for Kiki Rice to come out of nowhere and think she could have you. That was unacceptable. And JuJu had to make sure that Kiki really understood.

Kiki didn't answer the question—not that JuJu really cared. JuJu grabbed your jaw and brought your lips to hers. JuJu had to make you feel her. She had to make you understand what she was feeling. She brought one hand to your waist, the other slid lower and gripped your ass.

It was a hungry kiss, one that had your head spinning once JuJu pulled away, and you blinked slowly, still reeling from the kiss.

Kiki had walked away some time ago, not that either of you cared.

JuJu leaned down and placed her lips by your ear and whispered, “If you go to another UCLA party and flirt with Kiki Rice again, you won't be walking for weeks. That's a promise, baby.”

Your knees went weak hearing what JuJu said, and you gripped her tighter. “Take me home, Ju.”

“Oh, I'll take you home, alright,” JuJu mumbled, then she grabbed your wrist and held on to you tightly as she made her way out of the party.

You felt a sick feeling of satisfaction roll over you as you got into JuJu's car. You didn't know what JuJu had planned for when you got home, but you couldn't wait.

The door slammed against the wall as you and JuJu crashed into her apartment. Lips locked, hands roaming each other's bodies. JuJu pushed the door shut again with her foot and continued to make out with you.

JuJu's hands settled on your ass, squeezing and pulling you closer. Your hands were wrapped around her neck, gripping her hair, and listening to the soft groans JuJu let out when you pulled tighter.

JuJu grabbed your hips and lifted you with one hand, your legs quickly wrapping around her waist. Her other hand came up and gripped your throat, not squeezing, just settled there, an indication that if she wanted to, she could.

JuJu walked to her bedroom and threw you onto the bed. She made quick work of removing your clothes. Before she did, she paused and took a mental picture. She wanted to take a minute to really appreciate your beauty, but you were whining for her attention, so she moved faster and got rid of all your clothes till you were left in just your bra and panties.

You moaned at the feeling of JuJu's jeans pressed against your core. You needed JuJu right now.

JuJu rocked her hips against yours, illicitng another moan from you. She cooed, “Oh, baby. Do you need me that badly?”

You nodded embarrassingly fast, but you didn't care. You didn't go through all that trouble just to not get fucked dumb by JuJu. You didn't care about anyone or anything else; you just needed her.

JuJu could feel how wet you were through your panties, and she reached her hand down and pressed her fingers against your clit, “You're so wet, mama.”

You gasp, and JuJu takes the chance to stick her tongue in your mouth and kiss you senseless, “Is that for me? Or is that for Kiki?”

You shake your head, slightly dizzy from the way JuJu is still pressed against you, “No, no, all for you, Ju.”

“That's right, mama. She can't get you this wet, can she?” JuJu reached down and cupped your pussy in her hand, “Nah uh, no, she can't. This is all mine.”

You grinded against her hand, trying to get some sort of relief, but JuJu's hand disappeared just as quickly as it appeared.

JuJu leaned down and started kissing your neck. You choke on a whimper when she reaches your sweet spot, and she stays there, biting, sucking, and licking until you could almost feel the mark form.

She kisses all over your neck while her hands come up and pull your bra down, your tits spilling out, and a groan rumbles deep in her throat when her hand reaches your nipples.

Her lips trail down, and her mouth latches onto one of your nipples, while her free hand fondles the other one.

And like clockwork, JuJu's hand wanders away from your tits and moves south. Her hand traces down your sides, over your ribs, rubbing circles on your hips until it settles between your legs.

JuJu nudges her fingers against your core, and you whine, loving the feeling of JuJu but needing more.

JuJu's fingers trace your clit, her fingers pinching your bud to make you gasp before she slides her fingers in. They go in with little to no resistance because of how wet you are, and she ends up almost knuckle deep in your pussy. Her thumb comes to rest on your clit, knowing that's what you like.

Your walls flutter and squeeze around her fingers, and JuJu groans, “You feel so tight, mama, you feel so good.”

Your walls squeeze tighter at her words, and JuJu moans, “Damn baby, you were made for me, I swear.”

She pushes her fingers deeper, and they find that gummy spot that always makes your head spin and your toes curl.

You moan and wrap one hand around her neck to pull on her hair, and the other hand wraps around her bicep to pull her closer.

Her fingers work in and out of you, bringing you closer and closer to your climax. Desperate for your release, your hips grind against JuJu's fingers.

“You gonna come, baby?” JuJu said, in a silky sweet tone that meant she already knew the answer, she just wanted you to say it.

You mindlessly nodded and moved your hips faster until JuJu pulled her fingers out, and you whined, “Ju, please.”

JuJu laughed mockingly, “What do you think this is, mama? Who do you think I am?”

JuJu stuck her fingers in your mouth, “Suck.”

You quickly got to sucking her fingers, moaning at the taste of yourself.

JuJu, now knuckles deep in your mouth, said, “You thought you could get away with going to a UCLA party and flirting with Kiki Rice? You thought I wasn't gonna punish you for that?”

Your mouth was stuffed so you couldn't answer, but JuJu didn't want you to. Her head came down, and she started kissing your sternum, and moving down, closer to your core.

Her hands came out of your mouth and wrapped around your throat, her fingers leaving a trail of spit from your mouth to your neck.

You moaned loudly as JuJu's mouth wrapped around your bud and started sucking. JuJu's free hand lifted one of your legs onto her shoulder to bring her closer to what she wanted.

She licked a fat strip from your entrance to your core, and your hips jerked up into her face. Your hands came down, gripped onto JuJu's hair, and you had to refrain from pushing her face into you.

JuJu moaned, “You taste so good, mama.”

You whined and couldn't help but grind your hips into her mouth.

Her tongue moved through your folds slowly, licking and sucking till she reached your clit, where she wrapped her lips around your bud again and sucked gently.

“Fuck, Ju.” You let out a choked moan, gripping her hair tighter while your leg dug into her back and pushed her closer. JuJu's hand gripped your thigh, keeping it close enough for JuJu to reach your core and something JuJu can hold on to while she worked on you.

Because your orgasm was snatched away the first time, it didn't take much for JuJu to get you there with her tongue. You let out a high-pitched gasp as JuJu continued working through your orgasm. It felt so fucking good.

JuJu's hand that was on your throat, squeezed and forced you to look down and watch as JuJu lapped up your arousal like it was her favourite meal—and it probably was.

But JuJu still didn’t stop. She was drunk off you. How you tasted. She couldn’t stop.

JuJu kept licking and sucking and slurping, never once stopping. She was buried between your legs, with no plans to come up.

Your moans grew longer and louder, becoming more drawn out the longer JuJu stayed in between your legs.

Then JuJu’s hand came off your throat and trailed down your body and between your legs. She was met with little to no resistance when she pushed two fingers inside and was immediately knuckles deep.

You let out a loud moan, feeling overstimulated from the feeling of JuJu still licking and her fingers fucking into you.

Your orgasm hit you hard, and the feeling came crashing down on you like a wave.

But still, JuJu didn’t stop; her mouth and fingers worked in tandem, continuing to push you over the edge.

Your next orgasm hit much faster, feeding off of the last one.

This time, JuJu slowed, letting you ride it out. Your breathing was laboured; having three orgasms one after the other was bound to tire anyone out.

JuJu's eyes were trained on you, making full eye contact while she cleaned you up. She leaned up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on her lips, and she whispered, “You good, baby?”

You whimpered, “Yeah, Ju, I’m good.”

She smirked, giving you a deep kiss, then she got up and stood at the bottom of the bed, her tall body towering over you.

She stripped slowly, removing every article of clothing till she was left naked. Your eyes trailed up and down her body, taking in how good she looked.

JuJu climbed back onto the bed and lay down beside you, quickly grabbing your hips and pulling you on top of her. You gasped in surprise.

You were still sensitive from what happened just moments ago, and the feeling of JuJu's body against yours sent you reeling.

JuJu grabbed your leg and placed it over hers, slotting your legs together and pressed your pussy against hers. A sharp moan left your mouth, and JuJu swallowed it when she leaned up to kiss you.

JuJu gripped your hips so hard you knew there would be bruising in the morning, but she needed you to stay still.

“Tired already, mama? I'm not finished with you yet,” JuJu chuckled lowly, then she ground her hips up, and you let out a loud moan.

JuJu's hand dug into your hips, and your hands had cupped her breasts. Your pussy's glided together, and JuJu groaned, “You feel so good, baby.”

You were letting out little gasps, absolutely loving the feeling of you and JuJu pressed together—a feeling you never quite got used to, despite doing it at least a million times.

You leaned down and kissed JuJu. She quickly kissed you back, making quick work of sticking her tongue in your mouth. You gasped when JuJu's clit brushed against a particular spot. JuJu laughed mockingly, then did it again, reaching up to lay her hand on your throat again to bring your mouth back to hers.

Then your abdomen tensed, and suddenly you were coming right on JuJu's clit with the same force as when she was eating you out. Seeing you come only further spurred JuJu on, and right after you came, JuJu did.

You collapsed in JuJu's arms, and she laughed, wrapping her arms around you and holding you closer.

The two of you were still tangled together, but neither of you minded. You just wanted to be close.

After a few silent moments, JuJu spoke up, “I don't want you seeing anyone else.”

You were quiet for a moment then you looked up at JuJu, “Ok.” Then you added, “Then I don't want you seeing anyone else either.”

JuJu smiled softly, “Baby, there was never anyone else.”

You smiled, then leaned over and kissed her. She eagerly kissed back. Then you pulled away slightly and said, “Round 3?”

JuJu smirked, “Best idea I've ever heard.” Then she pulled you into another kiss.

And the two of you spent the rest of the night together—and yes, you did have bruises on your hips when you woke up that morning. But it was worth it when you looked over and saw a sleeping, naked JuJu lying there.

𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 — kk arnold x reader!actress

ꨄ — summary: kk doesn't expect to get clipped for revealing her celebrity crush. she also doesn't expect her celebrity crush to see that clip.

ꨄ — word count: 3.3k

ꨄ — warnings: none

ꨄ — authors note: this wasn't supposed to be this long but slay ig

(re-reading this, i think it doesn’t make that much sense but whatever)

KK Arnold is a very private person. Despite what she may post online or say on Live or share in person, she's very private. Especially with her relationships, even with her sexuality.

“Private but not a secret” was her motto when it came to her relationships.

But one thing she was very vocal about was her crush on you.

You were a very popular actress, basically a Mckenna Grace before Mckenna Grace, even though you were only a year older. Having acted in over 30 movies and TV shows, you have over 65 acting credits and are a Tony Award away from having an EGOT all at the young age of 20 years old.

Most of your movies consisted of horror and a surprising amount of rom-coms, being nicknamed by your fans, “Scream Queen Sweetheart.”

KK had been watching your movies since she was a child—well, you were a child too, but KK admired you. She thought it was cool that someone her age was already so successful, and that thought only amplified as she started getting older.

She was focused on basketball but would always find time to watch your new movie or search about you and what you were doing, some would call that creepy or “stalkerish” behaviour, but she would consider it research, for y'know, in case she ever meets you. And, yeah, it was a bonus that you were really, really, really pretty.

Well, going to UConn, she became very close with all the girls, and when she told them about her “admiration” towards you, Paige immediately clocked that KK had a crush, and she had to endure constant teasing from the team, including them randomly putting on one of your movies just to poke fun at KK.

It was now common knowledge among the team and also around campus that KK had a crush on you, even the girls (namely Paige and Ice) brought you up during videos, never saying your name but always mentioning you. The fans online were speculating on who you were, which was where KK first said the “Private but not a secret” thing.

KK did post Snapchat videos and TikToks about you, and yes, the fans also immediately clocked that KK had a crush, but they figured the person the team was talking about was a person KK actually knew. Not a very famous, very loved, very rich actress.

It was close to midnight, and some of the girls decided—aka highly encouraged by KK—to go to Crumble and do another crumble cookie review on Live.

Everything was going great; the girls, aka Paige, Ice, KK, and Jana, had been having a good time, laughing, making jokes, talking to the viewers, and then the night took an unexpected turn.

KK was sitting in the back, having a tantrum, upset for some reason, and Paige had moved closer to the phone to see what people were saying when a question caught her eye.

uconnfan5: who's your celebrity crush?

Paige laughed, drawing the attention of everyone else in the car. She turned around and said, “Hey, KK, stop your tantrum for a second.” KK turned her head, mugging Paige, “They're asking who your celebrity crush is.”

Suddenly, it was like KK was never upset, she moved forward until she was placed in between the two front seats and smiled like she knew something they didn't and said, “Ok, y'all my celebrity crush is—girl boo, can you shut up?”

The other girls had started giggling when they saw how invested KK suddenly was at the mention of her celebrity crush, any chance to talk about you, right?

The girls had quietened but they didn't stop laughing, and KK ignored them and continued, “Y'all so my celebrity crush is”

KK didn't realise how much craziness she would cause by simply saying your name, but seconds after she told the Live, the comments exploded.

The comments were literally going by in flashes, and no one could properly see what they were saying.

paigebueckersupdates: wait...they would low-key be cute together

fuddaround35: my two worlds colliding

kkarnot2: yeah, we done already knew kk liked her

pazzi355: so kk finally admitted it? lol, yeah we already knew

Meanwhile, KK had started smiling just at the thought of you, and the girls noticed and started teasing her again.

Eventually, it got too much, and the Live started glitching, so they hopped off, and the rest of the girls continued to tease KK about her crush on you.

She didn't think it was a big deal; she always talked about you, but she didn't expect to get clipped and go viral for admitting her crush. And she definitely didn't expect you to see it.

You didn't know much about basketball; you didn't really watch it like your younger brother did.

He was obsessed; he wanted to be another Michael Jordan, or even another Diana Taurasi. He watched both the NBA and the WNBA, and he watched UConn games, so you can imagine how hyped he was when he saw the clip of KK saying she has a crush on you.

You were getting ready for the premiere of your new movie, 'Sinners,' when your brother started blowing up your phone.

Broskii 🫶🏻🏀: YO

Broskii 🫶🏻🏀: HAVE YOU SEEN THIS CLIP?

Broskii 🫶🏻🏀: [video link]

Broskii 🫶🏻🏀: THATS KK ARNOLD BRO

Broskii 🫶🏻🏀: SAYING SHE HAS A CRUSH ON YOU

Broskii 🫶🏻🏀: YOU, OF ALL PEOPLE

Broskii 🫶🏻🏀: THIS IS CRAZYYYYY

Broskii 🫶🏻🏀: bro

Broskii 🫶🏻🏀: don't ghost me

And about a million more of him freaking out.

You rolled your eyes at the messages and pressed on the link. The link led you to a TikTok clip of a girl, presumably KK, saying with a huge grin on her face that her celebrity crush was you, the text on the screen was something along the lines of “KK Arnold finally admits her crush on famous actor”

You half-smiled, feeling flattered, and liked the video before exiting and texting your brother back. You told him you would call later, which only resulted in him blowing up your phone more, so you muted him and put your phone on do not disturb.

But even after you put your phone away, you couldn't stop thinking about that clip. Or more specifically, KK.

“What'd he want?” Your stylist asked as she handed you your dress, “Something about a basketball player.” You murmured

Then you couldn't take it, you grabbed your phone and went back to TikTok, searching up KK Arnold and fell down a rabbit hole of basketball highlights, clips from her Lives, funny TikToks and edits of her.

You scrolled through her videos the entire time you were getting ready until eventually your agent told you it was time to go. You took pictures and then left for the premiere.

Showing up, you spotted all your co-stars, who all came over to say Hi and give you big hugs. You were one of the youngest in the main cast, so everybody else treated you like you were their child; it was endearing.

You took pictures with everyone on the red carpet, then you drifted towards the reporters for interviews.

All of them went as normal, and then it was time to start heading in, so you stopped for one last interview. It started as usual, then towards the end of the interview, the reporter switched gears.

“So, a slight change of topic. Have you seen the video of KK Arnold, a basketball player at UConn, saying you're her celebrity crush?”

You flushed at the question. You wouldn't usually give this much thought to a clip like that, as people on the daily said you were their crush, but maybe this time was different because it was KK. And yes, maybe she was really pretty. And yes, maybe she was really talented. And from what you've seen so far, really funny.

“Uh, yes, actually.” You forced laughter, hoping to come off as casual, “My brother sent it to me earlier, I'm very flattered.”

“So, does KK have a chance with her celebrity crush?” The reporter wiggled their eyebrows, coming closer as if to share a secret.

“Well, maybe if she impresses me in her next game, I might give her a chance.” You winked into the camera, and the reporter giggled before moving on. When you wrapped up the interview, you headed inside, locking arms with Hailee.

You didn't give much thought to what you said. I mean, you knew it would go viral, the internet was a sucker for a good crossover romance but you figured it was a one-off thing with KK, and that something else would capture the attention of your fans, but you underestimated just how much the UConn fans and your fans were already obsessed with the thought of you two together.

KK was lying in her bed, scrolling on her phone, when she came across the clip.

The video ended with you winking, and KK shot up out of her bed, her heart pounding. At the same time, Paige burst through the door holding her phone with the same video pulled up, “KK!” She exclaimed, “Have you seen this?”

KK squealed, “I just watched it, this shit is crazy!”

Paige ran to KK, grabbing her hands, and the two spun around, squealing in excitement. Overhearing the noise, Azzi came running in, only to stop at the doorway with a deadpan look on her face when she realised everything was fine, “Seriously?”

“What, Azzi? This is a big moment. KK got noticed by her crush,” Paige said in a sing-song manner.

“Wait, now I'm panicking.”

Paige frowned, “What, why?”

“She saw the clip, she said I have to impress her, what am I gonna do?” KK groaned. She wasn't expecting you to actually see the clip, never mind respond.

“Ok, calm down.” Paige grabbed KK by the shoulders, “KK, I am making it my duty to get you that date, starting with basketball.”

UConn had a game that weekend, so for the whole week, Paige was in the gym with KK pushing her to her limits. Defensively and offensively. If you wanted to be impressed, Paige was gonna make sure KK had the best damn game of her life.

Meanwhile, you had flown out to Connecticut to film another movie. It was a love-story-gone-wrong-psychological-thriller plot, which combined your favourite genres to watch and film, horror and romance.

The movie was set in Connecticut, but you were really only there for two weeks, just to get specific shots, then you were flying to Los Angeles to film the rest of it.

While flying to Connecticut, you were stalking KK (per usual) and realised she went to UConn, the University of Connecticut.

KK hadn't said or posted anything in response to your interview, and, like you thought, you didn't expect her to. You did think it was a one-and-done thing, but you wouldn't have minded if it became something else.

And you figured, maybe it was time you got into basketball, good thing you have a brother who's obsessed with it.

So, you asked your agent to get you tickets to their upcoming game under the guise of supporting local teams while in Connecticut, but secretly deep down, you hoped that maybe you would get to see KK in person.

It was their last practice before game day, and Geno had called a huddle.

He talked through their game plan and named the starters, then at the end he said, “Also, KK, your little crush is gonna be at the game this weekend—”

“What!” KK yelled, interrupting Geno, “What do you mean?”

Geno sighed, annoyed that KK had interrupted, “If you listened and didn't interrupt me, Kamorea.”

Some of the girls oohed in the background, and KK glared back at them.

Geno continued, “Her agent reached out for courtside tickets; she wants to watch as many sports games as she can while she's in Connecticut. I think she's going to a soccer game as well.” Geno murmured that last bit to himself but KK didn't hear it.

KK felt like her heart was going to burst out of her chest, because what do you mean, KK's celebrity crush was going to be sitting court side at one of her games? To watch her play?

Now, the only reason KK didn't respond to your video was because she didn't know how to.

She had spent a good part of her life admiring you and everything you did, so seeing that video was a shock to her.

She didn't think there was a world in which you knew her name, yet there you were, casually telling KK to impress you, and she might get a chance. And you looked so calm, like it didn't even faze you that KK had a crush, but I mean, you were stunning and talented, thousands of people had crushes on you, KK just didn't think she would be the one you would notice.

So it felt surreal that you were gonna watch her play, and some part of KK felt like this was all just a bad dream where she was gonna play badly and then you were gonna laugh at her in real life, but she was snapped out of it by Paige, who literally snapped her fingers in KK's face.

“KK, earth to camera, helloooo”

KK turned to Paige, still in a daze from the thought of you watching her play, “You good, camera?”

She nodded but made no move to open her mouth, still staring at nothing and thinking of you.

Paige sighed, “You know, KK, it's okay to be nervous—”

That seemed to get to KK as she snapped her head in Paige's direction, exclaiming, “Girl boo, of course I'm nervous, I was never hiding that.”

KK dragged her hands over her face, muttering, “What am I gonna do?” Then she closed her eyes, took a deep breath and said, “I have to play the best damn basketball of my life.”

Paige grinned and slapped KK on the back, “I know that's right, camera, let's goooo”

The rest of the team started hyping KK up as well, and KK tried not to get her hopes up, but some part of her hoped that you would be impressed when you watched her play.

It was game day, and surprisingly, KK wasn't freaking out.

That was a lie; she's totally freaking out.

She had managed to keep calm throughout the day, but now they were T-minus 45 minutes to the game, and KK had started panicking. They had to leave in 15 minutes to start warm-ups on the court, so this was probably the worst time for KK to freak out.

She kept pacing back and forth in the locker room, muttering ‘oh my God’ over and over again.

The team had done their pre-game rituals and were now standing around the locker room watching KK and exchanging glances with each other, wondering who was gonna speak up and say something.

But they didn't have to, Geno came in and yelled at KK to focus before sending everyone out for warm-ups.

KK froze. This is it. When she goes out there, she's gonna see you. And you're gonna see her. You've probably already seen the hundreds of videos KK has made about you. Videos where she talked about your upcoming movies, or how pretty you looked on the red carpet.

Okay, back to panicking.

KK stared wide-eyed at the door, hoping somehow that the ground would swallow her whole before she could take a step.

The team walked out in a single file line, and Sarah, who usually walked out after KK, stopped and laughed at the look on KK's face. Calling out her name, Sarah said, “Calm down, just pretend she's not here and play like usual.”

“I can't do that, Sarah,” KK huffed, “I want to impress her.” She groaned. Why did she have to take a liking to someone so beautiful and talented?

“Ok, so then go out there and impress her.” KK looked at Sarah, eyes wide like she was wanting reassurance. Sarah sighed, “KK, everything's going to be fine. Whether you go out there and impress her or you fall on your face and embarrass yourself.”

Ignoring KK's alarmed look, Sarah continued, “It's all going to be fine. Rejection is redirection, you'll be fine, KK.”

KK chewed her bottom lip before nodding.

Sarah smiled and nodded back before saying, “Now, hurry up, we have a game to play.” Taking another deep breath, KK walked out of the locker room, Sarah following behind.

It was time to play some basketball.

KK was put in during the second quarter and was all nerves.

She spotted you during warm-ups, and her body physically locked up, and her eyes stayed trained on you. And, of course, you were wearing her jersey. KK felt like her heart was going to combust.

You hadn't noticed KK staring, too busy marvelling at the environment. All the fans, the signs, and the t-shirts, just the atmosphere inside Gampel was insane.

By the time KK had been brought back to reality—by Geno yelling at her again—you had looked back to the court, easily spotting KK.

She had chosen the farthest spot from you and was lying on her back doing leg stretches, but you could find KK anywhere, especially after you spent days “researching” her online—that's code for you were stalking, heavy.

She had tried to avoid looking at you, but somehow she just kept finding you again and again.

When KK got put into the game, the first few minutes were chaotic. She wasn't in her spot, she was taking unnecessary shots, and just making bad passes.

At the halftime mark, KK dropped her head. She didn't know what she was thinking. That she could be the one to impress you. Every day, you were surrounded by people far more talented and more successful than her. And yet, when KK lifted her head, her eyes automatically landed on you.

You made eye contact with KK and smiled softly, lifting your arm to wave at her.

She paused, then smiled, waving back.

The rest of the game was cash. At least for KK, she got her stats up, and her confidence was bringing everyone else up, too.

Game over. 83 - 63 UConn.

Everyone was hype as they headed back to the locker room, but no one more than KK.

She was running, jumping, yelling and everything else. Then she stopped in place, staring straight ahead.

There you were, standing outside their locker room. You looked even more beautiful up close, and KK felt her hands get clammy.

You looked up as you heard the players get closer. The first few waved and sent sly smirks to the person beside them but they didn't linger; they knew who you were waiting for.

When the team was in the locker room and the door was closed, only you and KK remained.

KK started fidgeting with her hands, and you noticed, so you spoke up, “Nice game tonight.”

Your voice sounded like music to KK's ears, and it cut through KK's overthinking, so with a boost of confidence, she said, “Hm, did I impress you?”

You laughed, and KK swore she thought she was in heaven for a second. Your laughter drew KK closer, and suddenly, she wanted to do anything she could to hear it for the rest of her life.

“You did,” You mused, then you laughed to yourself again.

KK grinned at you, loving the sound of your laugh, “So, what now?” She said.

You looked down, thoughtfully, “Now?” Then you looked back at KK with a mischievous look in your eye, “Now, we go to dinner.”

There was no doubt, no hesitation when you asked—or more like told.

So, KK smiled and said, “Ok, I gotta take a shower and get ready though.”

“That's okay, I have to change too.”

“I mean, I like your outfit,” KK slyly said, while not-so-discretely looking you up and down.

You laughed again, you seemed to be doing that a lot around KK, “Oh, really?”

At KK's nod, you continued, “Well, I like it too, but probably not the best for a date, so I'll text you and then you can show me what kind of fun you get up to in Storrs, Connecticut.”

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 — azzi fudd & paige bueckers x reader!teammate

ꨄ — part 1 part 2

ꨄ — summary: azzi and paige develop feelings for their teammate but she doesn’t care

ꨄ — word count: 2.1k

ꨄ — warnings: reader (aka you) is a hoe with a heart (are you really though?) semi cheating (is it cheating if they both want it?)

ꨄ — authors note: yeah idk how i feel about this, lemme know if y'all want part 2?

The team called you a player, but you just liked to say you hadn't found ‘the one’ yet.

Since high school, when you made women's basketball popular again, girls have always gravitated towards you. You were gorgeous, funny, tall and athletic, so you became very popular, and just because you could, you decided to experiment with both guys and girls, which is how you figured out you were way more into girls than guys.

This continued into college, and you became very popular outside of basketball for being a certified munch, and after talks with both Geno and CD, you had been instructed to keep the ‘philandering’, as CD put it, to an end or keep it on the low.

Your dorm and teammates, Paige and Azzi (bless them), lived through years of girls coming and going through the dorm. In fact, they now had a system. Paige would pick up the extra clothes that were shed on the floor from your noisy entrance the night before, and Azzi, the sweetheart, would make an extra coffee for your guest and leave it on the counter with a note apologizing for you kicking them out.

You had multiple talks with Paige and Azzi, which mainly consisted of you apologising for the noise and promising that you would stop. The girls said it was fine, and that it was even because of the nights they spent together, plus the couple knew you would never really stop.

And they were right, night after night, party after party, girl after girl, you couldn't stop, and if you were being honest with yourself, did you really want to? The team often made jokes that you were a player, but were they really jokes? Body shot after body shot, hook up after hook up, you were obsessed. And it wasn't just you, girls around campus often seek you out during parties or, if they're bold enough, sometimes during class or practice.

Paige and Azzi, unbeknownst to each other, often found themselves feeling a sense of envy or jealousy seeing you with other people and the thought of you spending the night with another person, showing them if the rumours were true, made the pair sick.

The whole team was aware of the rumours about you and how good you were, and you often found yourself being teased every day when they noticed you were in a particularly good mood at practice. “So how good was this one, hm?” they'd say, “Well, she's basically glowing, so I'd say it was pretty good.” You just shook your head and ignored them half the time, but Paige and Azzi couldn't.

They knew you, and they knew how good you were; hell, they had to listen to it every night, and sometimes they couldn't help but wish it was them you were taking home.

Now Paige and Azzi hadn't exactly talked about their weird feelings towards you, but they could tell. It was the same way Paige would watch Azzi lifting weights, she sometimes let her attention drift to you on the other side of the gym, and Azzi noticed, she always noticed but that didn't mean Paige didn't. Azzi would be watching Paige do pull-ups, and she would zone out, staring at you. Paige would catch her but she wouldn't say anything.

Both girls were aware, but they never said anything out of fear of ruining their relationship; they could almost feel the anticipation swirling inside the other.

What they didn't know was that you had caught them staring, too.

You had unspoken rules; you never got into a relationship, situationship, or any friends with benefits thing. You never slept with the same girl twice, and trust you would love to, but after an incident in your freshman year, you figured once was enough, oh, and you never slept with a teammate.

There were a couple of situations, though, ones you hadn't thought about in a while. One night, while the team was out at Ted's, half the team was drunk, including you, Paige and Azzi. The couple was in the booth, close to making out, and you were in the corner chatting up some girl on the cheer team. Azzi had to go to the bathroom, so after a quick kiss with Paige, she walked off.

After leaving the bathroom, she walked past you, and something inside her snapped. Azzi grabbed your hand and dragged you to the bathroom, hearing you yelp at being dragged away, and knowing the bathroom was empty, she closed the door and locked it, pushing you up against the door, she leaned in staring at you.

You, just catching your breath, stared right back, waiting for Azzi's thoughts to catch up to her, waiting for when reality would set in and she would walk away, never to say a word. She leaned in closer, her nose brushing against your cheek, and she whispered, “What are you doing to me?”

You let out a breath, leaning your face on hers, your hands, which were previously at your sides, made their way up her body, she shivered under your touch, your hands stopped around her neck and feeling her melt under your touch, you flipped the two of you around and pushed her against the door. Azzi gasped as her back hit the door. You pushed your knee between her legs and placed one hand by her face, the other coming to grip her waist, caging her in.

“What do you think I'm doing?” you whispered back. You leaned into her shoulder, your nose grazing her pulse point. Azzi gulped, having you this close to her sent chills up her spine, but before she could reply, a knock on the door was heard, and Paige's voice came through, “Hey, you guys okay? I saw you rush in here.”

You chuckled at the thought of Paige standing out there thinking of what was happening, and you also got to see the moment reality set in for Azzi as she realised what she had done. You gave her a smug grin and leaned closer, and she froze watching you until you were an inch apart. Her lips parted, and just as it seemed you were gonna lean in, you unlocked the door, gently moving Azzi, and you opened the door.

You smiled at Paige and gave some half-ass excuse, then walked away. Paige brushed it off and turned back to Azzi, who had managed to recollect herself. She copied your excuse and distracted Paige by dragging her back to dance. Azzi couldn't look you or Paige in the eye for the rest of the night, which wasn't a problem as soon after you disappeared, and so did the cheerleader, and Paige passed out as soon as they made it home.

Another incident was with Paige. You two had always stayed late after practice to do shoot-arounds or run new plays. You had taken your shirt off, leaving you in the practice shorts and a sports bra, this usually wouldn't be a problem for Paige, but because it was you, she almost combusted. You noticed her staring, and after calling her name a few times, she finally looked back at you. You laughed slightly, and she tried to shake it off and only stumbled over her words once before locking in and focusing.

When you were finished, both of you headed to the showers, and Paige was leaning under the shower head when she started thinking about you, the way you leaned into her while defending her, how your arms looked when you went for a shot, and how soft your skin felt under her hands. Realising her thoughts were teetering on the edge of being inappropriate, she stopped her shower and got out.

After she was dressed, she went to grab her bag only to stop at the sight of you, standing in a towel only, another wrapped around your hair, you walked over to your bag completely unbothered but Paige was frozen, she gulped, her eyes stayed locked on you, following a drop of water that fell down your neck and suddenly she wanted to reach out, grab you and lick—pause.

You knew exactly what you were doing, and after getting dressed and sorting yourself out, you turned back to Paige, who had looked away but still glanced over from time to time. You smiled and said, “See you later, Paige.”

“Wait, what? I thought you were going back to our dorm?”

“No, I have someone I need to see, if you know what I mean.” You winked at her and walked away, leaving Paige standing there slightly horny and majorly disappointed.

There were also little moments, like during practice, Azzi kept driving to the basket, so you yelled out, “Hey princess, pass the ball please.” Azzi's face flushed red, not from being called out but from the nickname and the way it sounded coming from you in that sweet, almost condescending tone. Lots of people called her a princess, but coming from you, Azzi just couldn't handle it.

Or after Paige hits a 3-point shot in a game and you walk past, smacking her ass, the whole team has done it at some point, but coming from you has her turning red and trying to avoid looking at you.

You were obviously aware that Paige and Azzi harboured some sort of feelings towards you, and thinking back to those moments and others, you realise it was very much messy behaviour from your end but they didn't stop it, in fact, it seems like they wanted more.

One time, it almost happened. Almost.

You had brought a new girl over, Paige and Azzi, at this point had a very long conversation about what they were feeling and how it affected their relationship and what would happen in the long run. They both agreed that it was purely physical and that if anything happened, they would tell the other and talk it through.

They spent the entire night trying to drown out the sounds coming from your room, and in the morning, they did their usual routine: pick up clothes and make coffee. You came out later after taking a shower and apologised for the noise before leaving and going to class.

While you were gone, Azzi suddenly had a thought: what if instead of them listening to you, you had to listen to them? It was an interesting idea for sure, and you had never complained about the sound in the past, but maybe it would be different this time.

Well, it wasn't. Azzi had finessed Paige into bed, and in the morning, when Azzi walked into the kitchen, you just winked at her and walked back to your room.

Azzi smacked herself on the forehead. She was acting hella thirsty for someone with a girlfriend, but with everything going on, Azzi couldn't help but wonder when it was all going to boil over.

The team was hanging out, half the team was in Paige's room playing Fortnite, and the other half was sitting in the lounge watching a movie.

You, Azzi and Paige were sitting on the couch, you in between them, and everyone else was sitting on the beanbags on the floor.

Azzi didn't know where she got the confidence, but halfway through the movie, she leaned over and placed her head in the crook of your neck. You glanced over but didn't say anything and continued watching the movie. After a few seconds, you felt Azzi press light pecks on your shoulder.

You paused and glanced at her again before moving away slightly. You didn't get very far, as on the other side of you was Paige, whose hand was now resting on your thigh. A couple of seconds went by, and Azzi's head moved back to your shoulder, placing light kisses up your neck, and Paige's hand started drifting upwards.

But of course, you couldn't let them have all the power. You let them continue to kiss and touch you until you suddenly moved away to grab your phone. Azzi and Paige were both startled as you leaned away from them and started scrolling on your phone. Just as they were about to continue, you got a text message.

Cheer girl #3: come over, i have a surprise for you image attached

You let out a laugh, smiling slightly and started to get up. Paige and Azzi both saw the message and were left staring at you in shock as you got up and said your goodbyes before leaving.

Yeah, you could've stayed and messed around with Paige and Azzi, but where's the fun in that? Plus, cheer girl was hella flexible.

𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞 — sarah strong x reader!uconn!player

ꨄ — summary: sarah made the mistake of falling in love with her older teammate, and now it's days away from senior night and sarah is realising she's not ready to say goodbye

ꨄ — word count: 2.8k

ꨄ — warnings: crying, out of this world yearning, idiots in love over here

ꨄ — authors note: i left this on a cliffhanger because i'm evil (i promise i'm not) but interpret the ending however you want

also omg it is criminal how little sarah strong works there are, so if y'all like sarah here you go

Most people, when they meet Sarah, immediately assume she doesn't like them. And it's not hard to come to that assumption when the whole time someone is talking to Sarah, her facial expression is one that usually resembles either boredom or judgment.

At first, most of Sarah's teammates—apart from KK, of course—didn't really know how to converse with Sarah because she always gave off the impression that she was disinterested, or annoyed with them, so they just stuck with topics she would talk to them about, like basketball.

But, of course, everyone has a soft spot, and Sarah's is you.

Sarah met you while she was on her recruitment trip at UConn. She was 17 years old and trying not to give away just how impressed she was with UConn's sports facility.

You were 19 years old, and technically supposed to be all-knowing now that you were entering your sophomore year, but you still had that look in your eye like you were still figuring all this out, too.

Sarah knew who you were, lockdown defender and when needed a sharp-shooter, you helped lead the Huskies to an almost undefeated season your freshman year until you were injured in the final four against the Louisville Cardinals.

It was basically a doomed season anyway, with Paige out with an injury and Azzi on a minute restriction, along with others who were injured, but leading the Huskies through a season like that with little to no players definitely let others know that you were a basketball player to watch.

Sarah found herself drifting towards you during her visit and hoped that nobody noticed, but Geno and CD caught everything, so when you had to leave practice—which wasn't really practice, it was more so the others practiced and Geno let you yell at them so that you would feel included—to go to rehad, Geno asked you to take Sarah along and show her what happened when you played stupid—because yes, Geno was salty that you got injured during the final four because he knows you could've won it all.

The whole time you spent together was filled with chatter and laughter.

Sarah didn't know what was happening to her. She wasn't a girl who giggled or laughed so hard her stomach hurt, and yet, a couple of hours spent with you and suddenly, Sarah was laughing like she had never felt joy before.

Sarah spent a couple of hours with you, but it felt like she had known you for years. You were funny and smart, you got Sarah's humour, which meant no awkward silences after she made a joke because people didn't get her. You were also very transparent about your injury; there was no tense silence when she asked about it, you were honest about how you felt about it and what you were thinking when it came to the future of your career.

Sarah felt so comfortable with you. Like she could say anything, do anything, ask anything, and there would be no judgment, nothing but pure understanding from you.

It felt like you understood what Sarah was thinking before she even thought it.

That was what finalised UConn for Sarah.

Sarah had met a lot of people, met a lot of coaches, met a lot of players, but she had never felt as understood as she did sitting with you while you went through your rehab knee stretches.

Later that night, when Sarah went to Geno's house, she was ready to sign the contract that second.

Geno raised his eyebrows in CD's direction, and she nodded back—those two are evil masterminds, that's for sure.

UConn lost in the final four that season, a hard loss for everyone on the team, but mainly the seniors.

It was hard to send Nika and Aaliyah off with no championship, but you all still showed your support at the draft, with Paige obviously being the loudest one.

Before you knew it, and before you got to really enjoy your off-season, summer conditioning started, and it was time to see all the freshmen.

Sarah, Allie and Morgan were so adorable, it was honestly criminal.

Sarah immediately latched on to you, becoming “your freshie” as you and everyone else called her.

And as conditioning went on and the season started, they started noticing that you were the only one Sarah really smiled for or seemed happy to be around.

During practice, you were the only Sarah wanted to run drills with (when they got to choose, which was rarely ever because Geno had a system) and during team dinners or team bonding, Sarah only sat next to you, and she didn't talk to people outside of the team unless you included her.

Sarah didn't know why her face felt flush and red after you praised her for something she did during practice. She didn't know why she felt her mood improve after you had done something as simple as smile at her, or give her a high-five.

Sarah didn't know it was a crush, which felt like a childish name for what she was feeling when the thought popped up.

The upperclassmen basically sniffed out Sarah's crush-not-crush on you like hound dogs—and they found it very amusing—but the younger ones thought Sarah just stuck close for advice.

You weren't oblivious; you knew Sarah had a crush on you, but you thought it was an admiration thing, an innocent crush that Sarah would get over as the season went on.

She didn't.

For Sarah, as the season went on, her crush-not-crush on you only grew, especially after the game against USC, and Sarah blamed herself for the loss. You sat next to her and distracted her. You told her about your losses and injuries and embarrassing moments during basketball, and it helped. Sarah felt understood whenever she spoke to you.

She told you about how she really felt about the game, and from the bus ride to the hotel to the bus ride home, all you did was reassure her that it wasn't her fault.

Other things had happened earlier in the game that could've been different, that would've changed the whole game.

Winning the national championship with you by Sarah's side was all she wanted. The feeling of lifting that trophy with both of you side-by-side filled Sarah with an unexplainable feeling. A feeling that she wanted to feel over and over and over.

Later that night, after champagne showers, you and Paige passing the net between each other, music so loud you're sure the whole hotel could hear it, and seeing all the UConn alum pull up, like Diana, Sue, Maya, Aaliyah, and more floating around, you found yourself lying in bed next to Sarah.

She wasn't allowed to drink, and her mom, Allison, made you promise that you would watch her. You nodded and saluted her while promising you would keep watch over Sarah, and Allison walked away with a knowing smile on her face.

So, you found yourself watching over Sarah all night, keeping her safe despite being very intoxicated yourself. Then, when it was so late, it was basically the next day, you dragged Sarah to her hotel room and made her calm down and go to sleep.

Now, you lay across from her, watching her sleep, like an Edward Cullen wannabe.

You knew exactly what you felt for Sarah, but you couldn't do anything about it. You wouldn't do anything about it.

Sarah was just starting her career, she had a lot to learn, a lot to accomplish, a lot to do, and even though you were very successful in your own right, fans and the media often always made relationships the focal point when it came to women's sports, you wouldn't be able to bring yourself to do that to Sarah's career.

She didn't deserve to have her career put in jeopardy because you had feelings.

Suddenly, Sarah's hand reached out, and you froze, watching her hand move around aimlessly, trying to feel for something.

Her hand then found what it was looking for and latched onto your hand, bringing it close to her chest. Sarah held your hand and squeezed it tight. This wasn't uncommon for Sarah to do when she couldn't sleep, especially when you were laying with her.

You watched her try to fall back to sleep, but her breathing didn't return to its normal pattern. Then quietly, she murmured sleepily, “Come closer.”

You blinked softly, not moving, unsure. You shouldn't have felt this awkward when you had cuddled before, but for some reason, you felt nervous.

Sarah frowned sleepily, eyes still closed. She squeezed your hand again and tugged you closer, making it clear what she wanted.

You finally moved over, and Sarah curled into you like this is what she's been waiting for all night. Her head lay on your chest, hands still interlocked, and your head lay on top of hers.

You watched Sarah relax, and when her breathing returned to normal, and you were sure she had really fallen back to sleep, you whispered, like you weren't sure if you even wanted to say it.

“I love you.”

No reply.

Just the quiet breathing from Sarah.

This was it. Your last season. Your last everything at UConn.

You weren't ready to leave the girls. You knew you weren't ready, but you can't stop it. You tried not to think so much about the future by burying yourself in basketball, and for the most part, it worked, but during the late nights, when you could hear your teammates arguing and the freshmen laughing, you let yourself think about it.

It was hard enough saying goodbye to Paige after the championship. You both clung to each other, bawling your eyes out, and you cried again when she got drafted, but only in private cause that was embarrassing.

Now, it's your turn.

You couldn't even imagine how hard it was for Paige to leave Azzi, and now you were sitting in your room, thinking about what it's gonna be like to leave Sarah, although you and Sarah weren't in a relationship.

After that night, you didn't say anything and fell asleep. Sarah didn't say anything when she woke up, not that you expected her to; you knew she was asleep.

But since that moment, you have been having an internal fight with yourself about whether you should distance yourself or not. You thought distancing yourself would make leaving easier, but after not being able to stay away from Sarah for two days, you decided to scrap that idea. You were just going to have to endure the hurt.

Sarah, on the other hand, found herself clinging to you in every possible way.

She was your partner in every drill, hoping Geno wouldn't notice that she ignored his system—he definitely noticed—she spent all her free time in your room, whether she was doing school work, watching a movie, scrolling on her phone, sleeping, or literally just wanting to lie on your bed. She was soaking up as much of you as she could before you left.

Sometimes you would have a later class, and come back late to find Sarah asleep in your bed, curled on your side of the bed like that helped her sleep.

It didn't fully hit Sarah until days before senior night that this was actually your last year. You were declaring for the draft and leaving in two months.

Two months.

That's all the time she had left with you.

Sarah turned her head towards you. Currently the both of you were lying on your bed watching a movie, Sarah's pick. You weren't really paying attention, finding something much more interesting to watch on your phone, Sarah was curled into your side, and she was relaxed until she remembered senior night was days away.

You felt Sarah move, and when you looked down at her, you noticed her eyes were trained on you.

“Can I help you, Lizzie?” You smiled cheekily.

Sarah rolled her eyes at your nickname for her that you took from her middle name, Elizabeth.

She avoided looking at you, “I'm just thinking.” She said, her voice was lower than usual.

“Yeah? About what?” You asked, putting your phone down and turning all your attention to Sarah.

She huffed, “About you…leaving.”

You sighed, you've been trying to avoid talking to Sarah about this knowing you weren't ready for it, but now you couldn't.

You reached your hand out and grabbed her chin, making her look at you. Now, Sarah had no choice but to make eye contact with you.

“What about it?” You asked softly, dropping your hand. You wanted Sarah to be able to tell you how she really felt, which she had never struggled to do before, but you could tell she needed a little push tonight, especially when the topic was you leaving.

The room was quiet, the only noise being the movie, which was now background noise to you and Sarah.

You didn't talk after that; you just let Sarah find her words.

Then she said, “I'm not ready.” Her voice is close to a whisper and wavering, “I'm not ready for you to leave.”

Her chin wobbled, and as soon as she was finished talking, tears fell down her face, quick and relentless.

You reached out in an instant and wrapped your arms around Sarah, bringing her close to you. She cried silently into your chest, clutching your top like it was her lifeline, “Please don't leave me.”

Please don't leave me.

Your heart broke. She whispered it like a mantra, still sobbing into your chest.

You just held her closer, “I can't stop it, baby.”

Baby. The name slipped out before you could stop it. Either Sarah didn't notice or she chose to ignore it, but she held you tighter, continuing to whisper, “Please don't leave me.”

Sarah didn't cry when she won the championship or when Paige left. In fact, there were only a few rare moments when you did see her cry, and when she did, she hadn't cried like this. She hadn't cried as hard or as much. And yet, the thought of you leaving was enough to bring Sarah to tears.

“I know, I know.” Sarah said softly, “I know you can't stop it, but please, don't leave me behind. Don't forget me.”

Your eyes watered, “I'm not gonna do that, sweetheart.” Another nickname slipped out, “I'm never gonna forget you.”

“Yes, you will.” She whispered into your chest, “You're gonna get drafted to a team in a city far away and leave me behind. You're gonna have another best friend, and you're gonna replace me.”

You hugged Sarah tighter, your heart breaking with every word she said.

“That's not gonna happen, Lizzie.” You said while running one hand through her hair, the other tugging Sarah closer.

“Yes, it is,” Sarah said stubbornly, clinging closer to you.

Your hand left her hair and grabbed her chin, tilting her face to look up at you.

“No, it's not.” You said firmly.

Sarah looked drained. Tear stains covered her face, her eyes were red, and she sniffled every five seconds, and yet, despite all of that, you thought Sarah looked beautiful.

You grasped her face in your hands and looked right into her eyes, saying, “You're my number one girl, Sarah, I'm never gonna forget you. Or leave you. Or replace you. You're gonna be with me forever.”

“Don't say that.” Her voice was lower than a whisper, and she kept tugging her bottom lip into her mouth.

You'll admit you did get a little distracted watching Sarah bite her lip, but you focused again and couldn't help the small grin that was fighting its way onto your face. “Why not?”

“Because it'll just make it harder for me when you leave.”

“Okay, sweetheart, I won't say it again.”

You grinned triumphantly when Sarah blushed. Now that she had finished crying, and her thoughts of you leaving had semi left her mind, she could actually focus now, and hearing you call her sweetheart turned Sarah into a blushing mess.

“Don't say that either,” She said shyly, leaning forward to hide her face in your chest.

At this point, you had pretty much figured out that Sarah still had a “crush-not-crush” on you, but just like you thought last year, you would not jeopardize her career, which meant you had to turn your feelings off so that you didn't do something reckless like kiss her.

You didn't say anything after that. You just held Sarah closer.

You would think that after all that crying Sarah would be the first to fall asleep, but it ended up being you. Sarah's face was tucked under your chin, and she was curled into your chest listening to the sound of your beating heart.

Then, Sarah whispered, so quietly she wasn't even sure she had actually said it.

“I love you.”

No reply.

Just the quiet sound of your breathing.

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 — kk arnold x reader!long!distance!gf

ꨄ — summary: on call kk sees that her long distance gf is talking to her ex and after talking with azzi and paige, she calls her gf and gets reassurance

ꨄ — word count: 2.05k

ꨄ — warnings: idk, kk being sad, paige giving good advice, jay (aka me) bad writing, reader (aka you) being a baddie

ꨄ — authors note: ok i don’t know which one is going to be released first but if it’s this one, hello. this is my first tumblr post so please be nice. also if this comes out second, i know i said in my first post that i didn’t like writing reader post’s...wellllll

also i know realistically it would be months before juju could train but like shut up bruh but if you really are that bothered just pretend the drafts in the middle of the year and shush.

KK Arnold loves her girlfriend. So much. Like so much. There isn’t a thing she wouldn’t do for you. Except switch schools. She would never switch schools.

KK and you first met at a UConn vs USC (Trojans) game. Well, technically you didn’t meet; KK just had a crush. It was both your guys’ freshman year, and you were on the sidelines cheering for your, at the time, girlfriend JuJu Watkins.

KK caught a glimpse of you while she was sitting on the bench and thought you were absolutely stunning, but she came here to play ball and win, so she pushed aside her little crush and focused on the game.

Until she started unintentionally shifting towards you during the game, every pass, every steal, every layup, was made on your side of the court or in your direct line of vision. Now she might not have noticed, but her teammates certainly did. Every time she made a glance in your direction, they would share a look, one that often varied between, that’s so sweet, she has a crush and she needs to focus, no distractions—That last one was actually spoken aloud by Geno when he too noticed her staring your way.

After the game, (a UConn win), KK was going to approach you until she noticed you and JuJu, off to the side of the tunnel, hugging each other in a way that seemed too friendly, she put two and two together and whether y’all were together or not, you clearly had feelings for each other, so she backed off and left with the team.

You and JuJu stayed together until 2025, when she tore her ACL. She took the injury as a sign that when she healed, she needed to be better and play smarter, so she started putting all her focus into her injury and getting back on the court, and of course, you supported her through it all. You were there when she went down (on the court), you were there in the hospital room when they told her she tore it, you were there when she cried, and when she needed to laugh.

And so, of course, you were there when she started training again, but aside from rehab and going to her PT sessions, she didn’t give anything else her attention, including you.

It started small, a late reply or a missed call. Then cancelled plans, she was busy, or she wanted to train a little longer. Then she stopped coming over as often; again, she wanted to stay behind to train. When you first noticed it, you brushed it off, figuring she needed time to herself to get back in the groove, then delayed replies and no call backs, you waited. Of course, you waited, but you could feel it.

Then, after a few days of no contact, she showed up and ended it. (Your relationship fyi)

You didn’t yell, you didn’t scream and neither did she, but you did cry. She said she didn’t know how to be JuJu Watkins, basketball sensation again and that she needed to figure it out. On her own.

After days of crying, you finally picked yourself up again and headed to New York. JuJu’s now old teammate, and your friend, Kiki, had declared for the 2025 WNBA draft. You two grew very close when you first met, and she wanted you there when she got drafted, so you showed up and showed out.

Wearing a black lace bralette with a tight mesh button-up over the top, black wide-leg pants and red Louboutins. Your hair was slicked up in a bun with two front pieces left out, and besides a watch you didn’t wear any other jewellery.

KK wasn’t expecting to see you at the draft. She had watched a few of your videos from time to time when they popped up on her for you page, and sometimes she would stalk your instagram but other than that, she tried to let go of her small crush on you, but she had heard through the grapevine that you and JuJu had broken up and seeing you just made it come rushing back.

She had purposefully made herself run into you when she noticed you making your way to the exit, and when she apologised for bumping into you, she slyly introduced herself and struck up a conversation.

You two stood there for a while talking and laughing before she was pulled away by Ice, who was happy that KK was finally making moves but, they had to get to Paige’s after-party, so they had to go. KK, of course, didn’t leave without getting your number and for the rest of the night, she was on cloud 9 and telling everyone that she got a baddie’s number.

At first it was slow, a like here, a comment there, then it grew into messages, calls, and face times, then it was falling asleep on face time, then meeting each other’s mom’s over the phone because they wanted to know who was making their daughters smile so much, KK introduced you as a friend but Kim could tell, it was something more.

You slowly, but surely, started seamlessly blending into each other's lives, then eventually you started talking about trips and when y’all could possibly visit each other.

Now y’all have been dating for 9 months, she asked you out in July, and things have been amazing. The three-hour time difference isn’t so bad, and y’all are always on call, either studying or sleeping, and both your teammates are so supportive, but lately, KK’s been feeling weird.

It’s nearing March, and with March Madness coming up, Geno has been pushing the team more in practices, which has caused y’all to call less, but KK never forgets to send you messages whenever she can to let you know she’s still thinking of you. It’s sweet, and of course, you understand the demanding schedule of basketball.

Now you have told KK about your past relationship with JuJu, so she knows y’all used to date and how it ended. There was no bad blood between you and JuJu, just an unspoken agreement that, besides a greeting here and there, you didn’t need to interact with each other.

Well, since the basketball season started, you always found yourself around the team, whether it was practice in the same gym or classes together, or student mixers, you always found them, including JuJu.

And of course photos the team took always managed to capture you in the background, which made it seem like you were there with them.

Now, if you were to ask JuJu if she regretted breaking up with you, she would say yes. It wasn’t until she saw pictures of you with KK at the draft in New York that she realised she missed you, but you looked happy, so she backed off.

Now it was about midnight in Storrs, and KK and the team were out at Ted’s celebrating a win, and KK had the brilliant idea to call you, only for one of your teammates to answer the phone.

KK asked where you were, and your teammate turned the camera around to you sitting next to JuJu. The moment KK recognised you and who you were sitting with, she froze, and a look of discomfort settled on her face. Your teammate noticed and turned the phone back around, smiling awkwardly, “You okay?”

“I’ll call her back later, bye.” KK hung up the phone, and Sarah, who was sitting next to her, could tell she was in a bad mood and suggested they head home.

When they got back to their dorm, KK locked herself in her room and didn’t come back out till later. She headed for Azzi’s dorm, and when she walked in, she face planted right onto Azzi’s bed.

Azzi and Paige, who were on call together, shared a look before Azzi spoke up, “You okay?”

“No,” came KK’s muffled reply, “I’m scared my girlfriend’s gonna go back to her ex.”

Azzi sighed, “What do you mean, KK?”

Finally lifting her head from the bed, KK turned towards Azzi and said, “I called her tonight, and her friend picked up and showed me where she was.” Azzi tilted her head, confused, and Paige just stared blankly. “She was sitting with JuJu.”

Hearing that, Azzi and Paige both nodded, now understanding, “Well, I doubt that she would do that; she really likes you, KK. We can all see that”

“Yeah, but she’s 43 hours away from me in a university, 5 minutes away from her ex, JuJu Watkins, and it’s not like they broke up on bad terms. What if JuJu gets better and decides she wants her back? Or if my girlfriend wants to be in a relationship with someone closer?”

Paige finally spoke up, “KK, you have to talk to her about this. Communication is key, especially in a long-distance relationship, and if you don’t talk about it, it’s just going to eat you alive until you start overthinking and then say something stupid.”

“How would you know?” Both Azzi and Paige paused, giving KK a blank look, if anyone would know it would be them, “Never mind.”

While Paige was talking to KK, Azzi grabbed out her phone and pulled up a picture before shoving her phone in KK’s face, effectively shutting her up by what was on it.

It was a picture Azzi took of both of you from a couple of months ago when you visited KK before going back to USC. You were wearing her UConn jersey with a necklace that had her initial on it, and you were wearing your hair in a ponytail the way she liked it. She had her hands wrapped around your waist, and one of your arms rested around her neck, the other one pulling on the ´K´ necklace around your neck.

“KK, stop worrying, okay? That girl in the picture clearly likes you, just keep calm, and stop spiralling, and if you’re really that worried, call her again and just talk to her, tell her how you feel.”

After her talk with Azzi and Paige, KK went back to her room and called you again; this time, you picked up.

“Hi Kam,” You were lying down on your bed, looking like you just got out of the shower, smiling sweetly at KK through the phone, “Hey, baby, I need to talk to you.”

“Ok, what’s up? Is everything okay?”

“I’ve been feeling a little weird lately with you and JuJu hanging out again” You went silent and instead of replying you let KK continue talking, “and I don’t want to come off as insecure or weird but I do feel a bit uncomfortable with it and I know you can’t do much because you go to the same school and you cheer at her games but I just feel kinda weird about it”

You stayed silent for a few seconds before grabbing your phone and sending a picture to KK, confused, opened her messages and found a photo of you cheering at a USC basketball game, but what caught her attention was the ´K´ necklace lying around your neck proudly displayed for everyone to see.

When she clicked back on the call, you replied, “I get it, it’s uncomfortable, it’s uncomfy for me too, I didn’t think that I would see more of JuJu after breaking up than I did when we were together but, here we are. Listen to me, KK, I’m with you. I choose you. I love you. Seeing other people, let alone going back to JuJu, doesn’t even cross my mind. You’re the one I want.”

KK was silent at that, and unless you really knew KK, which you do, you could tell she was getting shy; she loves you down baddd.

After a few seconds, KK murmured, “I love you too.”

You two stay on call for a little while longer before KK starts drifting off to sleep, then you hear her quietly mumble, “Thank you.”

“What for Kam?” you whisper back

“For just being you.” you smile at that, quietly whispering one more ´I love you´ to KK before you also start falling asleep.

Yup, you love her down bad, but KK’s still not gonna switch schools.

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞 — kk arnold x reader!uconn!cheerleader

ꨄ — summary: kk becomes obsessed with finding the mysterious cheerleader who always seems to disappear

ꨄ — word count: 1.0k

ꨄ — warnings: slight (actually imma be honest it's not slight) stalking and stalker-ish behaviour, lemme know if there’s anything else

ꨄ — authors note: just a quick lil something while i stress about finishing the azzi fudd work. ay, i actually really liked this, i don't really like writing part twos (even though i've done it before, don't @ me) but this one has potential

also, omg, that notre dame vs uconn game had me on the edge of my seat, but i knew my huskies would get the dub and i'm hoping azzi is saving her shots for the final four because that whole game i was yelling that she needs to shoot the ball, and if she is saving her shots for the final four then i already know she finna light south carolina's ass up

KK had only seen you a handful of times, but she knew with absolute certainty that you were the most beautiful girl she had ever seen—and the most elusive.

Every time KK thought she had managed to find you, you disappeared. Like you were never there.

For a while, KK thought she was going crazy, that she was hallucinating, until your Instagram account popped up in her suggestions after she stalked the UConn cheerleading account just to find you.

KK, for reasons unknown even to herself, didn’t follow you; she just stalked your account every once in a while and tried to convince herself that she wasn’t completely obsessed.

The handful of times that she had seen you were mainly during games while you cheered on the sidelines, and the send-off that UConn did for the basketball teams when they were leaving for the tournament.

KK always made a beeline straight towards you during the send-off.

In her freshman year, she tried to ask you out, but she got nervous, and her hands kept gesturing between you and her, and, of course, you, not knowing what she was talking about, thought she was asking for your pompoms. KK swallowed the question and took the pompoms with a fake smile and went on to hype up the crowd with as much energy as she could after you unknowingly rejected her.

After the loss in the final four, KK returned even more set on finding you. But it seemed life was working against KK because everywhere she looked and everywhere she went, you were never there. Even after KK asked half the cheer team for your schedule—which she got weird looks for before they told her—and stalked all your social media accounts for your favourite spots, she never found you.

The team noticed KK’s weird behaviour and chalked it up to her being sad about the loss, but after Paige peeked over KK’s shoulder while she was stalking your account, they badgered and badgered until KK finally told them what was going on.

She explained the situation, and after enduring the hours of teasing and dumb ideas being thrown out, Azzi wondered why KK didn’t just wait outside the gymnasium for you while you were practicing.

A pretty straightforward and obvious idea, that KK shot down because that's “creepy and stalker like,” which Azzi countered with, “You’ve pretty much followed her around campus, and you’ve already stalked all her social media accounts, so waiting outside the gym for her should be pretty normal for you.” Then KK mocked her, which led to them arguing until Paige intervened with one of her brilliant ideas.

“Let’s all just follow her around campus.” Her idea got blank stares because KK, trying to follow you around and talk to you, was one thing, but the whole team? That was just insanity.

But Paige was quick to explain that she didn’t mean follow you around like creeps, but instead, if any of them were to come across you while walking around campus, to wave you down and make small talk while waiting for KK to show up to talk to you.

But that plan failed too because none of the girls ever spotted you long enough to wave you down. Instead, they got glimpses of you in passing and disappointed stares from KK after she ran halfway across campus to talk to you, only to be disappointed because it was the wrong girl or you had already walked away.

But what about the games? Well, it was the same then, too. KK saw you during warm-ups but couldn't go over because of Geno and CD; then she was focused during the game, and then whenever she thought she could catch you after the game, you disappeared, again.

KK did consider at some point just giving up but she couldn’t. She had to see you and talk to you and wonder if this persona she had made up of you in her head was real.

The meeting KK was waiting for finally happened in March.

It was another send-off for the basketball team and, again, KK made a beeline straight towards you.

You held your pompoms towards her—because that’s all you thought she came to you for—and KK had a small grin planted on her face as she took the pompoms from you and turned around to hype the crowd like she did the year before.

When it was time to go, the rest of the team made their way to the bus, all of them passing KK and giving her nudges and cheeky grins, trying to hype KK up enough that she would just tell you how she felt.

KK felt nervous as she turned to look back at you. She swallowed and smiled shyly, and you smiled right back, reaching out to grab your pompoms from her, clearly seeing that she needed to go.

Just when KK opened her mouth to talk to you—although KK didn't know what she was going to say as all thoughts left her mind when you smiled back at her—you talked first.

In a voice as sweet as sugar and as silky as ever, you said, “Good luck, KK, I'll be cheering you on.”

KK was sure her heart skipped a beat.

You smiled at KK one last time before turning back to your team, and KK blinked slowly, trying to come back from the sound of your voice and what you said, that is, until she was knocked out of her daze by Geno yelling in the background that she needed to get moving.

From the moment KK walked away from you, all that sounded in her head was you. Your voice and what you said, “Good luck, KK, I'll be cheering you on.”

“I'll be cheering you on.”

“Cheering you on,”

“You.”

Not the team, not anyone else, KK.

You were cheering for KK.

KK lived off that high for the whole of the tournament, and when UConn became national champions, it was still the only thing that KK could hear.

𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 — cowgirl!paige bueckers x cowgirl!reader

ꨄ — summary: paige has to do the worst thing imaginable and let her childhood sweetheart go

ꨄ — word count: 2.7k

ꨄ — warnings: hopeless lovers, ‘white house and blue shutters’ type beat and nothing else

ꨄ — authors note: i hate the title of this, and i hate the summary, if you have a different one, let me know but i do not hate this fic, i actually really like it and i do have a part two planned but i don’t know when that’s coming

this is inspired by the movie ‘The Notebook’ and the show ‘Yellowstone’ the inspo from yellowstone is really only the place and being the child of someone who owns a ranch and i’m sure y’all will be able to get what part is inspired by the notebook

also this is not edited, enjoy tho and is in fact a filler until i lock in and finish the azzi fudd work which is now at like 10k+ words and i’m not even halfway done so yay for me (and i still have to edit that)

closing thought, i cannot believe this is my first time writing a just paige fic, i do have some planned but you probably won’t see those for a longgg time.

You were always meant for something more. 

You were never meant to stay in Montana and be a rancher's wife. You were meant to see the world, and learn, and cry, and laugh, fall in love, experience heartbreak, get married, and have children. 

You were meant to live a life worth living. 

That's all Paige ever wanted for you. 

You and Paige had grown up together, side by side, never apart, and never too far behind the other. 

You father and hers had also grown up together. Your family and Paige's family had lived side by side for centuries, dating back for generations and generations. It was basically written in the stars for you and Paige to be as intertwined as you were. 

And at some point that wild and free friendship you had growing up blossomed into something more. 

Paige had fallen in love with you like it just made sense. Like you made sense. Like her plan was always to end up in your arms. 

Paige knew that you were, without a doubt, so much smarter than her. 

Paige had some smarts, like which pasture to move the cows to in different seasons, and how to keep the bears from coming too close to the city, but you were smart smart. 

You were placed in all AP classes, and excelled in every subject, and ran multiple clubs around the school. 

But as the two of you got closer to reaching eighteen, it suddenly hit Paige that you weren't meant for Montana. You weren't meant for her, and her life. 

She never expressed this to you, but you could feel her pulling away, and you knew she was thinking about the future too. 

You had applied to all the Ivys—Brown, Harvard, Columbia, Dartmouth, Yale, etc—mostly for yourself but also at the request of your father. 

When you were young, just a baby, your mother passed away. Your father had always lived with the regret of not letting his wife explore the world and live her life the right way. 

They too had been high school sweethearts, and when your mother stood her ground and told him that she wasn't leaving Montana to go to some fancy school in the east, your father had proposed to her right then and there, and they got married on their ranch. 

But when she died, he often looked through picture books and reminisced, and there was a large part of him that wished he could go back and tell her to leave. To go and live a life worth living. He would forever regret not telling her to go, but he could make sure you did. 

He grew up telling you stories of places and cities all over the world. The dazzling lights that sparkled on the eiffel tower. The concrete jungle where dreams were made of, New York. The city of angels, Los Angeles. 

Your father wanted you to live a life better than the one he thought he subjected your mother to. 

Paige agreed, but you didn't care. You love Paige, and you love your home. Applying to Montana State was for Paige, because you wanted what your parents had. 

High school sweethearts who settled down on their ranch, had a child who they chased around the yard, early mornings sipping coffee on the porch and late nights drinking beer and wine in the same spot. 

You wanted that. And you wanted it with Paige. 

“I think my dads gonna let me build a house soon,” 

You and Paige lying down on the blanket, talking about anything and everything while having a picnic. You had ridden down on the horses and had set up right next to the river. 

Paige was determined to become the ranch hand by the time she turned eighteen, but that was only because she got a whole house to herself if she did, and her father didn’t think that Paige living by herself was a good idea, so he told her that if she could play by the rules, live in the bunkhouse and behave herself that he would let her build herself a house. 

You hummed, “Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah, he’s been hinting at it lately, so I’ve been planning,” Her hand that was wrapped around your waist pulled you closer and her head fell into the crook of your neck. 

“I’m gonna build a big ol’ barn for my workshop,” Paige inhaled the smell of your perfume and smiled, then she placed a kiss on your neck, then she whispered, “What do you want?” 

You paused, “Me?” 

Paige’s head came up from your neck and she smiled shyly at you, “Yeah, you. What do you want?” 

You grinned and leaned up pushing Paige onto her back. You hovered over her, your hands on her chest and said, “I want a white house, with blue shutters. And a room at the back so I can see the mountains.” 

Paige nodded, her smile getting bigger, “Anything else?” 

You laughed, “Yes. I want a big ‘ol porch that wraps around the entire house. So we can drink tea and watch the sun go down.” 

Paige just stared at you. God, she was so in love. 

“I can do that.” She said, nodding. 

You leaned down, brushing your lips over hers, “You promise?” 

Paige connected your lips and brought you into a deep kiss, separating only to say, “I promise.” 

You didn’t talk about your impending college applications, or the possibility of you not being there. 

In that moment, in your small bubble, you were planning for a future that was already set. 

Life has a way of reminding you that you can’t have everything. 

You got your letters back from all schools you applied to, and you were dreading having to tell Paige. 

Telling Paige would mean coming to the realisation that you wouldn’t be together in the future, at least not physically. 

Unless…? 

You decided to just rip the bandaid off and tell Paige, so one night while Paige was over at your house, you brought up college. 

“Paige,” You said quietly.

Paige was laying her head on your stomach, her arms wrapped around your waist with the rest of her body stretched over your bed. One of your hands rested on her head, gently running your fingers through her hair, your other hand was rubbing her back. 

This was a normal position to find the two of you in. You knew Paige was working hard everyday at her ranch and every night when she came to see you the only thing she wanted was to feel you in her arms, with the added bonus of you either rubbing her back or raking your fingers through her hair. 

Paige was always so tense during the day, and only you were able to make her relax.

She hummed sleepily, the noise vibrating against your skin. 

“Paige,” You said again, this time louder and effectively getting her attention. 

She moved her head, now looking up at you and said, “Yeah, mama, what's up?” Her country accent was stronger when she was sleepy. You loved it. 

You looked into her eyes, her beautiful blue eyes, and you sighed, “I need to tell you something.” 

She sat up, now becoming serious, “What is it, baby?” 

You took a deep breath, “You know how I applied for all those colleges, and I was waiting to hear back?”  

She nodded, “Yeah, of course, it was all you talked about for weeks when you were panicking about what your college essay should be about.” The last part was said teasingly, and you blushed as you remembered it. 

“Well, I got in.” You said quietly, pausing to look at Paige to see her reaction. 

She grinned, “You serious? All of them?” 

You nodded, a smile coming onto your face as you noticed her grin growing. 

Paige shot off the bed, cheering and jumping around. You laughed as you watched her jump around your room, then she came back to the bed and grabbed your ankles, pulling you down to the bottom. Your legs wrapped around her waist and she picked you up, yelling, “My girl is so smart! Damn, baby!”

You laughed and Paige smiled softly, then she placed a kiss on your shoulder, then one on your neck, and one by your ear, pressing kisses softly into your skin until she got to your lips. 

She kissed you deeply, her hand coming up to land on the back of your head and you unwrapped your legs from her waist letting Paige place you down gently. 

“I'm so proud of you, darling,” She whispered into your lips, as she kissed you again. 

You smiled and leaned into the kiss, wrapping your arms around her head. 

Then it came time to tell her the real news. 

You separated from Paige and giggled, pushing her away and she chased your lips. 

“Wait,” You laughed softly, “I have something else to tell you,”

Paige hummed, “What else, mama?” 

You exhaled, “I'm not going,” Your voice was shaky, like you knew Paige wouldn't like what you had to say, and she definitely didn't. 

She pulled away from you, her hands hanging loosely by your hips like she couldn't be far from you even though she was shocked, “What? What are you talking ´bout, baby?” 

“I'm not going.” You said firmly, now having the confidence once you finally said it. 

Paige fully pulled away from you, “Why?” 

“Because I can’t,” You sighed 

“Yes, you can,” Paige frowned, “Is this about me?” She gestured to herself. 

Yes. I can't leave you, Paige. I love you. 

“No,” You stated, but your eyes shifted to the side, a tell tale sign that you were lying. 

You knew that Paige would beat herself up if she was the reason you were staying. She always believed you were meant to leave Montana, and be better. She thought you would be happier in the city, where every opportunity was at your fingertips, but you were happy with her. 

Paige scoffed, she noticed your eyes shift. She noticed everything about you. 

“Don’t lie to me.” 

“I'm not,” You said unconvincingly. 

“Yes, you are,” Her voice started getting louder. Now Paige had never and would never yell at you, but sometimes her voice raised just the slightest to let you know she wasn't playing around. 

“No, I'm not.” Your voice got louder right along with hers. 

Paige sighed, “Baby, you can't stay for me. You can't stay for your father either. You know as well as I do that he wouldn't want that.”

You scoffed, “Paige, I can do whatever I want,” 

“I know you can, baby, but I'm telling you, that if you stay, you will not be happy,”

Her voice was desperate, she needed you to understand what staying meant. 

“I'm happy right now, or I was until you started getting upset.” You reached out and grabbed Paige's hands and pulled her close, “I want this life…with you, Paige. I want to watch the sunrise on our porch. and horse rides. I want moving the cows to a different pasture. I want to watch the wranglers act stupid. I want late nights and back rubs. I want you. I just want you.” 

Paige teared up as she listened to you go on.

“I want that with you too, baby.” She whispered, then her forehead came to rest against yours and she whispered again, her voice breaking, “But, I can't do it.” 

You pulled away, “What?”

Paige sniffled, “I’m sorry, baby.”

Paige moved quickly, slipping her boots on, and grabbing her jacket all while you watched, standing frozen as she moved around. Paige reached for her hat then hesitated and left it sitting on your dresser. 

“What are you doing?” You whispered, finally finding the strength to say something. 

Paige's hand hovered above your doorknob and she had to take multiple deep breaths before she found the strength to turn around and look at you, “We're over.” 

Your breath was knocked right out of your chest. 

You stuttered as tears filled your eyes, “W–what do you mean?”

Paige's eyes turned cold, “If all that's keeping you here is me then we're over. I don't want to see you. I want you to leave.”

“P-Paige, w-wait, what are you talking about?” Your breath stuttered, and your hand shot out to the nearest piece of furniture to keep yourself stable. 

Then Paige turned downright cruel, “I  was hoping you would leave so that I wouldn't have to see you as much. You've always been clingy, I thought if you left I would finally have some space.”

You blinked and tears rushed down your face. You couldn't believe that Paige was saying this. Paige couldn't believe she was saying it either. If you looked closer you would see her hand tremble as she clutched the doorknob. 

Paige knew the only way you would leave is if you and her weren't together anymore, so she had to do the worst thing she's ever done, and break up with you. A choice she would come to regret later. 

Then your sadness turned to anger. You grabbed the closest thing to you, which happened to be a textbook for school, and you threw it. Not at Paige, never would you aim to harm her, but you did throw it in her general direction. 

“Get out,” You screamed. Then you grabbed another book and threw it again, “Get out!”

Paige didn't flinch at the books being thrown by her but she did flinch at the pure rage that filled your voice. 

She turned and opened the door and she was halfway out until she heard you again. 

“Paige.” 

Her head tilted slightly 

“I hate you.” You whispered. 

Paige slammed the door before you could see her shoulders shake as tears rushed down her face and the realisation of what she did hit her. 

She covered her mouth to quieten her sobs as she walked down the hallway in your house. 

She walked past your living room, not noticing the figure sitting in the rocking chair until they spoke, “You broke her heart.” 

Paige flinched, her heart beating fast until she realized it was just your father. 

She stumbled over her words, “U-uh, s-sir, I didn’t—”

Your father interrupted her, “My daughter was always meant for more, Paige. You know this. I know this. Hell, the whole damn town knows this.” 

Paige nodded in agreement but she didn't dare open her mouth. She just broke this man's only childs, only daughters, heart, and it didn't matter if she thought of him as another father, you were his baby. He would always defend you. Over anyone else. 

He continued on, “So even if this was the worst way to do it, if it gets her out of this damn town, then let it be. I love my daughter and I would love for her to stay beside me forever, but I've already kept one woman from her dreams, I can't keep this one too.” 

He gazed wistfully out of the window beside him. The moonlight shone through and your father sighed, “She's going to be heartbroken. She will probably never forgive you,” 

Paige looked down, fighting tears again. 

“But she will live a life worth living…and that is all a man wants for his daughter.” 

Sensing that the conversation was ending, Paige nodded towards the man and turned around, walking out of the door. 

A month later, which was a busy month for both you and Paige. Paige busied herself with avoiding you and stuck herself into working. You busied yourself with packing and saying your goodbyes. 

She didn't show up to your going away party and you didn't go look for her. Her family did show up and say goodbye but you just wanted the party to be over. 

You left the next day. And if you waited by the door for an extra hour then that was no one's business but your own. 

5 hours later you had touched down in Massachusetts. 

Harvard University for medical school in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Thirty-four hours away from Montana. Thirty-four hours away from Paige. 

Paige would regret not leaving earlier or moving faster, and you would regret not waiting longer. But you didn't know that.