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[caitlinclarksbiceps]

Hi! Could you write for Kate martin with tiktoker reader that pranks her a lot and kate just have cute reactions. Reader tells kate she wants to break up and her reaction is like "no, you dont" and that one prank calling her other name. You could do any prank you want by the way.

suree!! I'd love to do this! ^^

[caitlinclarksbiceps]

Love, Lullabies, and Us

𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 : W! Nika x Pregnant! Reader

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 : Swearing, had to mention "Y/N" multiple times

𝗪𝗖 : 5.2k

𝗔/𝗡 : Hey everyone! This is a sequel to my story, Sunny Days! I'm thinking about turning it into a family series, but I'd love to hear what you all think! (Requested 🏷️ @iowahawkeyes22 )

PART 1

Tomorrow marks a monumental day in your life, it's your wedding day with Nika. Tonight, you both find yourselves at a hotel, celebrating the night before your big day, but in separate rooms, a tradition rooted in superstition. You can hardly contain your excitement, the thought of finally becoming Nika's wifey fills you with joy. As you sit in your room, a warm smile spreads across your face while your hands gently caress your noticeable baby bump. The anticipation of what’s to come makes your heart flutter.

When morning light breaks, your makeup artist and stylist arrive, transforming your hotel room into a flurry of beauty and elegance. They work their magic, applying makeup and adjusting your gown, turning you into a vision of beauty that you can hardly recognize. As you stand in front of the mirror, you give a small spin, and your breath catches in your throat. The reflection staring back at you is stunning—radiant, joyful, and glowing in every possible way. You are overwhelmingly happy, words fail to express the feelings swelling within you.

Meanwhile, in her own room, Nika shares the same excitement. She’s slipping into the bridal gown she has envisioned wearing for so long. What makes this moment even more special is the fact she’s wearing it to marry you. You can almost feel her thrill from afar as you imagine the wide smile on her face. After hours of preparations and a flurry of nervous energy, the time finally approaches for you to head to the wedding venue.

As you arrive, the grand doors swing open, revealing a beautiful scene. Your veil cascades down, elegantly framing your face. You begin to walk down the aisle, surrounded by a lush arrangement of flowers that you and Nika carefully selected. Each step you take is filled with delight and a hint of disbelief that this dream is finally coming true. From across the aisle, you catch sight of Nika, her eyes glistening with tears that stream down her cheeks. This is it, this is the moment you have imagined for so long, marrying your soulmate, with the baby you wanted together nestled safely within you walking down with you.

Little flower girls scatter petals along the red carpet just before you entered to walk, each delicate bloom leaving a trail of beauty. As you approach the end of the aisle, your mother gently takes your hand, lovingly guiding you towards Nika, who waits eagerly to receive you. The look in her eyes is filled with love and gratitude, and when she takes your hand in hers, it feels like your hearts align.

“You’re breathtaking,” Nika whispers, her voice breaking ever so slightly with emotion. Tears glisten in her wide eyes, and you can't help but beam back at her, feeling a flutter of cheekiness from her heartfelt compliment.

“And so are you, my love,” you respond, feeling as if your heart could burst from joy. The wedding ceremony unfolds before you, but it’s the moment of exchanging vows that makes everything so real.

“Dear my love…” Nika begins, her voice steady yet full of affection.

“I vow to love you like the ocean loves the shore, endlessly, faithfully, and always comforting you when you get dramatic about the food we order from fast food, insisting that you like mine better. I promise to be your calm in the storm, your partner in mischief, and the excuse to leave those awkward parties a little early. I’ll cherish your laugh like the first warm day after winter, and your quirky habits like rare treasures known only to me. Through every chapter of our lives, those quiet mornings, thrilling adventures, and the moments when life gets a little messy, I choose you, over and over. Your heart is my favorite place, your smile is my sweetest song."

As you listen to her vows, tears well up in your eyes, a mixture of happiness and laughter spilling over. You can’t help but soak in every word she says, feeling more loved than ever.

Then it's your turn. You take a deep breath and speak from your heart, “I promise to love you louder than the roar of the crowd at your games, and softer than the warmth of your favorite hoodie after practice. I vow to be your biggest supporter, whether you’re sinking hoops on the court or scattering snacks all over the couch. You've taught me that true strength is not just in how we play the game, but in how fiercely we love, loyal and wholeheartedly. I’ll be by your side through every season of our lives, celebrating those championship highs, enduring the tough losses, and enjoying those late-night road trips where I find myself tracking your flight as if it were my full-time job. I promise to always believe in you, chase your dreams with you, and remind you, no matter how tall you stand on the court, I’ll still manage to steal your hoodies, your fries, and, effortlessly, your heart.”

As your words hang in the air, you and Nika share laughter and joyful tears, a beautiful connection woven through every sentiment shared.

Finally, the moment arrives where the priest asks, “Do you, Nika Mühl, accept Y/N Y/L as your wife, in richer times and poorer, until death do you part?”

“I do, father,” Nika responds without a single moment’s hesitation.

“Do you, Y/N Y/L, accept Nika Mühl as your wife, in riches and in struggles, until death do you part?” he asks, now directing his attention to you, and with a radiant smile, you reply, “I do.”

"You may now kiss" the priest declared, and in that moment, everything else faded away. Nika, with a soft smile and bright eyes, pulled you in by the waist, leaning in for a kiss that was both tender and filled with passion. It was as if time stood still, and you could feel those tears of joy streaming down your cheeks, a mixture of love and overwhelming happiness washing over you.

As she pulled back slightly, locking eyes with you, Nika whispered, "God, I love you so much." She wrapped her arms around you, holding you tightly but with a gentle touch, mindful of your growing baby bump. It was a beautiful reminder of the life you were creating together, and every moment felt like a dream come true.

"And I love you," you replied, feeling yourself melt into her embrace. It was hard to believe how special and magical this day truly was, a day you would remember for the rest of your lives.

It had only been a few months since you and Nika exchanged vows, but every single day since then had been filled with happiness, and you couldn’t help but think about how everything was just perfect. You felt like the luckiest person in the world.

Now, as the sun rose on yet another day, it was bittersweet because today, Nika had to leave for one of her games. They were heading to Los Angeles and would be away for a whole week before returning to Seattle for their next match. The reality of it all hit you hard, and you helped her pack her bags, participating in this routine while your pregnancy hormones ran wild. Much to your dismay, tears cascaded down your cheeks—seriously, it felt like you could fill a bucket with all those emotions.

Nika noticed your distress and wrapped her arms around you, her reassuring voice cutting through your worries. "Hey, baby, it’s okay. I’ll call you as soon as I get on the team bus, and I’ll keep you updated while we’re on the way there. Okay?" She spoke softly, trying to soothe your fears even though you couldn’t quite understand why you felt this extra pang of longing for her today compared to other trips.

"Just promise me you'll bring me back some food when you get home," you said through your sobs, your voice a mix of sadness and playful desperation. Nika couldn’t help but chuckle at your plea, and she nodded decisively. "I will, princess, I promise you," she said, planting a gentle kiss on the top of your head, her way of sealing the promise.

As the time came for her to leave, you felt a wave of loneliness crash over you the moment Nika stepped out of the house. With a heavy heart, you decided to curl up on the couch and lose yourself in a movie, hoping it would distract you from her absence. Just about an hour later, your phone rang, breaking the silence—Nika was calling you from the team bus. You smiled, feeling a rush of warmth at the sound of her voice, and you wouldn’t let her hang up until you’d shared a few more sweet moments together, even from a distance.

Nika’s face filled your phone screen, her dark brown hair tucked beneath her grey hoodie, a few strands framing her sharp cheekbones. Those familiar dark brown eyes were still impossibly bright, twinkling even through the grainy camera. You could hear the low hum of her teammates chatting in the background, but her attention was solely on you.

“See, love, I called the second we left,” she teased, her accent soft and affectionate, lips curling into that irresistible grin. “How’s my dramatic wife holding up without me?”

You dramatically flopped back on the couch, one hand on your bump, the other still gripping the hoodie she left behind. “I’ve been abandoned. Betrayed. Left to raise this tiny Croatian firecracker alone,” you whined, pouting. Nika let out a quiet laugh, running a hand through her brunette waves.

“You’ve been alone for only an hour, princess.”

“One hour's too long.” You sniffed, your voice cracking with exaggerated heartbreak. “I cried over a TikTok because someone got engaged in taylor's concert, you know, during that love story song… and then cried because your hoodie still smells like you.”

Her expression softened, dark eyes glowing with warmth as her teasing faded into something gentler. “Aww, love…” She leaned closer to the screen. “I miss you too. And our little peanut.”

You smiled, your hand instinctively tracing circles over your belly. “The baby's been kicking like crazy today. Probably mad you ditched us.”

Nika’s grin widened, her Croatian accent thickening slightly with pride. “Already has my attitude, huh? That’s my kid.” Her eyes twinkled. “But I know where they get the dramatics—from their mama.”

You gasped. “Excuse me? I am a graceful, composed, emotionally stable woman.”

Nika burst into a laugh, and you could hear her teammates snickering behind her. “Babe… you cried over soggy fries last week.”

“They were cold, Nika!”

“They were like…lukewarm at worst,” she teased, shaking her head.

You rolled your eyes at her but couldn’t help smiling. “Whatever. You better bring back fries. And nuggets. And… like, a cookie the size of my face.”

Nika chuckled softly, her dark eyes turning serious again, filled with affection. “I’ll bring back the whole bakery if that’s what you want.” She paused, her voice dropping to that sweet, sincere tone that always melted you. “I hate leaving you, you know? Especially now.” Her gaze flicked down to your bump before returning to your eyes. “But I’ll be home soon, princess. I promise.”

You let out a soft smile as you wrapped up the call. It was clear that Nika needed to focus and rest while she was on her way to Los Angeles, so you decided to let her go and enjoy the journey. After all, she had a big game ahead, and the last thing you wanted was to distract her.

But when tomorrow finally rolled around, you found yourself feeling a bit lonely. Sure, there was excitement bubbling up inside you because tonight was the night you’d finally get to watch Nika's game on TV! You had even gone a little overboard and stocked up on an array of snacks to cheer her on, popcorn, nachos, even some sweet treats. You wanted to be the loudest fan in the room, even if it was just you in your cozy living room.

You had really wanted to be there with her in person, cheering from the sidelines, but Nika had insisted that you stay home. “You’re so close to your due date,” she said with that familiar hint of concern in her voice. “I just can’t risk anything happening.” It made you feel a bit guilty, but deep down, you understood. She was just looking out for you and the little one growing inside you, and you couldn’t really argue with that kind of love and worry.

So here you were, one hour away from tip-off, pacing around your living room, trying to combat that slight sense of isolation. The anticipation was almost unbearable! Just to hear her voice, you picked up the phone and called Nika.

“Hey, baby! How are you doing?” Nika’s voice came through warmly, but there was a faint buzz of background noise, sneakers squeaking against polished hardwood, basketballs thudding in the distance, the faint, sharp whistle of a coach barking instructions.

You sat up straighter, your heart doing that ridiculous little flip. “Oh, you’re already at the arena?” you asked, immediately seeing her, dark brown hair pulled back into a neat ponytail, those intense espresso-colored eyes sharp with focus, her Croatian features drawn in determination.

“Yeah, courtside at Crypto Arena,” she confirmed, shifting the phone slightly, the background coming into focus. You caught a glimpse of towering stadium lights overhead, rows of empty seats still filling up, and the bright gleam of the Sparks's court polished to perfection. “Had to sneak off for five minutes. Told Coach I was calling my ‘pregnant, hormonal wife so she doesn’t eat the couch out of stress."

You snorted, grabbing a handful of popcorn, your free hand instinctively cradling your bump. "I’m not eating furniture! just half the snack cabinet.”

“Half? Babe, you were supposed to save the good snacks for the game,” Nika teased, adjusting her hoodie over her jersey. You could just imagine her name stitched on the back, Mühl in bold letters, the number 1 underneath, a familiar reminder of every proud moment you’d watched her dominate the court.

“The baby wanted nachos, I don’t control the baby anymore,” you said with faux innocence, biting back a grin.

Nika shook her head, but her eyes softened, glowing even under the harsh arena lights. “Love… I miss you. I hate being this far from you.”

You let out a shaky breath, your eyes flicking to the TV, already set to the sports channel, the familiar pre-game graphics rolling across the screen. “Me too,” you admitted, voice cracking slightly. “It’s weird… watching you play from here, knowing I should be there in the stands—”

“No,” Nika cut in, her tone gentle but firm, that fierce protectiveness kicking in. “We’re too close to your due date. I can’t risk… I can’t—” she paused, visibly wrestling with the emotions behind her steady exterior. “I need you both safe, okay?”

You nodded, the lump in your throat growing. “Okay… but you better wave at the camera. I need my TV moment.”

Nika’s laugh cracked through her serious expression, her dark eyes shining. “Deal. I’ll blow you a kiss mid-game, get fined for PDA if I have to.”

Your laugh melted into something softer, your heart aching, full of love and nerves and pride. “Go crush them, superstar.”

“Always,” she whispered, her voice lowering. “And after? FaceTime. I want to see your face… and your snack crimes.”

“You got it,” you grinned, feeling lighter already.

The background roared as the announcer’s voice boomed through the arena, and Nika’s eyes darted to the court. “Gotta go. I love you—more than basketball.”

You smirked. “Wow, Croatian love confessions on game night? I must be special.”

She winked, backing toward the tunnel. “The most special. I love you.”

The line clicked off, but your living room suddenly felt warmer, brighter, even from miles away.

You settled back on the couch, your bump shifting under your hand, your eyes glued to the TV.

“Alright, kid,” you whispered with a grin, “let’s go cheer for Mama.”

The second quarter was heating up, and you were already a wreck.

Your living room looked like a mini sports bar exploded—empty snack bags, half a soda can tipping precariously on the coffee table, your bump sticking out proudly under Nika’s oversized team hoodie. You were absolutely not sitting still. No chance.

The game had you on edge—L.A. fans roaring through the TV speakers, the fast-paced plays, and your wife darting across the court like she owned the place.

“Come on, Nika… come on… YES—YES, BABY!” you shrieked as Nika sank a three-pointer, nearly launching yourself off the couch, your popcorn bowl dangerously tilting as kernels flew.

The baby kicked in solidarity, or possibly protest, but you didn’t care. You were already bouncing, carefully, up and down in place, your bare feet hitting the floor as you cheered like there's no tomorrow.

“That’s my wife! MY WIFE!” you hollered at the TV, pointing aggressively toward the screen as if the commentators could hear you. “Look at her go! Look at those handles! Croatian queen, future MVP, love of my life!”

The next play, Nika stole the ball mid-pass and zipped down the court for a clean, easy layup.

You practically levitated.

“Oh my God—OH MY GOD, THAT’S MY GIRL,” you shouted, hands in the air like you were signaling touchdown instead of basketball. Your voice cracked, eyes watering from pure, unfiltered pride.

“Look at her, little peanut! Your mama’s a beast out there! You’re genetically destined for greatness!” you giggled, one hand rubbing your belly, the other dramatically fanning your flushed face.

Another camera close-up of Nika filled the screen, sweat on her brow, intensity written all over her sharp features, and she did the quick hand-to-lips kiss, that subtle wave. Just for you.

You stopped mid-bounce, hands flying to your chest, overwhelmed.

“Okay, I’m gonna cry,” you sniffled, wiping your face with your sleeve. “Damn hormones… damn beautiful wife… ruining me.”

It happened in the middle of the fourth quarter.

One second you were screaming at the TV, full-blown feral wife mode, popcorn everywhere, wearing Nika’s hoodie like a badge of honor—and the next?

Your brain short-circuited.

At first, you thought… maybe the soda can tipped over, or maybe you sat on an ice pack (weird).

But no.

Oh no.

You looked down. Wide-eyed. Heart racing.

“Okay… okay, that’s… not the soda…” you muttered, frozen for a solid three seconds as the reality hit you like a freight train.

Your water just broke. On the couch. During Nika’s game.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” you exclaimed, eyes darting between the TV, where Nika was mid fast-break down the court, and the absolute crisis happening in your living room.

Panic set in instantly. You couldn’t call Nika, she was literally on national TV, winning, being the love of your life and the hero of the game… she’d probably throw her whole career away if you called her mid-contraction.

“Okay, okay—best friend—call… call… CALL!” You scrambled for your phone, fingers shaking as you hit dial, pacing awkwardly around the living room in a hoodie and pajama shorts, liquid trailing with every step.

The phone rang twice before your best friend picked up, voice casual and oblivious “What’s up? Screaming at the refs again?”

You barely breathed. “My water broke.”

A beat of silence.

“…Wait, like dramatic movie scene broke? Or like, you spilled something again and you’re being extra?”

“Movie scene broke. Like, wet couch, baby coming, can’t call Nika ‘cause she’s on the court, I’m freaking the hell out—what do I do?!” Your voice cracked, eyes darting wildly to the TV, where Nika was obliviously assisting another perfect shot.

Your best friend practically choked. “Holy sh*t—okay, okay—breathe. I’m coming over. Sit your dramatic ass down, don’t move, grab your hospital bag—did you pack snacks? No, never mind, I’ll bring snacks—”

You were pacing again, half-laughing, half-crying. “I’m literally leaking on the hardwood floor, and you’re talking about snacks?!”

“Priorities! You’ll be starving after, I know you,” she shot back, already rustling around on the end of the line.

On the TV, Nika was still mid-game, fierce and flawless, no clue her wife was about to have a whole baby mid fourth-quarter.

“I swear to God if she finds out after the game, she’ll combust,” you muttered, rubbing your belly as another tiny contraction rippled through.

“Good news, you get to meet the baby,” your best friend said, already rushing out their door. “Bad news, I have to peel your dramatic, crying ass off the couch first. Stay put. I’m five minutes away.”

You exhaled, adrenaline spiking, a wild mix of fear, love, and pure chaos buzzing through you.

The final buzzer echoed through the arena, the crowd erupting as the scoreboard flashed victory. Nika’s teammates swarmed the court, hugging, high-fiving, the usual post-win chaos. But her eyes? They darted immediately to the sideline, scanning for her phone like clockwork.

You always texted right after a game, proud, teasing, some dumb flirty message that made her grin no matter how exhausted she was.

Except… nothing.

No text.

No missed call.

Just radio silence.

Her heart squeezed, nerves replacing adrenaline as she grabbed her phone from the bench. The first thing she saw wasn’t from you, it was from your best friend.

"Hey, don’t freak, but Y/N’s water broke mid-game. We’re at the hospital. Baby’s coming. She’s okay, but you should get here."

The world tilted.

Her pulse thundered in her ears, drowning out the cheers around her. Her fingers trembled, unlocking her phone again, rereading the message over and over like it might change.

“Sh*t” Nika hissed under her breath, shoving past celebrating teammates, her heart hammering so hard it hurt. She barely heard her coach congratulating her, the blinding arena lights, all she could see was the hospital’s name in the text.

She tried calling you, straight to voicemail.

Panic clawed up her chest, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios. She was supposed to be there. Holding your hand. Whispering terrible jokes while you cussed her out through contractions.

Not here. Not an arena hundreds of miles away.

Nika’s hands were shaking as she shoved her sneakers into her duffel, fingers barely working fast enough to zip the bag shut. Her heart thundered like it might crack her ribs, the text from your best friend burning into her brain “Y/N’s water broke. We’re at the hospital. Baby’s coming.”

Baby’s coming.

Her baby.

Your baby.

Too soon. Too fast.

And she wasn’t there.

“F**k, f**k, f**k,” Nika muttered under her breath, practically bulldozing her way through the locker room, ignoring confused teammates and lingering press trying to flag her down. Her jersey was half off, hoodie barely yanked over her head, and her bag thudded hard against her hip with every frantic step toward the exit.

The team manager called after her. “Hey, media’s waiting—"

“I can’t, my wife’s in labor.” Nika snapped, voice cracking, practically throwing herself into the team manager’s path. Her eyes were wild, glassy with panic. “I need to get to Seattle. Tonight. Right now. My wife—she’s—God, my wife’s having the baby"

The manager’s face fell, snapping immediately into action. “Okay, okay, breathe, Mühl. Go get changed, I’ll call the front desk. We’ll get you on the first flight out.”

But Nika was already dialing on her phone, fingers trembling, trying your number again—straight to voicemail.

“Come on, love” she whispered, pacing tight circles near the exit, her Croatian slipping out as stress twisted in her chest. Her teammates hovered nearby, concern etched across their faces, but she barely noticed.

All she could hear was the deafening silence of your missed call. All she could see was the faint mental image of you—alone, scared, pacing your living room, belly full of their child, and she wasn’t there.

Airport security blurred past her. She didn’t remember half the drive there, her duffel flung in the backseat, her game-worn shoes still dangling from her backpack, hoodie half unzipped, passport clutched tight as she bolted through LAX like a woman possessed.

The ticket agent barely had time to finish their sentence before Nika slammed her passport down on the counter. “Next flight to Seattle—emergency. My wife’s in labor—please.”

The attendant blinked at her flushed, frantic face, dark eyes wide, jersey still peeking out beneath her hoodie. “I—um—let me check—”

“Please,” Nika’s voice cracked, chest heaving. “I can’t miss this.”

The next thirty minutes were a blur of airport chaos, security lines, impatient passengers, shoving her phone in her pockets with trembling hands, jogging across the terminal, heart pounding with every wasted second.

Her phone buzzed, a text from your best friend “They’re okay. She’s strong. Baby’s taking their time. I’ll update you.”

Nika sagged against the gate wall for half a breath, shoulders shaking, relief flooding in, but it wasn’t enough.

Not until she was there.

Not until she was holding you both.

The second they called boarding, Nika nearly tripped sprinting down the jet bridge, ignoring stares from flight attendants as she collapsed into her seat, legs jittering, palms sweaty, her mind looping worst-case scenarios over and over.

The flight felt like an eternity.

Every ding of the seatbelt sign, every bump of turbulence, every minute trapped in that metal plane made her skin crawl. She scrolled through old photos of you, grinning selfies, your baby bump poking out from under her hoodie, sleepy pictures of you curled against her chest, all while biting back the sting of tears.

The moment the plane touched down, Nika shoved past rows of drowsy passengers, muttering apologies as she practically vaulted down the aisle, duffel slung over her shoulder, hair a mess, eyes bloodshot, lungs burning.

She didn’t care.

She tore through the terminal, hailed the first cab she saw, barking out the hospital address with a voice so hoarse it barely sounded human.

Every red light was agony. Every slow turn, every traffic delay made her fists clench white-knuckled against her knees.

She texted the whole way

“I’m almost there.”

“Please hold on.”

“I love you both.”

Finally, finally, the cab screeched to the curb of the hospital.

Nika threw bills at the driver, bolting through the automatic doors like a storm in sneakers and panic.

Nurses barely got a word out before she blurted, “Labor and delivery—my wife’s here—her water broke—Y/N L/N—please—”

A nurse guided her to the room, and her legs nearly gave out as she spotted you through the window, pale, exhausted, hair messy but eyes sparkling despite it all, cradling the impossibly small bundle in your arms.

Her throat closed. The world tilted. Her heart cracked and mended all at once.

She stumbled in, breathless, knees weak, eyes stinging.

“You made it,” you rasped, voice soft and teasing despite the exhaustion in your face.

Nika collapsed beside you, forehead pressed to yours, hands trembling as she touched both you and the tiny miracle between you.

“I’m here,” she choked, tears streaming freely. “I’m so f**king here.”

Nothing else mattered.

Not the game.

Not the distance.

“I love you,” she breathed, pressing kisses into your hair, your temple, your shaking shoulders. “I love you both more than anything.”

The room, the world, it all blurred. But this? You, her, the tiny miracle between you?

This was everything.

[caitlinclarksbiceps]

Hi! I have request for a Kk Harvey Fic

Could you do one where we surprise Kk at one of her games (we’re already dating) and we bring a sign that says something cute on it and she sees it, then after the game when we meet up with her she asks to keep it?

omgg first kk requesttt, I'll surely do this oneeee!!!!

[caitlinclarksbiceps]

I'm in the middle of working on a sequel to Sunny Days and I'd love to hear your thoughts on who I should write about next!

[caitlinclarksbiceps]

Hold Me Down

𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 : W! Sonia x W! Reader

𝗪𝗖 : 2.3k

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 : none

a/n : I love love loveeee writing for sonia citron. Please send me more requests if you have any in mind! (Requested by 🏷️ @jupitermoonbaby )

Today’s a big day! It’s the Washington Mystics facing off against the Atlanta Dream, which means you’re gearing up to play against your girlfriend, Sonia. It’s kind of a hilarious situation, really. She’s out there guarding you like you're just another player on the court, no softness in her eyes, no hint of affection, and definitely no sign that you two are anything more than fierce competitors. It’s almost funny how everyone can see the tension, how tough she looks while she swipes the ball from your hands without a second thought. But deep down, you know her way better than anyone else ever could. You see past the intense exterior she shows to the world. You see the real Sonia, the one with the soft bubbly, personality hiding beneath that tough facade.

Rewind to your freshman year at college when you first crossed paths at tryouts for the women's basketball team at Notre Dame. At first glance, you thought she might be more than a little intimidating, her personality seemed as unyielding as it gets, and you figured it might be hard to connect with her. But oh girl, you were wrong! Once you started hanging out and getting to know her better, it was like peeling back layers of an onion to find a sweet little softie hiding beneath all that bravado. Just a few months later, you two hit it off and officially became a couple, excitingly revealing your relationship to the world. Friends and teammates were thrilled for you both, cheering at how perfect you seemed together.

On the court, your chemistry was undeniable. It was as if you and Sonia were playing with a shared brain. Every assist you made led directly to her shots, and she reciprocated flawlessly, wherever one of you went, the other was right there, almost like you were glued together. It felt like a beautiful dance, and everyone noticed how well you performed as a duo. But then came graduation and the real test of your relationship. With the draft coming, decisions had to be made. Sonia was picked by the Mystics, and you ended up with a spot on the Dream, which meant, unfortunately, that you would both be heading in different directions.

Now, that separation? It’s been tough on Sonia. Back in college, she followed you everywhere—literally, she’d tag along even when you were off doing earthly things like, well, using the bathroom!

You still remember one time when you grabbed a roll of toilet paper and said, “I’m going to poop. Alone.”

She blinked. “Why would you go through something like that without me?”

You stared. “Sonia. It’s pooping.”

She trailed behind anyway. “I’ll wait outside the door. We can talk.”

“Girl-”

“Babe, emotional support isn’t limited to public spaces.”

You shut the door.

“Let me know if you need anything. Like a wet wipe… or moral encouragement!”

You nearly screamed.

Another time, you tried sneaking out of your dorm early for a 6 AM solo workout.

You quietly closed the door, tiptoed down the hallway, turned the corner—and screamed.

Sonia was already standing there, in full gear, holding two granola bars.

“Going somewhere without me?” she asked, deadpan.

You blinked. “How did you even know?”

“I sensed a disturbance in the girlfriend force.”

One time you said, “I think I need some space.”

She gasped, stepped back dramatically, and said, “Is this enough?”

You sighed. “Sonia, we’re still holding hands.”

“Exactly,” she grinned. “Just like you wanted.”

One night in college, Sonia showed up outside your dorm with a backpack, a blanket, and exactly one sock.

You opened the door. “Sonia. Why are you barefoot?”

She looked up at you like a sad puppy. “I miss you. Can I sleep over? I brought my emotions.”

You crossed your arms. “Didn’t we just hang out for seven hours?”

“Yes, and it was the best seven hours of my life,” she sniffled. “But then I remembered I have to sleep alone, and suddenly I couldn’t breathe. I’m very delicate.”

You sighed. “You live two floors down.”

She held up the blanket dramatically. “Two floors too far.”

Distance has never been her thing. You figured you could manage the long-distance relationship, but for Sonia, it’s a different story. On that dreaded day when you both had to part ways, she was practically on the verge of tears, FaceTiming you non-stop, telling you every second about how miserable she felt without you. To everyone else, she’s this tough, cold powerhouse on the court, but you know the real her—soft, clingy, and head over heels in love with you.

By the time the game rolls around, the arena is buzzing with excitement. You can’t help but smile with pride as Sonia nails a three-pointer, bringing the crowd to its feet. It’s both of your first pro games, and as intense as it feels to be opponents, you sorely miss her. Months have passed since you last saw each other after the draft, and between training sessions and busy schedules, it’s been nearly impossible to find a free moment together.

During the halftime break, you catch a glimpse of her looking your way—her eyes searching for you, but she can’t break away since you both need to stick to your respective locker rooms. The Mystics are up by ten points, and honestly, you’re torn. Do you feel bummed because your team is lagging behind, or are you happy to see Sonia killing it as a top scorer? Then your phone buzzes, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Hello, gorgeous. I can’t wait to spend time with you later (づ￣ ³￣)づ” That adorable text from Sonia instantly puts a smile on your face.

Finally, the game wraps up with the Mystics taking home the win. You try your best to look disappointed, but inside, you’re beaming with happiness for Sonia’s success. After packing away your gear in the locker, you hear the sound of hurried footsteps approaching. Turning around, you’re met with Sonia running toward you, grinning like a kid in a candy store, her arms wide open for a hug.

“Babbyyyy!” she shouts with an excitement that nearly knocks the breath out of your lungs as she envelops you in her embrace. You can’t help but laugh, pushing her away just slightly so you can catch your breath.

“Oh my god, Soniii!” you chuckle, both of you lost in that moment of pure joy and connection. Even amidst the competitive spirit of the game, it felt like home to you, and that made it all worthwhile.

“Oh my gosh, I’ve missed you so much!” Sonia exclaimed, her tall frame leaning in as she showered your face with soft kisses, smothering you in playful affection. She started to affectionately sniff every inch of your face and neck, making you giggle uncontrollably from her exaggerated antics.

“Stop! You’re going to wipe my face off!” you laughed, trying to gently push her away, though there was no seriousness behind your words.

“I just can’t help it! I’ve missed you way too much!” Sonia replied, her voice full of genuine longing, as she enveloped you in a bear hug, squeezing you tightly as if letting go would somehow tear the universe apart.

“Hey, could I crash at your place for the week?” she asked, her voice adopting that cute, pleading tone that always melted your heart. “We’ll head back to Washington after our game next week,” she added, a hopeful look in her eyes. How could you even think of saying no? It had been ages since you two shared a real moment together. You nodded eagerly and leaned in to plant a quick kiss on her lips, which only widened her infectious grin.

As you drive to your apartment, Sonia was already buzzing with excitement, rattling off a list of all the things she wanted to do with you while she was in Atlanta. “Okay, first off, movie night! I’ll handle dinner, and then we absolutely have to go bowling! Oh, and let’s catch the sunset while having a picnic—it’ll be so romantic! And how about we try making some TikToks together? That could be hilarious!” The excitement in her voice was contagious, and you couldn't help but chuckle in response.

“Yeah, I think we were planning on that already,” you said, matching her vibe.

“I seriously miss you—like, a lot,” Sonia admitted again, making it sound heartfelt as if it were the hundredth time she'd said it. “And I miss you, too,” you assured her, your eyes sparkling with love as you gazed at her.

“You know, back in my apartment in Washington, sometimes I just wish I could magically go back to college so I could be with you every single day,” she confessed, her voice quivering slightly. The way she spoke made your heart ache a little.

“I get that, but hey, at least we still manage to see each other,” you said, trying to lighten the mood.

“Barely,” she shot back, her hands tenderly caressing your thighs while her other hand expertly controlled the steering wheel. You couldn’t help but tease her a bit.

“Look at you, all soft and cuddly, when just the other day, your teammates were calling you the one with the poker face!” you chuckled, recalling those Instagram reels where everyone couldn’t help but agree that Sonia was the queen of the serious look. At your playful jab, she rolled her eyes dramatically, giving in to laughter.

“Shut uppp!” she said, playful annoyance dancing in her eyes.

“Well, I want to be the only one who gets to see this clingy side of you,” you remarked, which made her cheeks flush with joy.

Sonia tapped your leg lightly. “Okay, but like... be honest. Were you actually trying to break my ankles on that crossover in the third quarter?”

You laughed. “Please, I did break your ankles. I saw your soul leave your body for a second.”

“Oh my god, rude!” Sonia gasped, clutching her chest in mock offense. “I let you have that. Out of love. It was a gift. You’re welcome.”

You smirked, turning toward her. “A gift? Babe, your knees buckled like a folding chair.”

Sonia snorted, swerving a little as she laughed. “Shut up! You wanna walk home?”

“I dare you,” you shot back, grinning. “You’d last two minutes without me. Three, tops. You’re clingier than my sports bra after practice.”

“Rude and accurate,” she said, poking your thigh. “I missed this. I missed you. Like, seriously—it’s been so dry without you. My plants died. I started talking to my vacuum. Her name’s Sheila.”

You burst into laughter. “Oh no, not Sheila!”

“Sheila’s loyal. Unlike someone who crossed me over in front of thousands of people!”

Once you finally arrived at your apartment, you both hurriedly took a shower and brushed your teeth, just like an old couple in a romantic comedy. Then, you plopped down on the couch, wrapping yourselves up in cozy blankets while picking a movie to watch. It felt so right, like no time had passed at all. The warmth of her presence brought you so much happiness, and you could hardly believe how easily your bond remained unbroken even after months apart.

You had barely hit play before Sonia was already inching closer, wrapping herself around you like a human scarf.

“Babe,” you said, laughing. “You’re literally on top of me.”

“That’s because I’m cold,” she mumbled, already halfway buried under your hoodie.

“We’re under two blankets.”

“Cold... emotionally,” she deadpanned.

You rolled your eyes, adjusting your position as she dramatically draped her leg across yours like a possessive octopus.

“Can you breathe?” you asked.

“Don’t need to,” she replied. “I’m living off your love now.”

You snorted. “You’re so clingy.”

“I’m not clingy,” she said, tightening her grip. “I’m... efficiently attached.”

You laughed, brushing a crumb out of her hair. “Did you just snack in my hoodie again?”

She looked up innocently. “Maybe. You’re my emotional support pantry.”

While Watching the movie Sonia pointed at the screen. “You’d totally survive this horror movie. You’d throw me at the killer and run.”

You playfully acted shock. “Excuse you, I’d be the one saving you. You’d trip on literally nothing.”

She nodded solemnly. “Facts. I tripped during warmups today.”

You cuddled closer. “Don’t worry. I’ll always pick you up.”

She paused, looked at you with a soft smile, and whispered, “Promise?”

You nodded. “Always.”

Hours passed and you felt thirsty, you shifted slightly, trying to wiggle free. “Okay, I need to get up and grab some water.”

Sonia immediately tightened her limbs around you like a boa constrictor. “No.”

“Babe—”

“You leave, I die.”

You blinked. “You’ll be fine for two minutes.”

“I won’t!” she wailed, dramatically burying her face in your neck. “Do you want my ghost to haunt this couch?! Is that what you want?!”

You sighed, trying not to laugh. “I’ll literally be ten feet away.”

“And that’s ten feet too many,” she sniffled. “Please. I’m fragile. Like a croissant. A sexy, emotional croissant.”

You stared at her. “...Did you just call yourself a sexy croissant?”

“I contain multitudes.”

Eventually, you negotiated, you got up to grab the water, but only after making Sonia a little blanket burrito and promising to yell “I love you!” from the kitchen every 10 seconds.

You only made it five seconds before she yelled, “I miss you!!”

When the movie was about to end you noticed that Sonia had dozed off in your arms, her head nestled comfortably against your neck. A smile crept across your face as you realized how perfect the moment was, your heart felt like it could burst from happiness. Gently, you reached for your phone and snapped a quick pic, capturing the cozy scene of Sonia holding you close, both of you lost in your own little world. Just moments after posting it on Instagram, your phone blew up with notifications, each one more amusing than the last.

“Soni, this isn’t you!” one fan joked in the comments, while another chimed in, “Sonia the koala?” and yet another quipped, “Is this really Sonia? Or is this AI?” You couldn’t help but laugh at the playful comments flooding in. Eventually, you turned off your phone, sinking back into the comforting embrace of your girlfriend until sleep gently took you both, wrapped up in each other.

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I mean, I'd take a pinch of cait's biceps too...

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𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 : W! Nika Mühl x Reader

𝗪𝗖 : 4.05k

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 : Cheezy af (bcs i luvvv cheesyyy storiess)

a/n : the wc is originally 5.5k, but the first half got deleted and I don't know what to do😞 But I hope y'all still get the story line! Enjoy^^ lmk if y'all still want me to write the first half!^^ (Requested by 🏷️ @iowahawkeyes22)

PART 2

As the plane ascended smoothly into the sky, a wave of relief washed over you. You nestled your head against Nika’s shoulder, instinctively placing your hand on your stomach, where you still held onto the hope that the IVF procedures would yield positive results. Feeling a gentle squeeze on your hand, Nika took the one that was resting on your tummy and, with tenderness, pressed a soft kiss onto it. “It’ll be fine,” she reassured you, her eyes sparkling with warmth. “Whether or not we have a baby, my love for you won’t change. In fact, I might even love you more.” Her smile was a balm for your anxious heart, and hearing those cheesy words filled you with joy. Yet, beneath that happiness, a crawling ache resided. You couldn’t help but yearn for a child of your own, and with each negative pregnancy test, that hope felt like it was slowly dimming.

It has been three months since that unforgettable evening when Nika took you by surprise and asked you to marry her. At first, you had no idea that this would be anything more than a simple dinner date by the beach. The warm breeze caressed your skin as you enjoyed a peaceful meal, completely unprepared for the moment that would change your lives forever. When Nika unexpectedly knelt down in front of you, it was as if time stood still. You could hardly believe your eyes as she proposed, leaving you with a whirlwind of emotions.

Now, fast forward two months since the IVF surgery that both of you had agreed to pursue. The decision to embark on this journey together was a significant one, born from your mutual desire to welcome a child into your lives before your wedding day. The images of a family filled with laughter and joy danced in your mind and drove you both forward. Yet, despite the excitement and hope that came with this choice, each time you took a pregnancy test, the results came back negative. This was especially disheartening, as you were experiencing many signs of pregnancy. Each negative result chipped away your hope.

Just last night, you received a call from your mother, who urged you to visit your hometown for an upcoming family reunion. Initially, you assumed you'd be making the trip alone since Nika had been deeply busy in her training during the off-season, focused on preparing for the next basketball season. To your surprise, she insisted on accompanying you, stating that, in her eyes, you were far more important than basketball. This gesture warmed your heart and reminded you of the bond you share, even amid the uncertainties that life throws your way. Together, you and Nika are navigating an emotional journey, and her support serves as a beam of hope as you both continue to dream about the family you wish to build.

After what seemed like an eternity in the air, the plane finally touched down at your destination. You and Nika made your way to the baggage claim, excitement bubbling inside as you anticipated the adventures that awaited you. As you bent down to grab your luggage, you noticed Nika watching you with a determined expression. Just as you were about to reach out and grab your luggage from the baggage claim area, Nika swooped in unexpectedly and snatched it up before your fingers could even touch it. "Hey!" you exclaimed, giving her a playful glare that conveyed your surprise and a hint of faux annoyance. She simply shrugged her shoulders and replied, “What?”

“That luggage is mine! Hand it over!” you said, your tone lighthearted as you attempted to wrest it from her grasp. However, Nika was quicker than you anticipated, swiftly moving the bag behind her to keep it out of your reach. “I just don’t want you to get tired from holding this,” she responded with a mischievous smile, but in reality, you felt inclined to take it since she was already juggling a significant number of bags and you didn’t want to add to her burden.

“But you’ve got so much already!” you insisted, wanting to relieve her of at least one piece of the load. “So what?” she shot back with a light-hearted smirk. “I’ve got muscles, and you don’t.”

Her teasing made you gasp dramatically, covering your mouth with an exaggerated expression of shock. Nika, ever the playful one, couldn't help but continue to poke fun at you. She poked at your arms and remarked, “Eww, they’re so small,” mimicking an exaggerated disgust that only made you feel more flustered. You stood there momentarily speechless, taken aback by her playful banter, which only fueled her laughter even more.

Even with an impressive collection of bags in her hands, the tall brunette effortlessly leaned down to wrap her arm around your waist, guiding you gently as you both made your way out of the bustling airport. In that moment, despite the playful back-and-forth, her caring nature shone through, and you felt grateful for her presence by your side.

As soon as you and Nika stepped outside the airport, you both decided to call a cab so that you could finally make your way to your mother’s house. Nika was thoughtful enough to open the back door of the cab, allowing you to settle in first. Once she saw that you were comfortably seated, she took it upon herself to load your bags and luggage into the trunk, ensuring everything was secure before joining you in the car, sliding into the seat beside you.

The drive seemed to stretch on for hours, yet the anticipation of seeing your mother made the time feel less significant. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you arrived at her house. As the cab came to a stop, you and Nika were greeted by the warmest of welcomes. Your mother’s face lit up with joy as she rushed towards you both, showering Nika with bright smiles, affectionate hugs, and a sweet kiss on the cheek.

“Oh my goodness! My girls are finally here!” your mom exclaimed, her happiness radiating through her cheerful voice. In a light-hearted moment, you pointed to yourself with a grin and said, “Mom, your daughter is right here!” Your playful jest made her laugh, and she turned to you, enveloping you in a warm embrace followed by gentle kisses on the cheeks.

After sharing a few heartfelt moments, Nika took the initiative to carry your luggage to the room that your mother had designated for you both during your stay. Meanwhile, your mother, bubbling with excitement, led the way to the kitchen, her excitement is visible. “I prepared something delicious for you two to eat!” she announced, clearly eager to share a special meal after being apart. As she busied herself in the kitchen, she added, “We were overjoyed when we found out that you both are engaged now.” Her cheerful voice filled the space with warmth as she began to serve up the food, setting the table for a delightful reunion filled with love and laughter.

"I really want to marry your daughter, ma," Nika declared with a bright smile, her voice cheerful as she enjoyed a delicious meal that your mother had lovingly prepared for the two of you as a warm welcome. "So, I asked her to marry me as soon as I could," she continued, her eyes sparkling with excitement. You couldn't help but notice the genuine smile on your mother's face, glowing with happiness for both of you at that moment.

"Thank you for making my daughter so happy, my dear," your mother said softly, affectionately tapping Nika's shoulder in a gesture of warmth and approval. Nika responded with a gentle smile of her own, and you could feel your heart racing with joy at the sight of the two women sharing such a heartfelt moment.

After you both finished the delicious meal, you helped wash the dishes, the sound of clinking spoons filled the room. Suddenly, you were startled by the sound of a small voice calling from the direction of the door. "Auntieeee!!!"

Turning around, you saw your niece running towards you at full speed, her little arms outstretched, ready to embrace you around your legs. "Hey there, girly!" you exclaimed with a warm smile, happy to see your sister's daughter.

"We just arrived, me and Mom!" your niece announced with an excitement that was hard to resist, her eyes bright with excitement as she caught sight of you and Nika. "Aunt Nika! I have new toys I want to show you later!" she added, practically bouncing on her feet.

Nika let out a soft chuckle, delighted at the child's energy. She bent down, scooping the little girl into her arms. "Really? I'm looking forward to seeing them! Show me later, and I promise I'll play with you," Nika responded, giving your niece a high-five that was met with squeals of delight.

“Auntie Nicha (Nika)” the little girl said, nestled in Nika’s arms and stuttering adorably, “we watched your basketball game on TV! I told all my classmates that you’re my auntie because you’re going to marry my auntie, who is my mommy's sister.”

Nika couldn’t help but chuckle at the sweet innocence of the little one. “Oh really?” she responded with a playful grin, “Do you think I’m good at playing basketball?”

Without missing a beat, the little girl nodded rapidly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Yes! You shoot from way too far away from the hoop, and it’s so cool!” she squealed, causing you and nika to laugh, the joyous sound filling the room.

Just then, your older sister burst into the kitchen. The moment she spotted you, her eyes widened in surprise. “Sis!!!” she exclaimed, rushing over and wrapping you in a tight embrace. “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe it’s been so long since I’ve seen you! I heard you’re engaged now, huh?”

Your sister’s teasing tone made both you and Nika blush fiercely, Nika still cradling your niece in her arms as the three of you stood together.

As your sister turned her gaze towards Nika, who was standing next to you, she playfully exclaimed, “Hey, Mühl, I’d better not catch you doing anything to hurt my sister!” There was a teasing tone in her voice. Nika responded with a soft chuckle, her lips curling into a warm smile as she looked at your sister. “Oh, I could never bring myself to do that!” she replied, her voice full of sincerity. With that, she gently set the little kid down, who had been perched on her arms, adding to the cheerful energy in the room.

After several minutes filled with laughter and playful banter among all of you, you decided it might be a good idea to take a break. Your mother had mentioned earlier that there was a family reunion scheduled for the following morning, and you wanted to make sure you were rested and ready for the activities ahead.

As the sun rose on a bright new day, you and Nika found yourselves eagerly preparing for the long-awaited reunion. The excitement was noticable as you both moved about the house, gathering your things and ensuring that everything was just right for the occasion. Once you finished getting ready, you headed downstairs, where waited for your mom, sister, and niece.

Settling onto the couch beside Nika, you were both caught up in cheerful conversation, but then, out of the blue, Nika wrapped her arms around you in a warm embrace. “You look absolutely stunning, my princess,” she said with genuine affection, planting a soft kiss on your cheeks. That sweet gesture made you chuckle with delight and feel a flutter of happiness in your chest. “You’re not looking too shabby yourself,” you replied playfully, giving her a wink and a light shrug, sharing an unspoken bond that only the two of you seemed to understand.

Just then, your sister made her entrance. walking down the staircase with your mom and niece right beside her. In a teasing tone, she declared, “Alright, enough with the flirting, it's time for us to head out!” Her sudden interruption filled the room with laughter and a fresh wave of excitement, reminding everyone that the much-anticipated reunion was about to begin.

As soon as you and your family arrived at the venue for the family reunion, the atmosphere was already buzzing with cheerful energy. Your little niece could barely contain her excitement; a radiant smile stretched across her face as she eagerly bounced out of the car, racing towards her cousins, who were waiting with open arms. Nika, ever the thoughtful one, took your hand in hers and guided you gently as you both exited the vehicle. Once you were finally outside, she wrapped her arms around your waist, beaming with satisfaction and wanting to show everyone your love for each other.

Just then, your uncle, who had been observing the joyful scene unfold, called out to you with a hearty greeting that brought warmth to your heart. "Oh my! It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen you both!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine delight. "It feels like just yesterday that you were a little kid running around, and now here you are, all grown up and happily engaged!" His laughter mingled with your smiles, creating a moment that felt both nostalgic and heartwarming.

Your mother, who had been standing nearby, couldn't resist chiming in. "I can hardly believe that my little girl has grown up so fast either!" she added with a hint of joy in her voice. She looked at Nika, her gaze softening with a motherly warmth. “And I know that Nika here will take wonderful care of my lovely daughter,” she said, throwing Nika a radiant smile. Your uncle nodded in agreement, chuckling once more at the sight of you all together.

"Now, let me show you to your table," your uncle offered, gesturing happily as he led the way through the crowd of family and friends bustling about the venue. As you walked, he turned back with an inviting grin, adding, "There will be games later, and I hope your fiancé here will participate! I’ve heard she’s quite skilled with balls," he remarked with a playful wink towards both you and Nika.

The family reunion had officially kicked off, and as everyone settled in, one of your relatives took on the role of the announcer, eagerly sharing the lineup of games that were to happen before the much-anticipated meal. It was a lively gathering, brimming with excitement and laughter, as the first event was set to be a classic favorite among the younger attendees, musical chairs. The atmosphere was electric, with children darting around the chairs, their giggles ringing through the air. However, the playful competition also came with its share of disappointments, as some little ones found themselves without a seat and could be seen with tears forming in their eyes, while others erupted in laughter at the chaotic scene unfolding around them.

Once the musical chairs concluded, the festivities continued with a thrilling piñata for the kids, promising plenty of fun and sugary rewards. As the colorful make-shift figure swung back and forth, the children clutched their sticks with eager anticipation, waiting for the moment they could unleash their energy and crack it open.

Transitioning to the adults, the atmosphere shifted yet again, this time gearing up for a basketball game that would include whoever wanted to join in, regardless of their skill level. Everyone was invited to take part, and the excitement was visible to everyone as participants were eagerly chosen from among the gathered family members. And, as fate would have it, your fiancé, Nika, was among those selected. You could already sense her bright and competitive spirit coming to life.

“God, I’m going to win this!” your fiancé, Nika, declared with a playful yet confident tone, her excitement bubbling just beside you, causing a light-hearted giggle to escape your lips. You couldn't help but tease her as you responded, “Just make sure you don’t foul anyone, okay?” This playful jab draws out a dramatic eye roll from her.

Before she joined the rest of the group gathered for the game, Nika leaned in and placed a sweet, affectionate kiss on your lips, a warm smile lighting up her face as she pulled away. That little moment felt like the perfect send-off, her happiness was contagious as she walked off to participate in the festivities.

You settled comfortably into one of the chairs next to the large table that the family had set up for this long-awaited reunion. As the game started, you found yourself glancing over at Nika, who was fully absorbed in the competition, thoroughly enjoying herself and making sure her opponents didn’t get an easy shot off. Each time she took a shot, you leaped up from your seat, erupting in cheers so passionately that you could almost feel your voice straining.

However, amid the cheers and laughter, a wave of nausea unexpectedly hit you. Without a moment to lose, you hurriedly made your way to the nearby restroom, feeling the urgency of your body’s signals. As you entered the small space, you unfortunately did end up vomiting.

Meanwhile, Nika had noticed your sudden departure, her brow furrowing in concern as she saw you hastily covering your mouth. Instinctively, she started to make her way toward you, ready to check on your well-being. But just as she was about to leave the game, a fellow player caught her arm to inform her that you were likely fine and might just need a moment for a bathroom break. Hearing that brought her some relief, yet her worry lingered as she kept a watchful eye out for you, ready to tend to you the moment you returned.

After you finally finish being sick and manage to clean yourself up, a thought crosses your mind: why not take another pregnancy test? Thankfully, you remember that you packed one in your bag before leaving the house. Finding a bit of privacy in one of the restroom stalls, you take a deep breath and whisper a small prayer, holding onto the hope that this time the results will be in your favor. As you wait anxiously, your heart races, and just when you think you can’t take the suspense any longer, the test begins to reveal the results. Your heart nearly leaps out of your chest when you see the two lines you’ve been longing for. A wave of happiness washes over you, and before you realize it, you are choking a joyful gasp with your hand, tears welling up in your eyes. It feels surreal, can this really be happening to you?

Once you manage to compose yourself and rein in your overwhelming joy, you gather your things and head back to where you had been sitting moments ago. As you approach, your eyes find your fiancé, who is patiently waiting for you. "Hey, what are you doing here? The game's not over yet," you say, a mix of surprise and affection as you look at the tall girl standing before you. She gives you a concerned smile, her eyebrows slightly furrowed. "I couldn’t stay put. I was just so worried about you. You looked really uneasy when you hurried off," the brunette responds, her voice laced with genuine care. A warm smile spreads across your face as you contemplate how to share your exciting news with her later.

Throughout the entire reunion, it was evident that you were overwhelmingly joyful, a noticeable shift from your usual demeanor. Nika, ever observant, couldn't help but pick up on this change. Knowing you as an introvert, she understood that you would typically prefer to quietly sit in the corner of the room rather than happily volunteering to fetch food for everyone. This newfound cheerfulness raised some flags for her, making her a tad suspicious of what might be going on beneath the surface.

“Are you okay?” she inquired gently, her hand moving to rub your back in a comforting manner. You responded with a nod, adding a warm smile that seemed to reassure her, but not quite enough. “You’re kind of scaring me,” she said with a playful tone, laying a light peck on your cheek. In a teasing manner, you rolled your eyes at her playful concern. “There’s nothing wrong, you idiot,” you responded, attempting to brush it off with a laugh and light banter. However, as you met her gaze, your tone suddenly shifted, signaling something more serious. “I really need to tell you something later when we get home.”

Now, Nika's playful demeanor morphed into genuine curiosity, her brow furrowing slightly. “Okay, now you really are scaring me,” she replied, a hint of worry creeping into her voice.

As the event came to a close and you began the journey back home, a glance around revealed a scene of little chaos. Most of the attendees were quite drunk, laughter and giggles filling the air, with your niece peacefully dozing in her mother’s arms—a reminder of the innocence amid the festivity. It was then that Nika broke the short silence. “So, what is this big revelation you were talking about?” she asked, her curiosity rose once again.

“Later,” you replied simply, shooting her a smile that was both baffling and playful, leaving her wondering what was in store for the two of you once the night was over.

After what felt like an exhausting day filled with festivities, you, along with your visibly worn-out family, finally returned home. The atmosphere in the house was one of weariness, but you felt an undeniable thrill bubbling up inside you. As you settled onto the couch, feeling the warmth of your family's presence surrounding you, you couldn’t hold back any longer. "I have to tell you all something important," you said, your voice cutting through the quiet of the room, an undeniable sense of anticipation hanging in the air.

You could sense that you had successfully captured their full attention. Nika positioned herself beside you, offering a comforting rub on your back, while your sister and mom looked at you with expressions that were a mix of curiosity and seriousness, hanging on every word you were about to say. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes for a brief moment, trying to gather your thoughts and steady your racing heart. In that instant, as your heart pounded in your chest, you finally uttered the life-changing words, "I'm pregnant."

Even with your eyes shut tight, you could feel the immediate shift in energy, the shock evident in the widening of their eyes. Nika, who had been by your side through thick and thin, instinctively wrapped her arms around you in a tight embrace, as if she were trying to shield you from the world outside. Glancing toward your mom, you could see her joy manifesting as she covered her face, tears of happiness glistening in her eyes, and your sister mirroring her mother’s reaction, overwhelmed by the news.

"Oh god, really?" Nika exclaimed, her voice laced with disbelief, and it became clear just how much the announcement had touched her. In that moment, the dam broke, and she burst into tears of joy, unable to contain her emotions. Your mom, ever the jokester, lightened the moment with a playful comment, exclaiming, "I'm having another grandchild!" Yet beneath her lightheartedness, you could hear the genuine sincerity in her voice, a reflection of the love she felt.

Nika continued to hold you tightly, her tears soaking into your shoulder, and you felt your own tears begin to flow. You couldn’t help but cry as well, overwhelmed with happiness. It was a wave of emotion that swept over you, a stark contrast to the doubts that had lingered in your mind for so long. In the past weeks, you had thought the IVF surgery—a journey that had been filled with hope and despair—had been unsuccessful, leaving you with a heavy heart and a sense of hopelessness. But here you were, surrounded by love and joy, finally embracing the reality you had longed for.

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I'd also watch every movie that's rotting in my list lol

when you have a writers block: READ FANFICTION

im not kidding it actually worked so well just find your favorite authors and read/reread some of their works/your favorite works, and boom. somehow.

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reblog if you’re okay with people writing fanfics of your fanfics and/or fanfics inspired by your fanfics

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The Alchemy

𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 : Mom! Caitlin x Mom! Reader

𝗪𝗖 : 0.6k

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 : None

a/n : This story is pretty short, so I'm thinking of creating a longer one for Kate. Feel free to send me any suggestions you might have! (This is based on this request)

The atmosphere is electric as the clock ticks down in the 4th quarter of the nail-biting basketball showdown between the Valkyries and the Mystics. The game has been a rollercoaster of emotions, with the score practically neck-and-neck, and each second feels like an eternity. The crowd is on the edge of their seats, their cheers and gasps filling the air as everyone desperately hopes for their team to pull off a win before the buzzer sounds.

In the thick of the action, we find Kate, a fierce player with determination etched on her face, deftly dribbling the ball like it's an extension of her hand. She can feel the pressure mounting, and her mind is racing as she weighs her options. Should she take the risky shot from beyond the arc? A three-pointer could either be the glory moment they need or a gamble that could lead to disaster if the opposing team swoops in and steals the ball away. The tension is visible, and Kate’s thoughts are jumbled with adrenaline and strategy.

Just then, from the sidelines, a tiny, cheerful voice cuts through the chaos. It’s Kate’s little daughter, decked out in an adorable mini version of her mom's jersey, bouncing with excitement. She’s clutching a glittery banner that she made all by herself—it's a jumbled masterpiece of colorful sparkles and bright letters spelling out “Go Mama Kate!” The sheer enthusiasm radiating from the toddler is infectious, and despite the intense atmosphere of the game, her small voice—though tiny—pierces through the noise like a captivating melody. “You can do it, mama!” she squeals, her eyes wide with admiration as she lifts the banner high above her head, showing off all the love and effort she poured into making it.

In that fleeting moment, Kate looks over and locks eyes with her daughter. A wave of warmth washes over her as the innocence and pure encouragement from that little cheerleader gives her the boost she needs. It’s as if time momentarily stands still while her heart swells with pride and motivation. The uncertainty that clouded her mind disappeared, replaced with a surge of confidence fueled by her daughter's unwavering support.

Taking a deep breath, Kate channels that newfound courage, focuses, and releases the ball. The moment feels epic, and everything around her fades away as she watches the ball soar through the air, glistening under the gym lights. The crowd holds its collective breath—will it go in? And just like magic, the ball swishes through the net, and the place erupts in cheers! Kate’s heart races as she realizes she not only took the shot but made it count. The smile on her daughter’s face is priceless as she celebrates, both in a world of her own and as part of this thrilling victory.

And without wasting a single second, she sprinted straight toward her little family. You and your daughter stood there, completely engulfed in the joy of the victory, celebrating together.

Kate scooped up your daughter and brought her into an exuberant embrace, showering both of you with enthusiastic kisses, laughter erupting like confetti around you. “You did it, mama!” your daughter squealed, her eyes sparkling with boundless pride as she wrapped her tiny arms around Kate’s neck, squeezing with all the strength her little body could muster. It was a heart-melting hug, the kind that makes you forget about everything else.

In that beautiful moment, Kate was bubbling with joy, feeling a warmth in her heart that no trophy could match. She looked at the two of you—her most cherished moments captured in the smiles and laughter that filled the air. There was a sense of pure contentment radiating from her; she wouldn’t have traded it for the world. Just being there with you and your daughter, immersed in love and celebration, felt like the ultimate victory. Honestly, in that blissful chaos, she realized that having you both by her side was truly all she could ever wish for.

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Best Part

𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 : Caitlin x Reader

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 : none

𝗪𝗖 : 2.3k

a/n : this is not proofread! so I apologize if I made any mistakes! (this is based on this idea from my inbox!)

The morning light was gently filtering into your apartment, painting everything around in a soft, golden hue as you slowly roused from your sleep. There, right in front of you, was Caitlin, her face lit up with a bright smile that instantly melted your grogginess away. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the sheer joy radiating from her, and without really thinking, you reached out to caress the side of her face, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath your fingers. In a delightful turn, she mirrored your affection, her hand cradling your cheek before she leaned in to place a sweet little peck on your temple. The simple gesture filled you with warmth, and you returned her gesture with a beaming smile that could rival the sunrise creeping through your window.

Once you both shared that lovely moment, you decided it was time to get your day going, so you took a deep breath, swung your legs over the side of the bed, and stood up. The promise of a new day beckoned, and as you made your way to the bathroom, Caitlin followed you, brushing her teeth beside you. The two of you brushed and rinsed, exchanging silly faces in the mirror and barely containing laughter as toothpaste foam coated your grinning smiles. It felt so blissfully ordinary, yet so beautifully intimate.

After you were done freshening up, you headed to the kitchen to whip up some breakfast. Nothing fancy, just a hearty meal to ensure you both had the fuel needed to tackle the day ahead. You flipped some eggs in the pan and toasted bread while Caitlin hovered nearby, chatting about everything and nothing—a little background music to your culinary escapades.

“Can I come with you?” Caitlin suddenly piped up, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. You shot her a teasing glance and said, “I know you’re just going to annoy me at work, babe.” Your chuckle added a playful touch to your words as you took a seat next to her, enjoying the casual banter between bites of breakfast.

In that moment, Caitlin turned to you with a desperate look, clutching your arms as if she was a toddler trying to persuade her parent. “Come on!” she exclaimed, giving your arms a gentle shake. Honestly, it was hard to resist her charm; she was like a little kid caught inside an adult’s body, always managing to pull at your heartstrings.

You shook your head playfully, trying to keep a straight face. “You can’t, besides, I'll be home before 6 PM. That won't take too long. I promise!” You hoped your words would help soothe her disappointment.

“Ugh!” Caitlin feigned exasperation, rolling her eyes dramatically but with a playful smile tugging at her lips. She gave in, letting out a theatrical sigh, and turned back to her breakfast. The sight of her munching away, still radiating that infectious energy, made your heart swell. It felt like the perfect start to a perfect day, and even as you prepared to head out to work, you knew you’d be looking forward to returning home to her bright smile and playful antics.

As soon as you stepped through the door of your workplace, your phone lit up like a Christmas tree, buzzing incessantly with a barrage of messages from Caitlin. Seriously, it was like she’d been waiting with her finger glued to the send button. Just moments ago, you’d told her—yet again—that you’d be home just before 6 PM, but that didn’t stop her from asking if you were leaving soon. It’s like she thought time could bend to her will or something.

“Why is the time going so sloooooowwwww?” you read in her latest message, and your lips curved into a grin. Honestly, her little antics always had a way of brightening your day, even when work was dragging on. After chuckling at her text, you tried to settle back into your tasks, but it didn’t even take a full minute before your phone buzzed again.

This time, you couldn’t help but laugh out loud when you opened her message to find a picture of Caitlin sprawled dramatically on your sofa, pretending to be lifeless. "I'm gonna die by not being by your side," she had typed, channeling her inner drama queen. Every day with her was like a new episode of a comedy show, and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Despite how entertaining this was, you figured it was best to mute her for a while so you could actually focus on your work. You’d be just back at your desk when you’d hear the familiar ding again, but for now, you needed to concentrate. Meanwhile, back at your apartment, Caitlin was probably pacing like a lost puppy, inventing her own reality while sending you whatever popped into her mind at that moment.

After a little while, she realized you had stopped reading her messages. There she was, taking a dramatic inhalation as she dramatically covered her mouth, just like she’d seen in those cheesy rom-coms. But deep down, she knew that she couldn’t really do anything to speed up the clock—life wasn’t a movie, after all. With a resigned groan, she plopped down on the floor, feeling utterly defeated. Glancing at her phone, she could almost hear the tick-tock of the seconds dragging on, adding a little flair of her own brand of melodrama to the moment.

Caitlin really pulled out all the stops to keep herself entertained while you were off conquering the workday. Seriously, it’s like she’s on a full-on mission to distract herself from how much she misses you. Imagine her wandering around your apartment, feeling a bit lost without you there. She starts off by flopping on the bed, perfectly content for a moment, but then out of nowhere, she leaps back up as if she's got this burst of energy. It’s like she can't decide if she wants to chill out or just bounce around like a kid who’s had too much sugar, so she just keeps doing this little jumpy thing—get up, jump back down, repeat.

After a while, when the whole bed bouncing routine starts to lose its charm, she decides it’s time to see what’s on TV. So, she flips on the TV and starts cycling through all the channels, probably hoping to stumble upon something that’ll grab her attention. She scrolls through everything, from mind-numbing reality shows to the news she’s not really interested in, then she’ll circle back to that first channel she started on, probably rolling her eyes a bit like, “Seriously, why am I doing this?”

Next up, she gets creative with the curtains. Can you picture her standing there, playing around with the curtain ropes? She's literally braiding them like it’s some kind of arts and crafts project. It’s cute but also kind of sad since she wishes you were there to share this random little moment with her.

And just when you think she might finally settle down, she starts bombarding you with text messages. You know the ones—those energetic little bursts of “Hey!” and “What’s up?” she sends your way. But if you don’t read them quickly enough, that bubbly energy fizzles out and she’ll just plop down on the floor, sighing heavily like the weight of the world is on her shoulders. It’s a rollercoaster of emotions as she vacillates between feeling like she’s got all the time in the world to being completely bummed out because you're not there to share in the randomness of her day. She’s just waiting for you to get home and bring some fun back into her life!

Caitlin's still on this never-ending mission to keep herself distracted, all because the pang of missing you is hitting her hard. I mean, seriously, it’s only been four hours since you left for work, but to her, it feels like an eternity! She’s been trying to keep her mind off things, so she decided to tackle the major task of organizing her shoe collection. She’s got this sort of methodical approach going on, sorting them out by color—it’s like watching someone channel their inner Marie Kondo. But, no surprise here, after the initial organizing frenzy, she can’t help but bombard you with a flood of messages expressing just how much she misses you and desperately wishing you could come home already.

The thing is, though: you don’t even know about this little message barrage because you muted her notifications. You figured it was the best move to stay laser-focused on work, making sure nothing distracts you from your tasks. Meanwhile, Caitlin is just sitting there, phone in hand, staring at the screen with all the hope in her heart that you will suddenly check your messages. Time is ticking, and every second that passes feels like a mini ice age for her!

After waiting and waiting and realizing that, nope, you still haven’t looked at her messages, she can’t take it anymore. She trudges over to the window and looks out, staring off into the distance like a kid who’s been left alone at the playground, all lost and woeful. It’s a pretty poignant scene, really—there she is, gazing out like she might actually see you walking back home any minute now, her heart just aching for a little bit of your presence. It’s a tough situation, and this waiting game? Well, it’s turning into a real struggle for her.

After what felt like an eternity of waiting, the long hours finally ticked away, and Caitlin heard the familiar sound of keys rattling in the lock. Her heart raced a bit—she jumped up from her spot, practically bursting with excitement, because she knew it was you coming home from work. Just as you were about to shove the door open, Caitlin took the initiative and flung it open herself, launching herself into your arms with the most big hug imaginable.

You couldn't help but chuckle as you wrapped your arms around her, gently caressing her back, feeling the warmth and comfort of her presence. You were acutely aware of how lonely she felt while you were working those long shifts, especially on days when she didn’t have basketball practice to keep her mind busy. Those long hours away from each other really took a toll on her, and you always missed her just as much when you were away.

Standing there outside your apartment door, the two of you lingered in that embrace, feeling like time had completely stopped around you. In that intimate bubble, Caitlin finally spoke up, her voice a sweet whisper as she said, "I missed you," still holding you close as she planted a soft kiss on the top of your head.

You chuckled softly, playfully teasing her with a grin, “It’s not like I was gone for a whole year, babe!”

But her smile only widened as she looked down at you, determination sparkling in her eyes. "I still miss you," she insisted, and you couldn't help but feel your heart swell at her sincerity.

Eventually, you both made your way inside the apartment, where Caitlin wasted no time in pulling you into the cozy embrace of your shared bed, her eyes glinting with anticipation. “Cait, hold up! I need to shower first,” you said with a laugh, trying to create a moment of sanity amid the whirlwind of affection. But really, you knew you’d rather dive right into a cuddle session with her. Still, the idea of feeling fresh after a long day was pretty appealing, too!

“Cait, I really need to take a shower first!” you chuckled, playfully wriggling away from Caitlin’s cozy embrace. She just giggled and tossed her hair a little, her eyes sparkling with that mischievous glint you loved so much. “But you can totally do that tomorrow morning! Right now, all I want is to cuddle you. Is that too much to ask?” She flashed you a pout, and you knew you were in trouble.

With a resigned grin, you finally gave in. After changing into your comfiest pajamas—ones that were soft and slightly oversized, perfect for snuggling—you slid into bed beside her. “You’re just the worst!” you teased, pretending to be offended. Caitlin just shrugged with a faux nonchalance, her expression saying, “What are you gonna do about it?” “Well, you’re my girlfriend,” she retorted, her voice light, and her smirk making it clear that she knew exactly how to win this little battle.

As the hours of the night melted away, you found yourself wrapped up in Caitlin’s warm embrace, feeling completely content. She peppered your cheeks with sweet, gentle kisses, her affection making it clear that she never wanted to let you go. It was as though each kiss was a silent promise, an unspoken reminder of just how much she cherished you. “I miss you so much!” she exclaimed yet again, her voice filled with a mix of sincerity and longing. It honestly felt like she’d said it a million times that night, but there was something about her words that made your heart swell.

Beaming, you turned to look at her, your eyes sparkling under the soft glow of the bedside lamp. “I miss you too,” you replied, softening your tone to let her know just how much you meant it. Her face lit up with a radiant smile that was infectious, making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. She squeezed you tighter, her fingers gently weaving through your hair in a calming rhythm, like she was trying to comfort both you and herself at the same time.

“I love you,” Caitlin murmured, almost like it was a secret meant just for you. It was the perfect way to wrap up an incredible night, and as you both slowly drifted off to sleep, you felt completely at peace. Being in her embrace, surrounded by warmth and love, was exactly where you wanted to be, and you couldn’t wait for tomorrow when you’d have even more time together.

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I'll def do this once I'm done with the requests!!!

ᦓꪖꪻ꠸ꪜꪖ — sativa .

ᴡʜᴏꜱ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ꜰᴏʀ : ꜱᴏɴɪᴀ ᴄɪɴᴛʀᴏɴ , ᴘᴀɪɢᴇ ʙᴜᴇᴄᴋᴇʀꜱ , ɢᴇᴏʀɢɪᴀ ᴀᴍᴏᴏʀᴇ , ɴ ᴋɪᴋɪ ɪʀɪᴀꜰᴇɴ . ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇꜱ :: ɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ,, ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟꜱ ,, ᴄʜɪʜɪʀᴏ ,, ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʙᴜʀɴ ,, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ’ᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɢᴏ ? ɢʀᴏᴡɴ-ɪꜱʜ

☆ ~𝐿𝒰𝐿𝒰 𝒮𝒫𝐸𝒜𝒦𝒮 // 𝒫𝐿𝐸𝒜𝒮𝐸 𝒟𝑀 𝑀𝐸 𝒴𝒪𝒰𝑅 𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯𝒮 𝐹𝒪𝑅 𝒯𝐻𝐸𝒮𝐸 𝐹𝒴𝒩𝐸 𝒮𝐻𝒴𝒯𝒮 🕰️🖤 .

☆ ~𝐿𝒰𝐿𝒰 𝒮𝒫𝐸𝒜𝒦𝒮 // 𝒜𝒩𝒟 𝒟𝑀 𝑀𝐸 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝒮𝒪𝒩𝒢 𝒴𝒪𝒰 𝒲𝒜𝒩𝒯 𝒜𝐿𝒪𝒩𝒢 𝒲𝐼𝒯𝐻 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝐼𝒞 🕰️🖤 .

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ᯓ★ AIZHEE - LESBIAN, SHE/HER

ABOUT WRITING REQUESTS

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WRITING REQUESTS!✍︎

Request status : 𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙉!!

☁︎I really enjoy making stories inspired by song lyrics because I think it's awesome. But I can totally write stuff without linking it to any music too.

☁︎I write for everyone! Well, everyone except for Sedona Prince. The reason I added the 'not sure' next to Emily's name is that I just found out she’s playing basketball in Israel during off-season. But I’ll still give it my all because I know plenty of people like her, even if some don’t for the reasons I mentioned. And just so you know, I’m not really into writing smut since I’m not great at it, lol. But I’ll give it a shot and see what I can come up with!

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✍︎𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

➪Requests Status : 𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙉!

➪Who I wanna write for : (But I'll write for everyone!)

𝐖𝐍𝐁𝐀/𝐖𝐂𝐁𝐁

☁︎Caitlin Clark

☁︎Kate Martine

☁︎Paige Bueckers

☁︎Nika Mühl

☁︎KK Arnold

☁︎Azzi Fudd

☁︎Ines Bettencourt

☁︎Sonia Citron

☁︎Emily Engstler (not sure)

𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐘

☁︎KK Harvey

𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗜 𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗟𝗬 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘

❤️‍🩹 ➪ ANGST

🫧 ➪ FLUFF

𝘾𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙡𝙞𝙣 𝘾𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙠

🫧 Message In A Bottle

❤️‍🩹 You're Losing me

🫧 Best Part

𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣

🫧 The Alchemy

𝙉𝙞𝙠𝙖 𝙈𝙪̈𝙝𝙡

🫧 Sunny Days

🫧 ↳ Love, Lullabies, and Us

𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙖 𝘾𝙞𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣

🫧 Hold Me Down

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You're Losing Me

𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 : Caitlin x Reader x Kate

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 : Pure angst, Hurt/ no comfort

𝗪𝗖 : 5.2k

a/n : I love this song so I thought I would make it into a story, this is also an idea of someone from my inbox! (This is not read proof so I apologize if I made any mistakes!)

You find yourself in the cozy, familiar kitchen of your shared apartment with Caitlin, surrounded by the delightful aromas of all the delicious meals you're preparing. This is your little tradition—you whip up a feast every time she and her basketball team secure a win. It’s your way of celebrating her success and showing how proud you are of her talent on the court. You’ve been doing this for a while now, and while it comes from the best place in your heart, Caitlin doesn’t always appreciate your culinary efforts as much as you’d hoped. In fact, she sometimes sees it as a bit annoying, which can be a little hard to swallow.

But despite her mixed feelings, you pour your heart into every dish, hoping to bring a smile to her face. After a good amount of time chopping, sautéing, and seasoning, you finally finish cooking everything to perfection. The kitchen is alive with the scent of roasted vegetables, simmering pasta, and a rich sauce bubbling away on the stove. You set the table with your best plates—ones you save for special occasions—and grab some candles to create a warm, inviting ambiance. To top it off, you pop open a nice bottle of wine, letting the cork fly off with a satisfying *pop* and pouring two generous glasses, feeling quite pleased with yourself.

Before you know it, Caitlin arrives back at the apartment, clearly coming from a night of celebration with her teammates. To be honest, you never really know where they go or what they do during these outings. Caitlin tends to keep those details to herself, simply telling you she’ll be out with the team for a celebratory night. You’ve chosen not to dwell on it much, as long as she’s happy and faithful, you’re content. You just want to support her in whatever way you can.

As she walks in, she tosses her duffel bag down onto the floor like it��s a sack of feathers and slips off her shoes, finally kicking back after a long night. You, on the other hand, can't contain your excitement and call out to her, “Baby! Dinner’s ready!” A big grin spreads across your face, genuine and bright, hoping to catch her enthusiasm from tonight’s game. You can’t wait to see her reaction, even if you know that she might roll her eyes a bit at the whole dinner extravaganza. But in your heart, you just know you’re doing it all for her!

When Caitlin walked into the dining room and caught sight of the dinner you had lovingly prepared, she let out a dramatic eye roll that was all too familiar. Deep down, you had been expecting that response, but it still stung. “I’m not hungry,” she declared, her tone flat as she turned on her heel and made her way to your room without another word.

You couldn’t let it end like that. “But I went through all this trouble to make dinner for you!” you called out after her, hoping to at least convince her to join you at the table.

“Go ahead and eat it all yourself,” she shot back, her voice chilly, and with that, she slammed the door behind her with a force that echoed through the apartment. Defeated, you let out a heavy sigh and resigned yourself to the table. The food you had put so much love into now felt heavy in your heart. You made sure to blow out the candles, the warm flickering light that was supposed to create a cozy atmosphere now feeling a bit more like a mockery in solitude.

As you sat there digging into your meal, a wave of sadness washed over you. Each bite tasted a little bland, not because of your cooking, but because the absence of her appreciation left a bitter aftertaste you couldn’t shake. Memories of the ‘old Caitlin’ flooded your mind—the one who would have devoured this feast after a tough match, showering you with compliments and smiles. Back then, she would have made the dinner feel like a celebration, a joyous occasion to unwind together.

Once you finished the meal, you felt a deep ache in your chest. The cheerful chatter and laughter that used to fill the air were gone, replaced by the ghost of what once was. After cleaning off the table and washing the dishes you had used, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of emptiness hanging in the air. Caitlin’s coldness stung more each day and you were left grappling with the harsh reality that her distance seemed to grow stronger. It was a painful puzzle; you didn’t understand why she was acting this way, but it was crushing you slowly. You felt lost in a maze of confusion and hurt, hoping that the Caitlin you once knew would find her way back to you.

After you wrapped up your cleaning spree in the kitchen and wiped down the dining table until it sparkled, you made your way to your room with a little sigh of relief. It felt great to have everything tidy. You took a quick half bath to freshen up, letting the warm water wash away any lingering stress from the day. Afterward, you brushed your teeth, feeling a little more like yourself again.

Once you felt presentable, you returned to find Caitlin sprawled out on your bed, completely absorbed in her phone. There she was, with her hair fanned out on your pillow and her brows furrowed, probably scrolling through the latest social media updates or rolling her eyes at whatever drama was going on online. You didn’t want to interrupt her, so you silently climbed onto the bed and snuggled up beside her, wrapping your arms around her waist, hoping she might share a moment with you.

But, of course, nothing's ever that easy. “Can you move over a little?” Caitlin said, her tone tinged with annoyance as she pushed your hands away, making it clear she wasn't in the mood for cuddling. You let out a deep sigh, feeling a mix of frustration and disappointment, and shifted to the other side of the bed, trying to give her the space she seemingly wanted.

Just before you turned away completely, you glanced back at her, feeling a little desperate for connection. “Can you please stop using your phone and just sleep with me?” you asked softly, hoping to get her attention.

“Why do you care?” she replied, rolling her eyes as if your request was the most ridiculous thing she’d ever heard. “Can’t you just sleep over there? Jeez.”

You felt that familiar sinking feeling in your chest, as if you were becoming invisible right in front of her. There was a time when simple requests like lying together felt effortless, but tonight it felt like you were hitting a brick wall. You turned your back to her, needing some distance but also longing for the warmth of closeness.

The silence grew thick between you two, and after a moment, you could feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You tried to blink them back, but they spilled over, tracing warm trails down your cheeks. It was both a relief and a weight, feeling those emotions flood out. Before you knew it, sleep began to creep in, but your heart felt heavy, an anchor pulling you down even as you drifted off.

As the morning sun began to inch its way into your apartment, casting a warm glow over everything, you couldn’t help but notice how bright and cheerful it felt outside. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, blinked a couple of times, and then turned to your side, only to find Caitlin’s spot beside you empty. Just a little indentation on the sheets and a lonely pillow staring back at you. A wave of disappointment washed over you as you sighed; it was the same old story. Once again, she had slipped out for her training session without a hint of a goodbye.

You glanced at your phone on the nightstand, hoping maybe there’d be a sweet message from her, letting you know she’d be back soon or maybe even just a “Good morning, love.” But no, the screen was blank, and your heart sank a little more. With a resigned sigh, you swung your feet off the bed and reluctantly stood up, the cool floor sending a shiver up your spine. Anyway, it was time to roll through your morning routine.

You shuffled into the kitchen, where the smell of yesterday’s coffee still lingered. You cracked a couple of eggs into a pan and watched as they sputtered and began to cook. Just a simple breakfast for one, you thought, a bit boring but it would keep you going. After shoving the now-scrambled eggs onto a plate, you tackled the pile of dishes that had somehow multiplied. You scrubbed and rinsed, getting momentarily lost in thought, when suddenly, you felt a sharp, unwelcome twinge in your lower abdomen.

“Oh no,” you muttered under your breath, realizing what it meant. Grudgingly, you trudged toward the bathroom, the reality sinking in with every step. Yep, just as you feared—your period had officially made its appearance. You opened the cabinet, grimly hoping to find the stash of pads you’d asked Caitlin to pick up last week. A hint of panic started to brew when you discovered there was absolutely nothing in there. No sign of those pads. It was like a cruel joke.

You whipped out your phone and typed out a quick message to her. “Hey babe, did you manage to grab the pads I asked you for last week?” You hit send and waited, tapping your foot impatiently as the seconds ticked by without a response. A few minutes passed, and still, nothing. You tried again, a little more urgency slipping into your tone, “Cait, I’ve got my period now.”

Still, silence greeted you from the other end, and you felt a wave of frustration wash over you. Your shoulders slumped in defeat as you leaned against the sink, staring at yourself in the mirror. It wasn’t the way you envisioned your day starting, that was for sure. Just another bump in the road of life, though, right? You couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself, knowing you’d find a way to make it through, even if it meant temporarily raiding the back of the drawer for some old supplies.

Well, here’s the deal: you struck out big time in your search for any old pads, which was pretty frustrating. So, you made the call to stuff a hefty wad of thick tissue in your underwear, even though it felt totally gross. But hey, when you’re in a bind, you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do, right? With cramps hitting you like a freight train, you hopped in your car and took off to the nearest convenience store, desperately hoping for some relief.

As you drove, the cramps just kept getting worse—it was like your body was throwing a full-on tantrum. By the time you got to the store, you were already thinking ahead and grabbed not just one, but three packs of pads. Let’s be honest; your period is a total overachiever, and you knew those pads would disappear faster than you could blink.

After paying, you shuffled back to your car, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over you as the cramps intensified. It was one of those moments when all you wanted was to curl up and forget the world existed. Once you finally made it back to your apartment, you opened the door to the sight of Caitlin lounging on the couch. She seemed totally absorbed in whatever was on the TV.

“Hey, I thought you were off at basketball training?” you managed to ask, your voice sounding kind of strained because those cramps were making it hard to think straight.

“Nah, I just grabbed some breakfast with an old friend,” she replied casually, her gaze still glued to the screen.

Confusion mixed with irritation bubbled up inside you. “Then why didn’t you bother to read my messages?” you shot back, your annoyance slipping through. You’d been way too patient for far too long, putting up with her inconsiderate behavior over the months, and it was really starting to wear on you. You couldn’t help but feel like a ghost in your own place, ignored and sidelined while she just carried on like everything was fine.

“It’s really not that big of a deal, dude! Just pop over to the store and grab some pads if you don’t see any around!” Caitlin said with an annoying sass, her eyes glued to the TV and completely avoiding your gaze. The way she brushed it off just irked you even more.

“Not important?!” you exclaimed, feeling a wave of frustration crash over you like a tidal wave. All those bottled-up feelings of sadness and irritation from the past few months were bubbling to the surface. “Caitlin, come on! You know how I can't even function when I’m on my period! I can't stand up straight without feeling like I’m about to topple over! I get so nauseous and just dizzy!” Your voice rose again, but this time it came out more like a forceful whisper, strained by the cramps that were twisting in your abdomen.

“Seriously, Caitlin! It’s the one thing I ask of you! Just to pick up some pads when I know that my period is creeping up on me. That’s not asking for the world, is it? Yet here we are, and you didn’t do it! You don’t even seem to care!” Your heart was racing, pounding against your chest as you let your words spill out. “This is such a simple favor, and you can’t even pull that off?”

“Ugh, God! You’re so damn annoying! Can’t you just be a normal girlfriend for once?!” she shot back, finally making eye contact and narrowing her eyes at you, the irritation evident on her face. With an exasperated huff, she stormed out of your apartment, slamming the door behind her, making everything around you feel even more chaotic and tense. For a moment, you just stood there, feeling the weight of the argument settle around you like a heavy cloud, wondering how things got to this point.

After Caitlin stormed out following that intense argument earlier in the afternoon, it's now night, and she still hasn't returned. You’ve spent the entire day coiled up in your bed, feeling a mix of physical pain and emotional turmoil, desperately trying to ease those relentless cramps that seem to mirror your heartbreak. The hours dragged on like a slow-motion film, and you found yourself lost in thought, wishing for things to go back to the way they were before.

But then, you suddenly hear the familiar jingle of keys at the door—it's Caitlin, finally back home. You can hear her footsteps making their way down the hallway, and your heart races a little. Maybe, just maybe, she’s had time to cool off and is ready to apologize. In a moment of hopeful desperation, you close your eyes and lie still under your blankets, pretending to be asleep. You imagine that perhaps, this time, somehow, she'll see the weight of her actions and feel sorry for the way things went down between you two.

But, alas, your little fantasy crumbles almost instantly. Instead of the soft words of reconciliation you were hoping for, she simply slips into the room, crawls into bed, and drifts off without giving you a second glance—as if you were invisible, as if nothing had ever happened. It stings, and you feel a deep frustration wash over you. You’ve poured your heart and soul into this relationship, bending over backwards to make Caitlin happy, even if it meant compromising your own happiness in the process. And now, here you are, lying in the dark, feeling utterly abandoned and unsure of what to do next.

Eventually, exhaustion overcomes you, and you drift off into a sleep that is anything but peaceful—your heart feels heavy, like a weight pressing down on your chest. Days pass, and the pattern seems to repeat itself. Every morning, you find yourself preparing meals for Caitlin, hoping that maybe today will be different, that maybe today she’ll eat something. But as always, she hardly looks at the food, never mind actually taking a bite.

This time, however, you’ve reached a tipping point. You decide to stop trying to convince her to eat or to talk. You’ve put in all the effort you can muster, and you’re simply too exhausted to fight this battle anymore. You find yourself letting go, allowing her to do what she wants while you focus on healing your own heart—a tough lesson in prioritizing your own needs for once.

At long last, the day you've been anticipating arrived! It was finally game day for the much-awaited matchup between the Indiana Fever and the Golden State Valkyries. The stakes felt a bit higher today because, as luck would have it, your girlfriend Caitlin was up against her best friend Kate, who also happens to be your good buddy. So, yeah, you were caught in this weird space – excited for both sides but leaning a bit more towards Kate today.

Now, here’s the thing: you weren’t just here for the intense competition or the thrill of the game. Truth be told, your enthusiasm was slightly overshadowed by the fact that Caitlin had been acting less than sweet towards you over the past few months. Things had really taken a turn for the worse following that argument you had just a week ago, leaving a palpable tension hanging in the air between you two. So while you should have been all about supporting Caitlin, your heart honestly leaned toward Kate today.

As the game unfolded, instead of happily shouting Caitlin's name and getting lost in the rhythm of the Fever’s plays, you found yourself enthusiastically cheering for Kate. And you could practically feel Caitlin’s eyes scorching into the back of your head. She shot you a side-eye, her brow arched like she was questioning your very existence right then and there. Classic Caitlin move, right?

When halftime rolled around and everyone shuffled off to grab snacks and take a breather, Caitlin leaned in close and whispered, "You’re really trying hard, aren’t you?" It wasn’t exactly a friendly comment—it was laced with a mix of sarcasm and amusement. The way she scoffed and chuckled lightly made the whole thing feel like one big, awkward joke. But you decided the best course of action was to keep your cool, so you simply brushed her off, not even giving her a sideways glance.

Instead, you took a few quick strides to reach Kate, who was just basking in the spotlight of the court. You couldn’t help it; you pulled her into a big, warm hug, genuinely admiring her as she rocked that court with undeniable talent. "Wow, you look really amazing out there!" you exclaimed, your eyes shining with enthusiasm. It felt nice to offer her some genuine support after all that’s been swirling in your personal life.

And then, in a moment of spontaneous energy, you added, "If you guys win this match, I’ll whip up something delicious for you to celebrate!" You flashed a grin that highlighted your sincere intention to uplift her spirit.

Kate’s eyes sparkled as she let out a playful chuckle. “Oh yeah? You’re on! Will you please cook me some shrimp pasta then?” she teased, throwing in a cute wink that made you chuckle right back. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief and warmth; here was a friendship untainted by the day’s tension, and for now, that felt pretty awesome.

The game had just wrapped up, and to everyone's excitement, the valkyries emerged victorious! You could hear the cheers ringing in the air as your friend Kate sprinted across the room, her face beaming with joy. She made a beeline for you, practically bouncing with enthusiasm, shouting about how they had won. "You’ve got to keep your promise and whip up that shrimp pasta for me!" she exclaimed. Her excitement was infectious, but as you turned to your girlfriend Caitlin, her expression told a different story.

Caitlin was standing off to the side, wearing a look that could only be described as a stormy frown. For a fleeting moment, you felt a little smug—after all, she had been acting like such a jerk towards you lately. It was hard to ignore how satisfying it was to see her less than thrilled about Kate’s big celebration.

Without wasting another moment, you grabbed your things and dashed out of the apartment. You needed to swing by your place to grab your wallet and pick up the ingredients you had promised to get for Kate's celebratory shrimp pasta. As you were on your way, you suddenly heard Caitlin’s voice slicing through the air behind you. “Where do you think you’re going?” she asked, her tone sharper than you expected.

“Heading to Kate's house—to celebrate her win, obviously,” you replied, trying to keep your voice light, even as you felt tension rising. The sound of her scoff echoed in the hallway. “What? You want to come along or something? We’d love to have you join in the celebrations!” you added playfully, hoping to lighten the mood, but it only seemed to aggravate her further.

“Just go. I don’t want you here anyway,” Caitlin shot back, and her words hit you like a punch to the gut. It felt like your heart was literally shattering. You took a deep breath, determined not to let her see how much her words stung. You didn’t want to break down and let the tears spill; somehow, you managed to hold it together as you turned on your heel and walked out of the apartment. You chose not to glance back, despite knowing that doing so might bring with it a flood of emotions you were trying hard to push aside. It was time to focus on the celebration and the joy of friendship, even if it meant leaving Caitlin behind for now.

After that chaotic match against the Valkyries, things have taken quite a turn. Instead of spending time in your own apartment with your girlfriend, you’ve been crashing at Kate's place way more often. Honestly, it feels like you’ve practically taken up residence in her apartment! You just can’t stand being at your own place anymore. It’s filled with memories that sting every time you walk in—painful reminders of what used to be.

Meanwhile, Caitlin has been on a bit of a rollercoaster herself. Lately, she’s found herself caught up in a wave of regret. She looks back on those sweet moments you shared, reminiscing about all those times you’d whip up a delicious dinner for her after she’d come home from a tiring practice. The smell of those meals filled the air, creating a warm, comforting atmosphere that made everything feel right in the world. And let’s not forget about breakfast—those mornings where you’d get up early just to make sure she had a hearty meal before dashing off to practice. She’s really been missing those moments, you know?

Then there’s the way you used to shower her with affection. She remembers just how clingy you could get—always reaching for her, wanting to be by her side, making her feel cherished. And after the games, whether she emerged victorious or faced defeat, you always had a special meal prepared as a little celebration—or perhaps a consolation, depending on the score. Those gestures meant so much to her. She craves all those little things: waking up to find you lying next to her, the morning light streaming in, and your familiar presence making her feel safe and loved.

But now? Well, you’ve been contemplating breaking things off with Caitlin. It’s not that she didn’t bring happiness into your life at one point; she most definitely did. But lately, she’s been the source of your heartache, the reason behind the tears you’ve found yourself shedding almost daily. It’s a tough situation, filled with complicated feelings. You want to choose your happiness and maybe even find yourself again, but the thought of letting Caitlin go is just as painful. This whole mess of emotions is weighing heavily on both of you, leaving a lot of unanswered questions hanging in the air.

Wow, can you believe it's been a whole five years? It feels like just yesterday that you were nervously planning every detail of your engagement, and now here you are, blissfully engaged and about to take the biggest step of your life. As you stroll down the aisle, there's an undeniable smile plastered across your face, radiating pure happiness. You can’t help but gaze at your fiancé, who is just a few steps away from becoming your wife. Each step feels surreal, and you’re practically floating on cloud nine.

You hope to contain your emotions, but as you lock eyes with your soon to be wife, it's almost impossible not to feel a rush of joy that threatens to spill over in the form of happy tears. You take a deep breath, reminding yourself how much you've been looking forward to this moment, and try to keep it together so that your makeup stays flawless for all those striking photos you’ll cherish forever. The ceremony kicks off, and everything feels like a scene from a movie—perfect, heartwarming, and just a little bit magical.

Finally, the priest makes his way to that pivotal moment of the ceremony and asks you, "Do you, Y/N/S, accept Kate Marie Martin as your lawfully wedded wife and promise to stand by her side until death do you part?" Your heart races with excitement, and you find yourself beaming at Kate, all the love bubbling up inside you. You reply, "I do, Father," feeling like you’re living in a dream. The priest nods, a smile on his face, and prepares to repeat the question to Kate, who’s standing next to you, her expression radiating love and joy.

And then comes that magical moment—the priest officially declares you as a married couple, and with excitement in the air, he announces, “You may now kiss your bride!" A wave of cheers and applause erupts from your family and friends, showering you both with love and support. It’s a celebration like no other! Yet, amid the joy, there's a lone figure in the crowd, quietly clapping but looking visibly pained.

It takes a moment for you to process who it is—it’s Caitlin, your ex. The best woman, sitting front and center, is smiling, but you can see it in her eyes that she’s hurting. It’s almost like she's back in that moment when things ended between you, filled with regret for how she treated you in the past. You can almost hear the unspoken words echoing in the silence between the claps; she wishes she could turn back time and change things. But the past is set in stone now, and she knows it’s too late to make amends for what went down all those years ago. As you share that first kiss with Kate, a wave of emotions washes over you—not just happiness, but a bittersweet acknowledgment of how far you’ve come from those old, heart-wrenching memories. Today is about love, new beginnings, and stepping forward into a beautiful future together!

After that beautiful wedding ceremony at the church, filled with laughter and happy tears, you transitioned into the after-party, where the atmosphere is buzzing with celebration. Everyone is mingling, clinking glasses, and enjoying the festive vibe. You're surrounded by friends and family who are all there to share in the joy of your special day. It really feels like a dream come true, and the only thing more beautiful than the decorations is the sight of your new wife, Kate, beaming by your side.

But then, amid the joy and revelry, Caitlin suddenly approaches you. You weren’t expecting that, and a mix of curiosity and apprehension hits you. With a gentle look, she asks if she can have a moment alone with you, and you glance at Kate, who simply nods, giving you the go-ahead. It’s a bit awkward, but you trust Kate’s judgment. Caitlin then turns and walks toward the garden, and you follow her, the sounds of the party fading into the background.

As you step into the garden, the scene feels almost magical. The air is cool, and twinkling stars sprinkle the night sky, providing a serene contrast to the lively celebration just a few steps away. It’s peaceful out here, with only a few people wandering about, and the ambiance feels intimate.

Caitlin turns to you, a mix of emotions on her face. “I’m really happy for you,” she says, her voice steady, though tears start to flow down her cheeks. It’s clear this isn’t just a simple statement; there’s a lot more behind it. “I want to apologize for everything I put you through back when we were together,” she continues, her gaze filled with genuine pain and reflection.

You take a gentle breath, trying to ease the tension. “Caitlin, I'm really okay. I’ve moved on, and I've healed a long time ago,” you reply, offering her a reassuring smile while pulling out a tissue from your purse to hand to her. It feels odd to be in this moment, but something about it feels important too.

“Actually,” you add, feeling a sense of sincerity swell in your chest, “I want to thank you.” This catches Caitlin off guard, her brows knitting together in confusion. “For what?” she asks, her voice tinged with a hint of disbelief.

With a soft chuckle, you continue, “If it weren’t for everything we went through, I wouldn’t have met Kate, and I wouldn’t be here right now, celebrating this incredible moment in my life with her. So, in a way, I owe you for that.” The weight of your words hangs in the air, and you can see it settling in her heart, making an ache blossom there as well. It’s strange how relationships can be so complicated, yet in moments like this, all you can do is appreciate the journey that led you to where you are now. The night sky above twinkles, almost as if in agreement. Caitlin never could have pictured herself in this kind of situation. Seriously, just think about it—here she is, watching you tie the knot with someone else. And, to add a little salt to the wound, it's with her very best friend. It's like a plot twist in some cheesy romantic movie that you can’t even make up! All those daydreams she had about her own wedding were always filled with thoughts of you, imagining how breathtaking you’d look walking down the aisle toward her, the whole scene painted with love and happiness. It’s heartbreaking to see those dreams turn into something completely different, like a playful jigsaw puzzle where all the pieces just don’t fit anymore. It seems that life has a way of throwing curveballs our way, and no matter how much we plan or hope for a certain path, fate often has different ideas in store for us.

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Write something for Kateee! Maybe her as a mom in the W

This is so cutee!!! I'll def do this!!!^^