Paige gave a slow smile, then leaned a little closer, voice dropping just a bit. "Can I kiss you?" Kea inhaled through her nose and sat up straighter. "Nah." Paige blinked. "Nah?" "You're not sober," Kea said simply. "And I don't do drunk decisions." oc x Paige Bueckers

Everyone told Paige Bueckers to stay away from Lorelei Campbell. Cold. Sharp. Untouchable. Two years in the league and not a single person could say they'd really gotten close. But Paige doesn't scare easy. And Lorelei? She doesn't like being challenged. But hate this sharp? It starts to bleed into something else. Something neither of them is ready for. She should've ran. But Paige has always been the type to chase what burns.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 the media keeps putting two of the biggest names in womens college basketball head to head it's hard not to grow hatred for one another, especially when they continuously ignore their past. so what happens when the two girls are put on the same team? "hard to hear you all the way from the bench." "shut the fuck up before i break your other ankle bueckers." 𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 was more than an understatement for what the two girls felt.

Dehlilah Rivera is a 5'6" spark plug from Woodlawn, Maryland. Black and Puerto Rican. Tough as nails. Grew up learning to talk with her eyes and protect her heart with sarcasm. She transferred into UConn as an unranked junior, overlooked by scouts, unwanted by her former coach, and rejected by an ex-girlfriend whose family said she was "too hood to be taken seriously." She plays with something to prove. Paige Bueckers? She's college basketball royalty. One of the most famous players in the country. Clean reputation. Press-friendly. Rich Minnesota suburb pedigree. Golden child. All-American. Loved. On paper, they don't match. On court, they don't miss. They're assigned to guard each other at practice-Coach CD's twisted way of keeping both sharp. Dehlilah drives Paige crazy. She talks trash, plays fast, fights for everything. Paige reads the floor like a chessboard, always two plays ahead. They push each other. Challenge each other. Make each other better. And neither of them realizes that they're already falling. Because Paige is completely oblivious to how deep her feelings run. She just thinks it's normal to stare a little too long. To offer her hoodies. To hate when Dehlilah laughs too loud at another teammate's jokes. To feel something primal when someone else touches her. Azzi sees it. KK sees it. Everyone sees it-except Paige. And Dehlilah? She refuses to believe someone like Paige Bueckers could want her. She's been called a mistake before. A phase. A risk. Her emotional walls are steel-plated. But Paige's constant presence starts to chip at them. Her softness feels safe. Her patience feels dangerous. For Paige, no one ever felt like home until Dehlilah. And for Dehlilah, no one ever looked at her like she was somebody's favorite-until Paige.

• Slow Burn • Opposites Attract • Emotional Intimacy • Musician x Athlete • Quiet Yearning • Found in the Right Moment Description: When Paige Bueckers walks into a tiny café one rainy Thursday night, she isn't looking for anything-especially not the girl on stage with heartbreak stitched into her voice and too much vulnerability in her eyes. Riley Beck writes songs like they're confessions she never meant to say out loud, and she performs them like she's still learning how to breathe through the weight of them. Paige is used to pressure, to expectation, to needing to be everything for everyone. Riley is used to hiding, to almosts, to loving people who never quite loved her back. They're from different worlds-one a superstar athlete with the world watching, the other a reclusive singer-songwriter trying to feel safe in her own skin again. But something clicks in the space between glances, in the lyrics Riley sings that Paige can't stop hearing long after the music stops. What begins as curiosity grows into quiet nights, stolen moments, and the kind of intimacy that doesn't always need words. As Riley's career begins to resurface and Paige's path to the WNBA tightens, the two must navigate fame, fear, and the ache of falling for someone when the timing's all wrong... or maybe just right. A love story written in the margins-messy, soft, and breathtakingly true.

THIS IS A SEQUEL TO THE BOOK don't save me, stay. Their love survived the first storm - but darker skies are rolling in. Arianna Torres and Paige Bueckers are no longer a secret to their team, to their world, or to themselves. But fame, fear, and a past that refuses to stay buried threaten to pull them apart just as they've finally found something worth holding onto. When a ghost from Arianna's past returns with a terrifying message, it forces old wounds to split open - and drags Paige into a battle she never asked for, but will fight for with everything she has. As Arianna spirals between survival instincts and self-destruction, Paige must become both anchor and lighthouse, even when it feels like the waves might swallow them whole. Their connection grows deeper, sweeter, and more dangerous by the day - stolen kisses turning into desperate clutches, soft moments turning into vows neither of them knows how to say out loud. But not all battles are visible. And not all promises can be kept. Love was the easy part. Now comes the hard part: Staying alive for it. ⸻ Trigger Warnings for the Story: • Self-harm (burns, scars, urges) • Mental illness (BPD, PTSD, anxiety, depressive episodes) • Abuse and trauma references (verbal, emotional, physical) • Mentions of sexual assault (non-graphic, but heavily emotional impact) • Emotional breakdowns, panic attacks, dissociation • Family trauma, toxic familial relationships • Violence (minor, mostly emotional/psychological threats) • Recovery and relapse cycles • Survival themes (fighting for life, not giving up)

⸻ Rookie year and the Dallas Wings locker room is buzzing as usual after practice, but Paige can't stop herself from noticing Marley Hayes, the team's pint-sized firecracker, shifting in her locker. A flash of ink catches her eye - delicate lines and bold curves snaking along Marley's hipbone, ribs, and shoulder blade. Paige feels heat rise to her cheeks before she can stop herself. "You know," she blurts, voice low and teasing, "those tattoos are... distracting." Marley freezes for a split second, then smirks, stepping a little closer, eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, really?" she murmurs, voice dripping challenge. "Guess you'll just have to pay closer attention." The air thickens with playful tension, and Paige realizes that Marley's flirt back is sharper, bolder... and somehow, perfectly timed to make her heart skip a beat. ⸻

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