#wncaa

"yeah she's right there," nodding in your direction, olivia smirks at courtney.

"and how the fuck's she here?"

shrugging, olivia just gets into position, still lowkey staring. "she's still hot though,"

"damn right, how'd you bag her?"

by now, the ball is in motion, and the women are running down the court together.

"i mean, it definitely wasn't hard,"

"she easy?"

snorting, olivia nods.

spotting the ball, olivia side steps, jabbing her shoulder and knocking down jessica sheppard.

"jesus, fuck that was brutal," you mumble under your breath, knowing exactly what paige is about to do.

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the first quarter had barely ended before everyone in the arena realized something was going on.

sitting courtside in the family section, your legs bounce nervously as you watch the game unfold. you've been to enough w games to know what competitive trash talk looked like and this definitely wasn't it.

every possession and remark between Paige and Olivia felt personal and brutal.

it's been almost a year since you and Olivia had broken up and it hadn't ended badly- not really- but it hadn't ended cleanly either. there were too many lingering feelings, too many loose ends, and way too many people assuming the two of you would eventually find your way back to each other. stupid twitter.

but then paige happened and she definitely wasn't supposed to happen.

everyone knows and everyone also knows olivia used to date you.

which makes tonight complicated.

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midway through the second quarter, paige steals the ball, sprinting down the floor as olivia catches up with her, just enough to contest a layup.

their bodies collide as the whistles blow.

"you good?" olivia asks, though the smirk on her face suggests she already knows the answer.

but instead of giving the reaction olivia wants, paige just rolls the ball back to the ref. "i'm great."

olivia's eyes drift past paige and towards you.

"you still sitting courtside?" she said loud enough for just you and paige to hear. "guess some people really do move on fast." she says the last part with a snarky tone in her voice as she just shakes her head.

the crowd couldn't hear it, but again, paige definitely could.

"what'd you say?" her head snaps back as she begins stalking towards liv who just shrugs innocently.

"nothing."

"no." paige steps. "say it again."

"you heard me."

walking over, the ref attempts to calm them down."let's go, ladies-"

olivia just smiles.

"i'm just saying," she continues. "funny seeing someone cheering for a different jersey now."

now it's paige's turn to laugh. just once, though, and not because it was funny. oh hell no, definitely not that. but, because she couldn't believe the audacity.

"you talking about my girlfriend?"

the word girlfriend echoes louder than the arena speakers as your stomach flips and olivia's expression hardens.

"i'm talking about whoever wants to listen."

"you mean the girl you dumped?"

olivia takes another step, her eyebrows scrunching up as she looks at paige accusingly. "i didn't dump her,"

"no?" your girlfriend tilts her head. "could've fooled me."

players from both teams immediately started moving closer, sensing the obvious tension.

blowing the whistle again, the ref begins stalking over. "enough!"

but neither of them listens.

"you think you're special?" olivia asks tauntingly.

"i know i am."

scoffing, lliv just shakes her head. "you've been around for five like minutes."

"and somehow she still smiles more with me than you."

clenching her jaw, olivia's hands curl into fists. "you don't know anything,"

"i know she doesn't cry every night anymore"

there's silence on olivia's end because it's true. your relationship with liv had been filled with uncertainty, your relationship with paige however- it felt easy.

"whatever helps you sleep."

smiling, paige raises her eyebrows. "her next to me usually does,"

"oh my god," a player mutters.

and it begins. stepping forward, olivia shoves paige's shoulder, not hard, but enough. enough that paige, obviously, shoves back.

immediately, every player on the floor rushed between them.

"HEY!"

"BACK UP!"

"PAIGE!"

"LIV!"

"CALM DOWN GUYS!"

with the arena erupting, you were already standing before you even realized it.

heart pounding against your ribs as coaches and teammates dragged them apart, you watch as paige never takes her eyes off olivia and your ex girlfriend never looking away either.

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the game ends nearly an hour later with the media already exploding over clips of the confrontation.

waiting outside of paige's locker room, you finally spot her emerging, still sweaty with her backpack slung over a shoulder.

her gaze is hard and focused, but as soon as she sees you, everything about her softens. "i'm sorry, baby."

blinking, you're honestly shocked. "what?"

"i shouldn't have lost my cool."

stepping closer, you place your hands on her chest, heat radiating off of her. "you were defending me."

"i still shouldn't have."

reaching up, you fix a loose strand of her hair. "do you know why I fell in love with you?"

smiling, she smirks a bit. "because I'm ridiculously attractive?"

"that helps." you laugh, shrugging.

"what else?"

"you always make me feel chosen."

smile disappearing, it's replaced with something gentler. "and i'll choose you every time."

wrapping your arms around her waist, you nod as she buries her face against your hair. "i know."

pulling away, she makes sure to make eye contact with you, clarifying the situation. "i'm not threatened by olivia, if you think i am,"

"i know,"

"i just-" she sighs, she pulls you back in.

"i hated hearing her act like you were an object and not a person."

retaliating her last move, you pull her away just enough to look her in her pale blue eyes.

"i'm not anyone's ex before I'm your girlfriend."

your girlfriend nods slowly.

"i know that."

"and i definitely don't want her,"

"i know,"

"so you don't need to fight old battles for me,"

smiling sheepishly, she laughs. "can i fight new ones?"

punchig her lightly, you giggle. "no."

"what if she starts it?"

"still no."

"what if-"

"just don't, paige,"

dramatically, she groans, whining."you're no fun."

"You shoved an All-Star on national television."

"Allegedly."

"You literally did."

"There's no proof."

You pulled out your phone.

The clip already had over three million views.

She stared at it.

"...okay."

giving her a pointed look, you raise your eyebrow.

"so there might be a little proof," you can't help but laughing as she shrugs, guiltily, flashing her signature smile at you.

leaning down, she presses a soft kiss to your forehead. "still worth it, though."

"you're impossible," rolling your eyes, you reluctantly take her hand.

"can we just go?"

"where are we going?"

headcannon 1

oh this girl is so clingy, like she needs to be with you at all times, if not, she's spamming you

✶ i feel like she would totally send random late night texts after games even though she knows your sleeping (you love to go to bed early). she would be like "just dropped 30 but u still haven't answered me". also she would definitely send a million voice notes all the time like narrating every second. if you leave her on delivered she'll send a bunch of question marks or "rude" or "thought we had something."

✶ she is always stealing your things. obviously she can't fit in any of your clothes (because you're way smaller), so she takes little things like hair ties that smell like you, or your waterbottle. just little things that remind her of you

✶ her hands are all over you in public, like constantly. if you're in a crowded space, her hands are on the small of your back, guiding you through people, or wrapped protectively around you. at dinner or in the car, her hands resting on your thigh

✶ when you go places, like events possibly, and you're forced to separate slightly, like maybe you have to talk to different people, she always makes sure to know where you are

headcannon 2

she is a giant softy, like she has the softest spot for you

✶ during games, she always looks for you in the crowd. when she spots you, she makes sure to point you out to her teammates and wave to you in between plays

✶ she loves to drag you to the gym and play basketball with you, knowing that she'll definitely win

✶ after tough losses, she immediately finds you on the sidelines, ignoring reporters and going past begging fans. her huge arms wrap around your neck as yours twist around her waist, and she just buries her face into your neck. she takes losses very hard, like very hard. she feels as though they're her fault and you're her comfort system, so of course, she goes to you

✶ she loves it when you play with her hair. when you're watching movies together, she'll sit on the couch in front of you and practically beg you to braid hr hair or something

✶ she falls asleep on you like constantly, when watching movies on the couch, curled up in bed. but like when i say falling asleep on you, i mean on you. like this girl's fully on you.

headcannon 3

smuttttty hcs

✶ i feel like she loves talking you through it, but she also loves praise. like she likes being told that she's doing a good job and stuff

✶ she is a major munch. like ohmyfuckinggod major munch. this girl practically begs to eat you, like all the time

✶ i feel like she's sort of a secret freak, but not. like maybe at dinner, her hand rides up your thigh and like slips into your dress or something. or like while you're out, she whispers insane things in your ear and makes you continue to be at the party

✶ she would absolutely let your kids paint her nails. she walks around with neon pink sparkles on her hands and doesn't care one bit. in fact, she would totally like show them off in interviews and be like "my daughter painted these,"

✶ she's the braid expert in your house so of course your daughter requests mama to braid her hair every morning

✶ paige would definitely be the one sneaking the kids dessert. she would whisper in their ear, giggling. "don't tell mommy" and then minutes later they tell on you

✶ family movie nights always end up with a sleeping paige and a baby sleeping on her. usually one kid on her chest and the other snuggled against her side

✶ before having kids she would be super calm in emergencies or if someone gets hurt, but after, she's totally the helicopter parent in these situations. like she's super duper worried and freaking out over the smallest things

✶ she keeps polaroids and toys to both remind her of her kids and for emergency meltdowns

Splayed out on Bella's bed, she rests her chin on your shoulder, practically lying on top of you while she props the camera up with one hand, holding it so both of you are in view. Lives with Bella are insane, as most anything to do with her (in a good way), but today, you decided to keep it more casual, even with the chat going crazy.

"Yeah, we're dating," She mumbles, answering one of their questions. Comments are rolling by faster than you can even read, but she manages to pick out a few. "No, we don't live together."

You give her a look, scrunching your eyebrows together. "We basically do, though."

She smiles, looking up at you. "You basically live with me,"

"Exactly, so together,"

user983: bella that's still together bro

user102: u transfering???

user031: hey! can you say hi to chloe for me??

Moving your hand, you rub her back, gently stroking while she continues to lie on you.

"Yes, she smells most of the time,"

Pulling your hand back, you softly slap her head, a glare thrown in her direction.

"Hey!-"

"That wasn't even a question!"

She rubs the top of her head before scrolling back through the comments. "No, it was, I swear,"

Rolling your eyes, you just shake your head, smiling. "Sure,"

"Yes, I'm a munch,"

You're absolutely dumbfounded at her remark, and you look towards her with an open mouth. "Bella. This is TMI. You're sharing all our secrets, bro."

"Wait, Bella, look at y/n's story, you're sure we shouldn't have invited her?" One of Bella's teammates asks from across the dining room table.

Absentmindedly, Bella pulls out her phone, shrugging as she shoves a bite of food onto her fork while she continues chewing. "Yeah, no, she said she wanted to be alone tonight," Team dinners are typically like this, pretty laid back with the girls seated around a table, chatting and laughing together.

"Well, she's definitely not at home."

Taking another bite, your girlfriend opens Snapchat first, finding only old stories, and then switches to Instagram, where, sure enough, you posted a story.

yourstory

Immediately, Bella swipes up.

bellahines.3 i thought you were supposed to be at home tf?????

yourusername no i'm home

yourusername all cozy in ur bed 😋

yourstory

Bella's face turns red as another story pops up.

"Bathroom." She blurts, noisily pushing out her chair as she scrambles to get alone.

bellahines.3 shut the fuck up bro

bellahines.3 is this public??

yourusername 🤷‍♀️

bellahines.3 are you NAKED in my bed??

yourusername 🤷‍♀️

bellahines.3 ugh i hate you.

yourstory

bellahines.3 fine, you win

bellahines.3 im coming home

yourusername yayyyy

yourusername also ur the only one on the story

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"Bruh, if you're not on that fucking bed!" Bella calls as she kicks her shoes off at the front door.

She follows the trail of giggles to her room, stopping in the doorway to admire you sprawled across the bedroom, a small towel covering just enough of your body so you're not exposed, but little enough for it to be scandalous.

She looks absolutely delicious, staring at you, her eyes darkening as her gaze falls down between her curls. Her eyes rake across your body as she takes it all in.

"You're such a tease," She laughs, smirking as she makes her way to the bed, dragging a hand softly up your exposed thigh.

"And you're easy,"

"Oh, I'm easy?" She points to herself, raising an eyebrow as she smiles.

"And hot," You shrug. "But yeah."

"Bro, what am I supposed to do when you're posting yourself half naked on your Instagram story?"

"It wasn't public," You look up at her innocently, batting your eyelashes.

"I thought it was," "Relax, no one else is seeing that but you." "They're better."

Reaching up, you brush her curls away, leaving you with just enough room to press a kiss to her lips. "You're so pretty,"

Smiling, you and Caitlin hold up the championship award between the two of you, posing for a picture together. This lasts for a couple of minutes, with multiple photographers wanting to get a couple of shots for their media company, making it not go by quickly at all.

But, honestly, you're fine with this; it gives you a couple of minutes to catch up with your wife without your baby grasping onto one of you.

Caity, however, does not find this amusing at all. In between shots, her face drops as she scans the crowd for your son, her eyebrows scrunching together as she locates him in yet another person's arms. As long as he's safe. Your wife thinks the opposite of this.

It's your baby's first game in person, and it's safe to say, Caitlin has been far more protective than she has been at home. Sure, she baby-proofed practically the whole house, but you've never seen her like this.

After more than a couple of minutes have gone by, you feel her get antsy beside you. Waving her arms in front of a couple of photographers, she stops the pictures, pointing you in the direction of your son.

"Can you please just get him? We don't know those people," She whispers in your ear, her giant hands splayed across your back.

Nodding, you flash a smile back at her, knowing how worked up she is right now.

Walking across the court, you quickly bypass security, reaching your son before your wife can even start pictures again.

"Hi!" You coo, taking him from the arms of a WAG, smiling gratefully and thanking her as you pull him in. "Did you love auntie Cori?"

Your son just babbles nonsensically, smiling with his hands in his mouth as he leans into you. "You did! Didn't you?"

You press a kiss to his forehead before looking around, trying to find your way back through the crowd that's now forming in search of Caitlin.

Barely able to turn around, your shoulder bumps into an older man next to you.

"Oh my gosh, I'm sorr-"

"Well, who is this?" He coos, smiling as he reaches a hand out to grab your son's.

"Can you say your name, baby?"

Obviously, your son doesn't say anything back; he just looks up at you, giggling and gurgling as the man tickles his little belly. Okay, this is honestly a bit weird for someone you just met. But you have no way out other than through him.

"You on the team, young lady?"

"Oh, definitely not," You laugh, throwing your head back like it's the joke of the century. And honestly, it might be if you hadn't quit basketball in eighth grade.

masterlist || wattpad || tiktok

headcannon 1

getting caught on live being in the same bed

✶ lying in bella's bed, her arms are wrapped around you as you scroll through tiktok. the faint sounds of grace talking leaks through the walls, but both of you choose to ignore it, assuming that she's just doing something stupid with z.

most of your day has been spent together, you slept over at bella's dorm last night, so you went out to eat together that morning, running a couple of errands and just hanging out with her after. it's been a relatively chill day, no practice for your girlfriend, no classes for you. it's nice to have alone time together, and it's especially nice to be wrapped up in her arms.

her sweet scent engulfs your scences, every couple of minutes you deeply inhale it, almost getting giddy at the smell. it's stupid, you know, but you love loving on your girlfriend and things like this still make you flustered even months after being together.

but months after being together, you still haven't really shared it with anyone besides some of your close friends, grace and z included. it was a mutual decision, mainly because it would be too much with march madness going on and having to wrap up finals and everything. but honestly, it's better this-

the door bangs open with grace walking in backward, barely paying attention to the position both of you are in. "okay, chat say hi to bella and y/n!!"

immeditely, bella jumps away, screaming grace's name. "oh my god, get out!"

turning around now, grace looks between the two of you, realizing how close you were. but being grace, she says the stupidest possible thing. "were you two fuckin' or something?"

bella literally smacks her forehead, closing her eyes as she shakes her head. "i'm gonna kill you sometime,"

smiling, you just grab grace's phone from her, holding it up to show you and bella. you get a little closer to her, slinging your arm around her shoulders as you press your faces together. "surprise!"

headcannon 2

bella, drunkenly, posts a pic of you two at the club being a little too close (this one's gonna be a little more headcannony and less oneshotty)

✶ for the actual insta photo, i'm picturing like the first and second one mixed together for like the vibes, but like intimacy

and proximity... or the third one just plain, but it seems not so drunk to me, more like a sober picture, but they're definitely close

✶ well first of all, the comments go crazy. like people are freaking out about their relationship, or like hypothesizing on it

“this is why we take her phone away at the club btw” “oh so we’re HARD launching like this???” “practice gonna be real interesting tomorrow” “not y’all forgetting instagram is public” “this explains a LOT actually” “they’re literally kissing be serious” “i feel like i’m intruding omg” “hard launch at the club is insane work 😭” "this gon be gone in 10 minutes just watch"

people are just highkey assuming the relationship atp, like this is the final piece to confirm it almost.

✶ when you actually wake up and realize bella posted, you don't insanely freak out like you thought you would. honestly, you have fun scrolling through the comments