#game day

[toyastales]

Pizza Grilled Cheese

[tastyfoodai]

[pazzi4like35]

please do one based off the song tennessee orange where like azzi wears dallas blue even thi she is in the storm for paige!

Dallas Blue TW-N/A Summary- Paige and Azzi see eachother at the Storm vs. Wings. Azzi wears a special outfit. A/N- Hope you guys like it! I will try my best to keep posting. Let me know if you have any requests!

Azzi felt a rush of excitement and nervousness as she prepared for the upcoming game, knowing she would be facing her girlfriend's team. Playing for the Seattle Storm, the decision to wear Paige's blue Dallas Wings jersey was a heartfelt gesture that filled Azzi with a sense of pride and connection. It wasn't just about the sport for her; it was about showing support for Paige in a way that words couldn't express. As she slipped the jersey over her head, Azzi felt a wave of happiness wash over her, thinking about how much she adored Paige and wanted to make her feel special. Meanwhile, Paige was living her new life in Texas.

Since Paige moved to Texas within the last year, she has been trying to listen to more local country music. One of the artists she has been liking is Megan Moroney, specifically her song "Tennessee Orange," which Paige discovered while settling into her new home. She would get it all over her social media, making her think of her and Azzi.

Azzi was just the same. She felt like she related to the song so well, she always thought shes got me doing things I've never done.

She had a brilliant idea: instead of wearing Tennessee orange, she wore Dallas blue.

It was the first game against Dallas. Azzi normally wore calm outfits to away games, but she wanted a change.

But when Paige asked Azzi what she was gonna wear, Azzi kinda froze. "What’s your tunnel fit gonna be when you play here?" Paige says with a smirk, hoping Azzi would do something crazy. Azzi pretended to think hard, looking up at the ceiling as if in deep contemplation, "Oh, probably just sweats and a T-shirt." She responds, trying to keep calm, knowing the outfit she has planned out. Paige raised an eyebrow, "Sure, Azzi. I bet it'll be as low-key as always." Azzi chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "Well, I gotta keep you on your toes." Paige laughed, "If you come wearing sweats, I'll eat my jersey." Azzi playfully nudged her, "Don't worry, your jersey is safe… for now."

She wore a black mini skirt, a Paige Bueckers jersey, and knee-high boots. When she looked in the mirror and saw that outfit, her jaw dropped, “Oh, she's gonna die.” Azzi whispers to herself.

Paige hadn’t seen the outfit yet.  But Azzi was ready for whatever reaction she was gonna get from her.

That was when she saw her. At the end of the tunnel, Paige stood in her jorts and baggy t-shirt, mouth wide open, just staring at Azzi.

Azzi slowly walked towards Paige. “You look amazing,” Paige says, grabbing Azzi’s hand and spinning her in a circle. “You can thank Brittany,” Azzi says, laughing, knowing that Brittany is Paige’s stylist but having used her a couple of times. Paige shakes her head in disbelief, “There is no way you used my stylist,” Paige says as she walks with Azzi to the guest locker room. “Good luck, P,” Azzi says, walking into the locker room, leaving Paige standing by herself with only her thoughts.

Paige got dressed in the lockers, then made her way towards the court, starting to hit some shots. Arike comes out a little bit later. “Yo, are you ready to play?” Arike says Hitting a 3 like it was easy, “Yeah, the real question is, is your defence gonna be good” Paige says, laughing, knowing Arike is good at defense. Arike just shrugs it off, going to the other side, shooting more 3’s.

When Azzi came out to the court of course her and Paige greeted eachother, give tight hugs, know they were gonna play against eachother in a couple minutes, then she saw her Gabby one of Paige’s favorite Uconn alums, “Yo Paige stick to your own team” Gabby says giving Paige a light shove, “Yo thats wild coming from you” Paige says, giving Azzi that, are you gonna stick up for me or nah look. After talking for a minute or two, the three of them went their own ways.

The game started off crazy: Storm won the jump, and the crowd erupted with cheers and applause. Azzi hit a deep three, the net swishing cleanly as the audience roared in approval. She flashed a grin at Paige, who wasn't going to let her get away with that. As Azzi ran back to defense, the noise from the fans was almost deafening, a mix of cheers, applause, and gasps. Arike passed the ball to Paige amidst the charged atmosphere, and Paige shot it from deep. The crowd held its collective breath until the ball sank through the hoop, causing another wave of exhilaration. With adrenaline pumping, Paige yelled, “Yeah, that's what I thought,” as she saw Azzi’s jaw drop.

It was the 4th quarter, and Dallas was only behind by 2. Paige and Arike were doing their best to get Dallas back in the lead, but it was hard when Azzi kept hitting 3s.

But that's when Paige got it, making the game 71-70. There were 10 seconds left in the game. Storm had the ball, passing to Gabby, who went for a layup. When she went up for the shot, she made it. Dallas called a timeout so fast you wouldn’t even know.

They passed Paige the ball, and she tried to shoot it from three, but barely missed. The Wings lost by one. Paige knew she tried her best, but the sting of the loss lingered. She felt a mix of disappointment and frustration, a weight settling in her chest as she replayed the last moments in her mind. There was a small hope, though, whispering that this was just one game and they'd get another shot at the Storm in a couple of weeks. With determination, she promised herself to come back stronger, fueled by the fire of wanting to prove herself next time.

Azzi, on the other hand, felt a surge of triumph as the final whistle blew, securing the Storm's narrow victory. Despite the win, her thoughts quickly turned to Paige. She knew how much this game meant to her and felt a pang of empathy mixed with her excitement. In the midst of celebrating with her team, Azzi found herself glancing over at Paige, wanting to make sure she was okay. The win was sweet, but concern for Paige added a layer of complexity to her emotions, reminding her of the unique balance between competition and their relationship. She hoped Paige knew her respect and admiration never wavered, even on the court.

Paige and Azzi met up in the family and friends area, talking to both of their parents, then each other. You honestly can’t even tell Paige had just lost with how big her smile was with Azzi, “Hey Gabby asked if you wanted to get supper with her and marine” Azzi asks looking at the text from Gabby, “Yeah sure that sound good, but I want to run home quick and change and shower” Paige says with a smile, not even mad at the girl that just dropped 28 on her team. Azzi smiled to herself, “Yeah, I need to shower,” Azzi says with a big smirk.

When they got back to Paige's apartment, Azzi dropped her bag on the ground next to the door. They both walked towards the bathroom, their fingers brushing together, a silent affirmation of their connection. Paige looked over her shoulder with a teasing smile, “You know I have more than one shower,” she said jokingly. Azzi smirked, her eyes full of affection and playfulness, as she followed Paige's lead. Paige got in the shower first, and after a moment, she extended her hand outside the curtain, her fingers curling around Azzi's hand with gentle reassurance. Azzi took her hand gratefully, feeling a warm glow in her chest as she stepped in, feeling safe and cherished in this private moment they shared.

Both of them moved together under the warm cascade of water, washing their hair in sync, a cherished ritual. Azzi noticed the familiar scent that enveloped them both. "Did you get the shampoo I use?" she asked, her voice catching slightly with emotion, a glimmer of tears in her eyes. Paige smiled softly, reaching out to tuck a strand of Azzi's wet hair behind her ear. "Of course I did, Az. Had to be ready for whenever you come here," Paige replied, her voice warm and sincere. She pulled Azzi into a gentle embrace, the warmth of their skin against each other sparking a flurry of butterflies in Azzi’s stomach. Overcome by the tenderness of the moment, Azzi placed a tender kiss just below Paige’s jaw, right where she knew Paige liked it best.

They both dressed in casual clothes, wearing jeans and hoodies. Of course, Azzi picked one that Paige wouldn’t care about keeping for a little while.

They both got in the car and entered the GPS for the hotel where the storm is staying. Driving over there and picking up Gabby and Marine, “Hey guys” Paige says and the two of them get in the car, “So Paige take us to the best tex mex place, Marine need to try some good tex mex” Gabby says teasing Marine, “Ooo thats a lot of pressure but I think I got the perfect place” Paige says putting the place in Gps.

When they got there, they got a booth. The setting was very calm. They ordered their food. Paige got a Shirley Temple, of course.

When their food comes out, Azzi’s mouth starts to water, looking at the warm Tex-Mex. They all started to dig in, the table filled with a mix of satisfied hums and clinks of cutlery. Gabby took a big bite and teased, 'Damn, you're good at picking places to eat, Paige. If basketball doesn’t work out, you could be a food critic!' Paige smirked, 'I aim to please. It's all part of my plan to bribe you guys to visit more often.' After a couple of seconds of giggles and whispers, Paige spoke up, 'So Marine, why did you come to the game today?' Paige asked, playfully nudging Marine. Caught a little off guard but smiling, Marine replied, 'I had a couple of free days, so I thought I should come watch Gab.' She placed her hand on Gabby’s leg, causing Gabby to voice, “Ah, I see. My personal cheerleader.” “Aww, how cute,” Azzi said, faking tears and making everyone roll their eyes, playfully nudging each other as laughter filled the air.

It was getting late, but they were all chilling in Paige’s living room, watching some random movie and chatting about anything and everything. As the time to head back approached, Azzi playfully nudged Paige, "Can you bring me back to the hotel? I don’t want them getting mad at me for staying out too late since we leave early." With a playful grin, she planted a soft kiss on Paige's cheek. Gabby, ever the comic, made an exaggerated gagging noise, "Bruh, get a room," she teased, chuckling. Paige laughed, her eyes twinkling with affection as she wrapped an arm around Azzi, "Umm, this is actually my apartment, so it’s all my room," she quipped, leaning in to give Azzi a quick, playful kiss, drawing laughter from everyone. The room was filled with the warmth of their camaraderie, the teasing banter showcasing the playful chemistry that made their relationship so endearing.

The call ride back to the hotel was calm, with light music on. But when they got back, Paige and Azzi sat there for a second while Gabby and Marine get out, “Thank Paige for the new place” Gabby says closing the door behind her, “I wish I could stay, but I love you P” Azzi says then giving Paige a kiss, “I wish you could too, but it’s okay because we play each other soon again, I love you” Paige says as Azzi gets out of the car closing the door softly behind her. Taking a look back, blowing Paige a kiss.

[frankie-and-lukey]

On my all time faves list of Quinn photos. What a man.

[dinosaurwithablog]

I took my friend to the Yankees game, in Seattle the other day!! We had a spectacular time!! I was dressed as a judge in honor of my boy, Aaron Judge, of course... I love the Mariners fans because, although I'm rooting for the opposing team, they love my dedication to my team. Everywhere I went in the stadium and outside of the stadium, people came up to me and shook my hand or just said they loved the way I was dressed. A lot of them asked if they could take a picture with me. I took so many pictures with fans from both teams, the staff at the stadium, and the police, too!! These are some of those photos!! I love how baseball brings people together and we all have such a great time!! ⚾️❤️❤️⚾️💫✨️🫂🫂🥳🎉🎊👩🏾‍⚖️ Everyone loved my tiny gavel and I gave some out to a few of the kids at the game. We all ruled on the plays and challenges!! It was a blast!! 👩🏾‍⚖️ 🥳🎉🎊💥✨️💫⚾️❤️

I even got a photo of me and J Rod!!! This was the largest bobblehead that I've ever seen!! It was very cool!! A great time was had by all!! ❤️⚾️🥳🎉🎊👩🏾‍⚖️✨️💫

I LOVE THIS GAME!!❤️⚾️❤️

LET'S GO, YANKEES!!!!!

#Toyotapinstripepride

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: Triple Threat

Pairing: Reader x Azzi Fudd x Paige Bueckers

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball

Warning: Alcohol consumption, mild angst, poly themes

Summary: drunk would you rather…

I always knew an away win felt different, but this? This felt legendary. Our last away game of the regular season had just ended in a blowout win, and we were riding that high all the way back to Storrs. The locker room was chaos—music blasting, sweaty hugs, water bottles flying like champagne in a victory parade. Coach even cracked a smile, which was rarer than a missed Paige Bueckers jumper.

Azzi found me in the post-game mess, arms slipping around my waist as she grinned up at me. “You played insane tonight,” she said, pressing a quick kiss to my cheek. “Might be my favorite game of yours yet.”

“Just trying to keep up with my girl,” I teased, tugging on the collar of her jersey.

Azzi’s smile turned smug, but before she could get another word out, Ice Brady clapped me on the back so hard I almost stumbled. “Celebration tonight. No excuses.”

“Who’s making excuses?” I shot back.

A few hours later, freshly showered and changed, we were in one of our teammate’s apartments, music bumping, drinks flowing. The whole team was here, plus some extras—friends, roommates, even a couple guys from the men’s team.

And me? Well, I was well past tipsy.

Azzi was right there with me, laughing into her drink as we sat together on the couch, her legs draped over mine. She was warm, soft, familiar. I leaned into her touch, but my eyes kept darting across the room to where Paige was sitting, long legs stretched out, her own drink swirling in her hand as she smirked at something KK Arnold was saying.

It wasn’t new. This feeling.

I’d buried it for a while, tucked it behind the warmth I had with Azzi. But maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the way Paige’s eyes kept flicking to mine, holding for just a second too long before looking away, but suddenly, it felt impossible to ignore.

Somebody—probably Nika—yelled, “Would you rather!” and the room exploded in cheers.

Azzi perked up beside me, laughing as she turned toward the circle forming in the middle of the room. “We playing?”

I was already being dragged into it.

The questions started off tame. Would you rather give up basketball or social media? Would you rather have Coach make you run suicides for a month or give a speech at a press conference with no prep?

Then it got real.

“Would you rather,” Nika started, smirking as she locked eyes with me, “kiss Paige or Azzi?”

The room exploded.

Azzi stiffened beside me. Paige leaned forward, eyebrows raised in curiosity, like she wanted to know the answer just as bad as everyone else.

I tried to laugh it off, but the words slipped out before I could stop them. “Why not both?”

Silence.

Then, chaos.

Everyone was screaming, shouting, hyping up the mess I just created. Azzi’s grip on my thigh tightened, her eyes flicking to Paige’s, then back to me. Paige? She was just staring, lips parted like she couldn’t believe I actually said it.

“Damn, girl,” KK whistled. “Didn’t know you were greedy.”

“I—” My tongue felt thick in my mouth. “I didn’t mean—”

But I did mean it. And Azzi knew it.

She turned to look at me, really look, and I knew I was caught. The thing is, Azzi’s smart. She notices things before I even realize them myself. And right now? I knew she was piecing together every lingering glance, every slip of the tongue, every moment where Paige and I danced a little too close around each other.

She exhaled. “We need to talk.”

Paige straightened. “All of us.”

We ended up in Azzi’s room, sitting in a stiff, awkward triangle on her bed. I’d sobered up real quick.

“So,” Paige said slowly, voice careful. “You wanna explain?”

I ran a hand down my face. “I—shit. I wasn’t trying to make it a thing—”

“But it is a thing, isn’t it?” Azzi cut in, her voice quieter, steadier. “You’ve thought about it before.”

I swallowed. “Yeah.”

Azzi nodded, staring down at her hands. “And Paige?”

Paige sucked in a breath. “I mean—” She rubbed the back of her neck. “Yeah. It’s not like I haven’t thought about it, but I never—Azzi, I would never try to come between you two.”

Azzi bit her lip, thinking.

“You’re not mad?” I asked her.

She shook her head. “No. I’m just—processing.” She looked between us. “I love you. And I know you love me, but I also know that doesn’t mean there isn’t room for… other things.”

I felt like I couldn’t breathe. “Azzi, I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’re not going to.”

Paige watched us carefully, hesitant. “Are we actually—talking about this? Like, for real?”

Azzi let out a small laugh, like she couldn’t believe it either. “I think we are.”

I looked between them, my chest tight. “I don’t want to hurt either of you.”

Paige shrugged. “Then don’t.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“But maybe it is,” Azzi said softly. “Maybe we just… try.”

Paige exhaled. “You sure about that?”

Azzi looked at me, eyes full of something deep and certain. “I love you,” she said. “I trust you. And I trust Paige, too.” She glanced at Paige, smiling slightly. “You think you can handle both of us?”

Paige’s lips curved. “I know I can.”

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

Maybe this was crazy. Maybe this was something we’d crash and burn trying to figure out. But right now, sitting between the two people I cared about most, with the possibility of something new, something real—

I was willing to take the risk.

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[southstxr]

Getting ready for game day.