I write women's basketball fanfiction wlw

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[kkandazzi]

I write for wlw only as I am a lesbian and I don't write x oc and I don't write smut for real people

Fluff , Angst , Hurt/Comfort , Dead Dove If something does not fall under the examples just ask and I consider whether I do it or not.

I will always keep my works with the warnings so that everyone knows what they are about to read.

I write for women's basketball 🏀

my requests are open 🔓

Dallas wings masterlist

Uconn wbb masterlist

[kkandazzi]

It’s Sonia Citron

I kept misspelling her last name . I apologize but could you do Sonia for the Clark ask ? Please thank you !

Yeah absolutely I can

I will start writing tomorrow hopefully

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Hello could you maybe do a Caitlin Clark x reader ?

Reader is a soccer player for the USA women’s team, so they have a friendly match in the states. Where they all are able to make it. Where Caitlin and her family or teammates attend.

During the game its physical, readers keeps getting fouled. The mood shifts to worried but also upset considering, refs didn’t speak up. Reader is going for the ball, when the opposing player gets her foot up and connects straight with readers face. A packed stadium gets quiet, and that’s when the reality hits Caitlin the most

I'm so sorry but I will never write for her There are a lot of things I do not like about her nor do I support I hope you understand I can write for a different player but for right now I don't write for Caitlin Clark or Sophie Cunningham

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Updating my masterlist tomorrow at some point

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What We Lost, What We Still Have - Paige Bueckers x Female Reader ❤️➡️💙

The first time you got pregnant, Paige Bueckers cried harder than you did.

Not because you weren't emotional.

You absolutely were.

But Paige?

Paige looked at the positive pregnancy test like someone had handed her the entire world.

"Oh my God," she whispered shakily, staring at the test in her hands. "Oh my God."

Then she immediately dropped to her knees in front of you laughing and crying at the same time while wrapping both arms around your waist.

"We're having a baby?"

Her voice cracked saying it.

You smiled through tears while brushing your fingers through her hair.

"We're having a baby."

Paige kissed your stomach before there was even anything there yet.

Completely gone already.

And honestly?

She was the happiest you'd ever seen her.

At that point, she'd already completed her rookie year with the Dallas Wings.

You'd gotten married not long after the draft.

Quietly.

Privately.

Just family and close friends.

Then came IVF.

Appointments.

Hormones.

Hope.

Fear.

And when it finally worked?

Paige genuinely thought life couldn't get more beautiful than this.

She downloaded parenting apps immediately.

Read baby books during flights.

Started talking to your stomach at like six weeks pregnant.

"Baby's definitely gonna hoop," Paige said confidently one night while laying beside you.

You laughed softly. "The baby is the size of a blueberry."

"And?"

Then everything changed.

Three months into the pregnancy, you miscarried.

And it shattered both of you.

Paige had dealt with injuries before.

Pressure.

Losses.

Pain.

But nothing prepared her for that hospital room.

Nothing prepared her for holding your hand while both of you silently realized the future you'd already started imagining was suddenly gone.

Afterward, the apartment became painfully quiet.

Too quiet.

Paige tried being strong for you.

You tried being strong for her.

But grief made both of you lonely in ways neither of you knew how to explain.

Some days Paige threw herself into basketball because it was the only thing that still made sense.

Other days she barely spoke at all.

You'd catch her staring at the empty second bedroom sometimes before quickly looking away when she realized you noticed.

It strained your marriage.

Not because the love disappeared.

Actually the opposite.

You both loved each other so much that hurting together became overwhelming.

Still-

Neither of you gave up.

Therapy helped.

Time helped a little.

Learning how to grieve together instead of separately helped most.

And slowly, over the next year, your marriage found its footing again.

Not exactly the same as before.

But stronger in quieter ways.

Softer.

More intentional.

So eventually-

You decided to try again.

The second pregnancy happened during Paige's second year in Dallas.

And when you told her, Paige smiled immediately.

But this time?

The excitement looked different.

Smaller.

Careful.

Like she was afraid to hold happiness too tightly.

You noticed it immediately.

Still, she tried.

She really did.

She came to appointments.

Bought prenatal vitamins.

Checked on you constantly at first.

But underneath all of it, fear quietly started consuming her.

Because every milestone reminded Paige of the pregnancy you lost.

Every doctor appointment made her chest tighten.

Every conversation about the future suddenly felt dangerous.

And without even realizing it-

She started pulling away.

Not because she didn't love you.

God, she loved you desperately.

But Paige was terrified.

Terrified to lose another baby.

Terrified to watch you suffer again.

Terrified of letting herself fully believe this pregnancy was real.

So instead of confronting those fears-

She avoided them.

Spent longer hours at practice.

Stayed late watching film.

Volunteered for extra workouts.

Anything to keep her mind busy.

And at first, you understood.

You did.

But eventually the loneliness became unbearable.

Because you were pregnant.

Emotional.

Scared too.

And your wife barely seemed present anymore.

One night finally broke you.

Paige came home close to midnight after staying late at the practice facility again.

You were sitting alone on the couch wrapped in a blanket when she walked in.

Her face softened immediately.

"Baby, why are you still awake?"

You looked at her quietly for a long moment.

Then finally whispered:

"I think I want a break."

Paige physically froze.

"...What?"

Tears filled your eyes immediately.

"I feel alone all the time."

"Baby-"

"You're barely here anymore, Paige."

The guilt hit instantly because part of her already knew you were right.

"I'm trying," she whispered weakly.

"No," you said shakily. "You're avoiding me."

That hurt because it was true.

Paige sat down slowly across from you looking completely devastated now.

"I'm scared," she admitted finally.

Your expression softened slightly.

And suddenly everything poured out of her at once.

"The first time we were so happy," Paige whispered through tears. "And then it was just gone."

Your heart broke hearing the fear in her voice.

"I know it's not your fault," Paige continued quickly. "I know that. I know that logically but every time I let myself get excited again I just keep thinking something bad is gonna happen."

You started crying too then.

Because finally-

Finally-

She was saying it out loud.

But it still didn't erase how abandoned you felt.

"I need my wife," you whispered painfully. "And you haven't been here."

That completely broke her.

Because Paige never wanted to become another source of pain for you.

Never.

So that night, after hours of crying and talking in circles emotionally exhausted, Paige quietly packed a bag and left to give you space.

Which was how she ended up sleeping miserably on Azzi Fudd's couch.

Azzi took one look at her the next morning and sighed.

"You look terrible."

Paige groaned into the couch cushion. "Thank you."

"No seriously," Azzi continued while handing her coffee. "You look like a Victorian child with tuberculosis."

Normally Paige would laugh.

Today she just looked exhausted.

Azzi sat beside her quietly then.

"What happened?"

And eventually-

Paige told her everything.

The miscarriage.

The fear.

The distance.

The break.

Azzi listened silently the entire time.

Then when Paige finally stopped talking, Azzi looked at her very seriously.

"You know you're screwing this up, right?"

Paige flinched slightly.

Because she expected comfort.

Not honesty.

"I'm scared," Paige admitted quietly.

"I know," Azzi said softer this time. "But she's scared too."

Paige looked down immediately.

Azzi sighed before continuing.

"You think disappearing protects her?" she asked gently. "Because from what you're describing, it sounds like she's grieving this pregnancy alone while her wife hides in a gym."

That one hurt.

Badly.

Because it was true.

Azzi leaned back against the couch.

"You love her more than basketball," she said simply. "So act like it."

Paige covered her face with her hands immediately.

"She thinks I don't care anymore."

Azzi looked horrified. "Paige."

Her voice softened again.

"She knows you love her," Azzi said quietly. "But love still has to show up."

Tears filled Paige's eyes instantly.

Because somewhere along the way, fear made her forget that.

Azzi stood up afterward while tossing Paige her car keys.

"Now get off my couch."

Paige blinked up at her weakly.

"...That's the emotional support speech?"

Azzi pointed toward the door.

"Go get your wife back."

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Ok so I originally wrote this to Just have a single part but since I've gotten some requests for a part 2 I will write it but will upload this next week if I'm free

[kkandazzi]

The Worst Kept Secret In Dallas - Jessica Shepard x Female Reader 💙

When you and Jessica Shepard started dating, you weren't worried about the team finding out.

Actually, the Dallas Wings found out pretty quickly.

And honestly?

Nobody cared.

Jessica was happy.

You were happy.

The team loved both of you.

The problem wasn't the team knowing.

The problem was that the team couldn't keep a secret to save their lives.

"Please don't tell anyone," Jessica had said after finally confirming your relationship to the locker room.

Every single teammate nodded seriously.

"Of course."

"We got you."

"Your secret is safe with us."

Jessica should've known better.

The first leak happened less than twenty-four hours later.

One teammate accidentally referred to you as Jessica's girlfriend while talking to another player from a different team before immediately covering her mouth.

The other player blinked.

"Jessica's what?"

The teammate panicked.

"NOBODY."

Jessica nearly threw her water bottle across the locker room when she heard about it.

Then came the road trips.

And somehow things got worse.

You and Jessica would be sitting together on the team bus when a teammate would loudly yell—

"LOOK AT JESSICA BEING ALL CUTE WITH HER GIRLFRIEND."

The entire bus would turn and stare.

Jessica would bury her face in her hands.

Meanwhile, you would be laughing so hard you couldn't help.

"You guys are impossible."

"We know."

And they really were.

One assistant coach was somehow even worse.

During film one afternoon, the coach accidentally referred to you as Jessica's better half.

The entire room froze.

The coach froze.

Jessica slowly lowered her notebook.

"...Coach."

The coach pointed immediately.

"That never happened."

"It absolutely happened."

"Forget it happened."

Nobody forgot.

Especially not the team.

The teasing only got worse.

Every time Jessica had a good game, somebody blamed you.

Jessica finishes with a double-double?

"Must've gotten a good morning text."

Jessica grabs fifteen rebounds?

"Relationship buff."

Jessica hits a clutch shot?

"Love is real."

The coaching staff eventually stopped correcting anybody.

One game became legendary within the organization.

You were sitting courtside after finishing your own obligations for the day.

Jessica spotted you during warmups and smiled.

That was it.

Just smiled.

Unfortunately one of her teammates noticed.

"Oh no."

Jessica looked over.

"What?"

"She saw her girlfriend."

"So?"

The teammate sighed dramatically.

"She's about to have twenty rebounds."

Jessica rolled her eyes.

Then proceeded to have one of the best games of the season.

The locker room afterward was unbearable.

"We're telling science."

"There's statistical evidence now."

"Coach, check the numbers."

Jessica threatened to leave.

The coach was laughing too hard to stop them.

The final straw happened during a media day.

The relationship wasn't public.

At least not officially.

The team had managed to avoid directly telling reporters.

Mostly.

But they were hanging on by a thread.

Then one teammate got interviewed.

The reporter asked a completely unrelated question.

And somehow the teammate answered:

"Jessica's been in a really good mood lately because of her girlfriend."

Silence.

The teammate froze.

The reporter froze.

Everyone froze.

The media manager nearly passed out.

Back in the practice facility, Jessica received approximately fourteen text messages in under a minute.

One from the coach.

One from the media team.

Three from teammates apologizing.

And one from you.

Apparently the team has one job.

Jessica immediately called you.

"You heard?"

You were laughing too hard to answer.

"They lasted three months, Jess."

"It wasn't even the question they asked!"

That somehow made you laugh harder.

A few days later, the team held a completely serious meeting.

Or at least it started serious.

The coach stood in front of everyone.

"We need to stop accidentally talking about Jessica's relationship."

Everyone nodded.

Very professional.

Very mature.

Then somebody raised their hand.

"Can we still blame her girlfriend when she has a good game?"

The room erupted.

Jessica stood up immediately.

"I'm requesting a trade."

"You love us."

Unfortunately, they were right.

Because as embarrassing as it was, the team genuinely cared.

They loved seeing Jessica happy.

They loved seeing you around.

And while they were absolutely terrible at keeping secrets—

They meant well.

At least that was what Jessica reminded herself when she walked into practice one morning and found a whiteboard that read:

Days Since Someone Accidentally Mentioned Jessica's Girlfriend: 0

Jessica stared at it.

Then looked at the team.

The team looked away suspiciously.

You, meanwhile, were laughing so hard you nearly fell out of your chair.

And honestly?

At that point, Jessica couldn't help laughing too.

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Too Late To Call? - Azzi Fudd x Female Reader ❤️

"You knew what you were choosing."

Those were the last words you said to Azzi Fudd before walking out of her apartment with tears running down your face and your overnight bag hanging from your shoulder.

And honestly?

That sentence haunted her for months afterward.

Because you were right.

She had chosen.

Not another girl.

Not fame.

Not intentionally even.

She chose basketball.

Again.

And again.

And again.

At first, neither of you noticed it happening.

When Azzi got drafted into the WNBA, everything moved fast.

Too fast.

Training camp.

Media obligations.

Travel.

Interviews.

Brand deals.

Pressure from every direction.

Especially as a rookie trying to prove herself at the professional level after years of expectations following her career.

You tried to understand.

God, you tried.

You supported her through everything.

Late-night phone calls after practices.

Watching games no matter how exhausted you were from your own life.

Flying out to see her when you could.

You never asked her to choose between you and basketball.

You just wanted to still matter too.

But slowly-

You stopped fitting into her schedule.

"Can I call you later?"

"I'm exhausted, baby."

"I promise I'll make it up to you."

Eventually those promises stopped sounding real.

The worst part?

Azzi noticed it happening.

She did.

Every missed call made guilt twist in her chest.

Every disappointed look on your face after she canceled plans again chipped away at her.

But every time she tried fixing it, basketball demanded more.

And Azzi had spent her whole life being taught one thing:

Sacrifice everything for the game.

So she did.

Even when it started costing her you.

The final fight happened after one of her away games.

You'd flown in to surprise her after not seeing her for almost a month.

You sat alone in her apartment for hours waiting while she got stuck doing media and team obligations after the game.

By the time she finally walked through the door close to midnight, exhausted and emotionally drained, you were already crying.

Azzi's face fell instantly.

"Baby-"

"I can't keep begging for scraps of your attention."

The words hit like a punch.

Azzi dropped her bag immediately. "That's not fair."

"Not fair?" you laughed bitterly. "Azzi, I barely talk to you anymore."

"I'm trying."

"I know you are."

That was the problem.

You knew she was trying.

But basketball still came first every single time.

"I just need time to adjust," Azzi whispered desperately.

"And what happens when basketball always needs something from you?" your voice cracked. "Where do I fit then?"

Azzi opened her mouth.

Then stopped.

Because she didn't have an answer.

And honestly?

That silence told you everything.

Tears filled your eyes instantly.

"You knew what you were choosing."

Azzi still remembered how broken your voice sounded saying it.

Then you left.

And suddenly the apartment felt unbearably empty.

-

After the breakup, Azzi tried throwing herself even harder into basketball.

Maybe if she stayed busy enough, the ache in her chest would disappear.

It didn't.

If anything?

It got worse.

Because everything reminded her of you.

Your hoodie still hanging over her couch.

Songs you used to play in the car.

The coffee order permanently memorized in her head.

Even stupid little things.

Like reaching for her phone after games before remembering there was nobody waiting for her call anymore.

Her teammates noticed the difference too.

Azzi became quieter.

More withdrawn.

Still professional.

Still talented.

Still working constantly.

But the lightness she usually carried disappeared.

One night after practice, Paige finally cornered her.

"You gonna talk about it?"

Azzi kept tying and retying her shoelace silently.

"There's nothing to talk about."

Paige gave her a look.

"You look miserable."

Azzi laughed humorlessly. "Thanks."

"I'm serious." Paige sat beside her quietly. "You miss her."

That nearly broke her.

Because missing you wasn't even a strong enough word anymore.

Azzi felt like she'd cut out a piece of herself.

And the worst part?

She did it willingly.

Not because she stopped loving you.

But because she convinced herself there would always be time later.

Later to fix things.

Later to slow down.

Later to love you properly.

Except later never came.

And now she genuinely believed she lost you forever.

So months passed.

Painfully.

Silently.

Until one random night in Dallas, Azzi sat alone in her apartment after a road trip staring at your contact again.

She had done this hundreds of times already.

Typed messages.

Deleted them.

Started calls.

Hung up before it rang.

Because what right did she have anymore?

She was the one who let you walk away.

Then her thumb accidentally brushed against an old photo.

You.

Half asleep wearing one of her hoodies while smiling at something off camera.

Azzi physically felt her chest ache.

And suddenly the fear of never speaking to you again became worse than the fear of rejection.

So before she could stop herself-

She called.

The ringing nearly killed her.

One ring.

Two.

Three.

Then-

"...Hello?"

Your voice.

Soft.

Sleepy.

Real.

Azzi closed her eyes instantly.

For a second she couldn't even speak.

Because after months of silence, hearing you again felt devastating.

"Azzi?"

Your voice sounded more awake now.

And cautious.

God, she hated that cautiousness.

It used to be comfort.

Now it was distance.

"Hi," she whispered finally.

Silence filled the line for a few seconds.

Then quietly:

"Why are you calling?"

The question was fair.

Painfully fair.

Azzi swallowed hard.

"I miss you."

Your breathing caught slightly through the phone.

And that tiny sound alone nearly shattered her completely.

"You can't say things like that anymore," you whispered.

"I know."

Another silence.

Then finally Azzi admitted the thing she'd been avoiding for months.

"I thought if I worked hard enough... if I gave basketball everything..." her voice cracked softly, "I thought eventually things would settle down and I could fix us after."

You stayed quiet.

"I didn't realize I was losing you while it was happening."

That hurt to hear.

Because part of you had waited so long for her to finally understand.

And now that she did?

It almost felt cruel.

"I loved you through all of it," you whispered shakily. "Even when you stopped showing up for me."

Azzi pressed her hand over her eyes immediately.

"I know."

"And that's what hurt the most."

Every word felt deserved.

Because it was.

Azzi took a shaky breath.

"I don't expect you to forgive me," she admitted quietly. "I just... I needed you to know that choosing basketball over you is the biggest regret of my life."

Silence.

Long silence.

Then finally-

Very softly-

"Why now?"

Azzi looked around the empty apartment.

The silence.

The loneliness.

The success that somehow meant less without you there to share it with.

And answered honestly.

"Because none of this feels worth it without you anymore."

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What We Lost, What We Still Have - Paige Bueckers x Female Reader ❤️➡️💙

The first time you got pregnant, Paige Bueckers cried harder than you did.

Not because you weren't emotional.

You absolutely were.

But Paige?

Paige looked at the positive pregnancy test like someone had handed her the entire world.

"Oh my God," she whispered shakily, staring at the test in her hands. "Oh my God."

Then she immediately dropped to her knees in front of you laughing and crying at the same time while wrapping both arms around your waist.

"We're having a baby?"

Her voice cracked saying it.

You smiled through tears while brushing your fingers through her hair.

"We're having a baby."

Paige kissed your stomach before there was even anything there yet.

Completely gone already.

And honestly?

She was the happiest you'd ever seen her.

At that point, she'd already completed her rookie year with the Dallas Wings.

You'd gotten married not long after the draft.

Quietly.

Privately.

Just family and close friends.

Then came IVF.

Appointments.

Hormones.

Hope.

Fear.

And when it finally worked?

Paige genuinely thought life couldn't get more beautiful than this.

She downloaded parenting apps immediately.

Read baby books during flights.

Started talking to your stomach at like six weeks pregnant.

"Baby's definitely gonna hoop," Paige said confidently one night while laying beside you.

You laughed softly. "The baby is the size of a blueberry."

"And?"

Then everything changed.

Three months into the pregnancy, you miscarried.

And it shattered both of you.

Paige had dealt with injuries before.

Pressure.

Losses.

Pain.

But nothing prepared her for that hospital room.

Nothing prepared her for holding your hand while both of you silently realized the future you'd already started imagining was suddenly gone.

Afterward, the apartment became painfully quiet.

Too quiet.

Paige tried being strong for you.

You tried being strong for her.

But grief made both of you lonely in ways neither of you knew how to explain.

Some days Paige threw herself into basketball because it was the only thing that still made sense.

Other days she barely spoke at all.

You'd catch her staring at the empty second bedroom sometimes before quickly looking away when she realized you noticed.

It strained your marriage.

Not because the love disappeared.

Actually the opposite.

You both loved each other so much that hurting together became overwhelming.

Still-

Neither of you gave up.

Therapy helped.

Time helped a little.

Learning how to grieve together instead of separately helped most.

And slowly, over the next year, your marriage found its footing again.

Not exactly the same as before.

But stronger in quieter ways.

Softer.

More intentional.

So eventually-

You decided to try again.

The second pregnancy happened during Paige's second year in Dallas.

And when you told her, Paige smiled immediately.

But this time?

The excitement looked different.

Smaller.

Careful.

Like she was afraid to hold happiness too tightly.

You noticed it immediately.

Still, she tried.

She really did.

She came to appointments.

Bought prenatal vitamins.

Checked on you constantly at first.

But underneath all of it, fear quietly started consuming her.

Because every milestone reminded Paige of the pregnancy you lost.

Every doctor appointment made her chest tighten.

Every conversation about the future suddenly felt dangerous.

And without even realizing it-

She started pulling away.

Not because she didn't love you.

God, she loved you desperately.

But Paige was terrified.

Terrified to lose another baby.

Terrified to watch you suffer again.

Terrified of letting herself fully believe this pregnancy was real.

So instead of confronting those fears-

She avoided them.

Spent longer hours at practice.

Stayed late watching film.

Volunteered for extra workouts.

Anything to keep her mind busy.

And at first, you understood.

You did.

But eventually the loneliness became unbearable.

Because you were pregnant.

Emotional.

Scared too.

And your wife barely seemed present anymore.

One night finally broke you.

Paige came home close to midnight after staying late at the practice facility again.

You were sitting alone on the couch wrapped in a blanket when she walked in.

Her face softened immediately.

"Baby, why are you still awake?"

You looked at her quietly for a long moment.

Then finally whispered:

"I think I want a break."

Paige physically froze.

"...What?"

Tears filled your eyes immediately.

"I feel alone all the time."

"Baby-"

"You're barely here anymore, Paige."

The guilt hit instantly because part of her already knew you were right.

"I'm trying," she whispered weakly.

"No," you said shakily. "You're avoiding me."

That hurt because it was true.

Paige sat down slowly across from you looking completely devastated now.

"I'm scared," she admitted finally.

Your expression softened slightly.

And suddenly everything poured out of her at once.

"The first time we were so happy," Paige whispered through tears. "And then it was just gone."

Your heart broke hearing the fear in her voice.

"I know it's not your fault," Paige continued quickly. "I know that. I know that logically but every time I let myself get excited again I just keep thinking something bad is gonna happen."

You started crying too then.

Because finally-

Finally-

She was saying it out loud.

But it still didn't erase how abandoned you felt.

"I need my wife," you whispered painfully. "And you haven't been here."

That completely broke her.

Because Paige never wanted to become another source of pain for you.

Never.

So that night, after hours of crying and talking in circles emotionally exhausted, Paige quietly packed a bag and left to give you space.

Which was how she ended up sleeping miserably on Azzi Fudd's couch.

Azzi took one look at her the next morning and sighed.

"You look terrible."

Paige groaned into the couch cushion. "Thank you."

"No seriously," Azzi continued while handing her coffee. "You look like a Victorian child with tuberculosis."

Normally Paige would laugh.

Today she just looked exhausted.

Azzi sat beside her quietly then.

"What happened?"

And eventually-

Paige told her everything.

The miscarriage.

The fear.

The distance.

The break.

Azzi listened silently the entire time.

Then when Paige finally stopped talking, Azzi looked at her very seriously.

"You know you're screwing this up, right?"

Paige flinched slightly.

Because she expected comfort.

Not honesty.

"I'm scared," Paige admitted quietly.

"I know," Azzi said softer this time. "But she's scared too."

Paige looked down immediately.

Azzi sighed before continuing.

"You think disappearing protects her?" she asked gently. "Because from what you're describing, it sounds like she's grieving this pregnancy alone while her wife hides in a gym."

That one hurt.

Badly.

Because it was true.

Azzi leaned back against the couch.

"You love her more than basketball," she said simply. "So act like it."

Paige covered her face with her hands immediately.

"She thinks I don't care anymore."

Azzi looked horrified. "Paige."

Her voice softened again.

"She knows you love her," Azzi said quietly. "But love still has to show up."

Tears filled Paige's eyes instantly.

Because somewhere along the way, fear made her forget that.

Azzi stood up afterward while tossing Paige her car keys.

"Now get off my couch."

Paige blinked up at her weakly.

"...That's the emotional support speech?"

Azzi pointed toward the door.

"Go get your wife back."

[kkandazzi]

you should lowkey turn that one shot into a series but azzi is secretly in love with paige and jealous of her sister but never admits it.

Thanks for this ask but I don't write ship posts I'm sorry

[kkandazzi]

More Than What They Said - Sue Bird x Female Reader ❤️➡️💙

You first met Sue Bird because of a Frisbee.

A very badly thrown Frisbee.

One second you were enjoying your day off at the park.

The next-

THWACK.

A Frisbee smacked directly into your shoulder.

"Ow!"

"Oh my God!"

You looked up to see a woman sprinting toward you looking absolutely horrified while two kids chased after her.

The woman immediately crouched beside you.

"Are you okay? I'm so sorry."

You rubbed your shoulder dramatically.

"Well, there goes my professional athlete career."

The woman laughed.

A really nice laugh.

The kind that instantly made you smile too.

"I promise I'm usually better at this," she said.

"Based on the evidence, I don't believe you."

The kids immediately pointed at her.

"She is!"

"Usually!"

The woman groaned.

"Thank you for the support, guys."

You laughed.

And somehow that turned into a conversation.

A surprisingly long conversation.

The woman introduced herself as Sue.

The kids were her niece and nephew.

You learned she lived nearby.

She learned you worked as a waitress at a small restaurant across town.

And before long, the two of you were sitting on your blankets talking while the kids played nearby.

The entire time, Sue seemed oddly nervous.

Which didn't make sense because she was clearly older, confident, and seemed like the type of person who never got nervous around anybody.

Finally, after nearly an hour, she cleared her throat.

"So..."

You looked at her.

"So?"

"Can I get your number?"

You blinked.

Sue immediately looked embarrassed.

"Wow, that sounded smoother in my head."

You laughed.

"At least you're honest."

"That's all I've got."

Against all logic, you gave her your number.

And the smile she gave you afterward was worth it.

-

The first date was amazing.

The second date was even better.

By the third date, you were already falling for her.

Sue was funny.

Thoughtful.

Patient.

She listened when you talked.

Remembered little details.

Asked questions.

Actually cared about the answers.

She never acted like she was above anyone.

Which mattered because your life wasn't glamorous.

You worked long shifts.

Lived in a small apartment.

Counted every dollar.

Meanwhile Sue seemed...

Well.

Successful.

Very successful.

You just didn't know how successful.

Because somehow, through several dates, it never came up.

Then one night at work, one of your coworkers nearly dropped a tray.

They were staring at a picture on your phone.

"Wait."

You looked up.

"What?"

The coworker pointed at your lock screen.

"Is that Sue Bird?"

"...Sue."

"THE Sue Bird?"

You frowned.

"The way you said that makes me think I should know who that is."

Your coworker looked horrified.

"You don't know who Sue Bird is?"

Apparently not.

The entire restaurant staff spent the next ten minutes educating you.

WNBA legend.

Olympic gold medals.

Championships.

One of the greatest basketball players ever.

You sat there completely stunned.

Then immediately called Sue afterward.

"You forgot to mention you're famous."

Sue laughed so hard she nearly choked.

"I didn't forget."

"You absolutely forgot."

"I didn't think it mattered."

That answer somehow made you love her even more.

Because she genuinely meant it.

-

A few months later, Sue finally posted a picture of the two of you online.

Nothing dramatic.

Just a cute picture from a walk together.

The caption was simple.

my favorite person ❤️

The support poured in instantly.

Friends.

Former teammates.

Fans.

Basketball players.

People genuinely happy seeing Sue happy.

But unfortunately not everyone was kind.

Some comments focused immediately on the age gap.

Others assumed you were only dating Sue because of her success.

Because of her money.

Because of her reputation.

And despite your best efforts, you started reading them.

Too much.

Eventually every nasty comment started echoing in your head.

"She's using her."

"Gold digger."

"She wouldn't be there if Sue wasn't rich."

The comments hurt because they couldn't have been further from the truth.

You fell in love with Sue before you even knew she was famous.

Before you knew about championships.

Before you knew about Olympic medals.

Before you knew anything about basketball.

You fell in love with the woman who accidentally hit you with a Frisbee and then spent an hour making sure you were okay.

But strangers didn't know that.

And eventually, the comments started affecting you more than you wanted to admit.

-

Three months into your relationship, Sue took you on a mall date.

At first everything seemed normal.

You walked around together.

Talked.

Window shopped.

Laughed.

But Sue noticed something was wrong almost immediately.

Every time she suggested going into a store, you found a reason not to.

Every time she picked something up for you to look at, you got uncomfortable.

Eventually she stopped walking.

"What is it?"

You forced a smile.

"Nothing."

Sue gave you a look.

The look.

The one that meant she already knew you were lying.

"Talk to me."

You looked away.

Then finally sighed.

"I don't want you thinking I'm with you for your money."

Sue's entire expression softened instantly.

"Oh."

The comments.

Of course.

You felt embarrassed admitting it.

"I can barely afford lunch some weeks," you whispered. "And you're... well..."

"Sue Bird?"

You laughed despite yourself.

"Exactly."

Sue gently took your hand.

Then guided you to a bench nearby.

For a few moments she just sat there holding your hand.

Then she spoke.

"Do you know what my favorite thing about our relationship is?"

You shook your head.

"You had no idea who I was."

You blinked.

"What?"

Sue smiled.

"When we met, you didn't know about the championships."

You laughed.

"Nope."

"The Olympic medals."

"Nope."

"The basketball career."

"Definitely not."

Sue squeezed your hand.

"You liked me before any of that."

Your eyes immediately started watering.

Because she sounded so certain.

So sincere.

"You liked the awkward woman who hit you with a Frisbee."

You laughed through your tears.

"You were very bad at Frisbee."

"I know."

"And your pickup line was terrible."

"It really was."

Sue smiled softly.

"But you stayed anyway."

The knot in your chest loosened immediately.

Because she was right.

You didn't fall for the famous athlete.

You fell for Sue.

And Sue had known that from the very beginning.

"You could work at a restaurant forever," Sue said quietly. "Or become a CEO tomorrow. It wouldn't change how I feel about you."

You looked at her.

"Really?"

"Really."

Then she kissed your forehead gently.

"And for the record?"

"What?"

Sue grinned.

"I'd still date you even if you were the worst waitress in America."

You gasped dramatically.

"I am an excellent waitress."

"Sure."

"Sue."

"I'm just saying the evidence is limited."

You shoved her shoulder.

She laughed.

And for the first time in weeks, the voices of strangers didn't seem nearly as loud as the woman sitting beside you.

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One Person Azzi Said No To-Paige Bueckers x Female Reader 💙

The first mistake Paige Bueckers made was telling Azzi Fudd her younger sister was pretty.

The second mistake?

Saying it while sitting directly beside her on the team plane for the Dallas Wings.

Azzi turned slowly in her seat like Paige had personally offended her ancestors.

"Excuse me?"

Paige immediately regretted everything.

Because honestly, it just slipped out.

Azzi had been scrolling through pictures on her phone during a road trip, showing Paige some family photos from back home between games.

And then suddenly-

There you were.

Pretty smile.

Soft eyes.

Wearing an oversized UConn hoodie in one picture while hugging Azzi.

Paige's brain stopped functioning instantly.

"She's pretty," Paige repeated before common sense could save her.

Azzi stared at her in horror.

"That's my sister."

Paige blinked once.

"...Right."

"My YOUNGER sister."

"She's twenty-two, not twelve."

"That's not helping your case."

Unfortunately for Azzi, Paige was already doomed.

And things only got worse when you visited Dallas for the first time a few weeks later.

Azzi invited you to one of the Wings games while you were on break from school at University of Connecticut.

Paige told herself she would act normal.

She failed immediately.

The second you walked into the practice facility beside Azzi, Paige forgot how conversations worked.

You were somehow exactly how Azzi described you.

Calm.

Funny without trying.

Easy to talk to.

And worst of all?

You didn't care that Paige was famous.

You teased her within fifteen minutes of meeting her.

"Azzi says you're dramatic after losses," you said casually while sipping your iced coffee.

Azzi immediately snorted.

Paige looked betrayed. "Wow. Okay."

"She said you once ignored everybody for two hours because someone blocked your shot."

"That was emotional processing."

You laughed softly.

And Paige was completely done for.

After that, she started finding excuses to talk to you constantly.

"Do you wanna come to practice?"

"You should sit with us for film."

"Can I show you around Dallas?"

Azzi noticed immediately.

And she hated it.

Not because she didn't trust Paige.

Actually, that was the problem.

Azzi trusted Paige with her life.

Through injuries.

Pressure.

The transition from college basketball to the WNBA.

That was her person.

Which was exactly why she felt protective.

Because you were her little sister.

And even though you were an adult fully capable of making your own choices-

Azzi still saw the little girl she grew up protecting.

So no.

She absolutely did not react well when Paige admitted she liked you.

"You cannot date my sister," Azzi said flatly one night after practice.

Paige blinked. "Why?"

"Because I said so."

"That's not a real answer."

Azzi looked genuinely stressed now.

"Paige."

"What?"

"That's my FAMILY."

Paige softened a little then.

Because she understood.

Really.

Azzi wasn't trying to control you.

She was scared.

Scared her best friend dating her sister could ruin everything if things went badly.

And honestly?

Paige couldn't even blame her for that.

Still, none of it stopped her from falling harder.

Especially once you started falling too.

It happened slowly.

Late-night FaceTimes after road games.

Paige bringing you coffee before your classes.

You sitting courtside at Wings games cheering louder for Paige than anyone else.

And somehow Paige became softer around you.

The version of her the public rarely saw.

Quiet.

Affectionate.

Needy in a way she'd deny immediately if anyone pointed it out.

One night after a tough loss, Paige ended up sitting with you alone in the empty practice gym long after everyone else left.

She looked exhausted.

Mentally more than physically.

The pressure of being a rookie in the WNBA while carrying enormous expectations weighed heavily sometimes.

You noticed immediately.

"You okay?" you asked softly.

Paige shrugged, staring down at the basketball spinning slowly in her hands.

"People expect me to be perfect all the time."

Your expression softened instantly.

Paige laughed quietly afterward like she regretted admitting that.

"I sound dramatic."

"No," you said gently. "You sound tired."

That hit her harder than she expected.

Because most people saw the headlines.

The stats.

The fame.

But you saw her.

The actual person underneath all of it.

And honestly?

Paige fell in love a little right there.

Eventually, despite Azzi's continued disapproval, Paige asked you out properly.

And unfortunately for Azzi?

You said yes immediately.

"She said YES yes," Paige told Azzi later looking entirely too happy.

Azzi stared at her blankly.

"You're smiling too hard."

"I'm in love."

"You've been dating for six hours."

Paige pointed seriously. "And?"

Azzi groaned dramatically.

For a while, Azzi remained stubborn about it.

Not mean.

Never mean.

Just intensely protective.

She questioned Paige constantly.

"What are your intentions?"

Paige looked offended. "What am I, a boyfriend in a 2000s movie?"

"You better act like one."

But over time?

Azzi started noticing things.

Small things first.

Like how Paige always made sure you sat beside her on flights.

How she memorized your favorite snacks without trying.

How she looked for you first after every game.

How she softened instantly whenever you entered a room.

Then came the moment that finally changed everything.

The Wings had just lost a frustrating game.

Paige played well statistically, but she took losses personally sometimes.

The media afterward was brutal.

Questions.

Pressure.

Constant comparisons.

By the time the team got back to the apartment building, Paige looked exhausted in a way Azzi recognized immediately.

Normally after bad losses, Paige isolated herself.

Instead?

She went straight to you.

Azzi watched quietly from down the hallway while you opened your apartment door and immediately pulled Paige into your arms without hesitation.

No cameras.

No basketball.

No expectations.

Just comfort.

Paige practically melted against you instantly.

You rubbed your hand gently against her back while whispering something that made her finally laugh softly for the first time all night.

And for the first time-

Azzi really saw it.

Not a crush.

Not flirting.

Love.

Real love.

The kind that steadied people.

Protected them.

Made hard things easier.

Paige looked peaceful with you.

Safe.

And honestly?

Azzi couldn't remember the last time she'd seen her best friend look at someone like that.

Later that night, Paige nearly dropped her phone when Azzi texted her unexpectedly.

Take care of her.

Paige stared at the message for a solid ten seconds.

Then immediately replied:

Always.

A minute later another text appeared.

If you hurt her I'll request a trade just to beat your ass.

Paige burst out laughing instantly.

Then smiled softly while looking across the couch at you half asleep against her shoulder.

Worth the threat.

[kkandazzi]

Welcome To The Family Arike Ogunbowale x Female Reader 💙

For someone who regularly hit game-winning shots in front of thousands of people, Arike Ogunbowale was surprisingly nervous.

You noticed it immediately.

Her hand kept tapping against the steering wheel.

She kept checking the GPS despite knowing exactly where she was going.

And she'd asked if you were okay approximately seventeen times in the last hour.

"Arike."

"Hm?"

"You asked me that five minutes ago."

She glanced over briefly.

"Okay, but are you okay?"

You laughed.

"Baby, we're just meeting your family."

"Exactly."

That only made you laugh harder.

Because after a year of dating, you knew Arike pretty well.

Confident?

Absolutely.

Competitive?

Without question.

Capable of talking trash while dropping thirty points in a WNBA game?

Definitely.

But family was different.

Family mattered.

And apparently she was worried.

"You know they're going to love you, right?" you said softly.

Arike sighed.

"I know."

But she didn't sound convinced.

You reached over and squeezed her hand.

The truth was, part of her nervousness came from wanting everything to go perfectly.

You'd been together for a year.

A really good year.

The kind of relationship that felt easy.

Comfortable.

The kind where you became each other's favorite person without even realizing it.

And now she was bringing you home.

Introducing you to the people she loved most.

That felt important.

Very important.

By the time you pulled into the driveway, Arike looked like she was preparing for a championship game.

"You're overthinking this."

"I know."

"You dropped thirty-five points against professional basketball players."

"That was easier."

You stared at her.

"You're ridiculous."

"A little."

Then she leaned over and kissed your forehead.

And together, you walked toward the house.

The front door opened before you even knocked.

Immediately, the smell of food hit you.

Then voices.

Laughter.

Music.

Family.

Lots of family.

"Oh, they're here!"

Within seconds, you were being welcomed inside.

Introductions happened rapidly.

Aunts.

Uncles.

Cousins.

Siblings.

People talking over each other.

Everybody smiling.

Everybody excited.

And to Arike's complete shock?

Nobody seemed concerned about anything except meeting you.

They wanted to know about your job.

Your hobbies.

How you met Arike.

Whether Arike was as stubborn at home as she was on television.

"She absolutely is," you answered immediately.

The entire room burst into laughter.

Arike pointed at you.

"Wow."

"You know it's true."

One of her cousins nodded seriously.

"It is true."

"Traitor."

The teasing continued for the next hour.

And slowly, Arike relaxed.

Because she could see what was happening.

Her family genuinely liked you.

Actually, they seemed to love you already.

Which became very obvious when her mother finally got a good look at you.

There was a long pause.

A very thoughtful pause.

Then-

"Arike, baby."

Arike immediately knew that tone.

"Oh no."

Her mother looked horrified.

"She's so skinny."

You blinked.

Arike covered her face immediately.

"Mom."

Her mother ignored her completely.

"Do you even feed her?"

The entire room exploded into laughter.

"Mom!"

Now her mother was already walking toward you.

She took your hand immediately.

"Come on, baby."

You looked at Arike helplessly.

Her mother smiled warmly.

"Let's get you some food."

The room somehow laughed even harder.

"Mom, she's fine!"

"No, no."

Her mother was already leading you toward the kitchen.

"We're fixing this."

You were trying not to laugh as you looked back at your girlfriend.

Arike looked deeply betrayed.

"You just met her!"

Her mother pointed at her.

"And I already like her."

"Wow."

You were seated at the kitchen table less than thirty seconds later.

Then food started appearing.

A lot of food.

Enough food for an entire basketball team.

Maybe two.

Her mother set another plate in front of you.

"Eat."

You glanced at Arike.

She was sitting across from you looking completely defeated.

"I've lost my family."

You giggled.

"I think they're still your family."

"Not anymore."

One of her cousins immediately spoke up.

"We've chosen."

"YOU'VE KNOWN HER FOR AN HOUR."

Another cousin shrugged.

"She's nice."

Arike dropped her head onto the table dramatically.

The room erupted into laughter again.

Meanwhile, you were trying to finish your food while her mother continued adding more to your plate.

"Ma'am, I promise I eat."

"Mhmm."

"I do."

"Take another piece."

You couldn't stop smiling.

Because honestly?

The entire situation was ridiculous.

And sweet.

And somehow perfectly reflected the family Arike came from.

Loud.

Loving.

Protective.

The kind of people who made room for you immediately.

By the end of the evening, you were helping clean up dishes when you felt arms wrap around your waist.

You smiled instantly.

"Hey."

Arike rested her chin on your shoulder.

"Hey."

You leaned back against her.

"They were wonderful."

Arike smiled softly.

"Yeah."

For a moment neither of you spoke.

Then-

"My mom likes you more than me."

You laughed so hard you nearly dropped a plate.

Across the kitchen, her mother overheard immediately.

"That's not true."

Arike looked relieved.

Then her mother continued.

"I love both of you."

A pause.

Then-

"But she did finish all her food."

The entire house burst into laughter once again.

And Arike?

She couldn't even pretend to be annoyed.

Not when she was smiling that hard.

[kkandazzi]

Coach Says Bring Your Wife - Olivia Miles x Female Reader 💙

Everybody warned you before marrying Olivia Miles that life would get chaotic once she entered the WNBA.

And honestly?

They were right.

But nobody warned you that your wife would become physically incapable of shutting up about you afterward.

It started innocently enough.

Olivia got drafted into the WNBA after an incredible college career at University of Notre Dame, and barely a month later the two of you secretly got married at a tiny courthouse ceremony with only close family and friends there.

Nothing huge.

Nothing flashy.

Just love.

And Olivia had never looked happier in her life.

The problem?

Once she became your wife, she suddenly started mentioning you constantly.

Especially during interviews.

At first it slipped out naturally.

"What helped your transition into the league most?"

"My wife honestly keeps me sane."

Then another interview:

"You seemed really composed late in the fourth quarter tonight."

Olivia grinned immediately.

"My wife told me to stop overthinking before the game."

Then another.

And another.

And another.

Eventually reporters just started expecting it.

One press conference lasted less than four minutes before Olivia somehow mentioned you twice.

Her teammates thought it was hilarious.

"She's gonna bring her wife up no matter what the question is," one teammate laughed during practice.

Another nodded seriously. "You could ask her about defensive rotations and somehow she'd mention marriage."

They weren't wrong.

"Olivia, what adjustments did you make defensively tonight?"

Olivia nodded thoughtfully.

"Well my wife actually pointed out-"

The entire media room burst into laughter immediately.

Olivia blinked innocently. "What?"

Even the coaching staff stopped reacting eventually.

Because honestly?

Nobody minded.

Mainly because Olivia somehow started playing even better after getting married.

Which genuinely felt unfair.

She was already one of the smartest guards on the floor.

Elite vision.

Creative passing.

Quick pace.

But after marrying you?

Something shifted.

She looked calmer.

More confident.

More grounded.

And terrifyingly efficient.

Especially during games you attended.

The difference became so obvious the coaching staff literally started tracking it jokingly.

"She's shooting better when her wife's courtside," one assistant coach whispered during film.

The head coach raised an eyebrow. "How much better?"

"A lot better."

And unfortunately-

The numbers backed it up.

Olivia played ridiculously well whenever you were in the arena.

More assists.

Higher scoring.

Better efficiency.

Less turnovers.

One game especially made everyone fully believe it.

You missed a road game because of work, and Olivia played noticeably off rhythm the entire night.

Still good.

But not Olivia good.

Then the very next game?

You showed up courtside unexpectedly wearing her hoodie.

Olivia saw you during warmups and immediately lit up.

One teammate groaned dramatically from the layup line.

"Oh, we're about to witness nonsense."

They did.

Because Olivia absolutely went off.

Deep threes.

Ridiculous passes.

Steals.

Everything worked.

At one point she hit a difficult transition shot before immediately turning toward the sideline grinning directly at you.

The bench exploded.

"There she goes!" someone yelled.

Even the commentators noticed.

"She definitely plays with extra energy when her wife is in the building."

The head coach sat there silently for a moment before making a decision.

"We need her at more games."

And somehow-

That became a real thing.

Soon enough, team staff started casually checking your availability.

"Any chance you're free Friday?"

You blinked in confusion. "Why?"

"Our coach thinks Olivia becomes superhuman when you're courtside."

You laughed so hard you nearly dropped your phone.

But honestly?

The coach wasn't wrong.

Olivia loved basketball deeply.

Always would.

But loving you gave her something she never realized she'd been missing.

Stability.

Peace.

A home outside the pressure.

So naturally, she played freer now.

Happier.

And everyone around her benefited from it.

One night after another huge win, Olivia sat at the postgame press conference sweaty and grinning while reporters asked about her near triple-double.

"What's been clicking for you lately?" one reporter asked.

Olivia leaned back casually.

"My wife came to this game."

The entire room burst into laughter immediately.

Her teammate beside her shook her head. "There it is."

"I'm serious," Olivia defended proudly. "She's like good luck."

"You realize she's not actually part of the coaching staff, right?" another reporter joked.

Olivia shrugged. "Debatable."

Later that night, you waited outside the locker room while players and staff walked past still joking about Olivia's obsession with you.

"She talks about you like you hung the moon," one assistant coach laughed.

You smiled shyly. "Sorry?"

"Don't apologize," the coach replied immediately. "She dropped thirty tonight. Please keep showing up."

You were still laughing about it when Olivia finally emerged from the locker room.

The second she spotted you, her entire face softened.

"There's my wife."

Your heart still melted every single time she said that.

You walked into her arms immediately while she kissed your forehead gently.

"You know your coach texted me personally asking me to come to more games?"

Olivia looked proud instead of embarrassed.

"See? Team player."

"You're ridiculous."

"You love me."

Unfortunately?

She was completely right.

And honestly, watching Olivia smile at you like you were the best thing that ever happened to her made it impossible not to love her right back.

[kkandazzi]

I have a good Olivia miles fic coming out soon I watched the game last night and I was mesmerized by her 😵‍💫😵‍💫

And updating masterlist this weekend

[kkandazzi]

hey could you please write a jess fic, where reader and her are teammates and tryna keep their relationship a secret because the wings teammates are terrible at keeping secret?

Wait this is sooo good it should be out tomorrow:)

[kkandazzi]

For You, I’ll Learn - Azzi Fudd x Female Reader 💙

When Azzi Fudd first started dating you, she learned something very quickly.

You knew absolutely nothing about basketball.

Like-

Nothing.

Not the positions.

Not the rules.

Not why everyone yelled when someone got fouled.

The first game you watched together ended with you staring at the TV in complete confusion.

"Wait," you interrupted seriously, "why do they keep clapping when she misses?"

Azzi blinked. "Baby... she made one of the free throws."

"Oh."

Another pause.

"So why does everyone hate the shot clock?"

Azzi laughed so hard she almost fell off the couch.

But honestly?

She adored it.

Because despite understanding absolutely nothing about the sport that consumed most of her life, you still tried so hard to learn.

For her.

And that meant everything to Azzi.

So naturally, she made it her personal mission to teach you basketball.

"You see how she's rotating defensively?" Azzi explained one night while the two of you watched film together in her dorm.

You squinted at the screen. "No."

Azzi laughed softly. "Okay, fair."

Sometimes she'd pause games just to explain terminology.

Other times she'd drag you into empty gyms after practice and physically walk you through plays while you pretended not to dramatically flop onto the floor afterward.

"This is exhausting," you complained once while Azzi dribbled around you easily.

"You're supposed to move your feet."

"I am moving my feet."

"You look like a baby deer."

You gasped dramatically while Azzi doubled over laughing.

And slowly-

Very slowly-

You started understanding it.

A little.

Enough to surprise her sometimes.

"Wait," you said during one game while pointing at the screen. "That was a bad defensive switch."

Azzi stared at you proudly like you'd just solved world hunger.

"BABY!"

You started laughing immediately. "Was I right?"

"You were PERFECT."

Two months into dating, Azzi genuinely thought she might explode from happiness when you texted her a screenshot of courtside tickets you somehow managed to get for one of UConn's biggest games.

YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO EXPLAIN EVERYTHING LIVE BTW

Azzi grinned so hard her cheeks hurt.

Oh she was excited.

Like genuinely excited.

Her teammates were sick of hearing about it.

"My girlfriend is finally coming courtside," Azzi announced for probably the tenth time during practice.

Paige snorted. "We know."

"She bought tickets herself."

"We KNOW."

"She learned what a pick and roll is."

Paige put a hand over her heart dramatically. "That's beautiful."

Azzi ignored her completely.

Because all day she kept imagining it.

You in the crowd.

Cheering for her.

Wearing one of her hoodies probably way too big on you.

God, she was excited.

Then two hours before the game-

Her phone buzzed.

And immediately, something in her chest tightened.

Your text read:

Baby I'm so sorry :( I can't make it anymore. I got food poisoning and I genuinely feel horrible right now

Azzi's smile disappeared instantly.

Oh.

Her heart dropped.

For a second, disappointment hit hard because she'd been looking forward to seeing you all week.

But immediately after that came concern.

Are you okay???

You replied almost instantly.

I think I'm dying actually

Azzi frowned immediately.

That's not funny

A few seconds later:

Okay maybe slightly funny :(

Despite herself, Azzi smiled a little.

Still, she hated that you were sick.

Especially because she couldn't even go take care of you right then with the game coming up in two hours.

So instead?

She did the next best thing.

About twenty minutes later, there was a knock on your dorm door.

You dragged yourself out of bed weakly and opened it to find bags sitting outside.

Soup.

Crackers.

Gatorade.

Medicine.

Ginger ale.

Fruit snacks.

And a note written in Azzi's handwriting.

For my sick girl :(

Please eat something.

And don't argue with me.

I love you.

A

Your eyes watered instantly.

Because somehow, even while preparing for one of the biggest games of the season, Azzi still found time to take care of you.

You texted her immediately.

Did you seriously Uber Eats me medicine

Azzi replied instantly.

I'm basically a doctor now

You laughed weakly despite your nausea.

-

Ten minutes before tipoff, the arena buzzed with noise while the team gathered quietly for final moments before introductions.

Azzi adjusted her jersey before sitting down at the edge of the bench for a second.

She always prayed before games.

Always.

Tonight, though, the prayer came easier.

Please let her feel better.

Please let her get some rest.

And please let us win this one for her.

Then she stood up.

Focused.

Ready.

And honestly?

Azzi played incredible.

Every big shot seemed to fall.

Every defensive play felt sharp.

Even Paige joked afterward that Azzi was "playing like she had something to prove."

The second the game ended with a UConn win, Azzi barely stayed long enough for media.

She answered interviews quickly, grabbed her bag, and rushed out of the arena before anyone could stop her.

"Where are you going?" Paige called after her.

"My girlfriend is dying," Azzi answered seriously.

Paige blinked. "Food poisoning isn't-"

"She needs me."

And honestly?

That was the end of the conversation.

-

By the time Azzi finally got to your dorm later that night, you were half asleep curled under blankets looking absolutely miserable.

Your eyes opened slowly when she walked in.

"...Hi."

Azzi's entire face softened instantly.

"There's my girl."

You smiled weakly. "Did you win?"

Azzi grinned immediately before setting her bag down and climbing carefully beside you.

"Obviously."

You laughed softly before immediately groaning in pain.

Azzi frowned sympathetically. "Aw baby."

Then she gently brushed hair away from your face before leaning down and kissing your forehead.

"I brought more Gatorade."

"You're so romantic."

"I know."

You shifted closer to her carefully while Azzi wrapped an arm around you.

"I'm sorry I missed your game," you whispered quietly.

Azzi shook her head immediately.

"You being okay matters more."

Your chest ached a little at that.

Because Azzi loved basketball more than almost anything.

But somehow-

She always made you feel like she loved you even more.

Then Azzi smiled softly while looking down at you.

"But for the record?"

You blinked sleepily. "What?"

"You correctly identified three defensive switches last game."

A tiny smile spread across your face.

"I'm basically an athlete now."

Azzi laughed quietly before kissing your forehead again.

"Yeah, baby," she whispered. "You're basically a pro."

[kkandazzi]

Babysit Maya - Sarah Strong x Female Reader 💙

Dating a mom was still new for Sarah Strong.

Not in a bad way.

Actually, completely the opposite.

She adored you.

And she absolutely adored your three-year-old daughter Maya, who somehow managed to have more energy than an entire college basketball team combined.

Still, Sarah would admit one thing very honestly:

Watching Maya completely alone for an entire day was terrifying.

Especially because you had parenting rules.

Very specific parenting rules.

And Sarah was trying so hard to impress you.

It was Mother’s Day weekend, and Sarah had spent nearly two months secretly planning the perfect gift.

A full luxury spa day.

Massage.

Facials.

Lunch.

Everything.

“You deserve one day where nobody says ‘mommy’ every fourteen seconds,” Sarah told you proudly while handing you the envelope that morning.

Your eyes widened immediately.

“Sarah.”

“You’re going,” she said firmly before you could protest. “And I’m watching Maya.”

You looked slightly unsure.

Sarah noticed instantly.

“I can handle one tiny three-year-old,” she defended dramatically.

From her high chair, Maya looked up proudly.

“I’m BIG.”

Sarah pointed immediately. “See? She’s basically grown.”

You laughed softly before finally giving in.

But before leaving, you crouched beside Sarah very seriously while Maya colored nearby.

“Okay. Instructions.”

Sarah nodded confidently.

“I got this.”

“Sarah.”

“Right. Serious face.”

You handed her a written list.

“No ice cream or sugar before bed.”

“Easy.”

“Please bathe her tonight.”

“Mhm.”

“If she says her bedtime is nine o’clock, she’s lying. It’s eight.”

Sarah snorted softly. “She lies about bedtime?”

“She’s manipulative.”

Maya gasped dramatically from the table. “MOMMY.”

You ignored her completely.

“No scary movies.”

“Obviously.”

“She needs outside time.”

“Okay.”

“And absolutely no iPad today.”

Sarah blinked once.

“…None?”

“None.”

Maya suddenly looked personally betrayed.

You kissed Maya’s forehead first, then Sarah’s cheek.

“Good luck.”

Sarah grinned confidently.

“I’m literally an athlete. How hard can this be?”

—

Three hours later, Sarah realized she had been arrogant.

Very arrogant.

Because Maya was insane.

Lovable.

Cute.

But absolutely insane.

“She’s fast,” Sarah muttered breathlessly while chasing Maya around the apartment after the little girl somehow escaped during lunch.

And unfortunately?

Sarah panicked.

So naturally—

She called reinforcements.

Which was how half the University of Connecticut women’s basketball team somehow ended up squeezed into Sarah’s apartment helping entertain a three-year-old.

Paige brought coloring books.

KK showed up with a soccer ball for some reason.

Azzi immediately sat on the floor playing princess tea party like her life depended on it.

Maya adored all of them instantly.

“This is chaos,” Paige laughed while Maya climbed onto Sarah’s back.

“I’m sweating more than practice,” Sarah admitted.

Things actually went pretty well at first.

Maya got outside time.

Sarah helped her pick flowers near the apartment courtyard.

They colored.

Watched cartoons.

Made chicken nuggets.

Everything was fine.

Until KK made a mistake.

“Can she have one cookie?” KK asked innocently.

Sarah hesitated.

Technically you said no sugar before bed.

But bedtime was hours away.

“…One cookie is probably okay.”

It was not okay.

Because one cookie turned into:

Two cookies.

Then ice cream.

Then Azzi teaching Maya how to make milkshakes.

Paige watched the disaster unfold silently.

“We’re gonna die when her mom gets home.”

Sarah waved dismissively while Maya bounced around the living room at dangerous speeds.

“She’ll crash eventually.”

She did not crash eventually.

In fact—

Maya became stronger.

Then came mistake number two.

The iPad.

Sarah had only intended to let Maya use it for fifteen minutes while everyone cleaned up.

Instead, Maya discovered a loud children’s dinosaur game and became emotionally attached immediately.

And then—

Mistake number three.

Bath time.

“Do YOU wanna give her a bath?” Sarah asked the room.

The entire team suddenly became deeply interested in literally anything else.

So bath time never happened.

Oops.

By 7:45 PM, the apartment looked like a crime scene.

Toys everywhere.

Tiny socks everywhere.

Glitter somehow on the ceiling.

And Maya?

Still fully awake.

Very awake.

Too awake.

“Why is she getting faster?” Sarah whispered fearfully while Maya sprinted past screaming about dinosaurs.

Paige pointed calmly. “That’s the ice cream.”

Sarah stared blankly. “I made mistakes.”

“You made several.”

Then Maya climbed directly onto the couch cushions and announced proudly:

“I’M NEVER SLEEPING.”

Sarah looked genuinely terrified.

—

Meanwhile, your spa day had been incredible.

Peaceful.

Relaxing.

Quiet.

Suspiciously quiet.

Too quiet actually.

Because Sarah normally texted constantly.

Instead, today?

Nothing.

Only one blurry photo hours ago of Maya holding a juice box while KK accidentally looked exhausted in the background.

So by the time you got home later that evening, you already knew something happened.

You just didn’t know what.

Until you opened the apartment door.

And froze.

The apartment was destroyed.

Absolutely destroyed.

Paige sat on the floor holding an ice pack against her forehead.

Azzi looked emotionally defeated.

KK was half asleep sitting upright.

And Sarah?

Sarah was sprinting past carrying Maya upside down over her shoulder while your daughter laughed hysterically.

“MOMMY!” Maya cheered happily the second she saw you.

Sarah stopped immediately.

Everyone went silent.

You slowly looked around.

“…Why is there glitter on the ceiling?”

Nobody answered.

Then your eyes narrowed.

“Maya.” You crouched slightly. “Did you have sugar today?”

Maya gasped dramatically before immediately pointing at Sarah.

“SHE DID IT.”

The entire team burst into laughter.

Sarah looked betrayed. “You snitched immediately?”

“You also didn’t bathe her,” you noticed.

Sarah looked nervous now.

“…Technically there was an attempt.”

“And why is she holding an iPad?”

Silence.

Complete silence.

You crossed your arms slowly while trying not to laugh.

Sarah looked so guilty it was almost cute.

Almost.

Then Maya climbed down from Sarah’s arms and ran to hug your legs.

“Mommy, Sarah and her friends are silly.”

You smiled despite yourself before looking back at Sarah.

And honestly?

Your heart melted a little.

Because despite the chaos…

Maya looked happy.

Safe.

Loved.

And Sarah?

She looked exhausted but completely devoted.

Like she genuinely tried her absolute best.

Sarah rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. “In my defense… she’s really persuasive.”

You laughed softly finally.

Then Sarah brightened instantly.

“Wait, you’re not mad?”

“Oh, I’m definitely mad,” you teased.

Sarah groaned dramatically.

But then you walked over, kissing her softly anyway.

“Thank you for loving her like this.”

Sarah’s entire expression softened immediately.

Always soft when it came to you.

And especially soft when it came to Maya.

“Easy,” she whispered quietly. “She’s kinda my favorite tiny person.”