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[cherryvyxen]

"𝗙𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿"

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Caitlin x f!reader

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 -

Caitlin promised forever, but fame changes everything. Lately, she’s distant—late-night calls, secret messages, and a growing gap between you. When you finally confront her, the truth shatters you: she’s not sure if she wants this anymore.

The late-night practices, the endless travel, the growing distance—at first, you convinced yourself it was just the demands of Caitlin’s rising career. But then came the missed calls, the unanswered texts, the way she barely looked at you when she was home.

You tried to ignore the signs. You told yourself she was just tired. That she’d come back to you when things settled. But deep down, you knew.

Tonight, when she walked through the door, you couldn’t stay silent any longer.

"Who is it?" The words left your mouth before you could stop them.

Caitlin froze, her grip tightening around her duffel bag. "What?"

"Who’s taking up so much of your time? Who’s calling you at midnight? Who’s making you forget that I exist?"

Her face twisted in frustration. "It’s not like that. You know how crazy my schedule is."

"I do. But I also know what it looks like when someone stops trying. And that’s exactly what you’ve done."

She exhaled, rubbing her hands over her face. "I don’t know how to do this anymore."

Your heart clenched. "Do what?"

She hesitated, and that pause told you everything before she even spoke. "Us."

The room spun. "You don’t know if you want this anymore?" Your voice cracked, disbelief flooding your chest.

Caitlin ran a hand through her hair, eyes heavy with something between guilt and exhaustion. "I love you, I do. But everything is changing, and I don’t know if—if this fits anymore."

You let out a bitter laugh, blinking back tears. "Fits? Like I’m some old jersey you’ve outgrown?"

She reached for you, but you stepped back. "I never wanted to hurt you," she whispered.

"Then why does it feel like you just did?"

Silence. Heavy and suffocating.

You nodded slowly, swallowing the lump in your throat. "If you don’t know if you want me, then I won’t beg you to stay."

Turning away, you walked out, the weight of her indecision crushing you more than any outright betrayal ever could.

Author's note -

Comment if you want a part two.

[cherryvyxen]

"𝗨𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗻"

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Paige x f! reader

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 -

Paige has never lied to you—until now. When she comes home after practice, looking off-balance and exhausted, you know something’s wrong. She brushes it off, but the truth surfaces when you find the bruising and swelling she tried to hide. Anger and worry collide, but one thing is certain: whether she likes it or not, you’re taking care of her.

The door swings open, and you barely have time to look up before Paige walks in, dropping her bag by the entrance. Something is off immediately. Her posture, the way she moves—stiff, slow, hesitant. Paige is never hesitant.

"Hey, baby," she greets, forcing a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. She looks drained, her usual confident stride replaced with something almost shaky.

You narrow your eyes. "Hey," you say slowly, getting up from the couch and making your way toward her. "Rough practice?"

"Yeah, just a long one." She stretches her arms above her head, but you notice the slight wince, the way she tenses when she lowers them. "Coach ran us hard today."

You don't buy it. Not for a second. Paige has been through grueling practices before, and she’s never looked this weak—this fragile.

She walks toward the kitchen, her movements unnaturally stiff, and you follow, watching her carefully. "Are you hungry? I made pasta—"

"Nah, I'm good. Just need a shower."

Another red flag. Paige never turns down your cooking.

You step in front of her, blocking her path. "Paige," you say firmly, crossing your arms. "What’s going on?"

She laughs, but it’s forced. "Nothing, babe. I swear. Just tired."

"You’re a terrible liar."

She huffs, rolling her eyes. "I’m fine. I just need to shower, okay?"

You let her go, but the unease in your chest only grows. Something isn’t right. And you’re going to find out what.

Later that night, Paige is curled up in bed, her breathing even but her body tense. She’s asleep, but not deeply. Carefully, you pull back the blanket, eyes scanning her frame. Then, under the dim glow of the bedside lamp, you see it.

Her right knee. Swollen. Bruised.

Your stomach twists in anger and worry. She lied to you.

Gritting your teeth, you slip out of bed and head to the bathroom, grabbing ice packs and pain relief cream. When you return, you sit beside her, gently pressing the ice against her knee. Paige stirs, sucking in a sharp breath before her eyes flutter open.

"What the hell?" she mumbles sleepily, wincing as she tries to pull away.

"Don't. Move." Your voice is tight, holding back the frustration brewing inside you.

She looks at you, blinking as if trying to come up with another excuse, but she sees it—the look—the one that says you’re not letting this slide.

"Why didn’t you tell me?" you ask, voice softer now but no less firm.

She sighs, running a hand over her face. "Because I knew you’d worry."

"Of course, I’d worry! You’re hurt, Paige. And you lied to me." The sting of those words lingers in the air. "You never lie to me."

She swallows hard, guilt flashing in her eyes. "I didn’t want you to make a big deal out of it. I thought if I ignored it, it would be fine."

You exhale, trying to reign in your frustration. "That’s not how injuries work. And you know that."

She looks away, jaw tight, but you can see the exhaustion weighing on her. Slowly, you reach out, brushing a hand over her cheek. "You don't have to handle this alone. You shouldn't handle this alone."

Paige leans into your touch, her defenses crumbling. "I’m sorry," she murmurs. "I didn’t mean to lie."

You nod, still upset, but love outweighs anger. "Just let me take care of you, okay? No more hiding."

She hesitates, but then she exhales, finally surrendering. "Okay."

You spend the next few minutes tending to her injury, massaging her leg gently, icing it in intervals. The tension in her body eases, and she lets out a content sigh.

When you’re done, she pulls you down beside her, arms wrapping around your waist. "You’re mad at me, huh?"

"Oh, so mad," you tease, running your fingers through her hair. "But I love you more than I’m mad."

She smiles against your neck. "I love you too. And I promise—no more lies."

You sigh, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Good. Because next time, I will make a big deal out of it."

Paige chuckles, squeezing you tighter. "Wouldn’t expect anything less."

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𝗖𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗶𝗻 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗻'𝘀

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Caitlin x f! reader

𝗦𝗙𝗪

CC is so protective over you. Not in a controlling way, but in that "I need to make sure you’re always good" kind of way. Like, she’ll casually wrap an arm around you in public, guide you through crowds with her hand on the small of your back, and give anyone a hard stare if they get too close — all while acting like it’s nothing. But you know what she’s doing.

She has this calm, chill vibe but gets so soft when you’re alone. The kind of soft that has her pulling you onto her lap during movie nights, running her fingers up and down your back while you lay on her chest. She loves to play with your hair, always tucking strands behind your ear or twirling it around her fingers while she listens to you talk.

She’s your biggest hype woman — always boosting you up. If you’re nervous about something, she’ll pull you close and say, "You’ve got this, baby. You’re the baddest one in the room — don’t forget that." And she says it with so much love and confidence that you actually believe it.

CC loves spoiling you, but she’ll act like it’s nothing. She’ll buy you things you mentioned once in passing and when you get excited, she’ll smirk and be like, "What? I like seeing you happy." But secretly, it makes her heart burst every time you light up over something she did.

She’s surprisingly funny — like that sarcastic, dry humor that always has you laughing. She’ll tease you in the softest way, pulling you into her side and whispering something that makes you blush like crazy. Then she’ll kiss your cheek and act all innocent while you’re trying to recover.

When she’s on the road for games, she hates being away from you. She’ll FaceTime you every night, even if she’s tired. Laying in bed with messy hair, sleepy eyes, and the softest smile like, "Miss you, babe." And if you say you miss her too, she’ll groan and say, "Don’t say that. You’re making me wanna book a flight right now."

𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪

CC gives big dominant energy, but she does it in such a calm, smooth way that you don’t realize she’s in charge until you’re melting for her. She loves being in control but isn’t pushy — she takes her time, teasing you until you're practically begging.

She’s the queen of slow teasing. Running her hands over your body, kissing every inch, whispering in your ear how good you look underneath her. She loves seeing you squirm, loves knowing she’s the only one who gets to see you like that. She’ll kiss your neck and say in that low voice, "You’re mine, you know that?"

CC loves to take care of you. As much as she loves being in control, she’s focused on you. Making sure you feel good, watching your every reaction like it’s her favorite show. She’ll smirk when you let out the softest sounds and say, "Yeah? You like that, baby?"

She’s obsessed with marking you. Loves to leave soft bite marks and hickeys in places only she gets to see — right below your collarbone, along your ribs. And when you wince the next day and say she left too many, she’ll grin and say, "Good. Maybe now they’ll know who you belong to."

She loves when you try to take control — loves when you get bold and push her back onto the bed. But she’ll flip the script real fast, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head, all while smirking like, "Nice try, baby."

Her aftercare game is so soft it makes your heart ache. She’ll pull you onto her chest, rub soft circles on your back, kiss the top of your head. Whispering, "You good, pretty girl? I got you, always." She’ll run a bath for you if you need it, or grab water and snacks, making sure you’re taken care of before anything else.

When you’re feeling shy, she gets so soft and reassuring. Kissing your cheeks, holding you close, and saying, "You’re so beautiful. You know I could never get enough of you, right?"

And when you’re done, and both of you are all tangled up in bed, she’ll pull the covers over you and wrap her arms around your waist, smirking into your neck like, "Round two later, baby?" — and you know she means it.

[cherryvyxen]

"𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗪𝗮𝘆"

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Caitlin Clark x f! reader

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 -

Caitlin was always mine in secret, but when she kissed me in front of everyone, I knew she wasn’t hiding us anymore.

You never thought being in love with Caitlin Clark would be this hard.

Not because of her, no — she was perfect in every way. The sweetest, softest person when it was just the two of you. She loved you so openly behind closed doors that sometimes you wondered how she managed to hide it so well when you stepped out into the world.

Because no one knew. Not your friends. Not your family. Not even her closest teammates.

For six months now, you and Caitlin had been quietly, carefully, loving each other in secret. It started because she was worried — worried about what people would say, how the media would twist it, how fans would react. You understood. You really did. But as weeks turned into months, and the feelings between you grew deeper and more serious, you couldn’t help but ache to just be hers without fear.

Tonight was supposed to be one of those nights where you stood quietly on the sidelines, watching her shine, keeping your love tucked away like a secret burning in your chest.

The arena was packed, fans screaming her name, the energy vibrating through the air. You watched her from your usual spot — close enough to see every flicker of emotion on her face, far enough that no one would question why you were always there.

She was on fire. Every shot she took was perfect, every move calculated and fierce. You could see it in her eyes — that focus, that determination, but also something else. Something softer that only you knew to look for.

The game was close, but Caitlin took over in the way only she could. Three after three, pushing the team ahead. You could see her jaw set, her chest heaving as she drove to the basket and made another impossible layup, the crowd exploding in cheers.

And when the final buzzer rang, when her team took the win and she stood there, arms thrown in the air as her teammates surrounded her, lifting her up, you felt a pride so deep it made your chest hurt.

You clapped, smiling so big it felt impossible to hide, even though you knew you had to.

She was the star tonight. MVP. And yet, as she held her trophy, you noticed her looking around, scanning the crowd. Her eyes were searching — and when they landed on you, it felt like your whole world stopped moving.

It was a look only you knew. Soft, but intense. Like she was asking you for something. Like she was needing something.

You swallowed hard, glancing away, but when you looked back up, she was still staring. And then she was moving.

At first, you thought maybe she was headed toward her team or a coach, but no — Caitlin was walking straight toward you, determination in her every step.

Your heart jumped into your throat.

She reached you in seconds, ignoring everyone calling her name, every camera flashing in her face, and before you could even speak, she grabbed you by the waist and kissed you right there in front of everyone.

It was nothing like the soft kisses you shared in her apartment, when she would curl her fingers in your hair and smile against your lips.

This kiss was hungry. Desperate. Like she had been waiting too long to finally claim you.

You gasped softly, but she didn’t give you a chance to breathe, her hands holding your waist tightly like she was afraid you’d pull away. You didn’t. You couldn’t. Your fingers clung to her jersey, and you kissed her back with everything you had, pouring all the months of love and frustration and aching into that kiss.

Around you, the arena was roaring. People shouting, clapping, cameras clicking non-stop — but you didn’t hear any of it.

All you could hear was Caitlin’s shaky breath when she finally pulled back, her forehead pressed to yours, her eyes filled with something raw and vulnerable.

"Hi," she whispered, voice soft but still out of breath.

You stared at her, completely overwhelmed, heart racing so fast you thought you might pass out.

“Cait…” you breathed, but she only smiled, her hands still holding you like she wasn’t ready to let go.

“I’m done hiding,” she said suddenly, her voice stronger now. “I don’t care who knows. I don’t care what anyone says. You’re mine.”

Tears stung your eyes at her words, so full of emotion and meaning.

"I love you," she added quietly, her thumb brushing your cheek, and you could see she meant it. Like she had never meant anything more in her life.

You didn’t even realize you were crying until she kissed the tears away, soft kisses on your cheeks that made your heart ache even more.

"I love you too," you whispered shakily, and she let out a soft laugh, resting her forehead against yours again.

“I wanted to win for you,” she confessed, her arms wrapping tightly around your waist now, holding you against her chest. “I wanted to win and then finally show everyone who my girl is.”

You let out a soft, breathless laugh against her shoulder.

“Well… you definitely did that,” you whispered, and she chuckled, kissing the side of your head.

“I don’t care anymore,” she murmured. “I want everyone to know. You’ve been mine since the beginning, and I’m not hiding that for one more second.”

Your fingers gripped her jersey tighter, and she hugged you even closer, her heart pounding against yours.

“I was so scared,” you admitted quietly. “I thought we’d always have to hide.”

“Not anymore,” she promised, her voice fierce and full of love. “I’m not letting anyone make me hide you again.”

You pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes, and what you saw there — love, devotion, pride — made your breath catch all over again.

Her hands framed your face, and she smiled, wiping your tears with her thumbs.

“You’re mine,” she said softly, like a vow. “And I’m yours. Always.”

Before you could say anything else, she leaned in and kissed you again — softer this time, but still filled with all the things she couldn’t say out loud.

And when you finally pulled away, you realized the whole world had just seen Caitlin Clark, MVP, kissing her girl like she never wanted to stop.

You smiled, your fingers tangling with hers as she held your hand tightly, walking off the court with you at her side, like she wanted everyone to know she wasn’t going to let you go.

From now on, you weren’t her secret anymore.

You were hers. In every way that mattered.

And she was yours.

Author's note -

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[cherryvyxen]

"𝗥𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗹 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀"

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Paige x f!reader

Synopsis -

You're a rising star on a rival team, and the media LOVES pitting you two against each other. What they don’t know? You’re secretly hooking up off the court. But when real feelings start to bloom, things get complicated—and messy.

Word Count: 3.3k

The tension between you and Paige Bueckers could fill an entire arena.

Every time you step on the court, it’s the same dance—sharp words exchanged under your breath, shoves masked as "defense", and those lingering stares that make both crowds and commentators buzz with speculation.

They call it the rivalry of the season.

If only they knew the truth.

If only they knew that last night, Paige had you pinned against the wall of her hotel room, lips on your neck, hands tracing every inch of you like she couldn’t get close enough.

But today? Today, she’s smirking at you from across the court, blue eyes sparkling like she knows she got under your skin—because she did.

And now you’re standing at the free-throw line, trying to focus, trying to ignore the way her gaze lingers on you like a physical touch.

“You gonna make it, or choke like usual?” she taunts, just loud enough for you to hear.

You shoot her a glare, lips twitching despite yourself. “You wish, Bueckers.”

The ball hits the rim and swishes through the net.

Crowd erupts.

But your heart's thudding for a different reason.

Because later, when the final buzzer sounds and your team barely edges out the win, you can feel her burning gaze as you head toward the locker room.

And sure enough, as soon as you’re alone, still high off adrenaline and sweat, Paige appears like she owns the place—leaning casually against the door, arms crossed, that damn smirk still there.

“Congrats on the win,” she says, voice low, teasing. “Guess even you get lucky sometimes.”

You roll your eyes, tossing your jersey onto the bench. “Funny. Pretty sure I earned that win. Maybe you’re just slipping.”

She raises a brow, stepping closer, eyes scanning you in a way that makes your breath catch—because now it’s just the two of you, and no one can see how she looks at you like that.

"Slipping?" she echoes, now inches away. "You didn’t seem to think so last night."

Your heart stutters.

Because damn her. She always does this—taunts you until you snap, until you want her again, even though you know how complicated it is.

“You’re cocky for someone who just lost,” you mutter, but your voice is softer, weaker than you want it to be, because her hand is now resting on your hip, fingers curling into your skin like she belongs there.

“I don’t mind losing to you,” she murmurs, leaning in, lips grazing your ear. “But I’m not leaving here without getting what I want.”

“And what’s that?” you whisper, though you already know.

She pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes. “You.”

The word hits you hard—because you don’t know if she means just for tonight, or if she’s finally admitting to more.

Because you feel more. And that’s what makes this dangerous.

Still, your hands find her waist before you can stop yourself, pulling her close. “You’re a mess, Bueckers.”

“And you love it.”

You hate how right she is.

Her lips are on yours before you can reply, hot and desperate, tasting like the energy of the game still lingering in both of you. She kisses like she plays—aggressive, relentless, like she’s fighting for control.

But tonight, you fight back—pushing her against the locker, nails dragging lightly over her arms, making her shiver.

"Thought you were tired after all that losing," you tease against her lips, smirking when she groans softly.

“You talk too much,” she breathes, tilting her head to kiss you harder, deeper, like she wants to drown out every word.

But when you pull back, breathless, there’s something raw in her eyes—something that makes your chest tighten.

“Why do we do this?” you whisper, fingers still tangled in her jersey. “Act like we hate each other when…”

When I’m scared I might actually love you.

Her hand lifts to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin in a rare gentle touch. “Because it’s easier than admitting what this is,” she says quietly.

You swallow hard, leaning into her touch without meaning to. “And what is this?”

Her eyes search yours, vulnerable in a way that knocks the air out of you. “I don’t know," she whispers. "But I’m tired of pretending I don’t want you every second of the day.”

You feel like you can’t breathe. Because for the first time, the mask is gone—no smirks, no snarky comebacks. Just Paige.

“Paige…”

Her name feels strange on your tongue when it’s not said with an edge.

She leans her forehead against yours, closing her eyes. “I know we’re supposed to be rivals. I know everyone’s watching. But when I’m with you… I don’t care about any of that.”

Your heart aches. Because you know exactly what she means.

“I don’t wanna hide anymore,” you admit quietly.

She lets out a soft, shaky laugh, pulling you closer, her arms around your waist now. “Good. Because I don’t think I can.”

There’s a knock on the locker room door, a voice calling her name, and reality comes crashing back—but she doesn’t let you go.

"Come over later?" she whispers, hopeful, vulnerable.

You nod, eyes locked on hers. “Yeah.”

She smiles—soft and real—and presses one last kiss to your lips, like a promise.

As she walks away, you realize the rivalry might still play out in public, but behind closed doors?

She’s yours.

And maybe, just maybe, this could be more than a game.