streams
paige bueckers x azzi fudd
summary:
Jon
Wanna explain why my friend asked me if it was true that you and Paige were making out at a bar last night
Jose
WHAAAAAAT
four times paige & azzi were on tiktok live
rated: teen
2.8k words
disclaimer: you kinda have to know about the lore surrounding all those lives they've been a part of to fully understand this. this is based around existing events, but obviously a fictional interpretation of those events. also a warning that this is sappy as hell
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“Let’s go! Two more points!” Paige’s shout echoes through the room. She stands from the bed and howls at the top of her lungs.
Azzi is unfazed. She knows just how much Paige loves LeBron. In fact, to her embarrassment, she has spent countless nights staring up at his face as she laid in Paige’s bed.
She hears Amari proclaiming that she’s single and sees Paige go over asking to be dapped up.
“Someone said Paige has a girlfriend and I have a boyfriend.”
“Paige does not have a girlfriend,” Inês protests, or maybe it’s Ice, Azzi can’t really tell, too distracted by Paige who has come back over to the bed and is leaning half over her with a smirk. Azzi rolls her eyes, but still returns the soft peck that Paige presses to her lips.
Then she playfully shoves Paige away, letting her get locked into the game again while she reclines on the bed. Almost immediately, she finds herself becoming extremely bored. Maybe she’d be interested in watching if LeBron was getting the record against Steph, but he’s not. Azzi didn’t even recognize the team he’s playing against.
She grabs Paige’s ever present iPad and pulls up her favorite game.
Paige stares back at her, eyes wide and incredulous. “Azzi, we can’t play- Are you serious? She wants me to play a game right now, when LeBron’s about to get the record?”
Azzi pouts at her, but Paige doesn’t give in. Instead, she jumps up, yelling, “Lock in!” as the game returns from commercial break.
But when not even half a minute later, a foul is called, Azzi takes advantage.
“Free throws! Come play,” she demands, and Paige flops back onto the bed without protest. Inês makes a whip motion with her hand, and Paige gives her the middle finger.
“Don’t laugh at me,” Azzi whines.
Eventually, the game starts again, and Paige stands up, shouting about the gameplay. LeBron finally breaks the record and everyone screams in celebration. They all watch the ceremony before Amari begins to wrap up the live.
“Only cuz of LeBron, not cuz of Azzi.” Paige says, when a viewer mocks them all for shutting up at Azzi’s complaint. But she still crosses back from the other bed, laying beside Azzi for some quick cuddle time before she has to go back to her room.
“Paige, someone’s gonna take you to breakfast,” Amari reads.
“Better not.” Azzi mutters, under her breath as the others laugh.
Amari ends her livestream, and they spend a little more time messing around, until they realize that it’s almost curfew.
Ice turns to Azzi’s bed which has been suspiciously quiet for the past few minutes.
“She’s asleep, already?!” Paige appears to be deeply asleep, mouth slightly open and face pressed into the pillow as Azzi cuddles in behind her.
“Shush, you know she has trouble sleeping sometimes.” Azzi whispers over her head.
“Well, she’s gonna have to have trouble sleeping in our room, because I’m not getting in trouble when the coaches come for room check and lover girl is missing because she’s over here being your little spoon.” Ice grabs a pillow from Inês bed and whacks Paige in the face with it.
“Bruh, what the hell?!” Paige sputters.
“Let’s go! I want to sleep too.”
“Ugh, fine.” Paige stands and quickly gathers her things before going to stand beside Azzi’s bedside. Without a word, their friends turn away as Paige leans down to kiss Azzi goodbye.
The next morning, a knock sounds at Paige’s door.
“Ice, answer it.” Paige shoves her head under a pillow.
“You’re closer to the door.” Ice complains.
“Freshman duty.” Paige fires back.
“I’m not even a real freshman!”
Knuckles rap against the door again. “Room service!”
Paige finally drags herself to the door and pulls it open. The hotel employee wheels in a cart full of food, transferring it onto the table in the corner of the room. Paige thanks him and he leaves.
A full breakfast spread covers the table. A small white card sits by itself on a plate at the center of all the food. Ice wanders over, drawn by delicious smells. She picks up the card, snorting out a laugh at its contents.
“Thank you, Azzi.”
Paige’s face scrunches up with confusion before she takes the card from Ice’s outstretched hand.
Enjoy your breakfast.
Love,
Not Paige’s girlfriend
//
Azzi wakes to the sun shining directly into her face and her bed moving beneath her.
It’s only when the bed groans in pain that she realizes it’s not the bed that’s moving, it’s Paige beneath her, burying her face into the crook of Azzi’s neck.
“Why do you sleep with your blinds open?” Paige hisses, clearly as hungover as Azzi feels.
“I do not sleep with my blinds open,” Azzi rasps, unable to raise her voice above a whisper as her head pounds. “I didn’t have time to close them after you threw me onto the bed and koala bear’d onto me.”
“You know I get cuddly when I’m drunk.”
It’s an understatement. Azzi is still foggy on some of last night’s events, but she can remember how Paige had spent half the night latched onto their teammates and the other with her hands glued to Azzi’s body.
Azzi throws the blanket over both their heads, hoping the darkness can help them recover before they have to wake up. But before they can get any meaningful rest, a knock sounds at the door.
“Hey, are you guys decent?” Caroline’s voice comes through the door. “I’m coming in, in three, two, one.”
She still gives them a few more seconds. She’s one of the only girls on the team that hasn’t walked in on them, and she wants to keep it that way.
Azzi has poked her head back out of her sheets, but Paige remains hidden, just a lump in the blankets.
Caroline places a bottle of Gatorade and a bottle of coconut water on the bedside table alongside some pain killers.
“Caroline, my angel.”
Azzi sits up, throwing back the pills with a deep swig of the coconut water. She nudges Paige, who simply rolls over and buries her face in Azzi’s stomach.
“Dude, drink the Gatorade.”
Paige cracks an eye, looking up pitifully. “Feed me.”
“Ugh.” Caroline makes a disgusted noise. “Well, when you guys are good, Ice brought breakfast. Not sure how much you remember from last night because you both were pretty gone, but something happened on Ice’s live that you’ll wanna see.”
“Um, that don’t sound too good.” Paige has finally propped herself up to take light sips of the Gatorade that Azzi has passed to her.
“It’s not a huge deal,” Caroline says, clapping her hands together. “Just something you should know about.”
“We’ll be out soon,” Azzi replies, and then Caroline exits, leaving a confused Paige and Azzi behind her.
Azzi sighs and reaches for her phone, shocked to see her group chat with her brothers has over ten unread messages.
Jon
Wanna explain why my friend asked me if it was true that you and Paige were making out at a bar last night
Jose
WHAAAAAAT
The rest of the texts are mostly them arguing about a clip on tiktok and asking Azzi if it means that she and Paige are coming out.
She tilts the phone to let Paige read the messages.
“What the fuck? Ice! Isuneh!” Paige gets out of bed, suddenly very awake and heads toward the dining area, Azzi following close behind.
A bunch of the girls are gathered at the dining area, some eating and some clearly waiting out their hangovers.
“Good morning, Paige and Azzi! I brought breakfast.” Ice says, her voice sounding falsely positive.
“What happened last night?” Paige questions, taking the last available seat next to Ice and pulling Azzi to sit on her lap.
Ice winces and slides her phone over. “Before y’all get too mad, it’s been wiped from TikTok and not that many people saw it.”
The video is only a few seconds long, a grainy snippet from Ice’s livestream from the night before. The camera pans along the bar, showing Jana, then Caroline deep in conversation with Azzi who is wrapped up in Paige’s embrace. They watch as Paige’s hands roam from low on Azzi’s hips, up toward her back as she turns toward Paige with a hand on her face. And then the camera is jerking and the frame fills with Ice’s shocked expression.
“Bro, you need to warn us when you’re on live. That could’ve been so much worse.” If Ice had kept her camera on them for even a second more, it would have been much worse.
“I’m sorry, but I did! It’s not my fault you can’t keep your grabby hands off!”
“You know I can’t help it. Did you see her last night?”
Even now, Paige’s arms are wrapped around Azzi’s waist, and her chin is tucked over her shoulder as they look down at Ice’s phone.
Ice rolls her eyes as Azzi smiles, pleased at the comment.
Suddenly, the smile drops as Azzi looks sharply at Ice. “No more lives. You’re banned.”
“What?! That’s not fair!” Ice looks pleadingly at Paige, always the more lenient of the pair.
“Let’s just chill on the lives for a bit, aight? At least until this blows over.”
Everyone agrees, and after Ice apologizes one more time, Paige and Azzi take their breakfast back to Azzi’s room so they can get some more sleep.
Paige only lasts three days before she lets Ice and KK back on live.
//
It’s nearing 11:30 PM when Paige tells Ice and KK that she’s heading out.
“Girl, boo.” KK shoots her a thumbs down. “I thought we were gonna play some more Fortnite.”
“Nah, I’m tired dude. Supervising y’all on live took a lot out of me.” Paige smirks as KK rolls her eyes and Ice, the main instigator in most of their slip ups, muffles her laughter.
Paige leaves them to their own devices, slipping out of the apartment. She doesn’t tell them the real reason she’s leaving early, that Azzi had made it clear that if Paige showed up at her door past midnight, they would both be sleeping alone that night. The girl takes her sleep seriously.
She can imagine how much shit she would get from the girls if they knew how she refused to even consider spending a single night away from Azzi, but she doesn’t care. She just wants to be near Azzi, always.
Paige lets herself into Azzi’s apartment, which is dark and quiet, with all its occupants asleep or on the way. She heads into the bathroom, brushing her teeth with the brush she keeps there, and gets ready for bed.
When she finally makes her way to Azzi’s room, she’s surprised to see light still shining from beneath the crack of the door. She eases the door open, as quiet as she can. She isn’t surprised to find Azzi asleep, with a book in her lap and her glasses falling off her face.
Paige doesn’t try to stop the grin that spreads across her face at the sight. She moves closer, putting the book on the bedside table and carefully sliding Azzi’s glasses off her face. Then, she turns off the light, flooding the room with darkness.
“Mm,” Azzi hums as Paige slips under the covers next to her.
Paige shushes her, trying to ease her back into sleep as she pulls Azzi’s head to rest on her chest.
“Go back to sleep, baby. I’m sorry I woke you up.”
Azzi murmurs something else into Paige’s neck, clearly more awake now.
“Watch out for my boyfriend.”
Paige has already closed her eyes, but they shoot open when she registers what Azzi has said.
“Huh?”
Azzi smiles lazily, stretching her body until she’s pressed head to toe against Paige’s.
“Y’know since I apparently have a boyfriend now, he probably wouldn’t like finding me in bed with someone else.” Their legs tangle together beneath the sheets.
Azzi’s words finally register, and Paige groans in understanding.
“What the hell? How’d you find out already?”
It couldn’t have been an hour since the moment where Paige had had a too visible reaction to KK reading a fan’s comment claiming Azzi had a boyfriend and that she was with him at that time. She hadn’t been able to stop her growing smile, and before she even realized it, she was scratching awkwardly at the bridge of her nose, trying to distract from her reaction and Ice and KK’s muffled laughter.
“Ice texted me, but I’m sure it’s all over Tiktok already.”
Azzi shifts again, until she’s seated astride Paige’s hips, hands splayed across the hard, flat plane of Paige’s abdomen. Paige inhales sharply as the other girl begins a slow glide in her lap, hands immediately find their place among familiar curves.
With a sure grip, Paige guides Azzi into a heavy grind, pulling their bodies together until they are both panting. Azzi dips her head to give Paige a searing kiss, tasting mint and something distinctly Paige.
When they part, Paige snarkily says, “What would your man say about you kissing someone else like that?” But the effect is slightly lessened by how breathless she is.
Azzi reaches down to tug her shirt over her head before leaning down again. She whispers, “Stop talking,” against Paige’s lips. Paige does.
//
When Azzi texts that she’s on her way over to the hotel, Paige drops Drew off with Ice and heads to the market next door. By the time she’s done, Azzi’s dad has dropped her off at the front.
It’s been just over a week since Paige has seen her, but Azzi is always a sight for sore eyes. She looks smaller than usual with the big brace over her knee, and when Paige hugs her hello, she holds on just a little longer than what might be considered casual, pressing her face to her favorite spot where Azzi’s neck meets her shoulder and sneaking a kiss there.
“I missed you,” Azzi breathes into her shoulder.
They text almost constantly, and are on FaceTime whenever they’re free, but it’s not the same as being together. It takes Paige back to the years before UConn, before she knew what it really meant that she would sometimes miss Azzi so much it felt like a wound.
She squeezes Azzi around her waist one more time before pulling back and leading her up to the room. She swipes the key to unlock the door and holds it open so Azzi can limp through in front of her.
Ice has taken Drew to bother some of the other girls, so they can have some much appreciated time alone.
Paige has barely shut the door behind her when Azzi is crowding her up against it, throwing her arms around her shoulders as her crutches clatter to the floor. Paige catches her around the waist, dropping her shopping bag on the floor, and lets Azzi kiss the hell out of her.
“You really missed me, huh?” Paige rasps as Azzi moves her lips down the line of her jaw, her neck. Her hands reach down to palm Azzi’s ass, pulling her closer and squeezing.
She knows something is wrong when Azzi pulls back, releasing a choked gasp. Her head ducks down to stare at her knee, throbbing at the sudden movement. When she looks up at Paige again, her eyes are wet.
“I can’t even kiss you without hurting myself.” Azzi lets out a bitter laugh.
Paige remembers the back and forth of emotions that came with such a big injury. How one moment it could be like nothing had happened, but then something would remind you and the world would feel like it was crashing down on you.
She pulls Azzi into the room, helping her to take a seat at the end of one of the beds before going back to the door to pick up her bag.
Paige comes back to kneel in front of Azzi handing her the bag with an uncharacteristically shy look on her face. Azzi pulls out an only slightly crushed bouquet, two family sized bags of her favorite chips, and a stuffed plushie.
Azzi stares at the gifts for a second. She shouldn’t be surprised at Paige’s thoughtfulness, not when she’s been this way for as long as they’ve known each other.
But she loves how Paige can still surprise her after this many years. She just loves her.
So she places the gifts gently to the side, cups Paige’s face between her hands, kisses her softly, and tells her just that.
💗
I love you, Pookie. 💗
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9:14
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