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Alina! - Family day

A/N : this was so much fun to make. TRUST I WILL ADD MORE BB STUFF. Make sure to like and comment yada yada yada.

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The little brown eyes looked up at Paige, holding her in a soft, almost hypnotic trance. Her daughter could have been her wife’s twin. The way those dark brown curls framed her face, the way they seemed to bounce with every movement, and the way her dimples appeared, especially when she smiled, reminded Paige so much of the girl she had grown up with. Every detail was a perfect mirror, capturing the essence of someone she had loved deeply, and it was almost as if that love lived on in the girl sitting so contentedly in her lap. Alina sat comfortably, her small body curled into her mother’s arms, focusing her attention back to the group of people gathered in front of them. It was as if Alina had never seen a crowd of reporters before, her gaze steady and intent as if trying to make sense of the scene.

It took a moment longer before Paige could finally pull her eyes away from her daughter. The connection they shared was so strong that it was hard to focus on anything else. “Paige?” A voice broke through her reverie, snapping her back to reality. The media in front of them, the flashing cameras, the dozens of questions aimed her way—all of it had completely faded from her mind for those few precious seconds.

“I'm sorry, can you repeat the question?” Paige asked, her voice smooth and steady, though the big grin on her face betrayed how easily she’d gotten lost in her thoughts. It was always so easy to be distracted by Alina, her little girl, her world. The reporter, seemingly unfazed, went on with more questions, focusing now on the team as a whole. But unexpectedly, a small voice, sweet and unbothered, piped up again, pulling Paige back into the moment.

“Paige, how soon until Azzi is expected to return to basketball?” the reporter asked, leaning forward, clearly hoping for some insider information. It was a question Paige had been dreading, one that had to be handled carefully.

Before Paige could respond, a tiny, authoritative voice cut through the air, startling everyone in the room.

“Not for a year!” Alina’s voice was matter-of-fact, as if she had all the answers.

The room fell silent for a beat, a few of the reporters blinking in surprise at the little girl’s interruption. Some of them stifled chuckles while others exchanged bemused glances. Paige's teammates, who had been quietly observing the press conference from the sidelines, burst into laughter at Alina’s boldness. It wasn’t just the unexpected timing that made it funny—it was the fact that the answer, as it turned out, was correct. Paige could barely contain her own amusement, shaking her head as she looked down at her daughter, the resemblance to Azzi so striking that it almost hurt.

Paige smiled and lowered her voice, speaking to her daughter as if the two of them were sharing a secret only they knew. “Yes, she will be taking some time off, but that's all I can say.” Paige smiled knowingly, a soft, loving grin that only Azzi and she would understand fully. There were more questions, but none of them truly mattered now. The rest of the press conference went by in a blur, and soon enough, it was time to leave.

Paige gathered Alina in her arms and headed back to the locker room where the rest of the team was waiting. As she pushed open the door, the sounds of familiar voices and laughter filled the air. But it wasn’t the noise of her teammates that drew Paige’s attention—it was the figure standing near the bench, waiting. Azzi, with her familiar smile, locked eyes with Paige, and in an instant, all the weight of the press conference, the public scrutiny, and everything else melted away.

The moment Alina saw Azzi, her eyes lit up. She wriggled out of Paige’s arms and jumped toward her mother, calling out in the most innocent, excited voice, “Mommy! Mommy!” Azzi, with the effortless grace that always left Paige in awe, scooped up their daughter in one smooth motion.

“I missed you, baby,” Azzi murmured, her voice soft as she pressed a kiss to the top of Alina’s head, who giggled in return.

Paige smiled, heart swelling with affection, as she finally reached them. “Good game, baby,” Azzi added, her voice full of pride as she turned to her wife. The compliment made Paige blush, her heart racing at the simple, loving words.

Before Paige could respond, Azzi leaned in and planted a small, lingering kiss on her cheek. The moment was so intimate, so warm, it felt like everything was right in the world. For a few seconds, all the chaos of the game and the press was forgotten, replaced by the soft comfort of home. Paige squeezed her wife’s hand, silently grateful for the quiet, beautiful moments they shared, despite the world around them always trying to pull them away.

As Paige leaned into the kiss, the noise of the locker room seemed to fade into the background. The laughter of the team, the clattering of shoes on the floor, and the sounds of jerseys being pulled over heads all became a distant hum. For those few precious seconds, it was just the three of them—Paige, Azzi, and Alina—wrapped up in their own world.

Azzi pulled back, her smile never fading as she looked down at Alina, who was still nestled in her arms. The little girl, beaming from ear to ear, seemed to sense the unspoken bond between her mothers. She snuggled into Azzi’s chest, her curly hair bouncing with each shift of her tiny body.

“I think we need a family day,” Azzi said softly, her voice full of warmth. Paige raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by the suggestion. They hadn’t had a day just for the three of them in a long time—not since the season had started. Between the games, the press, and the endless traveling, time together had become a luxury they could hardly afford.

“A family day?” Paige asked, a hint of hesitation in her voice. She loved the idea, but she wasn’t sure how they could fit it into their hectic schedules.

“Yeah,” Azzi continued, shifting Alina so she could meet Paige’s gaze directly. “No media, no games, no distractions. Just us. It’s been way too long.”

Paige smiled, feeling her heart soften at the thought. “That sounds perfect. When?”

Azzi’s eyes twinkled, a mischievous glint entering them. “Tomorrow. I’ll call in sick, you can cancel any obligations... I’ll even make lunch.”

Paige chuckled, knowing full well that when Azzi said she’d make lunch, it usually meant ordering takeout from their favorite local spots. But it didn’t matter. It would be time spent together, and that was all that mattered.

“I love you,” Paige said suddenly, the words slipping out before she could stop them. It had been a while since she’d said it in the rush of everyday life, but the moment felt right.

Azzi’s smile softened, her eyes full of affection. “I love you too,” she replied, and for a moment, it felt as though the rest of the world could wait.

The sound of a teammate clearing her throat broke the moment, reminding them both that they weren’t alone. Paige turned to see the entire team gathered around, some of them still in their uniforms, others already dressed and ready to head out. They’d been watching the quiet exchange between the couple with knowing smiles, clearly aware of the unspoken bond that had only deepened over the years.

“You two are so sappy,” one of the teammates, Mia, teased, grinning from ear to ear. “But it’s cute. I’ll admit it.”

“You’re just jealous,” Azzi shot back with a wink, causing the group to laugh.

Paige rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at her lips. “Alright, alright. Let’s not make this a team-wide roast session,” she said, though it was clear that the camaraderie and ease of the moment were something she treasured.

The conversation shifted, and the team began to scatter, each heading off to their next commitments, but not before stopping to give Alina one last hug or wave. The little girl was the unofficial mascot of the team—always the bright light in every room, always with a smile and a laugh that could turn any hard day around.

Azzi carefully handed Alina back to Paige, adjusting her wife’s arms before leaning in one last time to give her a quick kiss on the lips. “I’ll meet you at home,” she said, voice hushed, before stepping away.

“Looking forward to it,” Paige replied, giving Azzi one final, lingering glance.

Alina reached out for her mom, her tiny hands grasping onto Paige’s shirt with all the strength her small body could muster. Paige laughed softly and lifted her up once again, settling her on her hip. “Alright, sweet girl,” she whispered to Alina. “Let’s get you home.”

The two of them walked out of the locker room together, the evening air cool against Paige’s skin as they made their way to the car. Alina’s eyes were heavy, her little head nodding off in the crook of Paige’s neck as they approached the car. Paige’s heart felt full in a way it hadn’t in a while—peaceful, content, like everything was falling into place.

It was funny how life had a way of working itself out, she thought. When things felt chaotic, when the world felt too loud and demanding, there was always a quiet moment waiting—right there, in the simplicity of her family, in the love they shared.

As Paige buckled Alina into the car seat, she let herself breathe a little deeper. Tomorrow would be the start of something special—just the three of them, no distractions. Just love.

And, for once, that felt like enough.

—

The next morning, Paige woke up early, her body still adjusting to the calm after the whirlwind of the past few days. The sun was just beginning to peek through the curtains, casting soft golden rays across the bedroom. She could hear Azzi moving around downstairs, the sounds of clinking dishes and the low hum of the coffee machine filling the air.

Paige stretched, her muscles still a little sore from the game the day before, but a sense of relief washed over her. Today was theirs—no media, no games, just the simple joy of being together.

Alina, still bundled up in her pajamas, was curled up next to her, her tiny hand resting on Paige's chest. The peacefulness of the moment was almost surreal, as if the chaos of the world outside could no longer reach them. Paige didn’t want to move, not yet. She just lay there for a few more moments, listening to the steady rhythm of her daughter’s breathing.

When Alina finally stirred, her little face scrunching up as she yawned, Paige kissed the top of her head and whispered, “Good morning, baby.”

“Morning, Mommy,” Alina mumbled, her voice still thick with sleep. “Where’s Mommy ?”

Paige chuckled softly. “She’s downstairs, making us breakfast.”

The mention of breakfast made Alina’s eyes light up. “Pancakes?” she asked, her voice full of excitement.

“I think so,” Paige replied with a grin, knowing full well that Azzi’s idea of breakfast usually meant a hearty spread of pancakes, bacon, and a mountain of fruit. Alina loved it, and so did Paige. It was one of those little traditions they had, a rare treat when they could afford to slow down.

Azzi’s voice floated up from downstairs. “I heard that! Yes, pancakes it is—now, if you two don’t get down here soon, I might just eat them all!”

Alina squealed and wiggled out of Paige’s arms, already half-running toward the stairs. Paige followed more slowly, her heart swelling with love as she watched her daughter’s excitement. Alina’s small feet pitter-pattered down the stairs, the sound of her laughter echoing through the house.

By the time Paige reached the kitchen, Azzi was already at the stove, flipping pancakes with the same easy grace she had on the court. The smell of warm batter and sizzling bacon filled the room, and Alina was perched on one of the chairs, already eagerly awaiting her first bite.

“Smells amazing,” Paige said, leaning against the doorway and watching her wife in the kitchen. Azzi smiled, but her eyes were soft, full of love and contentment.

“It’s a family day,” Azzi said, her voice light. “What else would we do except make pancakes?”

Paige grinned and joined Alina at the table, pulling her daughter onto her lap. “I’m not complaining,” she said, kissing Alina’s cheek. “I think you might have just made my day.”

“Yay!” Alina cheered, clapping her hands together.

Breakfast passed in a haze of giggles and syrup-sticky fingers, the simple joy of being together filling the air. Azzi told stories about the games she had played, exaggerating a few of the more ridiculous moments to make Alina laugh. Paige chimed in with her own tales, and the room was alive with the warmth of shared history.

After they ate, they decided to head out for a walk. The weather was perfect—sunny but not too hot, with a cool breeze that rustled through the trees. Paige and Azzi walked hand in hand, with Alina skipping in front of them, collecting rocks and flowers as she went. The path they took led through a quiet park near their house, a place they used to visit when they first moved in together. It had become a place of comfort over the years, a small corner of the world where they could just be.

Azzi had her arm around Paige’s waist as they walked, her steps in sync with hers, and Alina’s joyful shrieks echoed through the trees as she ran ahead, too caught up in her adventure to worry about anything else. It was a rare sight, this—Azzi and Paige, walking side by side, with nothing but the sound of their daughter’s laughter and the rustling leaves around them.

“I love these days,” Azzi said softly, her voice carrying a sense of deep contentment.

“Me too,” Paige replied, her eyes softening as she watched Alina chase after a butterfly. “It’s the best kind of day.”

The three of them continued their walk, the world outside the park seeming distant and unimportant. They didn’t talk much after that—there was no need. It was enough just to be together, to share the quiet moments and the simple pleasures. Paige felt like she was soaking in every second of it, knowing how quickly life could shift and change.

Later, they returned home and spent the afternoon lounging on the couch, watching movies with Alina nestled between them. There were no games to prepare for, no commitments to rush off to. Just the comforting feeling of being a family—Azzi, Paige, and their little girl.

At one point, Alina drifted off to sleep on the couch, her head resting against Azzi’s shoulder. Paige smiled and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She knew these moments were fleeting, and she wanted to savor every second of it.

“Do you think we could do this more often?” Paige asked, her voice a little quieter now, as if afraid to break the peace they had created.

Azzi turned her head, meeting her gaze. There was a gentle seriousness in her eyes as she thought about it for a moment. “We’ll make the time,” she said, her voice soft but resolute. “This... this is what matters.”

Paige nodded, squeezing her hand. “Yeah. This is all that matters.”

The sun began to set outside, painting the sky with warm shades of orange and pink. It was the end of a perfect day—a family day—and as Paige watched her wife and daughter, her heart swelled with gratitude.

—

As they approached the park, the atmosphere felt serene. The trees swayed gently in the breeze, and the sound of birds chirping filled the air. Alina, full of energy and curiosity, bounded ahead of her mothers, her small legs carrying her quickly across the soft, grassy field. She spotted a group of children playing near the playground, their laughter ringing in the air.

“Mama, can I go play with them?” Alina asked, her wide eyes shining with excitement as she pointed to a little girl who was swinging on a bright red swing.

Paige glanced at Azzi, who gave her a reassuring nod. "Sure, sweetie. Just stay where we can see you," Paige called after her daughter.

Alina didn’t need any more encouragement. She ran off, her tiny feet kicking up the grass, her arms outstretched like she was about to take off flying. Paige and Azzi followed slowly, their footsteps matching the rhythmic pace of the wind.

As they approached the playground, they saw Alina hesitating, watching the other kids closely. She seemed a bit shy, unsure how to join in.

“Hey, are you coming to play?” called out a voice, and Paige turned to see a little girl with curly brown hair and bright green eyes standing by the swings, a welcoming smile on her face. She looked to be about the same age as Alina, maybe just a little older.

Alina’s face lit up. “I’m Alina! Are you going to swing too?” she asked with wide-eyed curiosity.

The little girl nodded enthusiastically. “I’m Zoe! I love swinging high! Do you like swinging?”

Alina hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. “I’m not sure if I can swing high,” she said shyly. “Mommy always pushes me on the swings.”

Zoe smiled knowingly. “My mommy helps me too. We can swing together! I can show you how!” She jumped into the swing, pumping her legs back and forth, making the swing go higher and higher.

Azzi and Paige stood on the edge of the playground, watching the interaction between the two little girls. They exchanged a quiet look, amused by the ease with which Alina had made a new friend.

Zoe stopped swinging and hopped off, running to the swing next to Alina’s. “Come on! I’ll show you how to do it! You just push your legs like this.” Zoe demonstrated, her legs pumping the air as she bounced on her toes, then pushing backward, gaining momentum.

Alina's eyes widened. “Oh! Like this?” she asked, sitting on the swing and tentatively pushing off the ground with her small feet.

“Yeah! You got it!” Zoe cheered, clapping her hands. “Now you’re swinging!”

Alina giggled, her confidence growing as the swing creaked beneath her. She kicked her feet higher, her smile growing wider with every motion. "I'm doing it!" she squealed, her voice filled with pure joy.

Paige and Azzi couldn’t help but laugh, watching their daughter experience the simple, yet profound joy of making a new friend.

“You okay, babe?” Paige asked, leaning against Azzi’s side.

Azzi smiled down at her. “Yeah. I just... I’m glad to see her so happy. It’s good for her to have friends.”

“I know,” Paige agreed, her voice soft. “She’s been so focused on us and the games lately. I didn’t realize how much she missed this... just playing, being a kid.”

Azzi wrapped an arm around Paige’s waist. “We all miss it sometimes. Life gets so busy, but days like today remind me what’s important.”

Paige squeezed her hand. “I couldn’t agree more.”

Meanwhile, Zoe and Alina were now racing to the slide, their laughter ringing out through the park as they darted around the playground. Zoe reached the bottom of the slide and turned to cheer, “Last one up is a slowpoke!”

Alina giggled and raced after her, her little legs moving as fast as they could go. “I’m not a slowpoke!” she called out, her voice full of determination.

When they both reached the top of the slide, they looked at each other with big grins. “Ready?” Zoe asked, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Ready!” Alina shouted, and they both launched themselves down the slide at the same time, landing in a heap at the bottom, their laughter mixing together like music.

Azzi and Paige couldn’t help but watch the interaction with wide smiles, their hearts swelling with happiness.

“You think they’re going to be best friends?” Paige asked, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

“I hope so,” Azzi replied. “I think Alina’s found her new playground partner.”

Just as she said that, Alina and Zoe ran over, both of them breathing heavily from the excitement. Alina’s face was flushed with happiness, her curls bouncing with every step.

“Mommy, look! Zoe is my best friend!” Alina exclaimed, grabbing Zoe’s hand and holding it up proudly.

Zoe nodded vigorously. “Yeah! We’re best friends now! We’re going to play together every day!”

Azzi chuckled and crouched down to their level. “That sounds like a lot of fun. I’m glad you made a new friend, Alina.”

Zoe looked up at her mom, who had been sitting on the bench watching them. “Mommy! Can Alina come play at my house tomorrow? We can play dress-up and make pretend!”

Paige exchanged a surprised look with Azzi but then smiled, her heart full at the sight of their daughter bonding so quickly. “I think we can arrange that,” she said. “But first, let’s get you two some lunch, okay?”

The girls nodded eagerly, their faces lighting up with excitement. Zoe turned to Alina. “We can have ice cream after lunch! Mommy says we’re going to the shop on the corner.”

Alina’s eyes widened. “Ice cream? I love ice cream!”

Azzi stood and held out her hand to Paige. “Looks like we’ve got an afternoon full of new memories ahead of us.”

Paige grinned and took her wife’s hand. “Yeah, it’s shaping up to be a perfect day.”

As they walked toward the park exit, the two little girls chatting excitedly ahead of them, Alina looked up at her mothers with a big smile. “Best day ever!” she exclaimed, her happiness radiating from her.

Azzi and Paige exchanged a glance, their hearts full. It was, indeed, the best day ever. And it was just the beginning.

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darlinluxx · 3 months ago

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𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 | 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐀𝐄 𝐁𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐊 ౨ৎ

pairing : saebyeok x fem!reader

angst, like the tiniest amount of fluff ever at the end ??

warnings : angst, smoking

summary : you two keep on finding your ways back to each other but it always results in heartbreak and tears

a/n : based off of watercolor eyes by lana del rey n’ lowkey my own love life (😭)

if you have any requests, feel free to message me <3

𝐓he cigarette smoke curls around you, mimicking the tangled mess of feelings you have for her. you watch Saebyeok from across the small, cramped bedroom, her face half-illuminated by the flickering neon sign outside. her expression is typically stoic, a mask she wears so well, but you know the subtle shift of her jawline when she’s frustrated, the almost imperceptible softening of her eyes when she looks at you. these details, learned over months of a relationship that has been more of a battlefield than a haven, are etched in your memory.

this time, it’s your fault. again. you’d pushed too hard, questioning her about her brother, about her plans, about the future that always seems so impossible when you’re with her. she had retreated, as she always does, into a fortress of silence and sharp edges. and here you are, the inevitable aftermath of your own impatience.

“you okay?” you ask, your voice barely cuts through the city’s hum

she doesn’t meet your eyes, taking another drag of her cigarette. the cherry end glows like an angry ember. “fine.”

“Saebyeok…” you start, but she cuts you off with a sharp exhale.

“don’t.” it’s a command, not a plea.

you know that tone. it’s the one that precedes her packing her meager belongings, the one that leaves you standing alone in the wreckage of another argument. it’s the tone that makes your stomach clench with a mix of fear and a bitter kind of familiarity.

this is the dance you’ve perfected. the push and pull, the silent treatment followed by tentative reconciliation, the whispered words of love that dissolve as quickly as they come. you love her, you desperately do. you love the way she fights for what she believes in, the steel in her core, the rare smiles that feel like a sunbeam piercing through the clouds. but loving her is exhausting. it’s a constant tightrope walk over the abyss of her past.

you remember the first time you met, the stark contrast between her guarded exterior and the flicker of something wounded in her eyes. you were drawn to her instantly, to the mystery she exuded, the quiet strength that seemed to vibrate beneath the surface. you’d thought you could be the one to unlock her heart, to soothe the pain she carried. you were naive then, fueled by a romanticism that has long since been bruised and battered by reality.

the silence stretches between you, heavy and suffocating. you want to reach out, to take her hand, but you know it’s futile. she’s built a wall around herself, and you’re not sure you have the strength, or the right, to tear it down again. days turn into weeks, filled with the aching hollowness of her absence. you find yourself replaying your arguments, searching for a different outcome, a different way to make things okay. you know you should let her go, that this constant cycle of pain isn’t healthy, but the thought of a life without her is a bleak and empty prospect. she is your addiction, your constant source of both torment and euphoria.

then, a message on your phone. a single word on your screen — “meet.” it’s curt, ambiguous, but it’s enough to send your heart racing. you rush to the place she suggested, a dingy convenience store where you’d shared too many cheap meals and stolen kisses.

she’s there, outside, leaning against the brick wall, her face impossibly beautiful in the harsh fluorescent light. she looks different. a vulnerability has replaced the usual guardedness, and it terrifies you more than anything.

“i miss you.” she says, the words barely audible. her gaze doesn’t waver.

your own breath catches in your throat. you want to collapse into her arms, break into tears, to tell her that you’ve missed her too, that you’ve been lost without her. but years of this tumultuous dance have taught you caution.

“what now?” you ask, your voice quiet.

she takes a step closer, her hand brushing yours. the contact is electric, a jolt that shoots through you. “i don’t know,” she admits, her eyes searching yours. “but i want… i want to try.”

and in that moment, looking up into her eyes, you realize that you would follow her anywhere, even to the edge of the world, even if you know you might fall. you know the cycle will probably continue, the arguments, the silences, the inevitable heartache. but you also know the joy, the passion, the moments of raw connection that only she can offer. you’re trapped in her gravity, and maybe that’s exactly where you belong.

so, you nod, your heart full of both hope and dread, and reach for her hand, ready to face the chaos yet again. the dance is set to begin anew, but this time, you are determined to change the steps. or at least, try.

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