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found this on pinterest—u might already have this, but yeah this is for paige's family <3

shut up this is so cute i needed this for inspiration

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hey queen, miss you!! -😛

miss you how are you!

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bb i miss you 💍

hi babeeeee

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we miss u bae 😔🌹

hi babe

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tonight made me want to write again

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genuinely that caitlin ask was PHENOMENAL im so picky about writing but yours is always so peak <33 also welcome back!

stop ily thanks bae!!

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hey im not sure if this is similar to the previous requests u've gotten, but

reader and CC were teammates in iowa (privately dating with fans and media speculating about them) then the draft happened—different teams—CC's PR team advised her to be in a PR relationship with u know who—and uh, reader did not take it well. they started drifting apart and the internet had a few reasons why—some thought they were together and broke up, some thought they were beefing due to being on different teams, or u can add ur own ideas ;)

angst but with a happy ending!

behind the scenes

caitlin clark x reader

warnings:none/notes: i’m back!

it was always quiet between you and caitlin.

not silence—but something softer. something intimate. you’d be in the back row of the team bus, headphones tangled, your shoulder leaned into hers, and nothing needed to be said. you’d lie side by side on the floor of your shared apartment, the glow of film study still flickering on the tv, your fingers brushing somewhere between the couch cushions. it wasn’t official, but it was everything.

at iowa, you learned the rhythm of her. how she liked her coffee. the way her voice dipped when she was tired. the little smirk she gave before she pulled up from the logo, already knowing it was going in.

and she knew you too. every tell. every scar. every story.

nobody said it out loud, but people knew.

fans clipped moments from post-game hugs and tunnel glances like they were watching a romance film in slow motion. “are they…?” the tiktoks whispered. “idk but they give something.”

you never confirmed anything. you didn’t have to. there were just glances that lingered too long, cheeks flushed after every win, hands always finding each other when no one was looking.

you didn’t know it at the time, but that was the golden part. the part you’d ache for later.

then came the draft.

you sat beside her in the green room, fingers laced under the table, hidden from the cameras. she looked over at you when her name was called, and you kissed her cheek before she stood up. it was supposed to be everything. a beginning.

but they sent you to two different cities.

two different teams.

two different lives.

you thought you could handle it. you were strong. you were used to early mornings, late flights, long practices. what was a little distance compared to everything you’d already been through together?

but the truth was: the distance wasn’t just miles. it was what happened after.

it started with a phone call.

she sounded off. distracted. like she was trying to read a script someone else had written.

“they’re asking me to… do this thing,” she said.

you could hear the tension in her jaw through the phone.

“what thing?” you asked, already knowing you weren’t going to like the answer.

“a fake relationship. just for PR. nothing serious. it’s just—”

you already knew the name before she said it.

connor.

“they think it’ll help… neutralize the rumors. you know. keep the focus on basketball.”

you didn’t say anything at first. just sat there on the hotel room bed, staring at the little blinking light on the minibar fridge.

“you don’t have to do this,” you said eventually, voice quiet. “you know that, right?”

“i know,” she said. but she didn’t sound like she believed it.

and then the pictures started coming.

her at brunch with him.

her sitting courtside at his game.

her in a hoodie you’d left at her apartment.

the internet lost its mind.

suddenly, it was caitlin clark and connor mccaffrey trending every week.

suddenly, it was like you’d never existed.

your teammates stopped asking how she was.

you stopped wearing the necklace she got you.

you deleted the shared notes app you kept for late-night thoughts and grocery lists and half-written love letters.

and still—your chest cracked open every time her name came up in post-game interviews.

because even when you tried not to care, you did.

you cared so much it burned.

there were theories, of course.

fans speculated for weeks.

some thought you two had been secretly dating and broke up.

some thought you hated each other now—just two stars, too competitive, too jealous to coexist.

some clung to hope, dissecting every subtle interaction like it held the answer to everything.

and the worst part?

you missed her.

you missed the way she used to say your name. you missed the jokes no one else got. you missed waking up to “good luck today, kill it” texts and falling asleep to grainy facetime calls where neither of you said much, just listened to the sound of the other breathing.

you missed her.

then came the game.

your teams faced off midseason.

sold out arena. tv cameras. screaming fans.

everyone was watching.

and so was she.

you felt her eyes on you during warmups. you looked over—just once—and she gave you this tiny smile like she wanted to say everything she couldn’t.

you didn’t smile back.

you couldn’t.

the game was brutal. elbows. fouls. trash talk. you guarded her like you didn’t still dream about her hand in yours. she scored on you once and muttered something under her breath that almost sounded like an apology.

after the game, you didn’t even hug.

you walked past her like she was just another player in your way.

twitter lit up.

“wait… what was THAT?”

“no handshake???”

“they definitely have beef.”

“or they were in love. idk. either way i’m invested.”

you avoided the clips.

she didn’t.

she watched the replay a dozen times that night, alone in her apartment, a bottle of gatorade sweating beside her on the counter. you stared at the ceiling in your hotel room, wondering how it all got so far away.

you told yourself it was over.

but then the offseason came.

and one night, after a charity game in iowa city, you saw her again.

she was standing near the exit, hat low on her forehead, hands buried in her pockets like she didn’t know what to do with them.

you didn’t mean to walk toward her. your body just went.

“hey,” she said.

you just looked at her.

she looked older. not in a bad way. just tired. like she’d been pretending for too long.

“i broke it off,” she said.

you blinked.

“the PR thing,” she added. “i told them i couldn’t do it anymore. i couldn’t keep—”

she swallowed hard. “—i couldn’t keep pretending i wasn’t in love with someone else.”

your heart twisted.

“caitlin,” you said, and it came out like a breath.

“i know i messed up,” she said. “i let them talk me into something that made me lose you. i thought i could protect us by hiding. but i just made it worse.”

you looked at her for a long time.

at the freckles you used to count when she fell asleep in your lap.

at the girl who used to be yours.

you didn’t answer right away.

you just stepped closer. slowly.

and when you spoke again, your voice was soft.

“you didn’t lose me,” you said.

“you just have to fight for me this time.”

and she nodded.

not like she was promising anything.

not like it would all be fixed with a kiss.

but like she knew.

like she finally understood what it meant to love out loud.

you didn’t take her hand that night.

you didn’t need to.

somewhere in the silence between you, something shifted.

maybe this time, you’d make it work.

not in secret.

not with maybes.

but with hands held tightly and names spoken fully and hearts unhidden.

maybe this time, it wouldn’t be out of bounds.

im back!! will update my wattpad book soon, keep the requests coming.

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caitlin family requests bc i want to write pls and thankssss

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i'm actually serious about this please 🙏

about what !

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would you do a nika fic???

yas

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what happened “fic tonight” two days ago? 😢😢

i broke my nose sorry guys i’ll be back very soon

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fic tonight anyone…? in a writing mood requests are open

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hiii can you do just write some more bella content nothing specific!!

tyy

CAITLIN AND BELLA HEADCANNONS

warnings: none, i can do more of these if people like them.

— bella has caitlin clark wrapped around her little finger, and she knows it. she’s been aware of this fact since before she could even talk. all she has to do is give caitlin one pout, tilt her head, and hit her with a soft, “mama, please?” and boom—whatever she wanted is hers.

— caitlin cannot say no to her. she tries sometimes—really, she does—but the second bella so much as sniffles, caitlin’s already backtracking.

“bella, baby, i already told you—”

bella sniffles dramatically, eyes wide and glassy like she’s about to sob.

caitlin, panicked: “okay okay okay, we can get it—don’t cry!”

— she always takes bella on her little errands, but they turn into mini shopping sprees because caitlin lets her pick out anything she wants. you check the receipt later and see way too many charges under “toys & kids apparel.”

— when you ask her what’s up with that, caitlin just deadpans, “bella needed them.”

— caitlin spoils her rotten. the first time bella asks for a pony, you laugh. caitlin looks seriously into it.

— bedtime is a joke. bella knows she should be asleep, but she also knows caitlin is a total pushover. she’ll climb onto caitlin’s lap and say, “mama, can we cuddle just a little longer?” in the sweetest voice ever and caitlin melts.

— they fall asleep on the couch together all the time, and when you try to wake caitlin up, she just mumbles, “five more minutes, babe,” and pulls bella closer.

— sometimes caitlin acts like she’s the only parent, not in a bad way but just because bella is glued to her. like when you call bella’s name and she’s literally sitting in caitlin’s arms, she doesn’t even react.

“bella, come here.”

no response.

“bella.”

bella looks at caitlin.

“baby, mommy is talking to you.”

bella finally turns to you, blinking like she just noticed you were there.

— whenever bella does something ridiculous, caitlin is so unserious about disciplining her. if she throws something across the room and you tell her to pick it up, caitlin struggles not to laugh.

“baby, you can’t just throw things like that.”

bella crosses her arms dramatically. “yes i can.”

caitlin turns away, shaking with silent laughter.

you: “caitlin.”

caitlin, clearing her throat, trying to be serious: “bella, listen to mommy.”

— if bella has even the tiniest scrape, caitlin freaks out. she will stop everything to inspect it, even if it’s just a little bump.

“baby, let me see—does it hurt? are you okay? should we go to the doctor?”

“mama, it’s a boo-boo.”

“exactly. we need to get you checked out.”

— caitlin will play basketball with her for hours. even though bella is only two, caitlin is already planning her WNBA career.

“she’s got a nice shot, babe.”

“caitlin, she’s barely tall enough to hold the ball.”

“okay, but look at that form.”

— bella thinks every mom is a pro athlete because of caitlin. one day, she meets another kid’s mom and is shocked when she finds out she doesn’t play basketball.

“your mommy doesn’t play?”

“no?”

bella turns to you, completely horrified. “mommy, why??”

— but the most heartbreaking moment for caitlin is when bella—who has always been mama’s girl starts showing more love to you.

— caitlin is flabbergasted the first time bella runs straight into your arms instead of hers. she pouts about it for hours.

“babe,” she mutters, looking tragic, “she loves you more than me now.”

“caitlin, she’s still obsessed with you.”

“but you’re her favorite now.”

bella, clinging to your side, nods solemnly. “mommy is the best.”

caitlin gasps like she was just betrayed.

— but later that night, bella wakes up crying and immediately crawls into caitlin’s arms. she clings to her shirt, presses her face into caitlin’s neck, and mumbles, “mama.”

— caitlin immediately looks at you like, see? she still loves me.

— from that moment on, caitlin starts working overtime to reclaim her title as bella’s favorite. she goes all in on bribery—extra cookies, later bedtimes, whatever it takes.

— you catch her whispering to bella one day, “remember, baby, i’m the fun one.”

— and bella—who is now very aware that her parents are competing for her love—milks it.

— she goes to you when she wants cuddles, kisses, or attention. but when she wants to bend the rules, she runs straight to caitlin.

— you hear her one night, after you told her no more cartoons before bed, creeping up to caitlin and whispering, “mama, mommy said no, but you can say yes.”

— caitlin knows she should reinforce the rules, but bella is looking up at her with those big eyes and that sweet little face, and all logic leaves her brain.

— she flicks her gaze toward you in the kitchen before whispering back, “one episode. but don’t tell mommy.”

— bella giggles and runs to grab the remote while caitlin sits there feeling like the biggest pushover ever.

— when you walk in five minutes later and see paw patrol playing, you immediately glare at caitlin.

“caitlin.”

“babe—”

“you let her have the remote, didn’t you?”

“no—well, yes, but technically, she was very persuasive.”

bella, proudly pointing to herself like, “yes, i did that.”

— but then one night, when bella has a bad dream, caitlin is the first one she runs to.

— she climbs into bed, crawls straight into caitlin’s arms, and snuggles into her chest, mumbling, “mama, i had a bad dream.”

— caitlin immediately holds her close, stroking her hair and kissing her forehead, whispering, “it’s okay, baby, mama’s got you.”

— you roll over and watch the two of them curled up together, and even though you’ve been teasing caitlin about spoiling bella too much, you can’t even be mad.

— caitlin catches your eye over bella’s head and just smirks.

— “see?” she mouths. “still her favorite.”

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love your writing 🫶🫶🫶 would you write something kinda angsty were reader is frustrated with cait for being a pushover when it comes to their daughter

PUSHOVER

CAILTIN CLARK X READER

warnings: a little angst, not much.

notes: lots more bella to come, i see the requests dw

it was exhausting.

every single time you tried to set a rule, to establish even the slightest sense of structure for bella, caitlin would swoop in and undo it in an instant.

bella wanted ice cream before dinner? caitlin caved after one pout.

bella refused to wear shoes outside? caitlin carried her like she was some kind of royalty.

bella didn’t want to go to bed yet? caitlin let her stay up “just a little longer” to cuddle.

and now, right now, you were standing in the middle of the kitchen, watching the same exact scene unfold for the millionth time.

“bella, no,” you said, your patience already thin. “you already had a cookie today. we’re not having another one.”

bella pouted, her little fingers gripping the counter, looking up at you with her biggest, saddest eyes. “but mommy… i need one.”

you sighed, rubbing a hand over your face. “bella, we’ve talked about this. just because you want something doesn’t mean you need it.”

but bella wasn’t even looking at you anymore. she had already turned to her real target.

“mama,” she whined, voice dripping with dramatics. “please?”

you felt your blood pressure rise as you followed her gaze to caitlin, who was already wavering. her arms were crossed, but her resolve was paper thin.

“caitlin,” you warned, voice sharp.

she hesitated. for a second, you thought maybe, maybe she’d back you up.

but then bella tilted her head, reached up on her tiptoes, and whispered, “just one?”

and just like that, caitlin folded like a damn deck of cards.

“okay, just one,” she said, already reaching for the cookie jar.

your eye twitched.

“are you kidding me?” you snapped, throwing your hands up.

bella giggled in victory, clutching her prize as caitlin—who at least had the decency to look guilty—turned back to you.

“babe, it’s just a little—”

“no.” your voice was sharp, frustrated. “this is exactly what i’m talking about, caitlin! every single time i try to set a rule, you just—just give in! do you have any idea how frustrating that is for me?”

caitlin opened her mouth, but you weren’t done.

“she has you wrapped around her little finger, and you let her,” you said, exasperated. “this is why she always goes to you when i tell her no—because she knows you’ll give her whatever she wants!”

bella, still munching her cookie, nodded.

caitlin shot her a look. “whose side are you on?”

bella just grinned, unbothered.

you crossed your arms, staring caitlin down. “well?”

caitlin sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. “babe, i just—i hate telling her no, okay? she’s so cute, and she asks so nicely—”

“caitlin,” you cut in, your voice tight, “she literally throws fits when she doesn’t get her way. she knows she can manipulate you, and she does it all the time.”

caitlin flinched like that actually hit her.

bella gasped, offended. “mommy!”

you shot her a look. “don’t ‘mommy’ me, little miss i-know-mama-is-a-sucker.”

bella giggled, not even denying it.

caitlin looked between the two of you, then back at you, her face softer now. “babe, i get it, okay? i’ll try to be better.”

you scoffed. “try?”

caitlin sighed, stepping closer. “i will be better.”

you searched her face, frustration still burning under your skin, but you could see she meant it.

“good,” you muttered. “because if you keep doing this, i’m going to lose my mind.”

caitlin’s lips twitched, but she held it together.

“okay,” she said. “next time she asks for something unreasonable, i’m standing my ground.”

you narrowed your eyes at her. “next time she asks for a new toy at the store?”

caitlin froze.

bella’s eyes lit up. “toy?”

you groaned. “oh my god.”

short one sorry!!! how is everyone??

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Omg u back wifey

i’m back now i was being a fakie before

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miss you bb!!!

hi!!!!