Back Off

”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.

OMG I HAVE SOMETHING IN MIND HSEJDHDHDJ sooo sleepy!reader x abby, reader is a student of idk... computer science. and is sleep deprived. I need a drabble of this hagdhehdh

for a smutty part (kinda funny) abby went to find a condom or strap or something and reader stayed in bed n when abby is back reader is asleep.

If someone wants to write this plsss tag me I want to read something abt it 😫😫🙏🙏

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

9days till my birthday 🎉🎉🎉

mom!abby anderson 🌞✨🫐🥝🫧🍭

requested by my baby: @miguelnation <3 i hope this makes you feel better honey. i love love love you. 💗💗🌷👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏼