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paige bueckers x fem!reader hcs !

warning(s): none ! (sfw)

she's so attentive like you can obviously tell during her interviews so she loves listening to you what you have to say. it doesn't even have to be a serious or heavy conversation. you could be talking about the weather and she'd be so tuned in like she's in love fr

date nights are mostly chill and cozy vibes. like you'll have movie nights or go to the beach if it's nice out. sometimes you'll stay in an do karaoke cause paige swears up and down that she can sing like sza. but then again paige loves spending quality time with you so she considers everything you do together a date

she'll point to you and say "this is for you" before she shoots the ball (she makes it of course) and then smooch at you

has a playlist dedicated just for you on her public apple music account with songs that remind her of you. it's mostly rnb vibes and "love" by keysha cole is the first song on there

calls you "princess"

like i said before she's big on physical touch so she likes to give back hugs and shoulder kisses

also clingy as hell... if she's had a busy day with school and/or practice and hasn't seen you in a while, prepare to be suffocated by her the second she she's you

paige always thinks she's right so you two are always arguing (nothing too serious just dumb stuff mostly)

"you did not just say drake's best album is 'thank me later'..."

if the argument is serious and she's mad at you or vice versa, it literally never lasts more than five minutes because she hates not seeing you happy. she'll even admit she's wrong

she'll wrap her long arms around you as you face the opposite direction with your arms crossed and a frown on your face. she bends down to place a kiss on the side of your face before her head falls into the crook of your neck. "i'm sorry..."

damn near forces you to play fortnite with her and hypes you up every time you get a kill. she'll be so proud of you too with a stupid smile on her face as she watches you play

all her tiktok drafts are full of those cheesy ass slideshows about your relationship but she makes sure to post the 'what's up riri/what's up rocky' one publicly for everyone to see how cute yall are

she's definitely not one of those people who controls what their s/o wears so if you want to wear something revealing, she'll be all for it

very protective but not to the point where it's consuming or overwhelming. like if you're walking on the sidewalk she'll always make sure she's on the side closest to the street

when it comes to gifts she loves to do the most. like she already loves spoiling you so if it's christmas or valentines day she'll be stressing about making sure your gift is perfect. she's lowkey a romantic too so she'll get you the traditional red roses and scatter rose petals along the floor in your bedroom, and then gets red faced when you tease her about how 'corny' it is (you love it tho)

on the more sensitive side she lets her guard down around you. if she's upset about anything she'll vent to you or cry it out as you rub her back and wipe her tears

calls you her "wife" especially when referring to you while talking to other people like yall are so locked in

pls lemme know if you want more or send some requests thru my asks lmao

#paige bueckers #uconn wbb #uconn women’s basketball #paige bueckers x reader #x reader #wbb #college basketball

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pb524830 · 3 months

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anyone else

part: 1 pairing: paige buckers x oc word count: 3k c/w: language a/n: hi guys! i've been meaning to write for paige and other wcbb players for quite a while, so here you go! this is going to be a pretty long slow-burn series, so be prepared for a torturous enemies to lovers arc. so excited to share this with you guys!

NOVEMBER 2021

The apartment is loud and crowded, music blasting so loud and bass thumping so intensely I can barely hear myself speak. Someone - I forget whose apartment it is - has set up cheap strobe lights that spill across the room and blind me every few seconds. I struggle to make my way over to Azzi Fudd, one of the freshmen who plays basketball here at UConn. We had met at the beginning of the year, when she had gotten stuck in my upper division government class before quickly getting switched out. We’d become fast friends over a love of Nutella and dogs, as well as being student-athletes, and we hang out whenever both our practice schedules allow for it.

That being said, she’s dragged me to a pregame at one of the men’s basketball player’s apartments. Initially, I told her no, but she pleaded and begged until I had no choice but to say yes. I emerge from the crowd with a huff, grabbing the drink in Azzi’s outstretched hand. “Vodka cran?” She asks. I smile and nod, taking it from her gratefully. I take a sip and grimace, spluttering. She grins sheepishly. “Sorry, more like just vodka.” I raise an eyebrow at her, taking another sip gingerly. “You tryna get me fucked up, Fudd?” I demand. She shrugs. “I’m thinking if I get you fucked up enough, you might actually come out with us.” I laugh. “Nice try. You know I have to study.”

Azzi rolls her eyes. “You’re always studying. Or you’re at volleyball practice. I never see you anymore,” she pouts. “Well, if you had stayed in that gov class…” She pushes me ever so slightly and I laugh, taking another swig of my heavily alcoholic drink. My laughter dies down when a familiar blonde-haired figure slings her arm around Azzi’s shoulders. “Avantika,” Paige nods curtly. I smile, a tight-lipped smile that barely passes as one. Azzi clears her throat. “Hi, Paige,” she greets her friend, looping an arm around her waist. “You need something?” Paige’s blue eyes are trained on me, slightly narrowed, and I cross my arms over my body defensively. Paige shakes her head, looking down at her friend. “Nah, just grabbing a drink.” Azzi perks up. “Dirty Shirley? I’ll make it for you!” I blink. “Az, respectfully, this is ass. I don’t know if you should be making drinks,” I tease, holding up my cup. She sticks her tongue out at me and turns to make Paige her drink.

“What is that?” Paige asks, grabbing my cup from me. I protest, grabbing for it, but she holds it above her head. I’m a good 8 inches shorter than her, and it effectively keeps it out of my reach.

“Problem?” She asks smugly.

“Dude, just give it back,” I gripe.

“Come get it,” she smirks down at me. “You’re such an asshole,” I spit, watching as she takes a swig of the drink and pulls a face. “Yeah, exactly,” I say as she hands it back to me, scoffing.

“Paige, quit antagonizing Ava,” Azzi chides, handing her a drink. Paige makes a face at her. “Azzi, don’t use big words just to sound smart.” Azzi shoots her a look and I roll my eyes. “There’s no way you think ‘antagonizing’ is a big word,” I snark.

“Why do you have to be such a smartass all the time?” Paige sneers, crowding my space.

I step to her, meeting her gaze. “You better watch yourself,” I spit back.

“Or what?” she counters, getting even closer.

Azzi makes a noise in her throat, something between a cough and a laugh. “Paige, this is why Ava never comes out with us,” she shakes her head. Paige’s eyes stay on mine, her mouth twisting into something between a smirk and a sneer. “No, I think it’s because she can’t handle her liquor,” she muses. Her eyelashes flare, challenging me. Forcing me into my own memories, ones of hands on my waist and lips on my neck and a night I’d much rather forget. I tear my gaze from hers. “You know what, Az? I will come out with y’all tonight,” I say, smiling sweetly at her and Paige. Paige raises an eyebrow. “Your funeral,” she shrugs. “Yeah, fuck you,” I say, tipping the remainder of my drink back into my throat and grabbing Azzi’s hand to lead her through the crowd, away from that blonde menace she calls a best friend.

When Azzi and I had first become friends, and I had discovered she was on the basketball team, I was a little wary. Paige and I had… history, I guess one could call it. I quickly found out that she was actually best friends with Azzi, and I had avoided her like the plague. But the closer I became with Azzi, the more difficult it was not to be around Paige.

I hate her, to be clear. She’s everything I despise. She’s irresponsible, loud, arrogant, immature, and a womanizer. If it were up to me, I’d have absolutely nothing to do with her.

As it stands, it’s not up to me. I find myself in Caroline Ducharme’s car squished between her and Azzi. Paige drapes an arm across the seat behind me nonchalantly, leaning forward to talk to Caroline and Evina Westbrook. I roll my eyes, leaning forward so that I don’t touch her. She glances down at me. “I don’t bite,” she tells me. I narrow my eyes. “No, but I might,” I reply. She raises an eyebrow. “Move. Your. Arm,” I order. Paige looks taken aback, but slinks her arm out from behind me nonetheless.

Azzi nudges me with her elbow. “I think she might actually be scared of you,” she whispers. I sit back against the seat as the car starts with a rumble, smirking. “Good,” I say smugly.

When we get to Ted’s, Paige makes a beeline for the bar, draping herself around a girl with curly hair who has beckoned her. I watch her whisper into the girl’s ear, grinning down at her as she gestures to the bartender for a drink. I scoff to myself. Ridiculous.

Azzi links arms with me, snapping me out of my trance. “Avaaaa, let’s go dance!” She urges. I laugh, giving in and following her to the dance floor. I let myself get lost in the music and in between the girls, even letting Aubrey spin me around to ‘That’s What I Like’ by Bruno Mars. I dance for a bit with Nika, drunk enough from the pregame to giggle stupidly with her. Finally, feeling a tad sweaty and a lot exhausted, I stumble my way to the bar.

“One lemon drop please,” I tell the bartender, handing her my card. “Hey, can I buy you a drink?” It’s Emmett, one of the men’s basketball players. I smile at him, gesturing to the bartender handing me back my card. “Just bought one, sorry,” I tell him. “Ah, that’s okay,” he says, shrugging. “How about a little time on the dance floor?” he suggests. I open my mouth to respond, but before I can say anything, I hear a loud voice next to my ear. “Emmett, my man!” Paige saunters into my view, clearly drunk, and daps him up. “Yo, I think Hiem was calling for you over there,” she tells him, pitching her voice up over the music. Emmett glances over to the entrance, trailing off to go find his teammate.

I narrow my eyes at her as she sluggishly takes the seat in front of me, rapping on the bar with her fist for another drink. “Maybe you should take a break,” I suggest, taking my own shot. “Maybe you should mind your own business,” she shoots back. I scoff. “Nahiem isn’t even here, is he?” I demand. She shrugs, swiveling in the stool to look at me, her blue eyes hazy. “No, you just looked like you needed saving.”

“I can handle myself, thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

“That was sarcasm. Don’t you have a girl to go whore around with?”

“If you can find me one.” Paige takes the drink the bartender hands her, sipping on it.

“Thought you had one the second we walked in.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Look who’s been paying attention. Jealous?”

I scoff, standing up. “Hardly.” She mimics my actions, drink in hand.

Suddenly, someone runs past, jostling Paige so that she stumbles towards me, her drink sloshing onto my white top - a beautiful, strappy, lacy little thing just low enough to show a bit of cleavage.

“Oh, my God-”

“Woah, I’m sorry, dude-”

“What the fuck is your problem?” I seethe.

Paige gapes at me. “My problem?” She demands.

I huff, grabbing for a napkin, but she beats me to it, dabbing at my chest. “Here, let me-”

I snatch it from her. “You know what, Paige? Just stay the fuck away from me, how about that?”

I turn and storm away from her, hearing her call after me. “Avantika!” I push through the crowd and out the door, feeling the freezing air hit me. Instantly, it sobers me up a little bit. I pull out my phone, tapping at it. I figure I can call an Uber and get myself home. “Avantika!” I hear Paige’s voice call behind me. I squeeze my eyes shut.

Paige jogs up to me. “Look, I’m sorry, it was an accident,” she huffs. “Fuck off, Bueckers,” I say, my voice tired and hoarse. “Why are you so mad at me?” She demands. “I’m not,” I say curtly. “Okay, well, you’ve been giving me nasty looks all night, and you know that what happened in there was an accident, so-”

“I don’t like you, Paige. Is that not clear enough? I don’t want anything to do with you,” I spit out, turning on my heel to face her. Her eyes flare, mouth twitching into a sneer. She crowds my space, towering over me. “Feeling’s fucking mutual,” she says lowly, her eyes hot on mine. “Good,” I say. “Good,” she retaliates.

“What are you guys doing out here?” Azzi stumbles towards us from the entrance of the bar, slurring her words together. Caroline rushes out after her, Aubrey in close pursuit. “Azzi!” Caroline calls. “Whoa, Az,” Paige says, running towards her best friend to help her, letting Azzi lean her weight onto her. “Is she okay?” I ask Aubrey, following Paige and jogging up to them. “Here, let’s get to the car, okay, Azzi?” I coax. “Ava!” She exclaims, falling into me, throwing her arms around me.

I stumble back, feeling arms steady my shoulders as Azzi envelops me in a hug. “Awww, you came! I’m so glad you came, oh my gosh. You never come!” I smile over Azzi’s shoulder at Aubrey, gesturing for some help. “I know, babe, that’s why I came tonight. Now, let’s get you home, okay?” I urge. Nika also finds her way out of the bar, and runs over to help Azzi off of me. I turn to thank the person who steadied my shoulders, and flinch away when I realize it’s Paige. She pulls her hands away from me like I’ve burned her. “Sorry,” she mumbles. I don’t respond, choosing instead to help Azzi towards Caroline’s car.

The ride home is silent except for Azzi’s occasional babbling. I frown. I didn’t think she would drink this much. We all haul her up the stairs, her tall figure dead weight under her drunkenness. “Azzi, come on. Let’s get you to bed,” Paige tells her. “Let’s get that makeup off, yeah?” I say, opening the door to Azzi’s apartment and letting Caroline and Paige deposit her on the couch. Paige gives the rest of the girls a thumbs up, and they file out of the apartment, leaving her and I to deal with an extremely inebriated Azzi Fudd.

Paige sighs. “You grab her arms, I got her legs?” I nod, getting to work. With a lot of grunting and groaning, we manage to get Azzi to her bed, sitting her up against the wall. “Just a minute, baby, we have to take your makeup off, okay?” I soothe. Azzi whines, hitting at my arm when I go in with a makeup wipe. “I know, just a second,” I whisper, wiping at her face. She pulls me in for a hug, squeezing tight. “Ohmigosh, Avaaa! You’re here!” She squeals tiredly. “I am,” I reply, but my words are muffled by her arm around my face. “Okay, Az, let Avantika go now,” Paige says. Azzi reluctantly lets me go, and when Paige helps me off of the bed, I stumble into her.

“Sorry,” she mumbles, setting me straight. I hum in return, glancing into her clear blue eyes, and immediately regretting it. I’m forced to reconcile with the fact that she does have very pretty eyes. She clears her throat, giving me some space. “You think you got her handled?” I breathe, glancing back at Azzi. Paige hesitates. “I just…” I nod. “I’ll stay.” She breathes a sigh of relief. “Thanks.” “Yeah,” I whisper, taking a seat next to Azzi on the bed. Paige settles herself against the wall, seated on the floor.

It’s silent for a few moments. “I really am sorry, by the way. About your top,” Paige pipes up suddenly. Her knees are bent, her head tipped back against the wall, jawline prominent. “It’s fine,” I murmur back, leaning back into Azzi’s pillows. The dark haired girl next to me lets out a snore. “That top looked good on you.” “Paige,” I warn. “Just being nice,” she defends quickly.

“You’re never nice to me. Don’t start now,” I sigh, tipping my own head back and closing my eyes. Paige is silent again. “You really hate me that much?” She asks quietly. That’s it. My eyes snap open and I swing my legs off the bed. “I think you’ve got it from here,” I say shortly. She leaps to her feet, holding her hands out to stop me as I try to leave.

“Avantika, hang on,” she tries.

“We’re not having this conversation. You’re drunk and I’m drunk-”

“Okay, I’m sorry. Please, just stay,” she pleads.

“Paige.”

“Ava.”

“Do not call me that,” I snap.

Paige looks startled. She opens her mouth to argue, but I shove past her, storming out the door.

SEPTEMBER 2020

I collapse on the floor of the volleyball practice gym, glaring at the ceiling after two hours of serve and receive practice. My teammate and roommate Audrey launches a downball at me, and I roll to the side, too exhausted to dig it. “You shag this time?” She asks. I nod, affirming that I’ll gather the balls and put them back on the racks or in carts. I hear Audrey’s shoes squeak against the linoleum as she jogs out of the gym and to the showers in the locker room.

I stare up at the ceiling, absentmindedly reviewing all the assignments I need to complete tonight. There’s that calculus problem set, and I should probably start on the biochem lab…

“Yo, you good?” A voice calls from behind me. It’s familiar, but I can’t quite place it. I sit up, facing the door to the gym and the person who’s speaking. My breath catches in my throat. That blonde hair and those blue eyes - anyone on the UConn campus would recognize her. It’s Paige Bueckers, the freshman phenom.

“Uh, yeah,” I answer, quickly getting to my feet and dusting myself off. “Hard practice, huh?” She asks, taking note of my UConn practice gear. “Yeah, something like that,” I chuckle, reaching for balls to put away. “Here, let me help,” Paige offers, setting her basketball down and jogging over. “You don’t have to!” I call, but she waves me off. Quietly, we gather the rest of the balls, “Scorpion” by Drake on shuffle in the background.

“Who’s on aux?” She asks, depositing the last ball into a red cart.

“Oh, I am. Sorry, I’m just leaving.”

“No, I like it. It’s one of my favorite albums of his.” I pause.

“Mine, too.” I gesture to the ball on the floor next to her feet. “How come you’re shooting in here?” I ask.

She picks the ball up, tossing it back and forth, spinning it between her hands. “Just, uh… Werth gets really intimidating. You know, all the greats on the walls behind you, and then everywhere you walk it’s like ‘national championship!’ Feels like a lot of pressure sometimes.”

I laugh, nodding at her words. “Yeah, I could see that.”

She shakes her head, beginning to dribble the ball. I watch her nimble fingers work, her blonde hair thrown up in a messy bun, strands coming out to dangle in her face. “Sorry, totally just dumped on you,” she says suddenly, stopping her motions and holding the ball in her hands. “What’s your name?”

“Avantika,” I reply, smiling. She grins at me. “Pretty name for a pretty girl,” she muses, approaching me. I raise an eyebrow, biting back another smile. “Does that normally work for you?” I ask. She shakes her head, smirking down at me. “No, but this does.”

She sticks her hand out towards me so that I can shake it. “Hi. I’m Paige Bueckers.”

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