I forget you aren't mine. Paige Bueckers x Fem OC.

⸻ When Paige Bueckers steps onto the court at UConn, everything in her life follows a plan-practice, games, championships. No distractions. No mistakes. Especially not her. Capri Auriemma-daughter of legendary coach Geno Auriemma-is everything Paige was warned to stay away from. She's bold, untouchable, and living her life through millions of followers. Every post goes viral. Every move gets watched. And the last thing she needs? A scandal tied to her dad's star player. But when late-night conversations turn into soft glances... and "just friends" starts feeling like something more, lines begin to blur. Because falling in love is one thing. Falling in love with the coach's daughter-while the whole world is watching? That could cost Paige everything. And Capri? She might be the only risk worth taking. ⸻

Emilia rivers, a UCCON third year fine art major, D1 gymnast, Sharp, disciplined, with wrists taped tight and dreams even tighter. And then there was Nika Mühl. Basketball royalty. Swagger and serotonin in one package. Her laugh echoed through the gym tunnels like a song. Her ponytail snapped like a whip when she turned. Her Croatian accent made even "pass me the ball" sound like poetry. They met by accident - or maybe fate? Updates every Friday + Saturday !! Send in requests for extra scenes !!

juju watkins has the fame, the "perfect" relationship, and the team on her back. leilani brooks? she's the transfer with a past-and the one juju can't stop watching. they're not hiding who they are. just what they are to eachother.

What was supposed to be an easy challenge turned into something far more complicated. The bet was simple: make Paige Bueckers fall for me. It was just for fun-no strings attached. But somewhere between late-night conversations, stolen glances, and the way she made everything feel lighter, I lost track of the game. Because while I was busy trying to win her over, I didn't realize I was the one falling-hard. Now, I have to face the truth: was it ever just a bet, or was she always meant to be something more?

KK Arnold is used to speed-on the court, in the press, in her life. As UConn's quick-thinking, quick-footed point guard, everything about her is sharp, focused, and full of energy. But there's one person who moves at an entirely different pace. And somehow, KK can't stop watching her. Maya Thompson is a soft-spoken journalism student with an academic aesthetic-cardigans, ballet flats, glasses always slipping down her nose, and a tote bag full of pastel highlighters and poetry books. Assigned to cover the UConn women's basketball team for the university paper, Maya doesn't know much about basketball-but she shows up anyway. Every practice. Every game. Sitting cross-legged on the bleachers, typing away, scribbling notes in the margins of her interview sheets, or quietly reading while the players run drills. At first, KK only notices Maya because she's always there. But then she notices how Maya listens-really listens-when she asks post-practice questions. How her voice gets soft when she says KK's name. How she blushes when KK jokes with her. And how her presence, somehow, feels calmer than music, even in a chaotic gym. Their friendship begins with short interviews and awkward thank-yous. But soon it becomes something warmer. Coffee runs after practice. Maya waiting at the edge of the court with her recorder and a shy smile. KK pretending not to search the gym for her during water breaks. And somewhere between buzzer-beaters and backspace keys, a slow, soft love begins to bloom. Sweet, gentle, and full of lingering glances and after-practice conversations, Fast Break to My Heart is a cozy, college romance about finding quiet in the loudest places-and falling for someone who sees you for more than just the game.

I moved to the sink, pretending she wasn't there. My fingers rubbed the soap into a lather, the rhythm grounding me. Her gaze bore into my back, heavy and unyielding. "Um, Kartier, can we ta-" "Don't call me that," I cut her off, my voice low but sharp. The nickname sat between us like a shard of glass, a reminder of everything we weren't anymore. I focused on washing my hands, refusing to meet her eyes. Her voice softened. "Well... Karter, can we talk? Please?" I turned slowly, squinting at her. "Why now, Aubrey? After five years? You know how weird that is?" My words were harsher than I intended, but the wound was still raw, even if the scar had formed over it. Her expression faltered, the shine in her eyes turning glassy. She looked away, and I could see her swallow hard, her chest rising and falling with the weight of whatever she wanted to say. "I can explain what happened," she started, her voice fragile, almost lost. "I just... I need you to let me. I want to clear things up between us." I studied her, trying to find the truth beneath her pleading eyes. Sympathy tugged at the edges of my resolve, but I buried it deep. She had her chance, and what she did-it still burned. "Clear things up?" I let out a dry laugh, my tone hollow. "I don't care, Aubrey. I don't need your explanations or your apologies. I don't want you calling me, texting me, none of that. Just... stay away from me."

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