Guys. I Dunno Whats Wrong W Me, But Mom!abby Is In My Mind 24/7, After I Saw A Moodboard W Sunny Vibes

guys. I dunno whats wrong w me, but mom!abby is in my mind 24/7, after I saw a moodboard w sunny vibes of mom!abby, I can't think about anything else 😭😭

”Back Off”

pair: caitlin Clark x fem!reader

It had been a tough practice, and as you waited for Caitlin outside the gym, you couldn’t help but feel a little out of place. You weren’t as loud or outgoing as her friends, especially Connor McCaffery, who never missed a chance to poke fun at you for being quiet. Today was no different. As he walked past, he gave you a smirk, clearly looking for an opportunity.

"Hey, why so quiet, as usual?" Connor teased, stopping in front of you. "I mean, you’re dating Caitlin Clark. You should probably learn to keep up with her, don’t you think?" His words stung, making your stomach twist in knots, but you didn’t know how to respond. Connor wasn’t being outright cruel, but his constant jabs made you feel small, like you didn’t fit in Caitlin’s world.

Just as you were fumbling for a reply, you heard Caitlin’s voice from behind. “Connor, knock it off.” Caitlin stepped up beside you, her expression firm as she shot him a look that left no room for argument. “She doesn’t have to be loud to be amazing.” She reached for your hand, intertwining her fingers with yours as she turned to you, her face softening instantly. "You don’t need to change who you are. I like you just the way you are—quiet and all," she said, giving you a reassuring squeeze.

Connor, clearly caught off guard by Caitlin’s protective tone, raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright, I was just joking. No need to get defensive.” He backed off, leaving you and Caitlin alone.

Once he was gone, Caitlin turned to you fully, concern in her eyes. “I’m sorry he does that. I’ll talk to him and make sure he stops.” She lifted your chin gently with her free hand. “Don’t ever let anyone make you feel like you’re not good enough, okay? I’m with you because I love you, just as you are.”

Your heart swelled at her words, and all the tension from earlier melted away. You gave her a small smile, squeezing her hand in return. “Thank you,” you whispered, grateful to have someone like her by your side.

tlou writers i love u so much ur all so talented and beautiful and deserve the world 🙏🏼🙏🏼

caitlin clark should put a baby in me 🥰

Reader drunk texting caitlin

Summary: caitlin and the narrator are childhood friends. narrator joins coworkers on a night out despite not wanting to go.

Word count: 820ish

author's note: something quick i wrote while wasting time at work <3 thank you sm for requesting it's very inspiring

tags: alcohol, clubs, taylor swift

 A Rose by Any Other Name is a Scandal

            Another night, another boring night, another lame night surrounded by folks who could not care less about me. The loud speakers of the club project a bass that shake my bones. My third martini glass sits heavy in my hand as I stare into space. I wish to be anywhere but here. The high-pitched blabbering of the people from my work cut through the noise, but it still sounds like a lump of gibberish to me. I would rather spend my night with anyone but them. Well, maybe not anyone…

           How easy it is to agree to plans with people who are not remotely interested in anything I have to say in an important setting. As if showing up to the club in a pretty dress and getting hammered in front of these people would make them appreciate my contribution more when the workweek starts again on Monday. At least God has given me the brief relief that they appear more engrossed with whatever nonsense the other has to say, rather than remembering I tagged along and sit just a few feet away.

            I down the rest of my drink and get up from my seat to approach the bar. I’m sure another one would make this night a little easier for me to stomach. Just one more. The bartender notices me and his mouth moves, as if asking me a question. The noise makes it impossible for me to make out what his words are, but I nod in hopes that he is asking to make me another drink.

heyyy hows it going so far?

            My phone lights up with a message from one of my dearest girls, I mean friends, I mean she is a friend who is a girl… nothing inaccurate about that. On the speakers, the song ended and a familiar tune starts up loud as ever: It feels like a perfect night, to dress up like hipsters… Seriously. It's like the world is taunting me.

            they're playing ur song at this club

            My fourth drink in front of me appeared as if it was out of thin air. The retreating bartender appears like a vanishing magician from this angle. His latest act: fueling my future hangover. My stomach buzzes with butterflies and alcohol as I stare at her contact name on my phone: Catilin Elizabeth.

She had asked me to hang out with her earlier in the week, only it was after I had already made plans with these coworkers. I felt obligated to stick to my original commitment, despite heavily disliking my coworkers and greatly liking…

what song?

            I always felt I was too obvious around her. The media has recognized me as a friend who is constantly around Caitlin, the ordinary girl who attends every home game, and often attends away games. To her, the gleam in my eye registers as nothing more than the look of one of her oldest friends. To the observant fans on the internet, they recognize the almost life-long longing that I have yet to admit to myself. It started when we both bonded over our shared love for Taylor Swift as young girls. Over a decade, I sent her links and lyrics of my favorite songs that reminded me of her. My excuse: she likes these songs, too.

            wise men once said wild winds r death to teh candle

            a rose by any otherrrr name is a scandal

            My fingers poured out the words from the latest song that has been on my mind. It feels impossible to admit the way I feel, not to her, not to myself. Caitlin goes through enough scrutiny in the media. If I said what was in my heart out loud, it could end really, really, really badly. Earth-shatteringly horrible. If we had a falling out and the world found out one of her life-long friends stopped showing up to her games, they would run with the worst assumptions to paint her in an evil light, like they always have.

theres no way theyre playing that one in the club rn 🤣

            I started giggling into my cup at the sight of her message, like a crazy woman standing on the corner of a street. The alcohol causes my vision to darken in this already-dim establishment. Electricity runs up and down my stomach and I cannot tell if it is from the martinis or from her.

            shes the albatrossssss 🦅she is here to destroy you

okay, do u want me to pick u up now?

            I looked back at my coworkers, who disappeared into non-existence. Are they seriously bar hopping, without even asking me if I wanted to tag along? If I had a ride? If I felt okay being left alone here?

            they lef tme alone here:(

fucking morons

i'm on my way

            Neither of us can admit the feelings in our hearts to ourselves, let alone to each other. But I cherish the quiet understanding intertwined in her knee-jerk reaction to drop everything and come save me.

thank u my pretty lady

A Game of Hearts

Pairing: FootballPlayer!Reader x Caitlin Clark

The roar of the crowd was like an electric current in the air as you stepped off the team bus, your cleats clicking against the pavement. Game days always came with a rush of adrenaline, but tonight felt different. It wasn’t just about the game under the Friday night lights; it was about the fact that Caitlin Clark—*the* Caitlin Clark—was going to be there, watching you.

You had met her a couple of months ago during a shared athletes' event at Iowa. Both of you had shown up late, grabbed the last two seats available at the same table, and by the end of the night, you'd talked and laughed more than you'd ever expected. Her competitive drive was inspiring, but her down-to-earth attitude and sharp wit were what really drew you in.

Tonight, you had more on the line than just football. Caitlin had texted you earlier in the week, teasing, *"I’m coming to your game. No pressure, though. Just don’t mess up with me watching, superstar."*

You'd tried to play it cool, but knowing she’d be in the stands had you more nervous than you’d like to admit. You threw on your pads and adjusted your helmet as you stepped out for warm-ups. As you jogged across the field, your eyes couldn’t help but scan the crowd, and there she was. Caitlin, wearing your jersey—the number *you* wore—sitting front row with that easy smile of hers.

Your stomach flipped, and you had to remind yourself to breathe. You had a job to do.

“You good?” one of your teammates asked, slapping you on the back.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you mumbled, trying not to focus too hard on the fact that Caitlin was right there, watching your every move. You shook it off, running drills and focusing on the upcoming game, but her presence was hard to ignore.

---

The game was tough. The other team was relentless, and the hits were harder than usual. But every time you felt yourself start to falter, you thought about Caitlin sitting in the stands, and it lit a fire in you. You broke through tackles, ran harder, and every yard you gained felt like a step closer to proving yourself—not just to your team, but to her.

The final quarter was close. You were down by six, with just minutes to go. As the ball snapped, you pushed through, running harder than you had all night. The stadium blurred, the only clear image in your mind was that end zone—and the thought of Caitlin watching you.

You broke free of the defense, sprinting for the touchdown, and the crowd erupted as you crossed the line. Breathless and grinning, you turned to look at the stands. There she was, standing up now, fists raised in triumph, her smile wide and full of pride. Seeing that made every bruise and aching muscle worth it.

---

After the game, you were sore and exhausted, but the win gave you an extra surge of energy. You barely made it to the locker room before your phone buzzed in your pocket.

Caitlin:"Nice game, champ. Meet me outside?"

You rushed through your shower, quickly changing into fresh clothes before heading out to the parking lot. The cool night air hit you as you spotted her leaning casually against her car, arms crossed with a grin playing on her lips.

“Well, look who showed up,” Caitlin teased, walking toward you as you approached. “You were pretty impressive out there.”

You laughed, rubbing the back of your neck. “Just trying to make sure you didn’t regret coming out to watch.”

“Trust me, I didn’t,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “You crushed it.”

You looked at her, heart pounding in a way that had nothing to do with the game. The chemistry between you two had been simmering for weeks, ever since that first meeting. Every text, every flirty comment had brought you both closer to this moment.

“So,” you started, trying to keep your voice steady, “I was thinking… maybe now that I won the game, I’ve earned that date?”

Caitlin’s smirk was undeniable, her eyes glinting under the streetlights. “You didn’t need to win for that. You’ve had it since our first conversation.”

The words hung in the air, and you couldn’t help but smile. Without thinking, you closed the distance between you, pulling her into a hug. She fit perfectly in your arms, and for a moment, the world felt still. When you pulled back, she was looking up at you with that same confident gaze you’d seen her wear on the court.

“Next time,” she said softly, “maybe we’ll play a little one-on-one. See if you’re as good with a basketball as you are with a football.”

You chuckled, already feeling the competitive spark between you two. “Game on, Clark. Just don’t get mad when I win.”

“Oh, trust me,” Caitlin grinned, leaning in just slightly, her breath warm against your skin. “I don’t lose easily.”

And neither did you. This was only the beginning of your game with Caitlin Clark, and it felt like a win no matter where the score ended.