Diamond

I 🤍 Woman

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Final Meeting

Pairing: Wings!Ex!Azzi x reader

Subject: You see Azzi at the club for the first time since you left, (part 2 of ‘First and Last meeting’)

Warnings: toxic relationship, sexual compliancy, drinking, slight manipulation, going back to ex, sexual them but no actual smut, (not really a warning, but this is in 1st person compared to part 1 being in 3rd)

The liquor burns my throat as it slides down. The sting making my eyes slightly water.

As the drink settles my senses become distant and fuzzy. The lights blending into a halo of fluorescents.

The drink continues to flow through my system as my body moves from person to person.

An array of hands memorizing the curve of my body as I drag my body against them.

But the grip on one of the hands sticks out, bringing me from my drunkenness.

My body turns before my eyes can meet the person.

But when they do, my body feels as if it’s soulless. As if the air was sucked out of me, leaving me suffocating.

The right grip, belonged to Azzi Fudd.

The one who drank every night . The one who cheated on me countlessly, leaving me no option but to leave. The one who I still thought about even after all of that.

“Well look who’s drinking now, huh” she says. Her face clearly showing the amusement shes finding in this.

Apart of me wants to just walk away, and act like I never seen her, or heard her voice…or felt the way her hand gripped my hips.

But apart of me also wants to stay, to see if maybe she’s changed, although her demeanor reflects otherwise.

“You not gonna say hi now? Gonna just stand there in look good?” Her words hold an air of seduction mixed with that same agitation she always had when we were together.

And something about that, is enough to tear me from my trance, the trance that gets created when you haven’t seen someone in a while and forget what they were truly like.

“Azzi, I don’t have time for this. Goodbye”

As my body turns to leave, her hand grips my arm, that same grip from earlier. The one that I could single out from the rest.

Her hand turns me around to face her, our faces mere inches. And that’s when I see it, the eyes of someone who looks like they’re missing something.

“Come on ma, I’ve changed…can’t you see”

?” Her words are like a slap to the face, because I do see. But I also see the same face that hurt me over and over again. The same person that broke my chest over and over again.

But worst of all I see the person I fell in love with. So, when she drags me by my arm out the club, I follow, because the best things come from second chances.

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The drive to her house is messy and chaotic. Her lips whispering all the things she thinks I want to hear. And unfortunately (or fortunately) it works.

Worst part is that she knows it works. She sees the way my legs begin to clench as she rambles while driving.

The way I bite my lip when she softens her voice.

And she uses it, she uses it so well that when we get to the door, her hand is already around my neck.

Her free hand wrestling with the keys as she kisses me roughly.

My body on fire from her touch and the way her hands move against my body as if they never forgot the shape.

Her tongue explores my mouth as we move to the couch, our bodies moving in sync, something we could never do.

She tears my clothes off, the movements rough and underlined with things that’ll never be said.

I can tell from the way she stares at me that she’s been wanting this, that she’s missed what she lost.

But I can’t tell if it’s me she’s missed or my body, and the thought alone makes me want to leave, to say that this was a mistake and that I should’ve ignored her.

So when she goes to kiss me again, her finger reaching to rub my clit, I allow her.

Cause I can’t tell if it’s her I missed or her body, and maybe that’s what makes us perfect for each other. Maybe the hesitation and misunderstanding of both our feeling is what keeps us tied.

@sahjh546hf

@soapyywritesz

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First Impression

Pairing: Modern!College!Francesca x college!reader

Subject: You notice Francesca for the first time and are instantly consumed by your feelings

Warnings: Maybe slight obsessiveness? Nothing crazy

Your eyes droop as you attempt to focus on the professor.

The day weighing heavy, as your mind drifts to anywhere but here.

Your eyes loose interest in the professor, only to whip towards the door as it bursts open.

A girl with brunette hair stepping through it.

“Sorry-sorry… Im so sorry I am late” she says. Her voice flows through you- quiet and low- the frequency laced with an airy sense of joy.

As she continues her apologies, the professor stares at her with disdain, just to say “find a seat”.

Your eyes follow her as she walks up the steps. Her own eyes scanning the crowd before landing on the seat next to you.

She sits down, her movements soft and elegant as she grabs her notebooks.

Her movements hypnotizing you as you get lost in a trance. Focusing on the soft veins in her hands and the way her fingers flex as she moves the books. The way her tongue sticks out ever so slightly as she looks for the next thing. How her chest rises slowly as she bends over to look in her bag.

Tour mind and body are entranced by her. All your senses shutting so they can focus on her’s.

But in the back of your hypnotics you hear the faint sound of a question, one that pierces through the veil covering your mind.

“Hey” she says, her hand waiving in your face.

The sudden movement and sound, pulling you to reality.

“I-I’m sorry what?” You say, your words distant as if you just woke up.

“I was asking if you had a spare pencil?…Maybe?” Her question is low and reserved, but you see the way her face conceals a small smile.

“Yeah…yeah. Sorry yeah I got an extra one”

Your hands tremble slightly as you go to grab the pencil, your mind going a thousand miles, from embarrassment.

As the pencil moves from your hand to hers, your fingers linger in each other’s palm. The moment leaves you more embarrassed than before, but underneath you feel that sense of need simmering inside you.

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The quietness of the library envelops you, your books scattered and long forgotten on the table. Your brain flips through different thoughts. The brunette from class being the main one.

Your mind and body has been consumed by the idea of seeing her again.

The feeling drowning you once again, something that’s been happening since you laid eyes on her.

But through the water you see the face you’ve been infatuated with. Apart of you believes it’s in your head, but the sudden snaps say other wise.

“Hey. Is this seat taken?” She says. That same low voice from class gliding heavenly through you.

“No. Sorry, uh let me get my stuff” you say quickly, probably too quickly. As you grab your stuff you feel her eyes resting upon you, watching your movements…the same way you watched her.

As you sit up your eyes meet hers, and it feels as if the universes collide, as if you just met your end.

But her voice cuts through the moment softly.

“I just realized you don’t know my name” she says her quiet laughter setting your skin ablaze as it settles in the air. “It’s Fran, short for Francesca”

Your eyes gaze upon her, her name lying on your tongue. How could someone’s name match them so perfectly?

But before you lose yourself in thought you respond, saving your self from an awkward moment.

“Oh-uh yeah, I’m y/n”

She smiles in response. The small expression ignites something inside you, leaving your insides churning and screaming for more of Fran

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First and last meeting

Pairing: Uconn/Wings!Azzi x reader

Subject: Your relationship with Azzi finally succumbs to the cheating and lies

Warnings: toxic!Azzi, mentions of cheating, weed use, mentions of alcohol, age gap (2-3 years), I might’ve missed something :)

You first met Azzi Fudd at a party, during your sophomore year. She was a senior.

The led’s were bright, blinding anyone that accidentally made eye contact. The music was consuming and the weed was everywhere.

Your roommates had invited you, their pleas for you to finally have some fun convinced you to come. However, it took them only 10 minutes after you guys arrived, for them to soon replace you.

Your mind was quiet and calm, the opposite of the usual. The loud music filling in all the open space that your thoughts usually did.

In fact you were so lost in the music enjoying the rare mindless bliss that you didn’t realize the 5’11 women that appeared before you.

“Hey”

Your head tilts up, her voice cutting through the music.

“Hi?” You respond pack, confusion laced in your voice.

“My bad, my name is Azzi”

You don’t respond, your face still etched with confusion.

“You wanna smoke?”

The question settled waiting for some sort of acknowledgment. You weren’t much of a smoker but your mind screamed for something. So you said, “…sure”

The rest of that night was filled with coughs and laughter as the smoke glided around, your mind reeling in the calmness. And as the conversation flowed you realized, the something your mind was screaming for was, her.

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But now here you were staring at her, as if she was a complete stranger. Your mind yelling at you to leave, as your senses send it spinning.

Her body smells of liquor and someone else’s perfume, the thought of the girl making you sick.

You try to calm yourself, but you voice comes out strained and louder than planned

“You said you would fucking change Azzi! You promised…Yet here we are doing this shit all over again. I’m tired Azzi!”.

You watched as her eyes roll to the back of her head with agitation. Her face speaking before her mouth.

“Will you just shut the fuck up already?! All you do is bitch and bitch. You think you’re tired? I’m the one that bast deal with your shit” she says, her words raw and harsh as they cut through you. But before you can respond, she cuts in “maybe if you didn’t complain all the time, I wouldn’t have to get relief from other woman. Have you ever thought about that? Probably not…”

Your voice catches in your throat, tears welling up in your eyes her words play through your head. Your senses seem to stop for a second as her voice continues to hit you over and over again. When you finally speak you feel outa body, like your spectating the whole event.

“How could you fucking say that shit A…” your voice wavers under the stress as you try to continue, “actually you know what? you’re a piece of shit. I fucking hate you, I’m leaving we’re done”

Your vision blurs as you go to grab your stuff. Tears falling rapidly as fail to reconnect yourself.

Azzi is still, your words and actions not fully registering, and they probably never will.

Your movements are swift, as you force yourself to disassociate. But in the back of your mind you can’t help but hear the laughter and tears you guys once shared.

Your feet carry you to the door, your heart beating in pain as you walk through the threshold.

Apart of you hopes that maybe she’ll stop you and say this time it’s foreal, that the cheating and late nights are over. But you know she won’t.

Cause she’s Azzi Fudd, why have one when you can have more. She was never really willing to change.

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Love at first Basket

Pairing: UConn!Kaleigh Heckel x UConn!reader

Subject: You finally confess your love to Kaleigh

Warnings: none

Since the moment you woke up, you have been nervous. A heavy weight sat on your chest, waiting to be exhaled when the time came.

And that day was today, you were finally telling your best friend Kaleigh that you were in love with her.

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The first time you ever met was in the 2025 elite eight. She played you on defense, her hand lightly resting on your waist so you couldn’t go far. You spoke first, your breath slightly hoarse from exhaustion.

“Hey If you want to touch my waist just ask”

She didn’t respond just stared at you before focusing again. But as you cut to the basket you were sure you had saw a small smirk.

When the game ended, she shook your hand and congratulated you on the win. But you swore her hands and eyes lingered a few seconds longer than normal.

Then she transferred, your small “rival” was now your soon to be teammate.

She grew close with the team fast, but with you it was different. You didn’t just grow close you became inseparable.

On the bus ride? you were together. In the locker room? together. Practice partners? Together. Off the court? Together

You couldn’t find Kaleigh without you and you without Kaleigh.

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Now here you were walking to her dorm to finally confess your love. Your head spinning with all the possibilities.

It wasn’t that you were scared of being rejected, but you were scared of losing your best friend.

You sent her a text saying you were there and for her to open the door.

“Hey! I missed you!” She says as the door opens

“I missed you too…” your voice hesitant and quiet.

Her face quickly turns to one of confusion and concern. Her mind instantly thinking of the worst.

Her hand reaches out to yours, a silent way of comforting you. “hey you okay, what’s the matter?”

Your heart drops a little from fear, the moment was here. You look at her for second as you brace yourself.

“It’s nothing really, it’s just…fuck. I’ve really liked you for a while Kaleigh. Like I’m fucking in love with you. I love everything about you, from your smile to the way your eyes blink faster when you think. I can’t stope thinking about you and it’s driving me crazy, your all I think about.”

At first she doesn’t respond just stares at you.Then smiles at, her true smile the one that brightens your mood. The one you swore you saw when you first met.

“I love you too, I’ve loved you since your corny introduction in our first match up”

You laugh before bringing your lips together. Her lips soft against yours, fitting perfectly. But you pull back you roll your eyes.

“You’re so annoying Heckel, but I love you”

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Number One

Pairing: WNBA!Paige x Draft!Azzi x College!reader

Subject: Paige and Azzi are both drafted to the W, and you feel like you’re being left behind.

Warnings: Slight angst, abandonment issues, (might’ve missed something :/)

When Paige got drafted it was simultaneously one of the best and hardest day of your life.

You were happy that her dreams were finally coming true and that all the hard work she put in was materializing before her eyes.

But What made it hard was the realization that, your girlfriend was leaving you, that she was going to the W and you would be stuck at UConn for another 2 years.

The only thing that was able to comfort you in that moment was the fact that you still had your other girlfriend to comfort you, Azzi. That comfort wrapped around you like a blanket.

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But now here you were a year later feeling the same feelings you felt before.

It was now Azzi’s moment. The moment she worked towards everytime she entered the gym.

And although the area was the same, the city was the same, and the feeling felt the same, something was different.

Different because this time when you went back to UConn, there would be no one going back with you. No one to say that they would still be there and cherish you.

It wasnt like Paige and Azzi were breaking up with you, it just felt like their worlds were slowly drifting away from yours and you were getting left behind.

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At the after party you don’t say much, just sit at the table taking small sips of your drink, hoping that eventually it’ll kick and leave you numb.

Azzi and Paige noticed your mood change, since the moment the draft started.

The way you quietly answered their questions and barely made eye contact.

They knew something was up, they just hoped eventually you’d say something.

The after party moves like a blur around you. People’s bodies dancing from one place to another, their laughs echoing in and around you.

You smell Paige and Azzi before you see them. The smell of your girlfriends’ perfume and cologne mixing to make an intoxicating aroma.

“You okay baby?” Paige says, her voice laced with that concern from earlier and a hint of alcohol.

Your response is meek and quiet, your eyes once again adverting theirs, “yeah”.

Azzi speaks before Paige can respond, frustration laced in her tone due to your lack of communication, “Stop lying. We know you’re not okay babe, you’ve barely spoken a thing all day, so come on let’s go”

You take the hand she gives you and follow behind her willingly, Paige following suite.

She leads you too a quite room that looks to be some other party venue.

You don’t say anything at first, instead letting the silence wrap around you, as you wait for one of them to speak first. Paige makes that first step.

“Come on what’s up baby, hm?”

You stay silent for a few more seconds before responding, your head spinning as you try to choose your words carefully.

“I don’t know… I just- I feel like I’m being left behind, like you guys are doing all these great successful things and I’m just stuck at UConn”

They look at each other before speaking, their eyes saying a thousand words that their mouths don’t.

“Babe what? Is that’s what been bothering you?” Azzi, asks.

“Yeah” you respond, your voice quiet from the lump in your throat.

Their eyes are filled with sadness and care as they take a step closer to you.

“Baby we would never leave you behind. You’re our number one girl. Just cause you’re still at UConn doesn’t mean anything. We love you and no distance is gonna change that…okay?”

You nod in response as you feel the tears fall.

Paige and Azzi wrap you in their arms, their voices whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

When you finally calm, they both look at you to make sure you’re okay.

When you finally meet their eyes, all you see is love.

And with that love maybe you can survive that last year apart.

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Take From Me

Pairing: Vampire!Francesca x reader

Subject: Francesca takes your blood while using both her fingers and fangs to make you feel good

Warnings: Mentions of blood, loss of blood/lack of blood, sucking blood, fingering

17+

Her lips sucked on my neck, biting roughly, just to soothe it with a flick of her tongue.

She moves from one spot to another, continuing to suck and bite. Till she reaches my pulse point. Her mouth wavers, hovering over the pulsing vein.

Her breath fans over my neck, sending a shiver down my spine, as I wait for her fangs.

They hit me hard, piercing through my skin, till they latch on to my vein.

The feeling of her draining me lights all my senses on fire, leaving me dizzy from the lack of blood and consuming amount of pleasure.

A moan tears through me, as she continues to take, sucking and stealing my blood for herself.

“Mmm, I know my princess . You like when I’m selfish hm? You like when I take from you to feed?”

Her words send a wave through me, instantly dampening my undergarments.

“Y-yes Franny. Yes I love when you take from me and leave me weak” My words come out airy and breathless, as I crumple under her bite.

She doesn’t respond just continues her attack.

Her hands move down my body, caressing and squeezing as it goes, until it lands near my heat.

My breath catches in my throat as I try to speak, “F-Francesca, p-please”

Her fingers move my undergarments before gently sliding against my folds. The cold touch sends my body to shock, as she continues to gather my slick before sinking in to me.

My mouth falls into an O shape, my words failing as she continues to move in and out of me.

The combination of her fangs and fingers cause my vision to start spotting. My body reaching a sense of euphoria in the painful pleasure.

As my walls flutter against her fingers, I feel her fangs start to loosen from my vein. Our bodies reaching their full together.

My pinnacle pushes me under the waves, drowning me in bliss, as it puts me into an airy daze that only happens when your pinnacle comes with drained blood.

As the daze consumes me, I hear Fran call for the bath to be ran. Her footsteps speaking next as she walks back over.

“You okay, my love?” She says, her voice laced with admiration and slight concern.

“Yeah…yeah I’m okay Fran”

She doesn’t speak again just looks at me before crashing our lips together.

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Pairing: WNBA Paige x reader

Subject: You come home pissed from work and Paige helps you relax and feel better

Warnings: smut, top!paige, bottom!reader, fingering, oral, cussing, job, Paige taking her time, favoritism from boss, slight nepotism, hey mamas Paige

17+

*i might’ve missed some mistakes, let me know

I open the door instantly feeling weight lift off my shoulders. Finally I’m home and get to just chill with Paige.

As I walk through the house to the living room, I hear the low sound of the tv playing.

When I reach the living room I’m greeted by Paige.“Hey baby how was your day?”

I don’t respond instead I just give her a hug and melt into her embrace.

“You wanna talk about it?”

I lift up slightly, giving my self enough room to talk and meet her eyes.

“Just my boss acting like a bitch again… I proposed price adjustments for the family and child pictures and she was like ehhhh, but when Stacy proposed the same thing it was all of a sudden brilliant. I’m just so tired”

She waits a little bit before responding, I can tell she’s trying to speak carefully as to not make my mood worse.

“Well why don’t you just quit then mama? I could get you a job taking pics for Dallas”

We’ve talked about this before and my answer has always been the same, no. I didn’t want a handout just because I was Paige’s girlfriend.

“Paige.”

“Baby wait. I know what you’ve said before but hear me out. I won’t tell them to give it to you okay? I’ll only give them your resume. If they pick you or not it’s up to them, kay?”

“Okay Paige” I say giving in. It’s not the worst idea, and if they higher me majority of the reason will be because of my own skill.

“Really?”

“Yes Paige really.”

She doesn’t say anything else but instead gives me a kiss.

As her soft lips move against mine, I feel her tongue ask for entrance, which I willingly give. Our tongues fight for dominance but I quickly give in, giving her full control.

She lays us down gently, my back hitting the cushion softly.

Her lips move from mine to the nape of my neck, sucking slow but strong, licking over the spots as she marks me.

“Paige m-more”

“Shhh, relax baby. Just let me take control”

She lifts up from my skin briefly to take my clothes off.

Her eyes focus on my breasts as she unclips the latch of my bra. As my breasts are uncovered she quickly latches on to my nipples. Igniting a gasp from me.

She nips my sensitive flesh in response, flicking her tongue to soothe the sting.

As she goes to work on my tits, my hips naturally start to buck. My core looking for any sort of friction.

Paige pushes my hips down, shaking her head as she continues her assault, “No, you wait. Have patience baby…okay?”

“Yes yes okay” I say, my breath ragged”

Slowly but surely she moves. Kissing from my breast to my stomach to my thighs, making sure to take her sweet time at each spot. Her mouth savoring every second of it as she worships my body.

She finally moves to my core, gently removing my panties.

“Damn mama…I do this? Fuck you’re so wet and pretty”. She says, her mouth practically watering as she watches me.

“Paigeeee, please baby come on” I say whining.

“I know baby I know, just-just let me admire you and my work. Fuck, I love you…”

“Madison!”

“Fuck okay. Sorry mama.”

She finally lowers herself, to my pussy. Here tongue flicking across my clit while applying slight pressure.

“Y-yes P”

Her mouth moves with skill as she eats me like she’s starving. Her tongue moving in and out of me with quick precision, her only focus on making me feel good.

Just when I start getting into the rhythm of her mouth, her fingers begin to slowly stretch me out. Taking their time to make sure I feel every bit as they go deeper.

“FUCKKK”

“I know baby, you got it. Take it”

She starts moving them slowly, taking her time. Her eyes locked on my face.

She picks up the pace, her digits moving rapidly in and out of me. Making sure to hit that squishy spot each time as she fucks me with 3 fingers. Her eyes never leave mine, watching as my mouth hangs open and my eyes go glossy.

“Yeah that’s right baby, take it just like that. You got it, baby”

I clench around her fingers in response, my high creeping in on me.

“P-Paige, I’m- fuck I’m close” I say, my words mumbled and low”

“Cum baby. Come on cum around my fingers ma”

Her command sends me over the edge. A tidal wave washing over me, sending me to complete bliss. I feel Paige’s lips press against mine, soft praises coming off her lips.

“You did good baby. I’m proud of you. And I’ll be even more proud when you get that job. I love you”.

“I love you too P”

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Pairing: Francesca Bridgerton

Subject: You longed for Francesca since her eyes captured yours

Warning: Slight Angst, slight internal homophobia (in beginning)

The first time you ever saw Francesca was during the debutante presentation. You stood near your mother, an array of emotions coursing through you. You were nervous not because of high excitement but rather your intimidation of the Queen. You wondered if she could sense what was off about you. How you lacked the want, the want for love. Or maybe it wasn’t love as a whole but specifically the love of a man.

As your mind and body reeled you adverted your eyes from the ground, only to be met with the lightest pair of brown eyes you ever had the pleasure of seeing. You attempted to drag your eyes from the pressure but her smile pulled you in with warm chains.

You continued to admire her well after your quiet meeting. Your eyes captivated by her pale face and simply intricate hair. Her presentation presented her name, Francesca Bridgerton. You’ve heard of the Bridgertons before- your mother loving to rave about the sons in hopes you’ll find interest- but something about this Bridgerton is different. For the first time you didn’t need your mother to convince you to have interest, because you were already caught in her web.

The next time you see each other is during the Danbury Ball, your first ever societal ball. You were filled with excitement, something your mother made a conscious effort to comment on, but how could you not be excited, when those light brown eyes might meet yours again.

The night blurred. Each dance and suitor blending into one. You stepped outside for fresh air, in hopes that it was enough to calm your nerves and aching body. As the wind feathered your face your mind quickly drowned itself with thoughts of Francesca. How was it that within those copious amounts of dancing, you never once met her eyes? Those eyes that you could easily identify even though they only captured yours once.

You lead yourself so astray with these thoughts, senses disoriented and unaware, that you don’t realize the gaze that settled upon you. The gaze that grew closer until they stood within an arms reach.

As you turned around to re-enter the ball, a feeling of defeat swarming your mind, your chest collides with another.

You go to apologize, but as your eyes lift you are met with those light brown eyes that stole yours a few days prior. The eyes that lit your senses on fire everytime you thought of them.

“My apologies” she said before you could exit your trance. “I saw you escape earlier and cared to join you, seems I am too late, since you are heading inside?”

You compelled yourself to answer, before she left thinking you ill in the head. “Yes sorry, I was heading inside but I believe company can coerce me to stay”.

She smiled at your response, warmth radiating from it. Warmth that made you want to know all of her. And you do.

The latter end of the ball, was laden with conversation and laughter between you and Francesca. Every octave of her laughter resonating within you. Every feather of a touch igniting that spot, your body screaming for more. Every look pulling you in deeper. It didn’t matter that this was your first formal introduction, because she was what you needed.

Now you watch as she marries John Stirling, Earl of Kilmartin.Your stomach turning as you watch your love, love someone else. As the sky gets brighter from her smile, but she’s not smiling for you, she’s smiles for the man that can love her publicly.

You never told her, you just hoped that she could tell, that she could sense the way your eyes lit up at the sound of her voice, the way your skin glowed around her, how it burned for her touch. A part of you thought that maybe she felt the same, that maybe through the friendship she saw you the way you saw her…

The rest of the societal season passes in a blur. As the time passes, your distance from her grows bigger. You figure it best, that maybe you can finally find a suitor and see past them being a man, but you can’t. Instead your heart grows weak, lost without the thing that brings it light. You can’t function, and everyone can tell. But she can tell the most.

She watches as you not only part from her but from yourself. Your internal light flickering as it goes out. She saw the way you looked at her, but she didn’t know if you saw the way she looked at you. The way she longs to be near you again, to hear your laughter echo through the balls once more.

She corners you during a host of tea, at the Bridgerton estate. Your invite sneaked in with the rest.

You step out momentarily, needing rest from the crowd of women that only spoke of next year’s suitors.

You sit in between shelves, concealed enough to avoid the passing eye, and allow yourself the privacy to sit in pity. You wallow, lost in your mind, a recent habit that entrapped you more and more.

You don’t realize she’s there until shes already speaking. “Hi” she says.

You recognize the nervous smile in her voice, bit even with that she still manages to short circuit your voice box.

“Hey. How is the married life?”.

She looks at you, her light brown eyes studying you, studying your face and the way you frowned when you said married. “Is this why you’ve distanced yourself? Because I am married”.

You don’t respond. Instead your remain silent, leaving her question to float aimlessly in the air.

“Answer me. You cannot ignore me forever, your heart won’t allow it. Neither will mine”. She whispers the last part. So faint your ears barely capture what she said.

Your body warms, as you raise your head to look at her.

“My heart aches for you. John is nice but my heart longs for you, for your laughter. For your eyes that look upon me with need”

“Why didn’t you speak, if you knew of my love?Why-“

“I was not sure of what I was feeling. Not until I was without it, till I was without the thing that caused these feelings. That was when I was sure”.

You stare at each other as silence fills the air, along with both your racing hearts. Then she kisses you. Your lips molding together, fitting perfectly with each other as if the last puzzle peace was placed.

When you break apart your hands find each other and intertwine, a silent vow to stay and never lose one another.

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How do you know if a girl is gay and might be flirting with you OR just being nice and a friend 🫩. Genuinely asking cause I’m bout to loose my mind.

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As a Connecticut and Dallas fan I needed a win today, maybe we’ll win some fucking games 🫩✌️. Welcome home Aaliyah 🙏

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Completely final

Paring: Hopkins Paige Bueckers x reader

Subject: You and Paige are in HS, and its the final minutes of the finals

Warnings: none

I watch from the bench as Paige brings the ball down, the time dropping second by second. Its state finals were tied 45-45 against Minnetoka with a minute thirty left. The crowd is silent as we all watch Paige do what she does best…create shots. She drives down the lane and takes a mid…she misses, the ball grazing the rim of the hoop as it clanks off. As she runs back on defense her eyes briefly meet mine and I see the flicker of anger, disappointment, and defeat, but it's quickly replaced with a look that says it all…we are not losing again.

Coach subs me in, it's overtime now, exactly 24.8 seconds left, only .8 milliseconds separating the shot and game clock, and we’re down by a layup. Paige inbounds the ball with me jogging beside her, “You ready to celebrate?” she says to me. Her eyes are bright as if we’ve already won, and her face is illuminated with that confident smirk that drew me in on the first day of tryouts 2 years ago. The smirk that I can't get enough of, the won that I can't help but look forward to seeing everyday.  I respond with, “I already am, now shut up and end this game already”. 

We break apart as we run the play, 17 seconds left in the game. She passes the ball to Amaya while I run to the corner then cut down, as Mara fills in my spot leaving the post, Asha sets a screen on Paige's defender. You can hear the crowd suck in their breath, 1.7 seconds left on the shot clock, she takes the deep three. We all stand there as the ball moves through the air as if it's on a slowmo cam…swish. I hear the crowd roar as I look at the scoreboard 53-52 0 seconds left. 

I'm so starstruck I don't even notice Paige running towards me until my feet are off the crowd and she’s spinning me laughing and smiling like a kid who just got a new  puppy. She places me down and kisses me, hard. The screams of the crowd dim as I immersed myself in the feel of her lips, the way they’re soft and salty from sweat, the way her hands grip my jersey like she doesn't want either of us to separate and celebrate with others. We pull away the sound of the crowd seeping its way back in, Paige just looks at me once more with that confident ass grin, “told you i’m the G.O.A.T, and you thought I was full of myself when I said it”. I roll my eyes as I think back on our first conversation. “Yeah because who introduces themself as the greatest to ever play highschool ball” I counter, while laughing. She just whispers a quiet whatever and pulls me closer as she kisses my head. “I love you, you know?” she mumbles against my head.

“I love you too Paigey, always will…now lets go cause I think I hear Drew screaming your name”. 

As she wraps her arm around my neck laughing that's when I realized I couldn’t have been blessed with anything greater than her and this moment.