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Completely agree with you re: Chen. The last thing I want is another March/April where an exhausted P has to play multiple 40 minute games in a row and we are all praying to god no one gets into foul trouble because we have no guards. This is insurance and a very good, very experienced player on top of that.
She brings a vet presence to the locker room and on a team where beyond Paige, there are zero upperclassmen who played a full season in 2023-2024. So to me, it takes some of the pressure off Paige and gives KK, Ash, Azzi time to get into things. Chen can slide right in and play.
Geno extending the bench is a good sign to me. She's going to UConn because she wants to win a natty. Everyone's on the same page that this is the year to get over the hump. I'm sure he's also looking for a big so I wouldn't panic quite yet that we're going to see Post P again.
agree 100% - our biggest flaw this year was lack of experience that we saw ESPECIALLY in the south carolina game.
vet presence is a good thing, and there’s still room on the roster for a post - got my eyes on amina muhammad. let’s not catastrophize just yet
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kaitlyn chen to uconn! what’re ur thoughts
I'm actually pretty shocked at the moment. I definitely didn't expect it for some reason.
That being said, I see that she's pretty quick and she's good at creating plays out of nothing. On top of that, she's good under pressure and can even finish with contact. If she can use her quickness and skill on Uconn's infamous transition plays, she'll be super useful on top of her skills. She's super capable and I know that.
She also reminds me of Ash in defense for some reason.
Overall, she could be a great addition to the team with such an important guard like Nika leaving. But uconn is so stacked with guards I don't know if she can get a lot of time consistently. Hopefully she'll be the missing piece that they needed with such a monumental player leaving to the W.
But I won't take away from the fact that she's a great player who can shoot from three and the mid range so I'm super excited to see how well she'll click with the rest of the team and how she'll help them succeed this coming season.
I would go into the whole forward and center thing but I'll stay on track with what you asked me.
Super excited for her and all the new players we'll see!!
Feel free to send more questions!!.I love these so much
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Geno needs to step up his game asap. Uconn had a hard time against usc last time. now juju and kiki together? and without nika? Just crazy
Oh baby I KNOW.
As the days pass and no news of a good center transferring to Uconn comes out, I lose five years of my life!! Old man needs to stop messing around and get in his office and make some freaking calls so that the team can play in positions they are comfortable with.
He must think they coming back or smth cuz wth
I will always stand behind the fact that one of the major reasons why Uconn won against USC in the elite 8 is because of shot decisions. Because if it was only about brute force USC would've totally won. This year, USC are gonna be smarter and out for blood.
And without Aaliyah and Nika, he needs to find a new center or forward that knows how to properly do her job because whew. It ain't gonna be pretty stacking up on guards without no center.
But I have faith in the returning and new players guys. However I completely agree anon. Kiki and Juju will be HELL. Clutching my pearls just THINKING about it. 😭
#wcbb#women's basketball#uconn huskies#uconn wbb#paige bueckers#nika muhl#aaliyah edwards#kiki iriafen#juju watkins#usc trojans
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Me next season watching Juju AND Kiki play together:
They're gonna have teams in HELL
#wcbb#women's basketball#juju watkins#kiki iriafen#usc trojans#uconn wbb#uconn huskies#i can already feel it
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Steps and Swishes
a/n: promise the next part will probably have more of the professional dancing lol
Word count: 2.3k
Warnings: none!
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In moments like these, you can't help but appreciate your body's resilience, its unwavering stamina that carries you through the literal marathon of your day. But as you navigate this relentless sprint, you find yourself hoping there's still some fuel left in your tank when you reach the audition.
Waking up late was never part of the plan, especially not on a day when a crucial audition awaits. "Crap!" you mutter under your breath as you hastily exit your dorm room, clutching a piece of bread in one hand and your phone in the other. Each step is a stride toward salvaging what's left of your punctuality.
For the most part, things seem to be going smoothly as you dash towards the building. Until it’s not.
You wrench open the glass door of the lobby and dash into the elevator, heart pounding with each passing floor. Finally, as the doors slide open, you burst forth into a labyrinth of corridors, your destination painfully close. Or so you think.
Just when you believe the worst is behind you, you turn a corner and collide with an unexpected obstacle: a cascade of blonde hair and scalding coffee.
“Fuck!” The word rips from your lips as you stagger backward, the searing liquid seeping through your clothes. With trembling hands, you peel the wet fabric from your skin, eyes fixed on the ruinous stain spreading across your once pristine white shirt.
“Holy shit,” the figure mumbles, “I didn't mean that at all. Are you ok?”
A hand reaches out hesitantly towards your shirt, then freezes awkwardly in mid-air. It's the final straw.
Your gaze shoots up to meet the woman in front of you, ready to unleash a torrent of curses, but all words die on your tongue as you're confronted with wide, concerned eyes. Eyes that you know all too well, belonging to none other than Paige Bueckers.
Going to the same school as Paige Bueckers had never really stood out to you until today.
"I'm so sorry," Paige says, glancing down at your shirt, her hand still suspended awkwardly between you. Silence hangs heavy in the air. "I… I'll buy you a new one, I swear. Let me make it up to you."
In that moment, you realize that even if she were to buy you ten or twenty shirts, it wouldn't change the fact that you're about to miss your audition if you don't hurry. The inconvenience of the situation dawns on you in full force.
You let out an exasperated sigh, your gaze flicking from your stained shirt to Paige and back again. Then, once more, your eyes travel from her to your shirt. You can't help but notice how effortlessly chic and pristine her shirt appears compared to your own.
“Take off your shirt,” you deadpan without much consideration.
Paige's eyes widen further, resembling a deer caught in headlights. “W-what?” she stammers, inching away slowly.
You, however, couldn't care less if she looked at you as crazy. “You said you wanted to make it up to me?” you ask, raising an eyebrow before gesturing towards the bathroom behind her. “I have an audition in five minutes, and unless I want to blow my shot, I need to look presentable.”
The blonde hesitates, her gaze shifting between your outstretched fingers and the bathroom door. Then, with a slow turn of her head, you can almost hear the gears in her mind grinding to a halt. “And how does me taking off my shirt help you?”
“Just get in there and swap shirts with me,” you grumble, shooting her a soft glare. “It'll be quick. Once I'm done, you can have it back. Deal?” You silently pray she doesn't call the cops given how stupid and crazy you must sound, but the desperation in your eyes seems to sway her as she hesitantly nods.
“Alright, fine.” she sighs, walking towards the bathroom.
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For the most part, the audition went relatively smoothly. Well, except for the fact that you received a barrage of odd looks for bursting in looking disheveled, with the invasive aroma of coffee clinging to you like a second skin. You could swear they caught whiffs of it every time you executed a dance move. But on the bright side, Paige's shirt did align nicely with the hip-hop theme they wanted, so hooray for small victories, you suppose.
Exiting the room, your shoulders sag immediately. Scanning the area for a familiar blonde, you finally spot Paige and make your way over, tapping her shoulder gently.
Startled, she quickly turns off her phone, giving you her full attention. “How'd it go?”
You shrug, not feeling up to sugarcoating it. “It was alright, I guess.”
Paige's expression deflates. “Gosh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to mess up your audition.”
“Nah, don't worry about it,” you try to brush it off, though your voice betrays a hint of frustration. “If I hadn't been such a klutz and actually woke up on time, I wouldn't have been in such a rush, and none of this would've happened.”
A brief silence lingers between you two before Paige breaks it. “Hey, let's make a deal,” she proposes, suddenly piquing your interest. “You can hang onto the shirt for now. I'll take this one,” she taps the stained area with her palm, “wash it, and give it back to you later.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Really? I'm totally fine with changing again. Why would you even let me take your shirt home—”
“Just…” she interrupts, sounding almost exasperated, “It's just a way for you to trust that I won't flake out and keep your shirt or something,” she mumbles, scratching the back of her neck nervously. “If you have my shirt, the only way I could get it back is by washing yours and swapping. I know it sounds silly.”
You chuckle. “Maybe just a little.”
Paige smiles, briefly averting her gaze before meeting your eyes again. “Just… let me clean it. I already feel bad enough.”
With a resigned sigh, you give in to her plea. “Fine, give me your number.”
Paige retrieves her phone with surprising speed, a wide grin spreading across her face. She clears her throat, opening her phone and displaying the number pad. “Are you usually around campus? You look like a student.”
After entering your number, you call yourself and retrieve your own phone as it starts to ring. “Yeah… I'm just looking for a part-time gig for now. Nothing too demanding.”
The blonde's interest is piqued. “So, what was the audition for?”
“Just some dancing,” you murmur, half-expecting her to burst into laughter like some others might. But instead, her reaction is one of genuine shock.
“That's awesome! KK would love you,” Paige jokes, and you audibly release a deep breath, grateful that there's no mockery in sight.
“I'm… flattered. Though I'm afraid she might work me to the bone with TikTok dances.”
Paige erupts into laughter, bending over in amusement before regaining her composure. “She might, but she means no harm, I promise,” she says, her expression turning more earnest. “You might have to swing by and show us some moves.”
“Hmm, I might just have to do that,” you reply with a smile.
Paige rubs her hands together awkwardly. “Well, I'll let you go. I don't want to hold you back any longer. I'll definitely text you.”
You nod, “I'll look forward to a white shirt”
She smiles before excusing herself. As you go about your way, you can't help but glance back, only to find the blonde has beaten you to it, snapping her eyes away from you in an instant.
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The next morning breezes by in a blur. You manage your early classes and decide to take the afternoon off, indulging in a leisurely lounge session that rivals the pace of a sloth. Despite knowing you should probably get moving, the mere thought of tackling errands or practicing feels like an insurmountable task.
You flop onto your back on the carpeted floor, idly gazing at the ceiling until the tranquil silence is abruptly shattered by the muffled buzzing of your phone. With a lazy stretch, you reach for your phone, glancing at the notification.
One text message.
Sitting up, you unlock your phone.
‘Hey! It's Paige. You know, the girl who spilled coffee on you? Yeah, you probably remember that. Anyway… I cleaned your shirt, and I promise it's good as new. Do you want me to swing by your place or are you cool with coming over here?’
Your fingers move instinctively, typing a response before you even fully process it. After all, if THE Paige Bueckers was extending an invitation to her place, who were you to refuse?
‘I don't mind coming over there.’
Three bubbles appear in the corner of the screen.
‘Great! My room is 12C. Just drop by whenever you want.’
‘Alright, I'll be over in a few minutes.’
‘Perfect, I'll be waiting for you.’
You toss your phone aside, feeling an unexpected surge of energy coursing through you. Where it comes from, you're not entirely sure, but you're certainly not going to question it. Not when it propels you onto your feet in a heartbeat.
Without pausing to overthink, you head for a quick shower, ensuring you look somewhat presentable before getting dressed. There's a pitifully evident spring in your step as you make your way to her room, clutching her freshly washed shirt against your body.
However, all semblance of confidence evaporates upon coming face to face with the blue door, 12C stamped at the top. One. Two. Three seconds pass, and you find yourself rooted in place, your arm trembling slightly before dropping back down.
“Shit…” you mutter, suddenly feeling more self-conscious. But you gather your resolve and decide to just go for it.
Almost instantly, you hear shuffling from behind the door, accompanied by distant thuds before it creaks open. Two brown eyes peer out, catching you off guard. You barely have time to process before she gasps, almost comically.
“Oh my god, you're the coffee girl, aren't you?” The girl, whom you now recognize as KK, swings the door open wider, smiling like a child.
“Um… yeah, that's me,” you reply, scratching the back of your neck and holding up Paige's shirt. “I'm just here for a simple exchange.”
“Girl, come on in,” KK drawls, gesturing for you to enter. “She's down the hall to the left.”
“Thanks,” you chuckle.
It's pretty wild how much they're trusting you, but at this point, does it even matter?
You make your way down to what you presume is Paige’s room, rapping lightly on the door.
Paige answers swiftly, her attention seemingly elsewhere. “Kk, I swear to go—” Her gaze lands on you, and her eyes widen abruptly, words faltering. “Oh, my bad. Thought you were that airhead.”
“Hey!” Kk's voice rings out from the other side of the dorm, prompting a giggle from you.
“Come in, come in. I didn’t realize you were here already,” Paige says, opening her door fully. She strides over to her bed, where a neatly folded white shirt rests on top.
“I like your cologne,” you blurt out before even thinking, immediately regretting your lack of filter. You scramble for an excuse as Paige turns to you, her expression unreadable. “I-I mean, your shirt… I'm assuming it was your cologne. It smelled nice.”
She smiles. “Really? I’m trying something new. Must've smelled better than the coffee, huh?”
You step closer to her, the distance between you diminishing. “Anything would be better than that, to be honest. Imagine dancing while drenched in coffee.”
Paige winces, stepping nearer to you. She extends your shirt towards you. “Yeah, sorry about that again. But don't worry, I made sure it was all gone.”
Taking a moment to really take her in, you absorb every detail you may have missed in your earlier rushed encounter. The way her eyes sparkle, the curve of her smile, the subtle flex of her arms. It's almost overwhelming for your heart to handle.
“Here. I washed yours too.”
“Aww, you didn't have to,” she reply with a cheeky grin. “Now I owe you again.”
“I'm always up for some food,” you shrug, though you don't really mean it. “A broke college student will take what they can get.”
“Deal,” Paige says, her tone shifting slightly more serious. “We could even go now if you want.”
“Wow, didn't expect you to actually say yes. I mean, aren't you like… a celebrity or something around here?” you comment, feeling a mix of surprise and flattery.
Paige shrugs, a smirk playing on her lips. “What, are you worried they'll mistake us for a couple or something?”
“W-what? No…” you stutter, feeling your cheeks flush at the mere suggestion.
“I'm just messing,” she says, turning her head expectantly, her gaze soft yet playful.
It seems to effortlessly dismantle whatever defenses you had put up. “Fine,” you relent, smiling as Paige's face instantly lights up.
“Sweet. Hold on, let me grab my stuff,” she says, brushing past you, leaving you standing awkwardly in the middle of her room. You shift on the balls of your feet until…
“Psst!” Your head snaps towards the doorway as KK looks positively gleeful, biting her finger to stifle a laugh. “You're still gonna dance with me, right? Don't go flaking out.”
“Of course I am. And I’m going to beat you with all those TikTok dances,” you retort, a playful spark between the two of you.
KK gasps dramatically, clutching her shirt. “As if!”
“Alright, KK,” Paige interjects, returning from wherever she went, patting KK on the shoulder with a tad too much strength, causing the smaller guard to wince. “That’s enough.”
You catch the shift in Paige's tone, and she shrugs softly once she notices your gaze on her. “Let’s go?”
You nod and follow closely behind, but not before whispering a quick, “It's still on,” to KK, chuckling as her mouth hangs open in silent protest.
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hey girly pop! love your stuff! what do you think about paige x professional dancer fic? ily!!
Hey anon! Thanks for the love! I'm glad you like what I put out on here.
So funny story. I had planned to keep the story short and sweet, but my brain completely over did it and I ended up with multiple parts.
So enjoy!
Steps and Swishes
Part 1
Part 2 (coming soon...)
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I just saw that Nika and Geno tiktok...and my god. Can't believe she's actually leaving.
Who's gonna comfort me 🫠
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could you do paige with either a black gf or a volleyball player gf hcs??
Paige x Volleyball player!gf HCs
a/n: I've had this idea in the drafts for quite a bit of time. So glad you sparked my mind to finally finish it
Bit of background about you two ig:
What first stood out to Paige about you was the ability to absolutely spike the ball with an insane amount of power. The first time she saw you play she was with KK because they were both oh so bored on their free day. Next thing she knew you were elevating off the floor and slamming your palm against the ball with an insane amount of strength. They both let out a synched “DAMN” as the ball quickly made its way down to the floor with a resounding bang. One after the other, she was literally left with her jaw on the floor at how good you were and how you were able to carry the team to a flawless victory.
She definitely went home and searched all of your highlights, slowly being more and more captivated by how high you could jump and how fast you could react to get some saves. After that, she would literally make up the stupidest excuses to just see you absolutely dominate on the court.
Noticing her growing attendance, fans began to joke around on the internet (with pics and vids). You take notice of this. Especially on how she cheered extra hard whenever you helped on scoring a point.
Funny enough I think you two would meet in the library. She would pass you and the look on her face is hilarious (something between a mix of amazement, shock, and something else). She tries to stop the absolute sound of excitement that she wants to let out.
"Dude, you’re an awesome player.” She says, smiling super bright.
"Well if it isn’t my biggest fan” You tease. “But are you serious? You’re the cool one here.”
You both continue to absolutely geek out about one another and compliment the other's play style. It’s then that you find out that she absolutely loves when you spike.
You both get closer after one particular game where your famous strong spikes literally sealed the deal for the team to win. After a particularly impressive spike she literally jumped while screaming as loud as she could and you couldn't even deny that trying to ignore a tall blonde jumping erratically up and down was getting harder after each game. So you just turned towards her and pointed to mess with her. It worked though cuz Paige went absolutely crazy.
After that, you two started talking some more and you even started showing your face to some of her basketball games. And she asked you out after one of her hard games, caught up in the high of the game. You two immediately become the school's hottest topic after it.
Some actually normal HCs:
She absolutely is your biggest fan. No one ever cheers louder for you than Paige Bueckers.
Is eager to learn how to set for you so that she can help you with your spikes. Like seeing it first hand because it makes her feel so starstruck seeing it first hand.
Absolutely loves to play beach volleyball with you. Idk why she just seems like it.
Lovesssss to see you in your uniform. Especially with those shorts. Makes her go crazy.
Goes nuts when you react fast and save the ball. "YEAH BABY! YOU SHOW EM HOW ITS DONE!"
Will 100% challenge you to a 1v1 but immediately regret it as she watches you jump to slam the ball. “Chill! You're gonna kill me if you do that.”
She loves to learn and break down each set with you. Especially if you tell her it helps you better your game. And vise versa. You love to watch her games and hear her break down her own playing.
Outside of sports and school, Paige will literally show you off to everyone (like imagine a family Christmas party and she's literally holding someone hostage while showing them you play. “Isn't she awesome? I mean just look at her!").
Acts like a concerned mother whenever you fall one too many times in a game while diving to save the ball from touching the ground.
Loves it when you wink or smile in her direction while you're playing. It actually drives her a little crazy.
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Me next.
18+
don’t think about nika on top kissing your neck. her left hand holds the side of your neck while squeezing it sometimes. she sucks and bites your soft skin making you let out a moan and buck up your hips. nika laughs against your skin, “so needy baby.” she pulls away and stares down with her lips plump and her hair a mess from your fingers pulling on it. her necklace hangs over your face while she grinds her hips hitting the right spot, “wanna make you feel good.”
my first time writing her & i don’t know how i feel about posting it
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Post loss Paige hc
a/n: This has been in my drafts for a bit. Fair warning this was my way to cope with the Uconn vs Iowa game so yeah… Sad hours. Also sorry for going MIA. I just can’t seem to write anything lately :/ also this is not edited so there might be some mistakes
After a tough loss, Paige really tries her hardest to act tough, especially with all the freshmen around looking up to her and the media. But at the end of the day she’s human and she just needs to release her feelings. You feel good that Paige trusts you enough to show this otherwise hidden side of herself.
You remember the nights after the Uconn team fell just a little short of winning where she would collapse on the floor, uniform still on, and just break into silent tears. You searched for her everywhere and once you finally found her the only thing you could think of doing is just offer a silent embrace, knowing that your words wouldn’t help. She holds on to you like a lifeline, holding and pulling you closer and her sobs get a little louder.
She breaks down in your arms and she can’t stop replaying all the errors she committed in the game in her head. You know this because every now and then she’ll just grab the sides of her head and groan or she'll just rant about all the dumb little mistakes that added up.
Paige gets shockingly weak after a loss, wincing from even the slightest movement she does. It’s like her body flares up from even the slightest touch. You have to basically help her walk off the stadium, offering your shoulder to lean on. When you get some alone time with her she constantly asks you to just take care of her. Whether it’s giving her a sweet massage or putting ice on the sore parts of her body or even helping her wash up because she’s just too tired, Paige is eternally grateful for you bc you just take such good care.
She falls asleep instantly after getting to her dorm room but she doesn’t stay down for too long. She’s constantly tossing and turning and groaning around in the bed. She gets up for water, sits down, walks around but nothing works to get her calm. These nights are long for her but she knows she has you when she needs help to calm down and she knows you would never turn her down. Paige apologizes and you constantly have to remind her that you don’t mind bc of course you get what she’s feeling.
Paige literally just needs to be in your arms without speaking. She instantly melts if you just caress her.
The morning after a loss is slow and quiet. Paige is puffy from the crying and her movements are pretty sluggish. But that’s when she’s the clingiest. Like she’ll just want to spend the whole day in bed with you.
You constantly have to stop her from going straight back into the gym. She’s super stubborn about it but you constantly have to remind her that she needs to at least recover. She'll turn into a huge baby about it but gives up at the end, knowing that it's probably best for her to rest.
After a few days or maybe just a few hours, she’ll slowly start to regain herself back. To pay you back from all the help you bring to her when she’s at her lowest, she’ll basically smother you with kisses and hugs and gifts and dates while constantly reminding you that she loves you.
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KATE MARTIN??!
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I’ve been fantasizing about Kate so here are my head cannons just cuz I feel like sharing
• she loves foreplay and kissing. Like she could spend an hour kissing and fingering before all the clothes start coming off. Neck kisses, soft bites and praise
• she’s mostly a bottom but when she tops she’s a soft top. She’s totally a munch. Spends as much time as you want her to between your thighs and loves when you sit on her face.
• she’s mostly on the vanilla side, but if you ask for something she’d be happy to try it if it’ll make you feel good. Like she’d never be the one to suggest using the strap, she’d use it if you ask her to. She still enjoys rough sex to an extent but there’s a limit for her. She wouldn’t be able to spank you too hard or anything like that
• Positions she uses the strap in: missionary is for sure her favorite, loves when you ride her, loves running her hands over your ass, back and shoulders on the occasion you do it in doggy (sometimes pulls your hair)
• when you top her Kate is a little shy receiving but she loves every second of it. She doesn’t moan too loudly. Likes being fingered and eaten out but also loves when you use a vibrator and kiss her at the same time
• her kinks are praise, neck kissing (giving and receiving), likes it when you’re loud, loves when you wear lingerie for her and loves to buy it for you, edging you, phone sex, sensual massages with warm body oil
•toys you use together: The strap, vibrators
😵💫
Wowowow anon.
Kate come back the kids miss you 🧎♀️
#wcbb#women's basketball#kate martin#iowa hawkeyes#iowa wbb#kate martin x reader#anon#anon submission
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This is my official request to put a mic in the locker room during halftime bc WHAT did coach Stayle say to that team my goodness . They woke up during Q3
#wcbb#women's basketball#iowa hawkeyes#iowa wbb#south carolina wcbb#south carolina gamecocks#dawn staley
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Biggest flex? Almost getting the score right for the natty. Like WHAT
#wcbb#women's basketball#iowa hawkeyes#iowa wbb#south carolina#south carolina wcbb#dawn staley#caitlin clark#kate martin#kamilla cardoso#paige bueckers
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Nika Muhl I miss you already baby
#caitlin Clark just scored 18 mf points in Q1 while she only scored 21 the whole game with my Croatian queen guarding her.
#wcbb#women's basketball#iowa hawkeyes#iowa wbb#uconn huskies#uconn wbb#nika muhl#kate martin#paige bueckers
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Tessa Johnson 🤝 Kk Arnold
Clowning their teammates with questions with a tiny mic
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On the bright side. Heyyy Sarah Strong. Welcome to the fam.
Azzi, Paige, and Sarah is DEADLY
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