Paige Bueckers, known for her competitive edge both on and off the court, accepts a daring bet from a teammate: she must make Alessia, the coach's daughter and a talented soccer player, fall in love with her before the season ends. As the lines between competition and real emotions blur, Paige finds herself unexpectedly falling for Alessia, leaving her to decide whether to win the game or follow her heart. paige bueckers x fem oc

Clexa (Taylor's Version)🤍 I wanted an excuse to write heavy angst + messiness with lots of social media Clarke and Lexa are celebrities in L.A.'s Hollywood scene, and have been broken up for a while, but can't quite move on from each other. Their pride and egos keep getting in the way and they bicker about absolutely everything - especially the reason they broke up in the first place. No matter how many times Clarke tries to tell herself that this thing....whatever it is between her and Lexa is over for GOOD this time... is it ever really? Or The one where two idiots wanna have a contest of who can act like they care less😑🤷🏼♀️ ***Idk if this counts as a slow burn but the whole point of this is that they are (*toxic) EXES! They are clearly endgame but just enjoy the ride and trust the process lol (and prepare for abundant Taylor Swift references and lyric adaptations) *Wattpad has a limit of 20 images per chapter, so thats why some later on are broken up across multiple parts bc theres so many social media/text images

"You haven't done anything wrong Y/N," Natasha says softly. "Then why are you acting like this? Why aren't you looking at me?" I raise my voice. "Because you are my employee because you are the president's daughter and I am a Senator. You have a boyfriend at home, a great one and I can't be with you," She still doesn't lookup. "But last night you-" "I had a lot of work to do over the last 2 months. You were just my destresser, just sex. I made the mistake, however, of choosing you, the president's daughter," Her eyes finally come up to meet mine. "Stop calling me that." I scoff. "What?" "The president's daughter, that's been what everyone has called me since the news came out. I've tried hard to make a name for myself, I have several published articles in the New York times, one of which I even read at the UN climate conference. I've even spoken in front of congress. Not one of those articles mentions that just that I'm my parent's daughter and whether I decided to wear Gucci or Prada to the coffee shop that morning. The least you could do while admitting you used me is address me correctly, I am Y/N Phoenix, you will call me Y/N Phoenix and nothing else. Now, I'm sorry if I misunderstood our conversation last night, I'm sorry if I misunderstood our relationship," I lift myself up from the seat by putting my hands on her desk and lean in closer to her. Her head tilts up to keep our eye contact, "but I'm even more sorry that you'll have to settle for caterers and paralegals, and that you'll remember me when their cunts don't taste as sweet as mine."

Enemies. That was what you were. She was an Avenger, you were a criminal. You should hate her, she should hate you. So why do you love the feeling of her skin pressed against yours? Moans spilling from her lips? The taste of her on your tongue? Casual, rough sex. That was all it was supposed to be but soon feelings start to get involved. Would something so scandalous be able to last? 18+ only --- Posted on my Ao3 @LoveIsAnImaginaryDagger and was posted on my old Wattpad account @LovePersevering before it was taken down