hi you can call me hakkenzie! a wbb fan mostly rickea, paige, & chelsea 🐐 & an army⁷ & lastly, english is not my first language so bear with me. pronouns are that/bitch. 18. 🇵🇭.
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i sent an appeal abt reinstating iluvbuckets a few days ago but in the meantime, would anyone be interested in seeing the fics posted to a community perhaps
i sent an appeal abt reinstating iluvbuckets a few days ago but in the meantime, would anyone be interested in seeing the fics posted to a community perhaps
anon : Just want to req something abt like an exchange Filipino student reader at uconn and taking a manager position in the wbb team🙈 possibly taking a liking towards pb?
i hope you guys liked this! I tried my best 🙇🏾♀️it is kinda fast paced tho 1.7k words for this one and no warnings this time 🙏🏽sorry for taking so long on this request anon! If you guys have any requests or anything you want to talk about, my asks are open! 🫶🏽
.𖥔 ݁ ˖☘︎ ݁˖˖𓂃.☘︎˖𓂃.☘︎˖𓂃.☘︎˖𓂃.☘︎˖𓂃.☘︎˖𓂃.☘︎˖𖥔 ݁ ˖
The shine from the morning hue passed through the curtain and that alone made you groan in frustration. You used all your strength to push yourself upwards, leaving the warmth that the blanket gave you.
Getting ready went by in a flash, the walk from your dorm to the campus was a breath of fresh air. You never expected that living in Storrs would look like a movie, well except for school.
Realizing the large gap between schools here in the USA and the Philippines was as big as the red sea. Schedules were more flexible here, rather than back in the Philippines.
Taking a Bachelor in Sports Management was the dream, yet a nightmare if you had taken it back home. Your passion lies with sports, it has always been your dream to be in the industry—be part of the sports backbone.
So after every class since you've got here at UCONN, you tend to your responsibilities as the women's basketball team as their manager.
It was every UCONN Women's basketball team fan's dream, and you were living in it. It had only been a few weeks—the team was very welcoming when you and other fellow students accepted to be part of their management team.
But those few weeks, a certain blue eyed puppy made it lighter—made it feel like home. Paige Bueckers has been rocking the world ever since she was in high school. The golden girl.
You thought that social media just made her look like an angel, you were wrong. It was rare to meet people that were genuine, especially people that have lived most of their life with cameras around.
“Y/N, I'm gonna go pick up some food for us, do you want to come?” And that made your heart thump, not once, not twice—but every fucking time Paige was looking at you.
“Okay.” It was hard to act like she didn't make you stumble with your words, “Guys, do you need anything else?”
To at least try to fulfill some of your ‘manager’ duties, you turned to the team in case they needed something else to avoid further complications.
݁ .𖥔 ݁ ˖☘︎ ݁˖˖𓂃.☘︎˖𓂃.☘︎˖𓂃.☘︎˖𓂃.☘︎˖𓂃.☘︎˖𓂃.☘︎˖𖥔 ݁ ˖
The ride with Paige to Raising Cane's was quiet, except with sza playing in the background. “You okay?”
Breaking out of your trance, you nodded. “How's your knee? Any discomfort?”
After that injury scare from a previous scrimmage, you were assigned by Coach Geno to check up on Paige—knowing that she was stubborn as a slime stuck on a shirt.
“Mhmm. Concerned for me, Manager?”
You only shook your head with a laugh. “You suck.” was all you could manage as a rebuttal.
Paige could only muster up a funny and offended face after hearing that from you. “Sure..sure, like you weren't worrying your butt off after I fell.”
“I care for you, Paige” and that made you stop, your heart felt like it stopped beating for a second. You weren't able to stop yourself from saying those words—yet you didn't regret it. It was true.
“I care for you too, Y/N.” She replied casually, as she turned the wheel to park. Hands flexing when she maneuvered the car, you had to look away to stop oogling at Paige's arm.
On the way towards the restaurant felt like hours, fans stopping Paige for a picture or a signature—and the poor girl couldn't refuse her fans.
You stood on the sideline, admiring how people made the right person famous. Paige was everything that every parent would want as a child. Kind, selfless, genuine—lovable etc.
When the picture taking and signatures finished, Paige looked for you—and when her eyes finally landed on you, her smile graced her face again.
“Sorry ‘bout that.”
That made you chuckle, “You don't have to apologize.”
Now, both of you continued your journey to finally leave the parking lot. Sudden weight on your shoulders made you look up,
“Never thought a walk from the parking to the restaurant would take so long.”
Paige Bueckers had put her hands around your shoulders.
If you were in an anime, you were sure you were blushing fifty shades of red and pink right now.
“Clingy much?” You took a good look at Paige's sideview—and she looked ethereal.
“You’re comfortable.”
.𖥔 ݁ ˖☘︎ ݁˖˖𓂃.☘︎˖𓂃.☘︎˖𓂃.☘︎˖𓂃.☘︎˖𓂃.☘︎˖𓂃.☘︎˖𖥔 ݁ ˖
After that long and excruciating minutes of driving to get food for the whole team, it was now over.
The whole team was digging in, surrounding the table that was filled with food. Seeing it made you nostalgic—remembering the times where you and your old classmates would gather funds to be able to feast together as a whole for school events.
It made you a bit teary-eyed, you’ve always underestimated homesickness—and now you were experiencing it first-hand.
While you were having an internal turmoil and breakdown inside your brain, Paige has quieted down.
She'd always notice the slight difference of your actions these past few weeks, she knows it must've been hard for you to leave everything behind in the Philippines.
So Paige being Paige, she'd move closer. Without any fuss, she lets you lean your head on her shoulders. Understanding the weight and pressure a person could carry.
And that what motivates Paige to at least help you lessen the feeling of being alone in a new world, her little actions that felt significant to you.
She learned and studied Filipino culture in her free time, trying to incorporate those in with the team to make you feel like you're part of the team.
Tried to cook adobo one time and accidentally added too much soy sauce—good thing you were there to the rescue. You both laughed, alone in her dorm’s kitchen. Not noticing the knowing stares and looks from her teammates.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖☘︎ ݁˖˖𓂃.☘︎˖𓂃.☘︎˖𓂃.☘︎˖𓂃.☘︎˖𓂃.☘︎˖𓂃.☘︎˖𖥔 ݁ ˖
Finally, after the regular season with only a few losses—the NCAA National Tournament has now begun. In the first round, you cheered the loudest and that fueled up Paige. Second round, she was heating up. The Sweet Sixteen, she passed her career high and dropped forty-four points on Oklahoma. Elite eight was against USC, many anticipated this match up—a bummer that Juju Watkins was able to play.
Now, Paige was continuing to play like she had something to prove. To prove to herself that she can win that national championship, and you were screaming your throughout on the sideline. And that action caught the media's attention.
‘That manager is so me.’
‘Who is she feeling?’
‘I would rip my vocal chord for Paige’
You didn't let that bother you, you didn't care about what people had to say. You were focused on supporting your team to finally show the world who they really are.
And that made Paige worry. Even though she wasn't active during the tournament since it was still on-going, people tend to talk and be loud.
You reassured Paige, every after game. You'd help the team with their needs, picking up their food, fixing and reminding them their schedule—most important, be there for them.
The final four was against UCLA, it was a tough match. Still, UCONN managed to stand back on their feet and finish with a win and a trip to the National Championship game.
The arena boomed. Fans of both UCONN and South Carolina filled up the stadium, both teams with their game face on. Ready to fight with their all, as the players walked towards the court—Paige turned around to you and gave you a big hug.
“You,” As Paige tightened her hug, “Thank you for being here with me, Y/N”
“Go prove them that Paige Bueckers will be a National Champion.”
With every bucket that the UCONN team makes, the bench would hype them up—it was the UCONN way. You don't cheer for yourself, you cheer for your team.
The Huskies had the lead, and Paige finally checked out of her final game as a Husky. An emotional hug with Coach Geno and the others, when she finally reached you—she smiled and snuggled her head into your shoulder.
“Just because you're a champ, doesn't mean that you can wipe your snot all over me, PB.”
You felt her laugh, and when she finally let go—you wiped her tears with your hands. That moment felt like you and Paige were alone in a packed and loud stadium.
As the seconds finally winded down to zero, the UCONN Huskies are now declared as National Champions. Next step? Draft.
You felt sad that Paige was now leaving Storrs, you only have a year left before you graduate—and possibly go back home to the Philippines.
A few days passed after winning the championship and a few celebratory parties with the team, you were lying down and a message notification popped up.
‘Are you busy next week?👀’
Paige. That brought a smile to your face. She had been busy packing her stuff and life into boxes, you tried helping her for a few days now—yet she still insisted that she and Drew would be able to finish it. It was her dad who did most of the packing.
And that message has led up to this day. Draft Night. And people sitting on the table was her Mom and Dad, Coach Geno, and you—beside Paige in that suit.
My gosh, she was gorgeous. No words were enough to describe how Paige looked tonight—and she knew. She knew that she looked gorgeous and pretty.
It was the very same night that Paige Bueckers became the #1 Draft pick to the Dallas Wings. Paige stood up, and you followed. You hugged her, not knowing if it was both of you and Paige’s last hug.
“I love you. I'm so proud of you, Paige.”
“I love you too, Y/N.”
Draft night happened a few weeks ago, and communication with Paige slowly stopped. You understood that change can be overwhelming, so you offered her some encouragement and could only receive a ‘thank you’.
So, you let her be.
Before you knew it, it was already All-Star weekend. Expecting nothing on a random day, you opened TikTok to see the video that Wag talk has uploaded.
“Girlfriend reveal?”
“Azzi Fudd.”
And your heart stopped.
Sure, you were too cowardly to confess your feelings to Paige—but you thought that those moments, words, and actions that Paige had showcased to you meant something.
Apparently, you assumed wrong. Felt guilty for falling in love with Paige, when she was already with Azzi all this time. And the whole team knew, only you didn't.
Those moments you've shared together with Paige, the ‘I love you’s’ whispered every before and after the game. The lingering stares. ‘I miss you’s’ after not being in each other's presence for a few hours.
Was it casual now? Or is it because you assumed wrong?
after not posting for almost a month, i am back 😗✌🏾 please forgive me 🙂↕️ i hope u guys like this hehe 🙏🏾 likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated 💝
