Oct 3, 2023
what if we got our tits all soapy in the shower and then pressed them against each other and giggled as we made out
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what if we got our tits all soapy in the shower and then pressed them against each other and giggled as we made out
strawberry matcha sapphic lovestory
3am and she's half asleep and I pull her closer and she tucks her face into my neck, her leg thrown over mine, and I think this is it, this is the whole point, this is what everything was for.
If existence precedes essence, then technically I am free to become anything.
As it happens, I’ve chosen to become a beautiful woman’s favorite place to sit.
The Bueckers Problem 🏀
Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader
Warnings: Mutual pining, light angst (blink and you’ll miss it), fluff, teammate chaos
Summary: The UConn women’s basketball team is tired of watching Paige Bueckers pine hopelessly over you. The glances. The awkward conversations. The longing stares across the gym. So, naturally, they come up with a plan to finally get you into her arms. And maybe, just maybe, it works.
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The Team Group Chat – “Certified Buckets 💙”
Ice: if i have to watch paige watch Clara tie her shoes one more time like it’s a rom-com moment i’m going to lose it
KK: girl she said “good game” and paige looked like she was going to pass out
Azzi: she literally knocked over a Gatorade cooler after she said hi today
Aubrey: tragic.
Morgan: we need to take action
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The Problem: Paige Bueckers is in love.
The Twist: She hasn’t said a word about it.
The Constant: Everyone knows.
You? Somehow, you don’t.
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It started small. KK “accidentally” switching warmup partners. Ice insisting you two “figure out that one drill together.” Morgan inviting you to sit next to her and Paige at team dinner and then mysteriously disappearing.
Still, nothing.
Paige would laugh at your jokes. Brush fingers with you during drills. Look at you like you held the answer to something she hadn’t dared ask yet.
And then she’d choke on her water and pretend it was nothing.
Until one day…
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“Can you help me with something?” Paige asks you after practice, her voice quieter than usual.
“Sure,” you say, not thinking much of it.
She leads you to the film room. It’s empty. You sit.
She doesn’t speak right away. Just fidgets with the sleeve of her hoodie like she’s unraveling.
“I think everyone’s been trying to push me to do this,” she says, finally. “And I kept waiting for the right moment, but I realized it’s never going to feel right until I stop being scared of it.”
You look at her. “Paige?”
“I like you,” she blurts out. “Like, a lot.”
Your breath catches.
“Since the first month of practice. Since you called me out on slacking during that stupid defensive slide drill. Since you gave me your extra hoodie on the bus and then pretended it didn’t matter. Since you said you wanted someone to see you and I—”
You kiss her.
Soft. Certain. Like you already knew.
When you pull back, Paige looks dazed.
“Just so you know,” you say, smiling, “the team’s been trying to set us up for weeks.”
Paige groans. “I KNEW they were being weird.”
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Group Chat – “Certified Buckets 💙”
KK: THEY KISSED I REPEAT THEY KISSED
Azzi: love wins
Ice: I’m taking full credit.
Morgan: Operation Get Paige a Girlfriend: complete.
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💭 Authors Note:
Paige is so the type to bottle it up until someone forces her hand — but it’s always worth it once she cracks. The team as matchmaking chaos agents? Elite.
Where the hell are the younger girls who need an olde woman😓
I need a connection that's not instant. A connection that doesn't originate from butterflies, but leads into them. A connection that's not natural. A slow built connection. A chosen connection. A connection where conversations can initially be iffy but we grow fond of them slowly. A connection that's not felt, yet not forced, but grown into and accepted. A connection where communication comes by choice rather than by emotion.
I need a connection where the other person forms other connections at first but sees ours and goes "yeah, she's nice. I want her over everything else." I need a connection where I can thank my partner for choosing me over everything else because natural connections are overrated, give me one that's conscious and chosen so that I can be sure that it's gonna last.
Your touch is a language my skin learned long before my mind caught up.