#tada

TA-DA!!!

I hope this wholesome moment was worth the wait! The entirety of it was inspired by @kyri45's ShadowPeach Bio-Parents AU! Nearly a hundred layers later this wonderful SpicyNoodle moment is done!

Brought a new dress ⋆. 𐙚

How bout a little mistletoe kiss

Whatever fuck up the duffers do, we can pretend it never happened and fix it.

chap2 : wager

chap1 here!

frat!old money!paige bueckers x reader AU

˳ ⋅ ⊹ wc: 3k

˚ ⋅ ⊹ cw: swearing, golden retriever x black cat dynamic, kissingggg, daddy issues ( lmk if i miss something. )

˚ ⋅ ⊹(a/n): gonna try to bring the next chapter out quicker since this isn’t as long ty for waiting! :*

YOUR heart is in your throat at the scene. Paige in a stare down with her dad. Guessing from the silence, and thick tension, she was not backing down. Her minions watched in silence by the entrance, even the living room discussion fell quiet, listening in.

“Well don’t be rude, introduce us.” His crossed arms don’t fall, blue gaze averting to you. Paige halfway, pivots in your direction, looking for signs of discomfort that her dad was shamelessly trying to make wash over you. It was working. This was Paige’s ‘punishment’ you supposed. Embarrass you, and shame her. You blink back and forth from the group, to the floor, the only safe space from wealthy eyes at the moment.

“(Y/N). This is my annoying father. Bob,” Paige throws on an obviously exaggerated smile, almost talking through gritted teeth. She turns back to him. “Father, (Y/N), and we were just le-“

“No, please stay. I’d like to hear all about you.” Bob’s mouth is curled up in the corner, even though he obviously wasn’t amazed by you. The scan over your clothes, told you that. Paige’s friends are eager to chip into the conversation, as the tiny brunette speaks up, leaning against the tiled wall.

“Their story is soo, cute Mr. Bueckers,” All 32 of her white teeth are on display, in a Lululemon set, and shoes that look fresh out the box. An awful comparison to you. You start to wonder why you came, half debating sprinting back out the side of the house, and down the street without your shoes. You chew the inside of your cheek relentlessly. Sweat builds in your palm as she continues. “She was super drunk at the bar across town, and Paige went up to her to buy her another drink.”

Your mouth gapes in disbelief. She was blatantly lying, yet you choked on the truth. There was no point of saying anything, Mr. Bueckers wouldn’t believe you. Paige’s head flies in the direction of her, then back to you with a fire in her eyes, nothing but anger and irritation in her voice.

“Oh shut up, Kassie,” She spits out the girls name like it was poison, voice bouncing off the cold floor and walls. Kassie’s face scrunches in hurt, then hatred at you. You’re staring at her mug so hard, you jump when Paige grabs you and pull close. “She had one fucking dri-“

“Watch your mouth,” Bob’s voice is serious now. Pointing at Paige, as a warning. Your hand is getting gripped so tight, you think the blonde might snap it. Her mouth is pressed in a line, with words readily behind it. You were sure they weren’t good. “A bar across town, huh? When did you start hanging out there?” His arms are back folded. Your face is hot, as Paiges holds you captive, wrapping around your waist possessively.

“I’m a grown woman. I can go wherever I want,” She snaps back, Bob lets out a dry laugh shaking his head at her arrogance. “and any of you idiots had issues with it, you could’ve walked home.” She points to the three. The short guy with the mullet rolls his eyes.

“You ditched us for her.” He complains.

“And you were our driver.” The skinny one, a bit taller than Paige, chimes in, to finish the painting of you two as delinquents. They bicker amongst each other, agreeing. Bob’s face is growing red, he keeps his voice collected.

“I see, so are you often drunk at shady bars, (Y/N)?” His head tilts to the side, looking to you for an answer. This sets Paige off. She slams the seltzer cans that she got from the fridge for you both onto the white marble.

“Holy shit, we are out of here.” She almost growls, about to storm off, with you still under her grip. You hold your hand up, and it stops her. Paiges brows stitch together confused, holding her tongue, and letting you speak.

“I-I don’t really..” Nervous laughter sputters out of you as you try to find the words. Not wanting to correct him, or sound too defensive. “I had a long day at work and wanted a drink, that’s all. I wasn’t drunk, I drove myself home.” You push your shoulders back, finally regaining your grip. As you say you weren’t drunk, your eyes cut to Kassie. You can tell, even under the Botox that she was surprised you spoke up. Angry. Paige gives you a tiny grip as reassurance. It makes you even more sure.

Bob strokes his chin, listening thoughtfully. To your relief, he isn’t looking at you like a liar, ruining his child. He looks curious instead. He leans against the counter.

“Kassie, why don’t you and the boys meet with your fathers in the living room,” Bob waves them off, studying you, and his daughter clinging closely. “We’ll join you in a moment.” Kassie scoffs, and storms out, while the two follow behind her snickering. You finally can exhale a bit, as some hostility leaves the room.

“Where do you work?” He asks. You tell him the name of the restaurant and he lights up, a genuine smile from anyone other than Paige comes up, and you realize how similar they look.

“I love that place,” He’s less intimidating now. Paige lets out a tiny laugh in your ear, and a smile tugs on your lips remembering her saying he did. “Are you in school?” Bob goes on.

“I was,” You admit, with a slight sigh. “Taking a small gap year to..take some time off. So I can focus more when I get back.” Bob’s wrinkled eyes squint suspiciously at the mention of the gap year. You hold off telling him you’re attending the same college he’s an alumni for. And you’re hoping Paige doesn’t bring it up.

“Nothing wrong with that,” Says Bob, with a shrug. “As long as you don’t get too relaxed, right?” You nod in agreement. If only he knew, you were far from relaxed. You’re restless. Paige quickly gives you an odd look.

“Enough, dad, really..” Paige groans, starting to walk with you on the opposite side of the island, towards the steps that rotated up the length of the house.

“You’ll be joining us for dinner, Paige? You too (Y/N)?” He turns to you both, eyes studying his daughter with a squint of annoyance. “The chef will be here to start any minute. If you’re going to lead one day, you have to-“

“Yeah, yeah. Network. Whatever, I’ll be down.” She cuts him off, storming up the stairs. Eager to get away, Paige is halfway up already, disappearing behind a corner. You take one last glance at Bob, rubbing stress from the middle of his forehead, expensive button up sleeves rolled to his elbows. When you turn your head, to ensure you don’t miss a step, he calls to you.

“(Y/N),” You twist halfway around, listening for Paige to notice you’re not behind her anymore. His temporary warmth has left again, he’s all business. You think for a moment Paige looking that way. She’d hardly be able to hold it without that goofy smirk. Maybe that’s why Bob was agitated, leaning against his expensive marble cut countertop. “Don’t distract my daughter.”

“Yes sir..” Muffles out of your lips, as you think about what you’ve walked into. You stand there until Bob tilts his head, and dismisses you as well. You wondered why you did it. Respect? When you reach the top of the steps, and Paige is waiting for you, still running off defiance, based off the tension in her features.

“What the hell did he say to you?” It’s a low hiss out of her, as she trails you to her room. You would’ve been able to find it on your own. It’s the only door that isn’t a soulless eggshell white. There’s posters of WNBA players, and a metal ‘KEEPOUT’ sign nailed to the center.

“Nothing...” You shrug it off, walking into her room that smelled of woodsy candles and perfumes, she closes you both in with the scents. Clothes on the floor that were too expensive to be there, more basketball paraphernalia scattered on her navy blue walls, posters of girls from sports illustrated, and a toy hoop hangs on the back of the door. Your eyes can’t stay on one thing too long. From the 77 inch TV mounted, to the unmade king sized bed.

You notice your shoes and Paige’s from earlier, neatly placed by a closed walk in closet. About to ask how they got there, you pivot towards her. She’s face down into the white duvet screaming at the top of her lungs. The cover is so cushiony it absorbs it all. Rolling your eyes, you plop down next to her.

“Don’t tell me I walked into daddy issues.” You tease, rubbing Paige’s back, awkwardly. Comforting people wasn’t always easy for you, yet, this seems to do the trick for the girl. She wraps around your waist, pressing her face against your side.

“I don’t have any issues. He is the one with the issues.” She grits. Your fingers are now intertwined in her strands, it feels natural and right, you think.

“Tell me about it, princess.”

“Don’t call me that,” She warns, but you hear her grin. “Seriously, dude, I hate all this college shit..I can’t wait until he just hands me this stupid company and goes away…”

“Hm, frat doesn’t end there, though,” You hum, staring at a random poster your eyes barely put together. You’re thinking about what Bob asked of you. Then you think of Kassie, hooking arms with Paige nights ago. You weren’t good enough to distract his daughter, is what he meant. He had just been nice about it. “You see your dad and his brothers…”

“Yeah, thanks for reminding me. I’ll be letting Barbie, dumb, and dumber ride off my coattails forever. Go Lions, and all that.” She throws up a sarcastic fist. You both chuckle.

“But, you work so hard to be in a frat, right? The hazing and stuff?” You look down at her, head now resting in your bare lap, still tangled in her hair. Paige can barely breath from how hard she starts wheezing.

“You think that guy let me get hazed? I told you. It’s what Bob wants..” She heaves herself up, you let her, thighs oddly cold without her. Watching Paige grab a palm sized plastic basketball, off a desk with a glowing gaming computer, and three monitors, displaying the same screen. She shoots it into the hoop on her door and makes it, but her shoulders slump in disappointment.

Staring at her, she reminds you of a kid playing alone at recess. Thinking of something consoling to say she brings you out of your mind, now standing over, you on the edge of her bed, that would make anyone feel small.

“Why didn’t you tell my dad about your…problem? You know how many strings he could’ve pulled for you?” Hands are on her hips, one brow drawn upwards. You look up shaking your head at her like it was a no-brainer.

“Why? So I can be a charity case for him to show off at some event of yours?” You scoff, looking out the only window with the curtains pulled back, seeing over the lake. Paige’s thumb caresses your cheek. It’s oddly even more intimate this time. No instinct to coil back. You wonder if she can feel the blood in your cheeks under her thumb.

“You are not a charity case, you’re on a cute girl scholarship.” She has that smugness pulling at her mouth again that makes you have to look away, to hold your firmness. You push back instead of getting defensive.

“Yeah, I’m sure they all think that.”

“End of story, I’m helping you. And we’ll be roommates this fall.” She sighs dreamily. Your features twist like Paige has lost it, but you’re holding back a smile imagining sharing space with her.

“That’s what I mean, you are just like your dad.” You want to slap your hand over your own mouth. Paige drops her warmth from your face, biting her bottom lip. She turns and slowly bends over. Fearing you overstepped you start to stammer out a ‘sorry’. Paige comes back up from the floor with the plastic ball, and your expression drops.

“Yup, super bossy. Now play me, best out of three.” She tosses the ball to you, and both your hands barely catch it. “If I win, I want a kiss.” Another dumb wink.

“Well, that’s not fair, you probably do this all day. Just say you want to kiss me..” You blow air from your mouth, Paige snickers.

“I don’t always make it.” She blushes. “Come on, stand right here.” Like usual, Paige doesn’t wait, she grabs you up and lines you next to her.

Embarrassed when you go to shoot, Paige rushes to adjust your form, and you let her. You take a deep breath, and concentrate, even though you don’t necessarily want to win. You weren’t going down without a fight

Shoot.

Miss.

Paige sucks in her breath, like it pained her to watch, collecting the ball from across the room, and returning beside you. You elbow her. You jokingly tell her to shut up, bumping shoulders playfully.

Even the shoving doesn’t stop Paige from scoring. It was to a bad start. You’re starting to get nervous about the thought of her lips, that’d been calling to you for hours, on yours.

You’re still thinking about the probable taste of her chapstick when it’s time for you to shoot again, and you miss.

“Ugh.” Arms drooping at your sides, ready to give up.

“So you forfeit?” Paige kiddingly gasps, as she gathers the toy again. You’re sitting on her bed yet again, this time laying back, letting it cradle you. It’s almost as if you’re sinking in.

“I mean…Unless you can’t make these two shots?” You roll over to your side to watch her. Paige steps back into position and makes another one, within seconds. You lay again, with your point proven.

The kiss, you thought, was a joke. Paige Bueckers thought it was more than serious. Within seconds of you accepting defeat shes leaning over you, soaking in the feel of you under her fingers. Like she wasn’t wrapped. around your frame earlier, lingering this time. Then her stare meets yours, neither breathing, unable to miss a minute from each other’s eyes.

“Can I..?” For a moment, the nervousness she had at the crummy lounge when you first met is back. Feeling out of air, even though you’ve barely moved, you’re still holding it when you nod and push out a hushed ‘yes’.

Paige is more than happy to indulge. Her mouth is desperate to explore your own, on impact. Like she’s been hungry, starving. Your heads move with each other, Paige relaxes slightly on-top if you. Gripping her back while she digs into your thighs, tongue exploring you for a taste.

There’s a soft wet sound followed, when she pulls away, to move pecks down your jaw. You were wishing Paige betted for more. Still holding her, not sure how you were going to close the door you just opened. You determined her chapstick was cherry flavored.

“You said a kiss..” You tease her.

“These aren’t kisses.” She protests

“They totally are.” You exhale, with a giggle. She’s grinning against your neck now.

“You want me to stop..?” You don’t reply, lolling your head to the side, giving her better access, as an answer instead.

“Cool.” She mumbles, continuing her work.

Her doorknob twists, and the lock stops it from fully turning. Paige lifts her head up, nostrils slightly flared, mouth firm, listening try at the knob. A rap against the metal sign posted outside it comes instead.

“Paige, babe, your dad wants you and your guest downstairs. Now.” It’s Kassie. Even through the thick door you can hear how pissed she is that the it’s locked.

You hate how you feel like you won some sort of secret game, looking back at Paige, from the door, with a hazy smile. She’s staring down at you unamused with the interruption, studying where she embraced you. Another knock.

“She’s not gonna leave until I come out..” Paige’s thumb and index finger pinch her bridge. “I understand if you want to stay in here, I can take you home after?” She gives you an apologetic pout.

“Don’t be stupid, I’m coming with you.” You cup her cheek. The waft of something savory is coming through the vents. “Smells good anyways.” Paige laughs, her face still looking apprehensive about the whole thing.

“Okay, come on, let’s get it over with.” She grunts, getting up, pulling you to your feet after like you hold no weight at all.

“After, you, Princess..” You hold out your elbow for her to loop into. Expecting her to get flustered again, you are instead when she takes your invitation, and kisses you on the top of your hair.

“I’m sorry about this..I know it’s a lot, hopefully you aren’t-“

“Shh..” She actually stops talking this time, running her free fingers through her curls. “Besides, I’m more entertained than scared.”

“Fair point.”

A small impatient fist is banging against the entrance again. You and Paige stare straight into each other.

“Yeah, let’s get our shoes this time.”