#kate x reader

SMAU - Stealing the creeps underwear

ft. Brian, Tim, Toby, Ej, Jeff, Nina, Natalie, and Kate

stay with me

pairing: unrivaled!kate!dating!rivals x unrivaled!reader!dating!rivals

wc: 3.1k

summary: when a routine practice shifts into something neither of you can control, rivalry fades and only one truth remains—she will always come when someone says your name.

🏷️: @nervoussagittarius, @timunhater, @marleymarleymarleymarley, @333dee, @yourmom-25s-blog

practice with mist is supposed to feel clean, controlled, the kind of control that looks effortless from the outside but is built on repetition and bruises and film sessions that stretch too long. allisha is at the top of the key, calm as ever, calling out coverage like she’s reading from a script only she can see. her voice never rises, never wavers, just steady. 

breanna drifts to the wing, laughing under her breath at something arike muttered five seconds ago. arike is already talking trash and the scrimmage hasn’t even started yet, grinning like she’s playing in a sold-out arena instead of a closed practice gym. veronica claps her hands once. “lock in.”

faults

kate martin x famous reader warnings: neglect, arguing, intoxication word count 4,179 not even lying. if you read through this whole thing, you’re a real one fr.

you were living your dream life, part time content creator, full time social media worker for the New York liberty. the only downside? your girlfriend of 3 years, kate martin lives across the country. no not halfway, actually across the whole. damn. country. but this is year two, so it shouldn’t be as bad as last year…. right?

wrong, from the switch from unrivaled -> injured -> the off season -> the W season, was a lot. you followed kate to florida, working on the lunar owls media team. although you worked on a different team, you were still able to see kate everyday, even living in the same apartment for the first time. when her season was cut short due to injury. you and kate were able to take more trips and dates together.

during the off season for both teams, the two of you would travel back to iowa. kate would train and you would work with the women’s basketball team and some of the other iowa women’s teams.

when it was announced kate was drafted to the valkyries, you helped her move and settle in.

when the preseason came around you went back to New York, as much as you wanted to stay with kate, if there’s a possibility she gets traded to another team and she’ll have to move again, then you’ll be by yourself and out of a good job and area you know and love. Even if you did get a job with the valkyries, there’s a large possibility its not going to be the job you wanted/liked, so you stayed in New York.

now during this whole run, you were still filming and posting. people loved you and kate together, so when you went back to New York you genuinely wondered who was more heart broken you, kate or your fans.

for the first week of preseason you posted a vlog. you highlight your outfits, work and social life balance, and of course how you manage a long distance relationship that has a 3 hour time difference.

“the hardest part about being in a long distance relationship, is that i can’t go visit my girlfriend on a whim. like i actually have to save up at least 2-4 monthly paychecks to go visit kate. aghh this is torture.” you complain on your vlog. your comments usually filled with comments on how cute you and kate are, how long distance relationship suck but are so worth it, etc.

a few day later you posted an insta reel with texted on the screen “i almost forgot the whole point” and it was a series of photos. photos of good morning messages, cute notes, past dates and little facetime videos/screenshots.

katemartin: i love you baby ❤️ i miss you :( pinned & liked by creator username<3: i love you too baby!! i miss you so muchhh :((((

as the season goes on you find yourself looking at your notifications. each day the number of notifications from kate decreased. you’d send her a bunch of reels that would be left on read, good morning texts (adjusted to her time zone) just to get a response 5 hours later. you’d repost her posts and reels, comment, heart it, just to receive nothing in return.

fans started to speculate. “did kate and [reader] break up?” “is kate mad at [reader]??”

fan accounts start to post. “KATE MARTIN CONFIRMS BREAKUP IN NEW INSTAGRAM POST” “KATE MARTIN AND GIRLFRIEND OF 3 YEARS ARE ON THE OUTS” “IS THIS THE END FOR THE IOWA SWEETHEARTS??”

you try to ignore it, you really did. but with the rise of fan speculation, fake reports, and rising dms and comments wanting to take you on a date, it was getting hard to ignore. at this point every other comment was just “can i take you out mama? 😍” or “is it true you and kate are over?? 🥺 i literally love you btw” you knew you need to talk to kate about it. even if you didn’t want to.

kate we need to talk

you hated this. you hated you had to confront her. of course you also did it over text. you couldn’t do it in person, because of your job and expenses. you couldn’t do it over call, because goddamn its hard to confront verbally.

you knew kate would respond soon. she had a free night, no practice, no ads, nothing, she was free tonight. unlike many were speculating, you knew kate wasn’t cheating, but there was still a little voice saying “if she doesn’t respond maybe she is” although you try not to indulge those thoughts.

what’s up baby??

the text throws you off guard, even in the minimal texts between you two, she hasn’t called you “baby” in weeks. you falter a bit, but quickly you focus on the task at hand. “fix communication, don’t get sidetracked” you tell yourself. before sending the paragraph that has been in your notes app for the past month.

over the past month and a half i’ve seen our communication start to slip. our texts, calls, interactions have all decreased. i know you’re busy with basketball and brand deals and i know how exhausting it can be. but i can’t help but to compare it to our interactions from last year. even last year at this time we would still text and call daily. but now you don’t reply to my texts for days, you ignore my posts, and you decline my daily calls. and if you do answer them it’s once a week and barely for 5 minutes. now the whole internet and out friends think we broken up. i know i shouldn’t care what others think, especially the internet. but i’m scared that you do want to break up with me. read at 7:49 pm

kate doesn’t respond for the a few minutes. you could see that she was typing. with every few minutes the 3 dots would appear than disappear.

7:54 pm baby i’m sorry. i don’t mean to ignore you, but i have. at the start i was just exhausted and was telling myself i would respond later when i’m rested. but as time went on that would just become an empty suggestion. but baby i promise, i still love you and would give the world to be with you again. i promise i’ll do better, and please call me out if i start ignoring you again. thank you for bringing it to my attention , i love you baby.

you believed her because usually kate keeps her word. you had no reason not to believe her.

i love you too baby see you at all star weekend

i’ll see you then and i promise i’ll do better

those texts were from a week ago. now it was two weeks till all star weekend and you were already seeing improvement. you and kate were calling and texting daily again. she would repost your content and reply to your comments.

your fans were starting to see a difference. “i’m glad kate and [reader] are taking again” “is it just me or does [reader] look happier??” “i think [reader] is kate’s good luck charm because kate’s game has gotten so much better.”

kate even posted a story of the two of you. it was a face time call. you were eating lunch and later was eating breakfast. with text on the story saying “we may be long distance but we still have meal dates!” “nothing beats a breakfast-lunch date”

you reposted it, with texts saying “it’s a struggle but we make it work😂”

two weeks flew by, and it was now all star weekend. you were there for work, since you were promoting liberty’s social media. while kate was here for a mix of work and relaxation. while you were staying at the hotel the W assigned to workers and players. kate stayed at caitlin’s apartment, catching up on lost time with caitlin and gabbie.

you were excited to see kate again. the two of you had even planned a date night exploring Indianapolis.

when you and kate finally reunited was at the after party on thursday night. kate was the first to post a story. “reunited with my girl ❤️” and in the corner of the screen. “photo credits to @caitlinclark22”

then you posted a story. “with my baby!!!”

fan were excited that the two of you were together again. with posts and edits of the two of you being flooded everywhere. but what fans didn’t see was that kate was practically glued to caitlin all night, leaving you alone to hang out with your liberty girls. mostly izzy and tash since that’s who you’re to closest to. even though you were upset that kate pushed you aside, you couldn’t blame her. even though you should she was catching up with caitlin you understood their connection and understand they needed time to catch up.

as the weekend went on you found yourself feeling neglected an ignored by kate. even izzy getting worried about the two of you. “did you guys get into a fight?” she asked with concern, placing a hand on your shoulder. “n no, she’s just catching up with old friends.” you say reassuringly, yet it sounded more like a pathetic excuse. you try to play it off, telling yourself that you’re just being too sensitive and in your head. especially since it’s your first all stars and this is a new environment for you.

friday night it was the skills challenge, you were filming for media content. making sure to get photos and videos to upload to the liberty’s instagram and tiktok page.

after the game you were going to go to another all stars party with izzy and tash. but you decided to stay back, wanting to meet up with kate before hand. you happily wait for your girlfriend, knowing that this is the way she would exit. you find yourself waiting there for 10 minutes.

hey baby! do you want to meet up before the party?? i miss youu

3 minutes later she responds.

shit me and the girls already left, do you want me to have cait come back and get you?

you felt your heart drop. you felt pathetic and embarrassed. it’s so clear she just wants to be with her friends, she could careless about what you do.

no baby it okay. are you sure? yea i’ll just meet you at the party okay i’ll see you there stay safe ❤️

by the time you got to the party you didn’t even bother finding kate. you look around the room, trying to find izzy. you knew she could always bring a smile to your face.

when you spot her, you walk over to her. “hey [reader]!” she says happily. celebrating her girlfriend’s win. you don’t say a word, just wrap your arms around her waist and hide your face into her neck. a telltale sign you needed comfort. izzy hugs you, placing a hand over your head, as tash comes up, placing a hand on your back. “hey girl whats up?” tasha asks, concern and confusion looking up at izzy. “she’s ignoring you again isn’t she?” izzy asks, not wanting to make you upset even more. just trying to understand the situation. “i waited for her for 10 minutes. just to find out she left… she didn’t even offer to get me, rather just have caitlin get me.” you were genuinely about to cry at this point. tasha was seeing red, while izzy was seeing blue. izzy knew how much you were looking forward to seeing and being with kate. while tash was about to knock some sense into kate, she has this amazing girl and she’s just ignoring her. it’s not like they even dislike kate, they loved her, they got to know her during unrivaled and loved the sweet stories you would tell them.

after a few minutes of comforting you, the coax you into celebrating with the rest of the liberty girls. successfully getting you to enjoy your night.

you decide to head out when izzy and tash decided to head out. izzy needed to be up early tomorrow to spend time with her brother. she couldn’t be too drunk or exhausted. and tash didn’t want her to leave alone.

but once you were about to leave the club, you ran into kate. “[reader]! where have you been? i’ve been waiting for you all night!.” kate exclaimed, placing a hand on your shoulder stopping you right in your tracks. tasha looks at you, the look asking you if you want her and izzy to wait for you. you give her the go ahead to leave, before dragging kate to a quiet isolated part of the club.

“why didn’t you tell me you’re here?” kate asked, there was an edge in her voice, but she was just purely confused.

“didn’t think you would care or notice. so i just went to go find izzy.” you say dryly, trying to stay calm.

“d didn’t think i would care?! [reader] what are you on about?!” kate’s voice starts to raise. she’s usually in control of her temper, but due to being clearly intoxicated, any control is practically gone.

“you’ve been ignoring me al-” ”oh my god [reader]” she groans, interrupting you, “have you ever thought maybe you’re just too needy and clingy. this is the first time i really get to relax and even then i still have to do fucking work. unlike you i don’t get to mess around and still makes thousands okay.” she snaps at you, talking down to you like you’re a little child.

“i’m here for work too kate. you know this.” you fight back tears, feeling invalidated and hurt. your girlfriend had just yelled at you, had just talked down to you like you’re some dumb child. “fine, i may be too needy, too clingy. but at least i’m still trying to keep our relationship going. and fine i’m sorry for i want to be with you. this is the first time i’ve seen you in months and i fucking miss you.” your voice starts to break, your emotions becoming more present with each word.

“goddamnit [reader] the world doesn’t revolve around you. okay people have lives and they can’t accommodate to you. i’m sorry for not being at your beck and call 24/7 but you need to grow the fuck up and realize you’re being too goddamn insecure. we’ve been in a relationship for 3 years, so what if we don’t spend time together for a couple of months! many couples do it for longer and they’re not this fucking immature about it.”

a part of you tells you “she doesn’t mean it, she’s just intoxicated” both the other part says, “drunken words are sober thoughts, you’re just being too much.” you get a salty tear fall down your face.

“fine, i’m sorry for being too clingy and needy, you don’t need to worry about it anymore.” you say, starting to head to the nearest exit, “wait [reader]” you hear kate call out,

you turn around in a flash. “no kate you make it really fucking clear where i stand. you want space, you’ll get space. you didn’t want me to bother you, don’t worry i wont bother you anymore.” you say coldly through tears. you start walking way. not stopping till you’re outside in the cool summer air of indianapolis.

you felt like a stupid teenager again. you didn’t know where this leaves you and kate, are you guys still together but just in a fight? were you guys on a break? or did you guys break up? the last thought only made you cry harder. you were going to order an uber, but called tash instead. rather being safe than sorry.

can you pick me up? yea doll omw stay right there okay

when tash finally picks you up, you sit in her rental car. you stay silent for all of a minute before breaking down. she quickly scoops you up in a hug, letting you cry it out.

saturday morning

you had posted your personal content of all star weekend to your instagram and tiktok. you had also posted a story of you at a local cafe caitlin had recommended to you.

but behind the aesthetic posts and stories, lies the messy aftermath of your argument with kate.

13 new messages from love of my life 💜

good morning baby i love you ❤️

i’m sorry for last nighti was intoxicated and handled things badlynot badly, horriblylike the worst way possible

i know you’re probably hurt and mad at me and i completely understand. how i talked to you was completely unacceptable.my behavior for these pasts months have been completely unacceptable.

i have to get going now but i promise to make it up to you if you’d let me. we could get lunch together? or we could just spend our free time before the all star game cuddling? okay, well let me know when you’re awake i hope to see you at the unrivaled event! love you baby ❤️ read at 7:30 am

throughout the day kate waited, she waited for a response or maybe even seeing you. although she was able to hide it, her guilt was gnawing at her. she remembered everything she’d said, she remembered how you looked. she was so mad at herself, how she acted last night, how she’s acted all weekend, how she treated you for the past few months. she’d promised you that she will change, but 2 weeks just to go back to the same routine, she felt awful. she knew her words meant no value, especially when her actions don’t match her promises.

but as time went on, from start to finish for the unrivaled event, you were no where to be seen.

you in the meantime were doing work. editing photos and videos for your upcoming posts, both for the liberty’s socials and yours. you pondered about exploring indianapolis. but then you remembered that you and kate had planned a date to explore, you felt two different ways.

one part of you wanted to explore. 1. you’ve been wanting to explore indianapolis for a while. 2. you wanted to be mean and petty. you knew kate has been to indianapolis and so what if she isn’t there, it’s not like she’d care.

but the other part of you wanted to wait. you really wanted to go with kate, you had planned a bunch of places you wanted to go to. were they tourist hot spots… yes, but you knew you and kate would have fun. and as much as you would want to be petty and mean. you knew most likely you would just feel sad and lonely.

you ended up staying in your room, because in reality, this work won’t get done if you just wander all day.

close to 11:30 tasha had texted you.

girly you wanna get lunch with izzy and i????? hell yeah!

at lunch you’d posted a reel. the little trend of mama y papa “mami y mama” (love both to death)

while at lunch kate had interacted with all your posts and stories. hearts, reposts, comments.

fans has noticed that you didn’t respond to any of kate’s comments or reposts. “are kate and [reader] fighting again?” “doesn’t [reader] usually respond to kate’s comments in a mere matter of seconds??” “i’m really hoping [reader] is just busy at lunch and nothing bad is happening.” “if kate and [reader] are on the outs do you think i’d have a chance?” “[reader] i could treat you better than kate ever could. please mama one chance 😭”

as time went on, the all star game came and went. before hand you were filming liberty content pregame. then halftime you posted glorilla content, while enjoying the performance caitlin came to hang out with you. she didn’t bring up kate around you, just wanted to be with you. the two of you are still friends, and caitlin hadn’t been able to hang out with you all weekend.

“you wanna get dinner with the girls and i?” caitlin asks just loud enough for you to hear. “um maybe, honestly after the game i just want to call it a night. i’ll come for your all star weekend celebration tomorrow tho.” you say not wanting her to be disappointed. at the end of the day the two of you are still friends and caitlin absolutely hated it when relationship problems impact it. “make sure you get rest tonight then, because i expect to see you tomorrow.” she says with that signature smile. “okay coach caitlin.”

after the game you left with tasha, not bothering to wait or go looking for kate.

when kate caught wind that you’d left already, she didn’t go out with the iowa girls. instead she ordered an uber to your hotel. even though caitlin had offered to drive her.

even with the heavy traffic in indianapolis, she made it to your hotel in a mere matter of minutes.

you had barely just finished settling in for the night, when you here a knock at your door. you begrudgingly got up, expecting tash had forgot something or izzy just wanting to check in on you before bed, maybe decompress with her bestie for the next hour. but when you answered the door, you were met with a blonde. a blonde with a guilt stricken face, and regret ridden eyes.

before you could even process the sight before you, kate had pulled you into her arms. she was holding onto you tightly, like you’d disappear if her hold loosened, even just a little bit. “i know i messed up, i know i’ve been messing up.” her voice was a soft whisper, like if she raised her voice any higher she’d cry. which wasn’t wrong, kate was on the verge of tears. because she knew one wrong word or action, you’d slip away and move on like she was never there. “please… j just let me fix it. i promise i’ll fix it.” she gives you a small kiss to your head. she was gentle, so gentle you almost felt like you were a precious fragile artifact.

before you knew it, your arms were wrapped around hers, your head now nuzzling into her chest, seeking the comfort you’ve been missing so dearly.

that’s how the two of you ended up sitting on the edge of the bed. you in your pajamas while kate was still in her all star fit. her arm wrapped around your waist, while your head was on her shoulder.

a small silence falls between you two. you could tell kate was trying to come up with what to say. not because she didn’t think she was in the wrong, no she definitely knew she was in the wrong. but rather, she didn’t want to say something wrong that will just cause her to lose you.

she sighs “i’m sorry, i’m sorry for how i’ve been treating you these past few months. i fixed up my actions, just to revert back to ignoring you. i can’t believe i got too caught up in my work just to push you aside.” you could hear the guilt and regret in kate’s voice. you could hear the realization in her voice, how each word carried more shame. “and oh god, my behavior friday night was unbelievably. i should’ve never yelled at you, i should’ve never spoke to you like that. intoxicated or not, what i did was unacceptable.”

she gently pulled you away, just enough so she could look you in the eye. when your eyes lock, she’s already trying to read you. trying to read how you feel, if her words hold any meaning to you.

“do you remember how i told you, all i ever want to do in the future is take care of you? well i mean it” her voice comes out shaky. “i really do. i know my action don’t seem like it, but i do. and i promise i’ll make up for how i’ve been treating you. no matter what, no matter how long, or what i have to do i'll make it up to you." and you knew, she meant it.

for the rest of the night you and kate cuddled till you fell asleep. in the morning you woke up to breakfast in bed, and kate in different clothes. ”i had caitlin bring me my clothes and bring us some breakfast. come on, eat up. we have a museum to visit in an hour.” a smile formed on your face. she remembered the date you planned.

after breakfast you got changed and started your date with kate. this time you knew kate was going to fix her act.

and she did, no more ignoring, no more neglecting. she made sure that there wasn’t a day that went by, where she didn’t tell you how much she loves and adores you.

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?

Broken Bonds and Finding Love (Caitlin Clark x Reader x Kate Martin)

Part one - You’re Mine // Series Masterlist

A/N: Lowkey changed the request a bit, i just went with it haha. Not exactly the vibe I had hopped for my first WBB fic but.... Yeah. Maybe i could make a part 2 if yall are wanting it!

warnings/notes: I changed this to be alpha!cait hope thats okay, smut, semi public sex, possessive nature, omegaverse au, cait has a dick, afab reader, omega reader, alpha caitlin clark, daddy kink, CNC themes, Toxic!caitlin, cheater!caitlin, Blowjobs, porn with plot, Slightly angsty too, Slight Alpha!Kate x reader, omega space, talk of injuries, blood, possibly slight abusive themes, mentions of cum.

G!P!KateBishopxFem!Reader

Warnings: vaginal sex, cock warming, rough sex, office sex

Summary: Going to rescue your girlfriend from an awful day at work.

Word count: 1.1k

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You opened the door to her office without knocking as you were told too many times. Kate was typing something furiously on her computer, clearly frustrated.

Pairing: Wanda/fem!reader; Kate/fem!reader.

Tags: angst, cheating, amnesia, slow burn, drama, angst with a happy ending (depending on who you’re cheering on), love triangle?

Summary: You have been in a relationship with Wanda for almost two years, yet she seems to never prioritize you or your relationship when it comes to her ex-boyfriend, Jarvis. What would you do when you accidentally discover she’s pregnant? The only reasonable answer: storm out and go to your BF’s house, Kate Bishop, who has been keeping her feelings towards you in check… until now. The problem is you never made it to her house.

AN: First Kate Bishop fic. Pulled some inspo for this from a real life moment I had with my best friend lol. Proofread but could probably do it again I just don't feel like it. Read my masterlist for other info, it'll be linked below.

Labels/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort. Fem reader. Mentions of blood and as the photos can show, a car accident. No use of y/n.

Summary: Established relationship between Kate and Reader. Reader gets into a car accident and Kate comforts her afterwards. Lil surprise at the end. My first happy ending fic lol.

WC: 3,039

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