#kate martin fic

[lav3nd3erhaz3]

THE 1 - kate martin x fem!oc!

WARNINGS- idk if there are any so if there is pls tell me!

DNI- men and minors.

SUMMARY- leia attends her first iowa wbb game and it goes different then she expected and she ends up feeling things she shouldnt be feeling.

I GUESS YOU NEVER KNOW, NEVER KNOW

JANUARY 25, 2023

CARVER-HAWKEYE ARENA

I walked into the arena for my first Iowa basketball game, while wearing my best friend Jada's jersey. I sat in my seat, it wasn't very far from the court so I could see well. I took my phone out of my pocket and opened up my snap. I saw a snap of Jada. She was sitting in the locker room. The text box on the picture read “Can we get a fit check 🙏”.

As I studied the photo I saw a gorgeous blonde in the photo with her. I replied with a snap of my jersey saying “Your jersey or no jersey! Good luck tonight Pookie!!!”. I sent the snap and closed out of my snap to my home screen. I opened the messages to see a message from my boyfriend James.

LOML

Hey.

We need to talk.

LEIA HOWARD

About what?

James, you're scaring me.

LOML

Just come over to my place at noon tomorrow.

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What did James mean by ‘we need to talk.’ We were doing so well. He had just left a week ago for a trip to California for his hockey team and came back yesterday. We talked while he was gone but not for very long, which was normal. I had my classes to worry about and he has his hockey team to worry about.

When I looked back up, the girls were on the court. I saw Jada warming up with Gabbie, the only girl I had met on the team so far. Earlier, at our apartment, Jada had mentioned going out with the team and suggested that I go with her. I hadn't considered going till now, I thought about it until the warmup music abruptly came to an end and I heard the commenters speaking but I didn't understand what they were saying.

AFTER THE GAME

Jada must have seen me because a security guard had come to escort me to her which was on the court near the bench.

“YOU DID SO WELL BABES!” I told her as I ran up to her, jumped into her arms, and wrapped myself around her. None of her teammates even turned to look at us as the interaction happened.

“OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR COMING!!”She exclaimed back to me, matching my energy.

As we let go of the hug we both noticed the team was heading to the locker rooms so we followed. I put my hand in her hand and we started talking. We walked like that to the locker rooms.

When we made it to the locker Jada went to her little cubby and I followed. I made my way through the large group of girls to get just to Jada who seemed like she was halfway across the world. When I made it to her locker room I realized I hadn't told her about James or me wanting to go out with her and the rest of the girls.

“I need to tell you something weird that happened with James today,” I told her with a serious tone.

“Leia what happened…” She questioned me as she slipped off the yellow and black jersey that matched the one I was wearing. She traded it out for an Iowa women's basketball sweatshirt.

“He said he wants to talk…” I told her looking down trying to ignore the tears that were falling from my eyes. As I finished my sentence the same blonde from the snap Jada sent me earlier had appeared next to me and Jada.

“Hi! Are you still coming out with us tonight?” The tall blonde questioned my best friend.

“Yeah of course Kate,” Jada replied quickly, turning to me as she finished her sentence. “My offer still stands, Lei, if you wanna come with us, I think it will help get your mind off James for the rest of the night. We can listen to Hamilton while getting ready, '' she said, trying to persuade me, whispering the last part of the sentence.

“Uhm.. yeah sure..” I said, a wave of nervousness traveling over my body, making my cheeks heat up.

“Ok great. I guess I'll see you guys later. It was nice kinda sorta meeting you Leia…” As she finished her sentence I felt myself wanting to go out more just from that small interaction.

As the blonde left, Jada spoke up. “Thats Kate, she's really sweet, I think you guys would get along so well.” The comment made my cheeks heat up once again.

“She seems nice..” I commented as Jada turned around to collect the rest of her stuff.

AFTER GETTING HOME FROM THE CLUB

Those girls were super sweet, they treated me just like a player. Throughout the night they made sure I was included, I had even gotten close with some of the girls, especially Caitlin and Molly. I as well had forgotten all about what was going to happen the next day.

When me and Jada got back we stumbled out of the apartment. I went to my room and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a random oversized shirt I found in my drawer. I walked into the bathroom and put my brunette hair into a messy bun and started my skincare routine. I was halfway done brushing my teeth when I got a bunch of notifications coming from my phone that was in my pocket that was vibrating rapidly.

When I read through them carefully I noticed that they were all from the basketball girls following me on Instagram. But one of them stood out to me… Kate, Seeing her name gave me butterflies in my stomach the way James did when we first met. I Ignored the feelings I felt and finished brushing my teeth. When I finished I went straight to my room.

As I was walking I passed Jada's room to see she wasn't in her room. I just assumed she was getting a snack or something from the kitchen but when I entered my room there she passed out and noticed taking up all the room on my queen-sized bed. I squeezed my way into my bed and took as much blanket as I could get from Jada hogging it. As I finally got comfortable Jada flipped over.

“I'm so proud of you for going out tonight Leia, the girls liked you, and they said that next time we go out to invite you. I know everything feels bad right now but tomorrow's gonna be ok I promise and even if it isn't you got me and the team. I love you lei-lei, good night.” She muttered, yawning as she finished her sentence. “Thanks, Jades, I love you so much too, Sweet dreams,” I said as I heard her soft breathing signaling she was sleeping. I fell asleep soon after finishing my sentence.

dividers - @saradika

hi lovies! i hope you like this! i made half of it in the middle of a mental breakdown so half of it i didnt even know what i was writing. Not a lot of kate and leia interactions but i promise next chapter leia is gonna be freaking out!! i dont know if im gonna just do the 1 lyrics for the chapter names or like different folklore lyrics and songs. and for the goeriga fic it seems like saturn is gonna win so im gonna start working on the fic very soon. pls send in request for fics, hcs or blurbs for kate, georgia, paige, and aubrey. they are the ONLY people im writing for, and a anon asked for dorka but i dont really feel comfortable writing for her because when i first started watching wbb dorka was my comfort player, she just helped me through so much so it makes me feel weird writng something for her but im open to do platonic fics for her! ill be posting chapters every monday for this fic!

-love annie! 🎀

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[ktaerssoi]

wrestling for attention

summary:

paige bueckers x fem!reader

(509)

not proof read please don't hate me!!

"you couldn't beat me in an arm wrestle."

that's what your girlfriend had said twenty minutes ago when you had made a comment about being stronger than you looked. now, you and her were sitting at the kitchen table doing what seemed to be the thirtieth arm wrestle of the past half an hour.

you smiled as you pushed to make paige's hand hit the table again, not even straining yourself to do so. "P, i think we know who is better, can i please go make dinner now?" you had invited kk and nika over for dinner at your guys' apartment that night and you were supposed to get cooking by 5:45 and it was now nearing 6.

"no y/n. i don't know how your cheating, but there is no way your beating me fairly." you roll your eyes as you get up, now standing behind your girlfriend as you rub her shoulders up and down. "face it, you just need to work out your arms more." she groans as you turn and walk into the kitchen, not accepting defeat. "i will win one!"

"sure you will babe."

-

you were cleaning dishes an hour or two later when you were cornered by paige, nika, and kk in your kitchen. "how can i help you ladies today?" you dried the rest of the cups, putting them on the rack to dry.

"paige tells us you're an arm wrestle god. we find that hard to believe." nika crosses her arms and kk narrows her eyes at you as you laugh at their competitiveness. "if you guys think you can take me.." you put your hands up in defense as you round the counter to lean on the table.

nika had sat down after attempting to beat your four times, eventually admitting that you really were a force to be reckoned with. kk on the other hand not only made you go against her eight times, but made you switch hands for two of them.

"freak of nature over here." you felt paige's arms snake around your waist as you leaned over the table for the last round against kk. her head was on your shoulder and you rubbed her forearm that was resting on your hip.

"not my fault a bunch of college athletes can't beat some random at an arm wrestle. seriously, should i call Geno and let him know?" kk laughs at your comment and her and nika leave shortly thereafter.

-

lying in bed later that night with paige's head resting comfortably on your chest, she whispers up to you. "i might actually have to start working my arms more because damn babe, they're sore from wrestling." you let out a giggle at the possible double meaning of the sentence and nodded.

"you're still the arm wrestle champ, i'll tell anyone who askes that today was a fluke." you smile as you kiss her forehead goodnight, thinking about all the other inside jokes the two of you would have by the time you grew old together.

um anyway, the girl i like told my bsf that she likes me so yk, your girl got game or wtvr. i was actually losing my mind but shhhhh..anyway thats all, not proofread, also please give me more CC requests!! - kate

#wcbb #caitlin clark #paige bueckers #paige bueckers fic #kate martin #paige #wlw #uconn huskies #uconn wbb #uconn women’s basketball

[obsessive-evie]

you’re pretty is all

pairing: Kate Martin + fem!oc

word count: 3.2k

warnings: smut, explicit language

“I-, I can’t, please, I can’t, you can’t keep doing this to me,” Kate pants into my mouth, a blushing smile on her face, clearly embarrassed at the needy tone her own voice took on.

You see, we have recently discovered that Kate cannot handle praise. At. All.

It happened one day on accident, I was just going to one of her games like normal, a pretty rough game against South Carolina I must admit, but Iowa pulled through, Kate being the highest scorer instead of Caitlin for once. She had jogged over to where I was leaning against the walls of the stadium bleachers, a wide smile on her face the moment she noticed where I was. She had barely finished talking to the media, still dodging reporters with cameras on her way over to me.

I immediately wrapped my arms around her head of course, standing on my tiptoes to kiss the side of her head. Her head was buried in my neck, her heavy breathing and warm body pressed against my own. “You did so good baby, oh my god,” I said in her ear before pulling away, my hands still on her neck. Her face now held a different kind of look in her eye. What once was pink from the exertion of the game was now speckled darker with with red, her eyes holding a look of almost uncertainty in them. She opens her mouth like she’s going to speak, but nothing comes out.

She looks bashful, almost shocked, as she keeps trying to form words through her smile. A few laughs escape instead, so she breaks eye contact, and pulls me back into her arms, hiding her face in my neck.

I don’t bring it up until later, taking it as she was just overwhelmed in the post-win high.

But the more I thought about it, the more my brain needed to know why she looked so, flustered? Now I had had my theories about her liking praise, the few times I was more in control featuring a heavy adoration note, and less than a possessive or rough route, but I wanted to test my theory.

“I’m serious i’m so proud of you Kate, you played so well,” I say in the passenger seat of her car as she drives us back to her apartment, her hand in mine on the center console. We’re stopped at a long red, the large Iowa intersections taking far too long in any other circumstance, but i’m thankful for it now as I get to watch her head duck down in an attempt at hiding while a large smile plays on her face, one she’s clearly trying to hide. Her face flushes red again, and that’s when I knew I was on the right track.

Throughout the course of the next few days, I continued to shower my girlfriend with excess praise and compliments, relishing in every blush, smile, giggle, and hidden face. Everything from playing with her freshly washed hair while we talked about the game later that night, making her shift herself from laying on my chest to her kissing my neck to hide her red face when I started to delve into her high score. Not just that, but when she aced a math test a few days later, I went above and beyond in telling her how proud I was (she ended up telling me to shut up with a red face and half hidden smile, her large hand coming to cover half of her face).

The first time I called her pretty girl, I knew damn well what I was doing.

I was sitting on the bathroom counter as she curled her hair, just admiring her beauty and features. She was focused on not burning herself, but when she put the iron down and caught my eyes, she smiled, a puzzled look on her face. “What?” she asked while moving closer, her hands coming to my thighs, rubbing up and down my leggings as she laughed slightly. I shook my head, not wanting to admit anything yet, so naturally she moved closer, leaning into my personal space.

I shake my head while laughing, moving myself to kiss her lips with smiles on our faces. I break the gentle kiss to say, “My pretty girl.” Her reaction is immediate, her face flushes pink high on her cheekbones and ears, she tries to hold back an even larger smile which causes her nose to twitch slightly too. My hands cradle her jaw on each side before she plants her forehead on my chest, me sitting on the counter being one of the few positions she can do so.

I can feel her breathing slightly pick up, making me laugh again. She shakes her head in my chest with a small groan before picking it up, and moving back over to where she was standing, holding back a smile and a red face.

So it does work.

My plan was to see how long it would take for her to crack, or melt, either one worked for me. So when the day came where I was fed up with her being so stupidly strong willed, I decided to bombard her all day long.

I kissed every inch of her face when we woke up that morning, telling her how beautiful she is, even throwing in a my beautiful girl before getting out of bed to shower (she asked to join, but I don’t think I could handle seeing her naked and not get on my knees, which would ruin my whole plan).

I even hyped her up a little more the usual when we got ready to go out to dinner. When I would usually just call her my hot girlfriend and poke her biceps or abs, I made show of saying how good she looked, even throwing in a wolf whistle for good measure to get that pretty blush I adored. Now don’t get me wrong, she did look damn good, but it was a little exaggerated when she walked out in a gray tank and jeans, her hair up in a high ponytail with a dusting of makeup on her face highlighting her natural features.

I got the blush that I wanted, as well as an eye roll as she deflected by kissing me on the lips.

It was only after we had a few drinks at a nice italian restaurant that she even acknowledged my praises.

I had called her “so fuckin pretty” after taking some photos of her at our secluded table, to which she responded, “I can’t with you, you know that?” with an eye roll. “I just love my incredibly hot girlfriend, and I wanna tell her, what’s so wrong with that?” I replied. She just shook her head and said, “You’re so down bad for me.” Of course I nodded my head enthusiastically and took more photos.

By the time we were home on the couch, still in our going out clothes and makeup, I was determined to make her crack.

I was seated straddling her lap, her hands unbashfully on my ass and hips (a personal fav of hers as she put it), while mine were moving between her jaw and neck, not deciding which one I liked better. My tongue was in her mouth when my hand just barely squeezed her neck, not choking or anything, but enough for her to moan out in surprise. She pulled away for air, her face flushed and lips bitten a dark shade of pink. God she really was pretty.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whispered before going back in for more kisses. Her hands now gripped my hips harder, pulling me down onto her thigh, causing pleasure to shoot up into me. She did it again at the same time she pushed her thigh up, the thought of the strong muscle beneath me only adding to my pleasure. This time i’m the one that pulls away to say, “God you’re so good to me, you’re so fucking pretty baby,” while smiling. Hopefully this is the fatal blow that will make her crack.

I’m right.

“I-, I can’t, please, I can’t, you can’t keep doing this to me,” Kate pants into my mouth, a blushing smile on her face, clearly embarrassed at the needy tone her own voice took on. Her bright blue-green eyes plead up at me, coercing my body and soul into her. I stay quiet, hoping to urge her to fill the silence. “I mean it, you have no idea what that does to me I-,” she pauses, taking a deep breath, breaking our eye contact, “I can’t, just-“ I cut her desperate words off with a kiss, needing to feel those pretty lips on mine again. She kisses me back with fervor, gripping my ass and hip impossibly tighter, her hands almost painfully doing so.

Our lips continue to move with a melting passion, each of us letting out occasional moans as we move closer and closer to the fires burning bright in our cores. I break the kiss and a string of warm spit still keeps us connected. I move to kiss her cheek gently, the restraint and stark contrast from the aggressive kissing almost making me shake. Kissing softly down her jawline, stopping just above her ear to whisper, “My pretty baby,” the hand that was resting on her neck squeezing slightly.

Now being possessive wasn’t particularly new for us, Kate liked to show me off and I the same, but we were never directly possessive. So i I guess it caught her off guard when I accentuated the my part.

“Oh my god,” she half says half whines as I smirk, continuing my pursuit of kisses down her neck and onto her exposed collarbones. I manage to get her tank top off, so of course she had to even the score and get me out of my shirt (it was bunched up around my bra anyways). Kissing down her chest, removing the clasp of her bra one handed, pulling her ripped jeans down, those were all easy. But resisting the urge to abandon my teasing and fuck her senseless once I got her in just her underwear was not easy. At all.

I too was stripped down to my shorts and lacy black bralette, my mouth still slowly trailing down her body, gently kissing and biting. My hands explored her hips and thighs the lower I got, the sucking on her chest and nipples making the strong muscles twitch slightly. Every time I pulled away from her warm body to breathe or look at her, I let out a string of praises or minor possessiveness.

The lower I got, the more she squirmed at my words. What would’ve probably only made her blush before this is now making her pant. For example, “God you’re so good baby,” made her let out a particularly desperate moan, her hand coming to the back of my head as I sucked on her nipple.

Something I did know about Kate however, is that she got particularly embarrassed when I went down on her. She had a habit of covering her face with her hands, a pillow, or biting her lips to hold back the moans that only urged me on. She also had a habit of closing her eyes or looking away, especially the more orgasms I gave her, because she had a tendency to cry.

The first time I made her cry in bed, I panicked, thinking something was wrong. It was after a particularly hard loss, a tiring and brutal game against LSU, and I decided she could use an orgasm or two after that. By the time I was getting her closer and closer to her third, I thought that I was crazy when I caught a glimpse of shiny eyes before she covered them with the crook of her elbow again. Amping her up for her fourth however, was when I was for sure that her moans were turning into almost sobs. My heart dropped, thinking I had taken it too far. Of course I immediately removed my head from her pussy and cradled her face with my hands, trying to remove her own from her face.

All I had received in return was a rushed out explanation, “No, no, please don’t stop I’m fine I swear just-“ she had said before I cut her off. “Baby you’re crying you’re clearly not fine what’s wrong was it too much? I’m sorry love I-“ this time it was my turn to be cut off.

“No, no this just happens ok I’m fine just I swear to god if you don’t make me cum these tears will be for real,” she choked out, the waterworks of frustration starting back up again. I had kissed her salty lips quickly before giving her a fourth orgasm, watching as the tears flowed freely once I had held her hand down on her hip. Back then I had watched in awe as her pretty face was streaked with tear tracks, trying to test my luck with a fifth orgasm right after her fourth. Unfortunately her sobs became mumbled words of, “No I can’t i c-can’t too much I can’t please I can’t,” while pushing my head away from her dripping cunt.

Now I’m determined to see those rare tears again.

Hopefully my teasing combined with her newfound appreciation for praise would be enough.

I stand corrected.

After sucking on her thighs for too long, Kate had relented and quietly asked me to touch her. I had removed her soaked panties slowly, kissing every inch of her legs they went down. This is when she would typically look away or look for a pillow to hide in, but thanks to our position on our barren couch, she had no choice but to look at me as I made contact with her wet pussy.

I started out slow by circling her clit and pushing a single finger into her, crooking it slightly. “Keep your eyes on me pretty girl,” I said, making her move her hand from shaking by her thigh to holding the back of my head, keeping my tongue on her as she whines.

Throwing out other praises and you’re so pretty darling, or, you look so fucking good like this, so wet baby made Kate only moan and whine louder, her hand coming to cover her mouth. I get minutes into pumping two fingers into her before I notice she’s gone muffled, so I take her hand away from her mouth by her wrist, and hold it onto the couch with my thumb on her pulse point gently.

“C’mon baby let me hear you, I know you can do it,” I say, watching as she tries to keep quiet by biting her lip, tears beginning to form in her eyes. I decide to push her further.

At the same time I curl my fingers up into her g spot, I suck on her clit hard, all while simultaneously pushing on her lower stomach. This makes her let out a loud and whiny moan, stirring things inside me when she tightens her hold on my hair. The tears begin to flow now, almost making me let up on my assault. Almost.

I keep alternating between sucking on her clit and pushing on her stomach, my fingers keeping pace inside her. “Oh my god,” she panted out, the telltale signs of my girlfriend’s incoming orgasm starting as her breathing picks up. I keep going, never relenting, even when her strong hips try to lift up off the couch, forcing me to wrap my arms around her hips and thighs, pinning her in place.

I take a small breather to say, “you’re close baby, I know it, why don’t you cum for me yeah? god you’re doing so well love.” She throws her head back and whines, a high and needy thing that makes me speed up my hand, even though my wrist is starting to cramp.

Her breathing deepens, sobs worsen, thick hot tears rolling down her cheeks as her strong thighs clamp around my head. Pushing on her lower stomach always seems to do the trick, something about external g spot stimulation? Either way, she’s coming on my tongue with my name in her mouth, combined with many other things I can’t hear because of her thighs over my ears.

Her whole body shakes and twitches, her hips lifting in an arch, her hand holds my hair almost painfully tight to her cunt, not like I was leaving anyways. Her heavy breathing doesn’t slow as I push through what I think is the longest orgasm I’ve ever given her. And trust me, giving head was considered one of my special skills. Wonder if I could put THAT on a job resume?

I slow my fingers inside of her, as well as the lapping of my tongue when I think i’ve stretched that out as long as I could. Her eyes are closed now, breathing slowing, her thighs loosened around my head, allowing me to pull away for air. I slowly remove my fingers from her cunt, causing her hips to twitch again, making me laugh. I suck her excess slick off my fingers, relishing in the way she tastes. Maybe I’m smug, but the fucked out look on my girlfriend’s face as she opens her eyes is totally deserving of a mini victory lap.

I stand up from my position on the floor, my knees cracking on the way up from the way I was kneeling. I kiss my way up her hips and stomach gently, small pecks up her warm body, making my way to her face. The tear stained face I kiss every inch of, something I had started after the first time she cried, a mix of guilt and tenderness I felt for her compelling me to do so. When I finally reach her lips, I swipe my thumb under her eyes, cleaning off any more salty tears or cum. Unfortunately for Kate, going from eating pussy to kissing cheeks means mixing of bodily fluids.

A self confident smile on my face, I kiss my girl on the lips finally, her once limp mouth curving up into a small smile. I pull away, taking in her disbelieving expression. “Where the hell did that come from?” she asks, shaking her head slightly against my lips. “You’re pretty,” is all I say in response.

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[celestial-grls]

You're so money, baby

-Summary: You and Kate are getting ready for a night out. She's as much of a distraction as she is helpful. Fluffy with no use of Y/N -a/n: hope you all like this and feel free to send requests! that's all ok mwah!

"Kaaaaate? Have you seen my eyeliner? I can't find it," You huff while trailing around Kate and your bedroom in your outfit for the night and rollers still in your hair. 

Kate is always ready ages before you. She has the patience of a saint and prefers to keep you company while you get ready, entertained by you like you're a one-woman TV show. 

She's in the closet trying to pick a jacket and answers you through the slightly ajar door, "Dunno, baby. Did you try the little makeup bag?" She's talking about the one you keep for when you guys have to quickly pack to make a red-eye flight to wherever the next basketball game may be. 

You crouched down to open the cabinet under the sink where you keep your travel things, and sure enough, your eyeliner was sitting in the very bottom, buried underneath everything else. 

Kate took a jacket off the hanger and laid it on the bed before crossing to meet you in the bathroom. She leans against the doorway while you lean over the bathroom sink to line your eyes. You're concentrating, but flash her a grin and turn to face her when you're done. 

She's wearing this one sweater you love on her because it's soft, and some of her white t-shirt sticks out from the collar. Your focus starts at her collar but quickly moves to her face as you place your hands behind her neck. "You look good, Martin." 

She gets a little timid under your gaze. The way you look up at her and tilt your head completely knocks her out. Up close like this, you can still see some of the freckles across her nose from the time you spent outside together this past summer. She shakes off shyness before pretending to be all business and tells you, "No fair. I was supposed to tell you that." 

With complete mischief in your eyes, you shift closer to her while shrugging, "There's still time, baby. Night's still young."

She laughs before sitting at the bathtub's edge to finish watching you get ready. She wouldn't tell you, but it's her favorite part of the night. She can't take her eyes off you — bouncing around, the sounds of your makeup clacking together. At the same time, you dig for specific products, an ever-changing playlist in the background. She doesn't know the first thing about makeup and believes it's more magical this way, watching you go to work. 

Your favorite part is sneaking glances at her out of the corner of your eye. There's always a point halfway through where Kate lets you run some brow gel through her eyebrows. Kate closed her eyes, even though she didn't have to, so she could smell the fragrance you had sprayed on earlier. When she opens her eyes, you're balancing one hand on her knee and shaping the ends of her eyebrows into place before you stand up and admire your work. 

"You make my job so easy by having a face like yours," clearly satisfied with your minimal effort on Kate's face and doing whatever it takes to make her blush. 

Kate's hands settle on your hips, thumbs teasing at the top of your miniskirt. She looks at you with your rollers still in and feels like forgoing the going out part so she can have you alone for as long as possible. Seeing your breath hitch and falter a bit at the sight of her big hands wrapped around the curve of your hips gives her the confidence to ask, "How do you manage to do it?" 

You amuse her, touching your thumb to her chin, "Do what, Martin?" 

Kate takes a second to move her hands down, gently cradling the exposed back of your thighs where the fabric of the miniskirt ends. She presses one chaste kiss to your exposed midriff and inhales the light sweetness from your lotion before saying, "Smell so good all the time," 

It's your turn to get all shy and flustered. You play it off by pressing your thumb to Kate's bottom lip, "Don't distract me, baby. There's still lots to do, and I haven't decided on which shoes to wear," 

Kate's always happy to help and asks, "D'you need me to take your rollers out?" 

It's still early days for you and Kate, but considering the number of events and outings she has to attend, you two have settled into some sort of a routine when it comes to getting ready. You consider it while you look for your lipliner: "Okay, yes." 

She starts with the rollers at the nape of your neck, twisting the ends like she's seen you do a million times. "I think you should wear your knee boots, s'cold outside," 

You see her eyes in the mirror and smile because she always knows these things. You apply some gloss to top off your lips as she finishes taking your rollers out. You clear some space on the bathroom counter to look for your earrings, and Kate is still staring. 

"What are you looking at, Martin?" You ask her as she leans her hip against the counter next to you. She's focused on your lips and how the center looks like that familiar sparkly pink you always use. 

"Mhm," she tilts her head, and her eyes start heavily drooping out of longing, "you, of course." 

You place your hands on her cheeks, slotting yourself against her and the bathroom counter, and watch her get a little more flushed the longer you hold eye contact with her. "And what are you looking at me for?"

"You're the prettiest thing, that's why," and when she says that, you feel defenseless. "Think I need to pinch myself, just looking at you," she grins, keeping one hand on your hip and the other steadied on the counter. 

You start to run your fingers along her hair, smoothing the blondest strands away from the perimeter of her face, and can't help but nervously laugh a little at the way she's making you feel like you're the only girl she's ever looked at like this. "Hey, you're nice," you stretch up a little to land a kiss on her, "and you're so money, baby. Look like a million bucks tonight." 

When you guys part, she has a little bit of your gloss. She taps your hip, "We're probably so late right now," you both laugh before grabbing your things and rushing out the door. 

#my writing #i need to figure out how to make a masterlist to organize my fics yall #kate martin x reader #kate martin #iowa wbb #rpf

[paigebueckersisinlovewithme]

hey my loves!! i know that i am a chronic yapper and spam way too much on my main blog, so i decided to make this one just for fics and serious hcs. i'll still post them on @iminlovewithpaigebueckers but everything will be reblogged and tagged here. i would also suggest that you start sending serious requests here because my other inbox gets flooded very quickly!! i also might do fic recs if yall want those

my masterlist

headcannon masterlist

tags that i'm going to use

#paigemywife for paige fic

#sweetkate for kate fics

#fic series: seven for seven

#fic series: ikiww for i know it won't work

others will be added once i write for them

#fic talk #paige bueckers #kate martin #azzi fudd #nika muhl #uconn wbb #paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers x oc #kate martin x reader #kate martin x oc #iowa wbb #sweetkate #paigemywife #fic series: seven #fic series: ikiww

[sunkissed-zegras]

GUYS SEND ME WCBB BLURB REQUESTS RN IM IN A MOOD

wcbb night maybe???

(so down bad for paige)

#ev likes to talk ✮ #wcbb x reader #wcbb #ncaa women’s basketball #women's college basketball #uconn #uconn wbb #uconn huskies #uconn women’s basketball #paige bueckers fic #paige bueckers fanfiction #paige bueckers smut #paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers #nika muhl x reader #nika muhl imagine #nika mühl #nika muhl #kk arnold #azzi fudd #kate martin x reader #kate martin

[fruchtfliege]

UNTIL IT CRASHES DOWN by fruchtfliege

synopsis: Derek wasn’t born a wolf. Surrounded by a supernatural family, it’s pretty hard to forget that he’s not special, not powerful like Laura, or wild like Cora. His mom can barely look him in the eyes. But when a series of mountain lion attacks shakes the town, strange things start happening to Derek. Things he can’t explain.

So if he must befriend Stiles (the guy who had a crush on Derek since forever) to figure it out, maybe it's all worth it. To hell with his reputation! Derek can't go on not sleeping, hearing strange noises, and what's this pattern he keeps drawing every day? With only an annoying sister, a nosy kid detective, and his three preppy friends to keep him sane, what could possibly go wrong?

So, yeah, maybe Derek isn’t a wolf, but… he’s something.

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski. Chris Argent/Peter Hale. Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore. Allison Argent/Scott McCall.

tags: Banshee Derek. Derek is the same age as the other teenagers. No Hale Fire. sterek. Peter has ADHD fight me. Slow Burn. Derek is a bit of a bitch but we love a character arc. Pining Stiles. A bit of Scott bashing. More petopher than I thought there would be. Abusive usage of italics. Stiles is team Star Trek. Alan Deaton local supernatural therapist and veterinarian. Hurt/Comfort. derek is a preppy kid. and if Derek has a tad of the tism im just keeping it in character but yall aint ready for that discussion

Chapter: 11/20

#sterek #teen wolf #teen wolf fic #sterek fic #petopher #petopher fic #derek hale #derek x stiles #stiles Stilinski #vernon boyd #isaac lahey #christopher argent #kate argent #laura hale #talia hale #victoria argent #allison argent #scott mccall #lydia martin #cora hale #peter hale #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #jackson whittemore #danny mahealani #my stuff

[rite-te-suli-kireysi-ite]

The Weight of an Enchanted Heart by 1jet2unknown and PalenDrome (nerdherderette)

Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom:

Teen Wolf (TV)

Relationship:

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Status:

One-shot

Words: 31.5k

Summary:

Marriage to the shape-shifting Alpha King of Lunansholt wasn't on Stiles' bingo card. His magic had other plans.

[excerpt]: Stiles entered Derek’s chambers, slamming the door behind him. “What did you do with my things?”

“These things?” Derek asked, waving his hand with an arched brow.

Stiles gaped when he saw his books lined neatly on Derek’s shelves. His trunk was in the corner, many of his clothes were visible in the partly open wardrobe, and the cloak he’d brought from home hung neatly on a hook.

“It would have been nice if you asked first.” A quick sweep around the room found only one bed. “Where am I supposed to sleep?” he asked, frowning.

“We are married now, Stiles,” Derek said after a moment. “We sleep together.”

Read on AO3 here

#teen wolf fanfiction #teenwolf #teen wolf #sterek #sterek fanfic #sterek fanfiction #sterek fic #stiles stilinksi #derek hale #scott mcall #lydia martin #sheriff stilinksi #alan deaton #peter hale #cora hale #isaac lahey #vernon boyd #kate argent #chris argent #allison argent #fantasy au #royalty au #arranged marriage #abo au #alpha derek hale #werewolf derek #full shift werewolves #omega stiles #virgin stiles #magical stiles stilinksi

[youngerdrgrey]

you’re it, you’re the ultimatum au // a wildmoore fanfic, chapter 7

summary: in short, thanks to a reality dating show, Kate gave Sophie an ultimatum, and Ryan gave Angelique one, and soon enough, Ryan and Sophie will spend three weeks in an ‘accelerated’ marriage for this dating show. But first, they have to choose each other. chapter 7 summary: Truth or Drink continues as the girls deal with the aftermath of Angelique's pestering. + read on ao3

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The doors barely close behind Sophie before Ryan’s on her feet. She doesn’t chase after Sophie this time. No, she steps straight across to tower over Angelique. They may have a lifetime worth of fights and arguments, but the rage and despair wafting off of Ryan is new to the rest of the group. They recoil, leaning back into their seats, eyes averting to their drinks before drawn back up to Ryan like a magnet.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Ryan snaps.

Angelique has the nerve to laugh. “It’s a show, Ry. We’ve all seen reality TV.”

“And we’ve all seen arrests too! You’re bragging about stuff that you don’t talk about in front of just anybody.”

Angelique stares up at Ryan. “I don’t give a fuck about anybody. I care about you.” Ryan scoffs, but Angelique keeps going. “I have always cared about you, and I always will. I’m tired of acting like I have to earn you all the time. That’s why we’re on the show, right? So I can ‘grow up’ and be who you want me to be.” She stands up herself. They’re damn near face to face as Ange nearly begs, “What about who I want you to be?”

“You want me to be messy.”

“I want you to be fun, Ry! We’ve been together since sixth grade. I have trusted you and loved you through every bit of our lives since then, but you’re acting like that’s not enough anymore.”

How could it possibly be enough? At twelve, all Ryan needed was someone to read her comic books with. Someone who didn’t laugh at her, or push her away. She has different needs now.

Ryan reminds her, “You can’t be the same person you were back then.”

“I’m not!”

“And I’m not either.”

Angelique sneers, “Yeah, it shows.” The air goes cold between them, but the heat comes off of Ange’s breath clear as day. “The Ryan I knew would’ve never brought us into this. And I don’t know if I can trust this Ryan not to destroy our lives over what other people think of us.”

“When have I ever cared what other people think?”

Angelique’s eyes drop to Ryan’s hand full of rings, particularly Mama Cora’s class ring. A mid-sized silver band with an engraving Ryan feels more than she sees. A comfort item that she doesn’t even break out often. But she wore it today. Ryan’s jaw tenses. Angelique sighs.

Angelique takes a step back. Her legs bump into the couch as she says, “You wanted us to come here. Do you like who it’s turning us into?”

The question alone makes Ryan’s head hurt. “We’ve barely started.”

“And what? You think it’ll get better? What did you think would happen? We’d just date other people and be fine?” Angelique sounds bitter. Condescending. Furious and shaken in a way that Ryan hasn’t heard since Angelique got clean. “Or-or maybe you thought we’d be so miserable that we’d know that we’re It. But I already know, Ry. You’re the one falling in love with another woman.”

Ryan interjects, “I barely know her.”

“But you want to. Right? You want to pick her and play house in her Crow’s nest—“

“I want to do what we came here to do. That’s what I want. You wanted to have fun lives. You wanted to not be boring. Well, here’s your wish.” Ryan turns to the rest of the group. “I’m sorry about this. About her.”

Angelique shakes her head. “Don’t apologize for me. I’m not sorry for telling everybody how fucking ridiculous this show is. But if you all want to stay here, be my guest.” She drops down onto the couch. “It’s not my turn anymore, right? Somebody go.”

The tense silence echoes. Ryan cuts her eyes to Luke. “Can I go to the bathroom?”

🦇

Production can’t legally go into the bathroom with Sophie. It’s the one comfort she has while she tries to pull herself together in the bathroom stall. As ragged breaths rip through her, as the larger bathroom door opens with a creak and thuds closed behind someone. Soft feet, flats, not heels. It could be her producer, or a P.A. But then a soft, familiar knock sounds on the stall door, and Sophie’s chest aches all over again.

Kate clears her throat on the other side of the stall. “Sophie, my love, can you talk to me before people get the wrong idea?”

And what exactly is the wrong idea? That Sophie’s upset? That Kate’s in the dog house just before they’re meant to spend three whole weeks living with other women? That this whole show — this whole fucking idea — is tearing them apart before they even fully separate? The only wrong thing about any of it is that Sophie’s actually surprised.

She should’ve known that Kate would tell someone about how Sophie’s mom rejected her. It’s the one thing that Kate knows broke Sophie more than anything else. She cried for months over that. She still aches. But Kate told a jealous girlfriend exactly how to hurt Sophie.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” Kate says. “But, you’ve got to stop acting like your mom’s shit behavior is some kind of reflection of you. It’s only embarrassing if you keep letting it affect you.”

Sophie scoffs. Wise words from someone who wouldn’t know embarrassment if it flew through the window in a latex suit. “You don’t get it.”

Kate steps closer to the door. Her Converse poke into Sophie’s little safety bubble. “Then help me get it.”

“How, Kate?” Sophie’s voice cracks as she asks. “You came out to a twin who already knew and a dad who was more concerned about whether you would follow in his footsteps than who you were taking to prom.” Sophie spits out the next words, “A dad, mind you, who encouraged me to choose my family all those years ago. I didn’t leave you for fun.”

“No, you left me for your family, and look how that turned out.” The words are barely out Kate’s mouth before she curses. “Shit, I-I didn’t mean it like that.”

But she’s right. She’s already lost her mom and now her pride is on the line too. Her future. Sophie unlocks the stall and pushes out past Kate. Kate at least has the good sense to step back to let Sophie out.

Sophie goes to the sink to wash her hands. Stares down at the soap and the water and not at the woman she thought she’d be with forever. “However you meant it,” Sophie starts while reaching for the paper towels, “maybe these three weeks apart are exactly what we need.”

🦇

Ryan fidgets in the corner of the lounge. She can still hear Angelique if she tries hard enough. If she turns her head, she can see where the other participants keep drinking and chatting on the other side of the glass doors. But if Ryan goes back in there, she’ll just pick back up the fight with Angelique. So testimonial it is.

Luke stands slightly to the right of the cameras pointed at her. “Just a few more, and then you can go to your room.”

“Do you think I’m making a mistake?” Ryan asks. Luke hesitates. “I’m serious. It’s week one, and I’m fighting with my girlfriend in front of everyone. Including the women I’m supposed to be flirting with. I don’t know what I thought this would be, but this… is not it.”

Luke nods. “Yeah, I, uh, I get that. You know, I actually got into M.I.T.” Ryan’s eyes bug out, and Luke laughs in a light, humble way. “Yeah, I am kind of a genius. But then, my dad died, and I….” Lost himself a bit. Ryan smiles sadly at that. Then Luke nods again because, if anyone’s going to get the way the loss of a parent can change things, it would be Ryan. “The last thing I wanted to do was think. I started helping my mom with my sister, Tiffany, and we would watch these God awful reality shows together. It helped to see the worst of people right up there with the best of them. And I figured, somebody’s gotta be looking out for those people. Somebody’s gotta be the guy in the chair who makes sure that they’re getting what they want out of this and aren’t being exploited by a system that doesn’t see them for who they are.”

“So you’re not exploiting me?”

He chuckles. “Not entirely. I want you to find love, Ryan. I want this experiment to work out, and I really think that you could have an amazing time over the next three weeks.”

She waits for the next part of his sentence. For how this ties to the question of her making a mistake. It could be amazing, “…But?”

“But that’ll only happen if you stop letting Angelique call the shots.”

Ryan sits up straight. “I did this. I gave her the ultimatum, okay?”

“And ever since, you’ve been making up for it. I know you asked if you were making a mistake. If you ruined everything, but what if… what if it needed to be ruined? What if going on a show like ‘The Ultimatum’ means it’s already broken in the first place?”

She tries to talk around the lump that settles in her throat. “Damn, what happened to believing in love?”

Luke makes sure to hold eye contact to tell her, “It’s not love that makes relationships work. It’s the people inside them. You’re clearly a great person, Ryan. Is Angelique?”

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Sophie’s admittedly worn the fuck out by the time she goes to get into her bed. She’s cried over Kate and this weird situation with Ryan and over her mom and the fact that the whole world will know everything. This was a mistake, but Sophie Moore doesn’t back down from mistakes. Sophie Moore pushes through. Sophie Moore prevails.

There’s a knock on her door. She gets up and opens it, and Julia’s there with two camera operators. “We’ve got something to film. It’ll take five minutes. Ten tops.” Sophie lets Julia and one camera in. The other stays back as Julia explains, “You’ll get back into bed. As you were. I’ll knock, you come open it. Alright?”

Easy enough. “It’s not Kate, is it?”

Julia shakes her head, then shuts the door as Sophie sits down on her bed. The camera operator sets up the shot they need. Something natural, candid-esque, before the knock on the door comes.

Sophie plays along with minimal eye-rolling. “Wonder what that is.” She crosses to the door in time to see a small envelope slipped under. She can’t help the thrill in her heart as she spots Crowphie written on it.

“Really, Ryan?” She holds it up to the camera and reads the note. Julia mouths, aloud. “‘Sorry about Angelique. As weird as these last few days have been, just know that she doesn’t speak for me. I get how not having the support of those closest to you can mess with you. Can we talk tomorrow?’” A little grin slips onto Sophie’s lips. Shit. Wow. “She, uh, wants to talk tomorrow.”

Julia verbally nudges. “And tomorrow is….”

Sophie corrects herself. “The day before the Choice. Ryan wants to talk to me before The Choice.”

“And what do you think she wants to talk about? Do you think she still wants to pick you?”

“I think that Ryan wants to talk about what we’re doing here, and whether we should choose each other, or choose somebody else. Our partners clearly see us as a threat, which is…” thrilling, confusing, overwhelming. Sophie shakes her head. “Something. But this can’t be about them. It’s about us. Each of us. Individually.”

“So….” Julia circles her hand behind the camera.

Sophie grins over at it, and she kind of feels shy almost. “So I’ll see her tomorrow.”

🦇

end of chapter 7!

see you soon for chapter 8!

#wildmoore #batwoman #ryan x sophie #ryan wilder #sophie moore #fic: the ultimatum au #mine #luke fox #angelique martin #kate kane

[ktaerssoi]

HOW HAVE I READ ALL OF YOUR WRITINGS AND NOT FOLLOWED YOU… ANYWAYS PLS DO AN ANGST WITH KATE MARTIN AND THE READER 🙏🏾

awww tysm for the compliment im blushing 🤭

stone cold

kate martin x fem!reader

(872)

summary: kate martin wants her girlfriend at her game.

you hadn’t been able to make it to kate’s game for a few reasons, the major one being that it was your close friends birthday and you were all going out to lunch. you had thought about canceling and just going to the game instead, but kate had assured you you should go.

so you did.

you had a great afternoon and bonded with not only your friend but others as well. that’s not to say you were watching the game, every now and then you would get a buzz on your phone letting you know Iowa was still in the lead.

you wanted to be there, you did, but you also weren’t upset that you skipped it. that was until you got the final game notification, Iowa had lost because of a random 3 point shot made by the other team with just seven seconds left.

not much later after that the party had dispersed and you were on your way home. you hadn’t heard from kate but you could guess she wasn’t exactly jumping with joy from the outcome of the game.

you had pulled into the apartment car park to see that kate’s car was yet to be in her designated spot. that’s odd, she doesn’t usually take more than 45 minutes to get home after a home game.

heading upstairs, you unlock the door, pushing it open with a sigh. you walk back to your’s and kate’s shared bedroom, getting changed out of your semi-formal clothes in some random pajamas.

you hear the door unlock as your sitting in the living room a little while later, “hey kate, i heard about the game, sorry-“ you’re cut off when you see kate hold up her hand, motioning for you to stop talking. “sorry,” you whisper as she sits down beside you, lifting your legs up and placing them now over her lap.

“sorry, just a stressful game.” the words are meant to be apologetic, but she says it with a hard stare forward, not even looking at you. her hand is resting on your ankle, and you feel her hand tighten and loosen a few times.

"so how was your little date." you look to see kate clenching her jaw, obviously annoyed. "it wasn't a date k, but it was okay i guess, i kept getting distracted by the notifications about the game." she nods, brushing some fly aways from her ponytail back down to her scalp. "if you were so distracted you should have just come to the game. it was sort of an important one."

you're stunned for a moment, not totally sure how to respond. "kate, you know i would have stayed if you asked me to? i thought you were okay with me going, you had told me you were." you sit up straighter on the couch, pulling your legs out of kate's lap to your chest.

she looks at you for what seems to be the first time since she got home, "yeah well i thought you would get the hint that i really did want you there, i had told you it was important to me so many times." her elbows are on her knees now as she "explains" to you.

"okay well then you obviously need better communication skills, because that message was not clear." kate groaned at your comment, annoyed that you weren't understanding. "the point was expressed perfectly clear, you just don't even pay attention to me anymore!" kate was standing in front of you now, no, towering over you now.

she usually looked kind and sweet and like a living teddy bear, but at the moment you just saw jealousy take over. "kate you and i both know that i pay plenty attention to you. the issue is when i, god forbid, give anyone else an ounce of my time." you cross your arms, looking up at her trying to get a sense of what she was thinking. you couldn't.

kate takes a deep breath, nodding. "yeah, you're right i know, it's just, you're like my good luck charm. i feel like i can't play well without you in the stands watching me. you're what keeps me going durning games, i just don't know what to think without thinking of you." kate's eyes are glossy as tears start to fall down her cheeks, prompting you to open your arms wide for kate to come lay with you.

"kate, babe, you know it's not me who makes you win? its your talent, and your passion, and your sportsmanship. i'm only here to cheer for you, and trust me, if i am not there in person i am most definitely cheering you on from somewhere. always." you kiss the top of her head as she buries herself deeper into your embrace, not wanting to let go for a moment.

she lets loud a quiet "mhmm" before quickly drifting off to sleep, finally being able to relax in your arms. even after a fight, you guys could never spend more than five minutes without one another. you quickly joined her in sleep, waking up the next morning in a tangle of limbs.

"morning babe," kate mumbles as she pulls you impossibly closer.

okay chat, can someone please explain to me why only my paige posts do good?? like don't get me wrong i love p, but where is my caitlin clark love story?? also wtf is happening with them? i keep seeing like sad edits but idk what happened 😭 anyway, thats it from me tonight. - kate

#caitlin clark #wcbb #paige bueckers #caitlin clark x reader #kate martin #paige bueckers fic #iowa hawkeyes #iowa wbb #kate martin x reader

[obsessive-evie]

strawberry wine

pairing: Kate Martin + fem!oc

word count: 1.1k

warnings: sickenly sweet fluff, first ‘i love you’, county music

Golden light shown through Kate’s windshield, the pink and orange rays making her glow. Her freckles are always darker in the summer, but she seemed to exude sunshine through every dark dot speckling her face. Her hair, let loose from its usual ponytail, was blowing all around her, forming a halo. I couldn’t help but admire every inch of her features. The curve of her nose I love so dearly, her eyes that reveal all, her hands barely holding the steering wheel because she was too busy holding mine over the center console and tapping her fingers to the music playing.

Kate’s soft country playlist plays through the open windows of her car, filling the evening air with smooth guitar and rich vocals. I savor the smell of her presence, the feeling of the low summer sun on my face, the touch of her golden skin against mine, her large calloused hands gripping my own. Her thumb swipes over my knuckles absentmindedly as the road begins to slope downward.

Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton begins to play, the recognizable chords of our song flooding the cab. She immediately smiles at me, turning her head away from the road for just long enough to melt my soul just a little.

She uses our hand as her microphone to sing along to the lyrics we’ve sung a million times. We danced to this song on our first date, searing it into our hearts as sacred.

Before the song gets to the second verse, she pulls the car over without an explanation. “What are we doing?” I ask. Kate doesn’t answer, she simply kisses my knuckles quickly before opening her door and hopping out, a large and true smile covering her face. She jogs around the front of the car to my side, and opens my door without another word.

I catch on that she wants me out, so I turn to leave the car, but before I can she reaches behind me and turns the volume all the way up, Chris Stapleton flooding the open air.

We’re pulled over on a quiet valley country road, no traffic whatsoever, just the sound of distant cows, and a large weeping willow not far ahead. Kate grabs both my hands oh so gently, pulls me out the car.

“I’ll ask again, what are we doing babe?” I say, looking around slightly confused.

“Cmere prettygirl,” she says softly, her skin aglow and eyes bright with mirth. I slide out the car and into her waiting arms. Said arms immediately wrap around me, pulling me close to the warm body of my girlfriend.

She moves my hands to circle her neck, her own coming down to gently cradle my waist and back. I get what she’s doing now, and my heart melts. We begin to sway to the music slowly, her big hands pulling me impossibly closer so our bodies are touching from chest to hip.

Our small steps slowly lead us away from the car, but her hums start up again, the noise reverberating through my rib cage, welding my soul to hers. Every cell, each layer of my skin, my mind my heart and all of me was intertwined with hers.

“You’re such a sap you know that?” I whisper, looking into her eyes like they’ll tell me everything (they usually do). She laughs a breathy laugh, just a puff of air through her nose and smiles wide. “Only for you,” Kate responds. Her hands rub warmth into my back, her head lilts down just slightly, and her eyes hold a kind of devotion I’ve seen more and more often recently. She kisses me with a kind of love seeping into me I’ve only ever felt with her.

The feel of her soft lips on mine, the reassurance of her hands on my back and in between my shoulder blades, the smell of her body wash and perfume, all signs of my girl that allow me to fully relax into the kiss. We keep swaying until she pulls away, keeping her face close to mine.

She’s smiling ear to ear, her nose brushing mine as she shakes her head. “What?” I ask, laughing and 100% smiling like an idiot too.

Her eyes take over my face, tucking an errant hair bar hind my ear before whispering, “You’re perfect is all.” We kiss again, softer this time, a quiet kind of devotion instead of the soul-searing kiss that filled me earlier.

“You are as sweet as strawberry wine,” the freckled girl in front of me says, “your perfection just sweetens the deal.”

We kissed and danced until Chris Stapleton faded to another older country tune, then another, and another. We stayed there in the middle of a valley road until the glowing sun had set and the bright freckles of the night sky began to show. We stayed there intertwined until a chill ran over my exposed shoulders and I found myself wanting to lean impossibly closer to the sun that was my girlfriend. We stayed there until the only way my nose would stay warm was if I tucked it into her neck, despite her small squeal of protest.

Eventually Kate too felt the chill of the late summer night, and made me get in the truck with the promise of the blanket she always kept in the back seat. We drove home listening to the same country bumpkin playlist, but with a new kind of warmth set deep in my heart that no amount of breeze could take away.

“I love you,” is all I say, turning my head to face the driving blonde. Kate smiles, and stops the car at the green light we’re at, the desolate backroads allowing her to do so. Her large hands immediately grab my cheeks and jaw, kissing me with every ounce of passion, of love, i’m sure she feels for me in the same way I feel for her. She pulls away, but stays within an inch of my lips, “I love you so fucking much,” she says, her eyes showing she means it.

We stay there, in our little bumpkin love bubble, until a horn sounds behind us, reminding us we are in fact stopped at a green light. She just laugh, and turns to drive, keeping her hand in mine.

Keeping her hand in mine, where it feels right, where it needs to be, where we’re always entwined, body and soul.

#kate is a country bumpkin because i say so #just a mini fluff fic to hold you over until whatever comes next #wcbb #kate martin #kate’s so gf #in my head this oc is like home with kate for the summer but that’s not rlly necessary #mini fic #fluff #country girl shake it for me girl 🕺 #the warnings are a joke btw i’m not that stupid

[girlokwhatever]

paige x short uconn wbb player gf hcs!!! but like their relationship isn’t public 🫣

(short as in like 5’3-5’5 hehe)

paige bueckers x short!wcbb player!gf hcs

୭ ✧ ˚. 🏀✧˚ · .༊*·˚𐦍༘⋆ paige with a short basketball player gf,,

— you caught her eye INSTANTLY during basketball workouts at uconn

— she was actually so impressed to find out you’re an 83% three-point shooter

— at first during practice she was so scared to even run near you because she didn’t want to hurt you or actually tumble over you

— made a bet with the rest of the team that she could jump over you..

- obviously it didn’t work

— in practice she’ll lift you up so you can dunk

— SOSOSO PROTECTIVE OVER YOU

- she second you get fouled she’s right by your side

- will defo play dirty with whoever fouled you

— you’re such a dynamic duo on the court

- that’s what the press says LOL

— will make jokes constantly about how short you are

- especially on live

- “guys she’s the shortest basketball player in history”

— the media doesn’t know you’re dating lowkey

— they always just say that “paige is really dedicated to the team and you can see that through their bond”

— loves assisting you

— resists every urge to kiss you after a win

- resists even harder to kiss your forehead after a loss

— had to teach you how to block good

- “you can still block even if you’re only three feet tall”

— always giving you little glances during post-game media

— you guys can communicate so well on the court (you always know what the other person is tryna do)

- will set the most amazing screens without you even motioning for them

— the media is lowkey suspicious because you play TOO WELL together

— has to wait awhile after the game so no onside can see you leave together

— when she was injured you dedicated every shot you made to her

— will literally ask you at 3am if you want to just practice shooting

- you always say yes

— if you get injured she’s by your side in a split second

— the whole team teases you for your height

- ESPECIALLY KK

— one time you broke some girls ankles and paige saw from the bench (screams cheering)

- “that should’ve been illegal it was so good”

— paige tells the rest of the team to go crazy when you cheer so she’s not the only one

— she wants to wear your jersey but it’s too fucking small

— going against SC is crazy

- “babe she’s more than a foot taller than you. you can’t guard her.”

— “short stuff”

— paige will hold her hand above your head and tell you to practice by jumping and hitting it

- literally bullies you

— paige loves to compare hand sizes

— everyone underestimates you bc of your height but you’re literally a fireball and your gf knows it

— you’ll always forever be each other’s biggest fan

— “how do you even grip the ball your hands are so small”

- “i have to hold with two..”

- makes dirty jokes about that

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kate martin fics??!!!!!

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[rimunagenius]

Good Game

ʚ pairing: Kate Martin x Cheerleader!reader

ʚ word count: 1.3k words

ʚ warnings: RPF!! , otherwise none.

ʚ request: anon ask; “are you down to make a kate martin x cheerleader reader?”

ʚ rimunagenius speaks: here’s another request! i love that you guys are sending requests, and i’m glad that i’m the one you’re choosing to ask to write them! thank you so much for liking what i write, truly unbelievable. Also, I’m making my way through my inbox so from now on, my fics will most likely be request, so feel free to drop some more, but also, please be patient as i continue to do so! enjoy!

"Good job, Martin!" You yelled at you waved your pom poms infront of you, engaging in your cheer, but looking to the side as the Iowa women's basketball team ran down the tunnel for half time.

You gave her the biggest smile, getting one in return. "Thank you!" She grabbed a cup of water and ran down the tunnel following her teammates.

Usually that's how all of your interactions went. A 'good job' or 'you're doing great' here and there. Kate was your favorite on the team. She was tall, pretty, kind, and really damn good at playing ball. What's there not to like about her? You always mentioned her to your cheer friends; they evolved to trying to start up conversations with Kate and bring you into it.

It helped that one of your bestfriends was on the basketball team, too. You and Kylie met on your first day at Iowa University. You two have been inseparable since then.

So every game, you'd get to just a little bit early, hitching a ride with Kylie, and she knew full well why you did it. There was the off chance that you'd talk to Kate. They normally had shoot around, and the cheer team would get there just a half hour later to start warm ups and make sure the music was working.

You valued your time before every home game. That's why Kylie made sure to make you bump into Kate on your way into the big game tonight.

"Hey, Kate!" Kylie shouted to the blonde ahead. She turned around, her long blonde hair twisting as she turned to look at you and Kylie.

"Hey! Oh, Hi!" Kate greeted her teammate, and then greeting you, with a side hug. She was much taller this close than from the sideline to baseline view. Your knees were weak.

"Hey! You excited for tonight?" You beamed, you were also excited for tonight. The big Iowa vs. UConn game for the final four spot.

"Yeah, super. Your cheering tonight?" Kate knew the answer, she just didn't know what to say because you made her nervous. You could tell by the way her cheeks reddened immediately after asking.

"Yeah, I am. That's why I came with Kylie." You turned to point to your friend, only to find she left. You look up ahead and see her walking with Sydney down the hall towards the lockerroom. "Oh, nice." You whispered as you turned back to Kate.

Your cheeks turning pink just by the sheer height difference. "Nice, you're gonna cheer for me right? Your favorite on the team obviously." She bumped your shoulder, making you laugh.

"I will cheer for you, but only out of obligation. Y'know, I didn't get a full ride for nothing." Your sarcasm eliciting a small giggle from the tall blonde.

"Haha, very funny." Kate looked ahead, catching Kylie peak her head out of the lockerroom doorway, immediately blushing harder.

"Kylie's actually my favorite, but i'll make an acception for the cute golden retriever." You smiled up at Kate, tossing a small strand of hair up playfully, her smile widening some more.

"Yay, the cute cheerleader loves me." She bumped your shoulder again, both of you walking into the lockerroom like big grinning idiots. Kylie definitely texts you after you walk out with your headphones she had in her bag, asking how it went.

You walked onto the court, a couple of your teammates here already, smiling at your phone while you told Kylie what happened. You then didn't fail to talk about it all the way until the girls started warms ups. You didn't want to get caught talking about a minor interaction between your literal crush.

"Wait, stop. I think Kate likes you, babe." Your teammate literally stopped you dead in your tracks. You didn't know if you heard that correctly. You hoped you did.

"No, stop it. No she doesn't." You looked over, and sure enough Kate had been looking at you. You both gave eachother a small smile before resuming to your respective duties.

"Girl, she's been looking over here every thirty seconds. Of course she likes you." You smiled softly, thanking the cheer gods that your uniform looked so good on you. Seriously, you were glad you were confident enough to strike up a conversation. She was so pretty you didn't think you'd be able to do it.

"Okay, stop telling me that or that's all i'll think about all night, and I don't want to forget our cheers. Especially the half time performance." You sighed as you walked off the court, to do stationary stretches, while the girls used the full court to do warm up drills.

Now it was your turn to stare. You watched her as she moved in sync with her team. Fully enamored by the way she moved, communicated, and played with her team.

During the game, was no different. You’d watch her play, literally just watched her. Something about her was just so intriguing. You couldn’t look away.

She’d look to you, smile and continue to play her game. She would try and hide the smile when she heard you scream ‘let’s go 20’ and hasn’t stopped thinking about it. She thought about it all the way through the second half, and completely into half time.

She wished she could watch the halftime performance, wanting to watch you do your thing, in that pretty uniform, the skirt that fit you perfectly. You two had seemed to be totally enamored with eachother it was driving you both nuts.

After the game, the team went into the tunnel, for the normal post game talk. You were nervous to sit in, Coach Bluder allowing you to sit and listen since Kylie was your ride and you were just minding your own business. The lockerroom was fairly big, you finding a spot infront of a locker, scrolling through tiktok with your headphones on. You hadn’t known the huddle was over until someone was approaching you.

Looking up, you met the perfect blue eyes yet again. You looked up and saw you were sitting at her locker. “Oh, I’m sorry, I’ll just—“ You started talking and got up when she had already reached for her towel on the top shelf. Your bodies were pressed against eachother, eyes looking into the others, your breath mixing together.

“Oh..uh. Sorry!” Kate said, sidestepping to let you pass. Both your cheeks were red and demeanor suddenly timid and bashful. The things you two did to eachother.

You neeed her number.

She needed your number.

You then stood by Kylie’s locker, waiting for her to finish up, her opting to shower at her home, and then before walking out, you turned around and walked up to Kate. You didn’t know if it was the confidence of Iowa winning the game, the adrenaline running super high. But either way, you were doing it.

It was now or never. You liked her, and wanted to talk to her longer than short conversations before and after games. Getting closer, you tapped her on her shoulder. Her eyes wide, a soft puppy look on her face, god your knees were weak. “Hey!” She smiled as she put her basketball shoes in her bag, sliding her feet into her slides.

“Hey! So, you can totally say no, but I wanted to know if I could get your number?” You smiled nervously at the blonde, her smile growing wider.

“Yeah, of course. Here.” She handed you her phone, letting you type in your number, sending a quick text so you could save her number in your phone. Feeling your phone vibrate, you thank her and handed her her phone back.

Her now standing infront of you, you decided to kiss her cheek. Her face immediately turning a light shade of red. She rubbed the back of her neck softly, before looking down at her feet and then back up to you.

“Good game tonight, Martin.” You turned heel, and walked out the door leaving her absolutely stunned. She could not wait to text you tonight.

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[kenzlovesyou]

you should do a kate martin x reader fic where they are teammates who’ve been dating for awhile and then accidentally go public!!

yes of course! thank you so much for your request :)

Victorious

pairing: kate martin x teammate!reader

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your eyes fluttered opened and you picked up your phone from your bedside table. it read 6:00 AM. you sighed. it was time to get up. you rolled over and were met with your teammate/roommate/girlfriend’s chest. she just laid they’re staring down at you, “good morning sleepy girl! i’ve been waiting for you to wake up,” she stroked your hair and gave you a kiss on the forehead. “big game today, sunshine. you ready?”

you groaned and buried your head into her chest. “nooooo.” kate got out of bed and dragged you with her. you were upset to leave the comfort and warmth of your bed, but you’d go anywhere she went. she grabbed your hand and led you into the bathroom. the two of you began to brush your teeth.

“you gonna shower?” kate asked, moving her eyebrows are you suggestively. you playfully pushed her shoulder as you wiped the excess toothpaste off your lips. “kate!” you exclaimed and laughed at her antics. she snaked her arms around your waist and gave you a playful grin, “whatttt? it’s for good luck!”

“oh stop. we can celebrate tonight when we win.”

kate’s face grew red and she quickly nodded in agreement. you gave her a wink.

there wasn’t much to do to prepare for your game. it was a home game so there was no need to pack your bags. you and kate had a slow morning, with her cooking you guys some breakfast. you were never a morning person until your mornings started to include kate. she was so gentle with you, and you loved the way she helped you wake up to softness and love every morning. she flipped a pancake on the stove and you walked up behind her, wrapping your arms around her and burying your face into her back.

“mm love you so much, kate kat.”

after breakfast, you did your makeup and lightly curled your hair; kate insisting on putting it into a ponytail herself. you, of course, let her. how could you say no to her? you helped kate put her hair into a ponytail then braided it for her.

in usual kate fashion, she couldn’t keep her hands off of you. physical touch was her love language and she just wanted to hold you. that was something she loved about you, you were always down to snuggle up to her. she lifted you up, sitting you on the bathroom counter and peppered your face with kisses. “why aren’t you more excited, y/n? it’s game day! you’re usually so hyped!”

you sighed and looked up at your girlfriend, a worried expression on your face. “kate, can i ask for your advice about something?” she nodded her head as if to say of course and you continued, “i’m just, well, nervous. i didn’t have a good practice yesterday and i’m just so scared to mess up. i don’t want it to be all my fault if we lose.” you looked up at kate waiting expectantly for her reply. she took your hands in hers and stared into your eyes.

“as your girlfriend, i will always be here to support you, win or lose. i’m so proud of you everyday and i see how much your hard work is paying off, pretty girl. as captain, i need you to know that it’s not ever your fault. this game is a team effort and it will take a team effort to win it. you just need to try your best like i know you will. that’s all anyone’s expecting of you, i promise you that.”

you smiled and wrapped your arms around kate’s neck. “you are seriously so sweet. oh my god, kate i could just kiss you. thank you so much for helping, you actually made me feel so much better.”

“don’t mention it, it’s my job baby! however i will take you up on that kiss offer if you don’t mind me.” she snuck several kisses from you before you had to leave for you game.

when you arrived to the gymnasium, coach had you all circle up and gave you a pep talk. after her words of encouragement, she left caitlin and kate to give their pep talks to you. kate held your hand as she spoke to the team, in a last minute’s effort to stay close to you before the fans and media started arriving and you two had to go back to being just teammates and close friends.

you admired kate’s words of affirmation, earlier in your shared bathroom and now on the court. she really was the glue keeping everyone all together. you stared at her face and counted the freckles on her face, “who knew glue could be so cute?” you thought to yourself.

“uh what was that, y/n?” kate smirked at you. oh. maybe you hadn’t just thought that to yourself.

the game started and things were going a bit rocky at first. you’d fumbled a pass, and missed a shot as well. you wanted nothing more than to just cry into kate’s shoulder. you looked over at her and saw she was looking right back at you. she gave you a smile as if to say, ‘you got this. i’m rooting for you!’. you smiled back and she winked at you. you rolled your eyes playfully. she was going to get the two of you caught if she kept acting like that.

with newfound confidence, you played harder than ever. in the third quarter, you even scored a three! each time you made a shot, you looked over at kate and saw her beaming with pride.

the score was 67-68. you guys were losing by one point. with only 10 seconds left you were worried out of your mind. suddenly, you see the ball being passed to you. you weren’t close enough to confidently shoot it, and you looked to see who was open. low and behold, you see kate’s sparkly eyes staring you. of course there was some bias there, but she was your obvious choice. ‘let’s win this babe’ you mouthed her to and passed the ball to her.

The Sports broadcasters announced the Iowa win and you ran to kate screaming. you both were so happy you actually pulled it off. you were so happy in fact that you forgot you two were just teammates. kate lifted you up and spun you around. “oh my god! we did it!! i love you so much pretty girl i knew we could do it!” and you and your whole team just stared at her, shocked.

it took a moment, but eventually it registered for kate what she had just done. she had just revealed your secret romance to the entire media. “you know what? fuck it” you whispered to partly yourself and partly to kate. “i want everyone to know your mine.”

you grab the neck of kate’s jersey and pulled her face down to yours, kissing her softly but deeply. kate was shocked but lent into the kiss. you smiled into it, imagining what crazy edits this moment would be made into. but you didn’t care. at the end of the day, you had kate. and you had a win. you never knew victory could taste so sweet.

ahh all done i hope you like ittttt! please keep sending requests :)

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[foreingersgod]

Can you write kate Martin x reader that she’s completely whipped by but they get into an argument and Kate says something she didn’t mean?

Wedding Planning . KM

pairing: kate martin x reader

synopsis: kate says something she doesn’t mean and it puts your relationship at risk.

A/N: guys i think this is my favorite kate fic so far

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it had felt like you’ve known kate for a lifetime, having been together for 5 years. so naturally, when she proposed to you on your anniversary, you could hardly contain your excitement. there were tears, kissing and laughing (and the best engagement sex ever). it was the absolute best night of your life.

since you were a little girl you had dreamed of your wedding. you were obsessed with wedding dresses and falling in love, constantly imaging what your life was going to look like. when you’d play outside you’d make wedding bouquets out of wild flowers, or when you would draw portraits they’d always depict you walking down the isle. now that you were grown and engaged to the love of your life, you couldn’t wait to get started on planning the wedding.

kate, although she was equally ecstatic to get married, wasn’t as keen on wedding planning. she was more laid back with decisions and didn’t have any particular opinions on how she wanted it to look. ‘just as long as you’re happy, babe’ she would say. you didn’t mind all that much, in fact it made your life easier. you had full reign to make your wedding exactly how you had pictured it.

on the downside, it felt like you were doing this all alone when you really wished it was something you two could do together. you just wanted to sit down, after kate came home from practice and you from work, and look through different flowers and centerpieces. you wanted to do cake testings and pick out color schemes. but kate’s answer was always the same when you asked: ‘whatever you like, i like’.

you knew that possibly couldn’t be true. kate was an open book and you knew literally everything about her. there had to be at least one cake flavor she despised or one flower she didn’t like, there’s no way she was fine with anything. sometimes you felt irritated that there weren’t any disagreements about the wedding, she accepted any ideas you threw her way and it really bothered you. planning a wedding, throwing a party in honor of your love for one another, should be about what both of you want.

it had already been months since your engagement and the wedding was rolling around quicker than expected. within days, you became stressed and overwhelmed. there were still so many decisions to make, so many people to call, so many things that still needed to be made perfect. these past few weeks have been incredibly hectic, and to no surprise, you felt isolated and alone. perhaps it was just typical bridal anxiety, or maybe it was the fact that your fiancé wanted nothing to do with helping prepare for your big day.

one late night, around 12 am, you sat on the floor of your shared living room. you had came home late from a night shift at work, waiting up for kate to come home from a night out with the team. with the wedding being so close you decided to spend the extra time tying loose ends and checking things off your to do list. you always waited for kate when she was out late, it was near impossible to sleep without her, so you didn’t mind.

there were folders and binders spread on the coffee table in front of you. little scraps of color samples and inspiration pictures took up every square inch, various phone numbers and addresses also scattered every which way. to any outsider, it’d seem like chaos, but you enjoyed the sweet moments of wedding planning.

not long after you organized the floral section of your wedding binder, you heard the lock of the front door click open. it was followed by the creak of the hinges and heavy footsteps. you looked over from your spot on the ground, seeing kate drop her bag at the door and kick her shoes off. she was tired, you could tell, but still buzzing from hanging out with her teammates.

“hey, baby! you’re home!” you smiled as she approached you. she leant down to press a chaste kiss to your lips before setting down on the couch that you sat against.

“hey,” she was slightly out of breath. she was leaning over your shoulder now, eyeing the mess on the table “wedding stuff? this late?”

“yeah, i wanted to keep myself busy while i waited for you”

“gotcha” with a monotone response, she was already dismissing you and pulling out her phone. she didn’t ask about what you were arranging or what folder you were working on, but instead she was checking instagram?

it made your blood boil slightly, the way that she was completely clueless to anything wedding related.

“want to help me?” you asked, looking back at her “if you’re gonna be up for a little longer, i’d like the help”

“you know me, babe. i’m really not good with that, you’ve got the eye for all of it” she didn’t even bother to make eye contact with you.

“really?” you choked back a scoff, torn between wanting to be mad and confront her or letting the matter roll over.

“what do you mean ‘really’?” now she was paying attention, typical.

“don’t worry about it, let’s just go to to bed” you pushed yourself off the floor, putting on your slippers and heading for the stairs. before you could move, however, kate had grabbed your wrist gently to keep you in place.

“well i am worried,” her face contorted to any angry frown “why are you mad all of the sudden?”

“because kate, you’re pissing me off”

“what the hell did i do?”

you wanted to scream, the emotion starting to build up inside of you. for months you had been annoyed with how she left all the wedding stuff for you to do. how she didn’t even want to be involved in this made you feel like you weren’t doing this wedding to proclaim your love, that you were really just doing it for yourself.

it wasn’t your intention to pick this fight tonight, but oh god did you just want to get it all off your chest.

“i’m pissed because you don’t even want to help with this wedding, kate! you can’t even sit down with me for 5 minutes and help me organize a fucking folder”

“that’s not true i-”

“no it is!” you didn’t even want to hear the bullshit that was bout to spew from her mouth. she remained on the couch, jaw clenched in anger as you cut her off “every time i ask you to do something, you blow me off and leave me to do it by myself! you have no interest in doing any of it with me”

“babe, i’m just not good at that stuff. i thought you wanted to plan this?” she was chewing at the inside of her cheeks now, you could tell she was trying to avoid this conversation.

“with you! i want to plan this with you! but for some reason you want no part in it! i have asked time and time again for a little help in hopes that you’d become interested in it. because in all honesty, kate, i don’t even care about the wedding being perfect. i just want to do it with you! i want you to care and to go to run wedding errands with me, i want you to want to do it with me, but you don’t even give a shit!”

her face started to turn red with annoyance, eyes pressed shut. her large hands covered her face as the ran down her cheeks. she was practically huffing as she sat there listening to you completely hound her for her disinterest.

“you haven’t even asked me about what flowers i decided to go with or shown any fucking interest in my god damn dress. my dress, kate, the part that i’m most excited for. you don’t even care about that and it hurts. and you dont ev-”

“jesus, i don’t care about the fucking wedding, YN!”

she could have just punched you right in the face, it probably would have hurt less than hearing her say that. your heart dropped, noticing how she was seething in rage. jaw still clenched, hands tugging at the roots of her hair, trying to calm herself down.

your eyes welled with tears, body frozen as you tried to process what just happened. she she really not care at all? it didn’t take long for the tears to start spilling, running down your cheeks in heavy cascades. a sob struck your body, you tired to bite your lip to hold it back but it was no use.

“great,” you muttered. she finally looked up at, body softening when she realized what she said “glad i know how you feel”

“baby…” she stood up abruptly, trying to come over to you.

“save it, it’s clear that you don’t care about the wedding” more sobs took over you, it killed kate to see you like this. she was kicking herself internally for even thinking that. why did she say that?

“if it’s really that big of a deal” you stepped back when kate tried to reach for you hand to apologize “then let’s just call the whole thing off”

“YN, no” she begged, tears of her own building up “baby come on, i didn’t mean it, don’t say that”

“why not? i mean you don’t have any interest in it. like at all, not even enough to spend time with me to do it. so let’s just call it”

“i don’t want to call it off” her lips contorted to a frown “i wouldn’t have proposed if i didn’t want to marry you and spend the rest of my life with you. honey please, i don’t want to call it off”

“you’re not acting like it” is all you could say, you were truly speechless at this point. “why scream at me that you ‘don’t care about the wedding’ when i’m trying to express my feelings to you if you don’t want to call it off”

“because i’m a fucking idiot” her voice wobbled as she began to cry. the pattern of her tears mimicking yours “i don’t know why i said that, it’s not true even in the slightest. i’ve just been so stressed with everything recently and stuff with the wedding has just been so overwhelming, but at the end of the day i just want to marry you, baby. that’s no excuse, i’ll admit that i haven’t been a very good fiancé”

“no you haven’t” you crossed your arms, wiping away some of your tears “i know things are stressful…and i get that, but you don’t even seem interested. like you don’t want to do this with me”

“i do,” another wave of sadness washes over her “i think i’m just scared. things are happening so quick and change makes me nervous…our life is so perfect and i’m worried that i’m gonna fuck it up somehow. whether it’s planning the wedding or being a shitty wife, i feel like im going to fail”

“kate…” you swallowed deeply. it sent another pang to your heart knowing that this is how she felt all along “is that really how you feel? like you’re going to fail?”

she nodded, sniffling as she looked down at her feet in embarrassment. you ran over to her in an instant to pull her into your arms. she collapsed into your body, arms wrapping around your waist, chin sitting atop your shoulder as she cried to you. your hands rubbed her back smoothly, letting her get all of it out.

“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry that i’ve been so shitty” you could feel your shirt dampen with teardrops “you don’t deserve any of this. i can’t believe i said i don’t care, i never meant it, i swear”

“hey hey hey,” your hand now finding the back of her head, running your fingers through her hair “it’s going to be ok, i get it, we can work past that. but the last thing i want is for you to feel like you’re going to be a shitty wife. baby, i don’t think you could be a bad wife even if you tried”

“you’re just saying that”

“i’m not! i mean it! you’re the love of my life and i think you’re perfect inside and out. i wouldn’t have said yes if i didn’t accept every part of you. we’ll have ups and downs like everyone does, but that doesn’t mean i don’t still love you and it certainly doesn’t make you a shitty wife”

she released you from the hug when you took ahold of her shoulders. you ran your palms up and down her biceps before moving to her face, fingers grazing her cheekbones.

“it’s going to be ok, alright?” you cracked a smile, pressing a kiss to her forehead as you got up on your tip toes.

“i’m sorry, i love you so much” she pulled you in for a real kiss, this time, lips coming into contact with yours.

“i love you too”

after that night, kate made it her mission to change. she started helping out more, like you had asked, but she was also doing things on her own. kate picked out her suit, called the wedding photographer, and a handful of other things on your list. it was clear to you now that she just needed reassurance. it was going to take sometime to recover from what she had said to you, but you knew none of it was true and it was something you could work past.

you just wanted to marry your girl.

and marry her, you did.

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[youngerdrgrey]

you’re it, you’re the ultimatum au // a wildmoore fanfic, chapter 6

summary: in short, thanks to a reality dating show, Kate gave Sophie an ultimatum, and Ryan gave Angelique one, and soon enough, Ryan and Sophie will spend three weeks in an ‘accelerated’ marriage for this dating show. But first, they have to choose each other. chapter 6 summary: Now that Angelique and Kate have joined forces, Dating Week continues with a group date that takes a turn for the worst. + read on ao3

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Kate claps her hands together to draw everyone’s attention. It’s day three of Dating Week, and the cast all turns to face her. This outdoor lounge is cozier than the last one they were in. The large circular couches are like two crescent moons to fit them all. Maybe it’s meant to feel like they’re all coming together, but it comes off more as a challenge. A showdown in the making. While everyone mostly milled around their afternoon hangout, Kate split a glance with Angelique.

“Who’s ready to play Truth or Drink?”

A mix of groans and cheers follow Kate’s question. Sophie takes a larger swig from her colored wine glass. The producers wave off camera, motioning for everyone to head to the couches.

Kate takes a seat close to the edge of the left moon. Angelique settles into the middle of the right. Sophie sits on the far edge of the right, nearly as far away from Kate as possible. Ryan hesitates before sitting a bit off center on the left. Not too close to Sophie, but not right across from Angelique either. Meanwhile, Renee settles next to Sophie without a care in the world.

Renee raises her glass. “I’ll start. Ryan —“ Renee waits long enough for everyone to focus in on Ryan, “— where’d you go yesterday?”

Ryan shrugs in a show for the cameras. “You know, all of this is really new to a girl like me. So I took some time. Got a drink. Got some perspective.”

“Meaning you tried to leave, and they stopped you?” Renee asks.

Ryan scrunches her nose towards Renee. “Can’t answer that. You only get one question at a time. My turn now, and I pick… Imani.” And Imani lights up from her spot across from Kate. “Tell me, how important is family to you?”

Imani pushes her glasses up her nose before answering. “It’s more important than anything. I volunteer to make sure my family has a great future. I hope to adopt quite a few kids one day.” Imani’s partner smiles sadly. So Imani turns her attention down the line. “I pick… Sophie. Sorry we haven’t talked much yet. How, uh, how do you feel about PDA?”

Kate snorts. Sophie grips her own glass a little tighter.

Angelique sing-songs, “It’s not a hard question. We’re all adults here. Come on, Soph.”

Sophie barely stops a glare.

Kate says, “Sophie hates nicknames.”

Sophie snaps, “Sophie can answer for herself.” Kate sips at her drink. Sophie tries to sound a little less tense as she answers Imani. “I don’t see the point in showing off in front of other people.”

Imani nods, but her wide eyes and tight smile carry her judgment. It’s not like Sophie doesn’t express her emotions, or her affection. But those things are private. They were private with Tyler too. Of course, she didn’t exactly feel all that motivated to do things with Tyler. A quick kiss here and there calmed him. A peck to reaffirm that what they had wasn’t going anywhere. It’d been a convincing ruse. But that’s all it was. A public show over a private problem.

Sophie explains, “Just because you’re in a relationship doesn’t mean everyone else has to be.”

“Right.”

Ryan offers support, tossing in, “Some people do take it too far.”

“Exactly!” Sophie breathes a quick sigh of relief into her drink.

Kate, however, chuckles to herself. “And some don’t take it anywhere. I mean, you couldn’t even hold my hands for years. Then again,” her eyes cut to Ryan, “you’ve been sneaking off and cozying in corners since we got here.”

Sophie sits up at the thinly veiled accusation. “I’ve been talking since we got here. We’re all talking. You talked to Renee earlier.”

Kate corrects, “I drank with Renee earlier.”

Renee’s girlfriend, Pam, jumps in to say, “Renee likes drinking a little too much.”

So Renee tacks on, “Pam likes eco-terrorism a little too much.”

Kate ignores them both to lean in further to the circle. “I just think it’s funny that it took so long for Sophie to come out, but she looks so comfortable now.” She raises her nearly empty glass. “A toast to growth and second marriages.”

Sophie tenses. “You’ve probably had enough, Kate.”

Angelique smiles though. “Wait, who was married already?” She scans the group good-naturedly, but her eyes land right back on Sophie in no time. They have the nerve to dance.

Sophie should’ve seen this coming. Should’ve known that as the week progressed and she showed a hint of getting closer to someone, well, that’s when Kate would want to make sure that everyone knew everything. Kate Kane didn’t traffic in secrets. Not that Sophie would’ve been able to keep this one for that long anyway.

Fine. Sophie clears her throat. “I was married. To a man for three years.”

The silence could’ve been intense, but Ryan cuts through it. Her voice confused more than anything else. “I thought you were a lesbian?”

“I am,” Sophie says, “I just…” wanted to make her mother proud. Wanted things to be simple. “Things were easy with him.”

Kate inches further down on her couch. “And they’re hard with me?”

Sophie shakes her head.

Ryan turns her eyes to Kate. “I think it’s Sophie’s turn to ask a question.”

“Then she should ask one,” Kate returns to Ryan.

Sophie glances to Renee, who looks so freaking delighted that Sophie can’t possibly ask her anything. She’ll give it right back to Kate. But Sophie looks at some of the other women and can’t even remember their names. The last few days have been all Ryan and Renee and Kate and —

“Angelique,” Sophie starts, “what’s the best date you’ve ever been on?” That should defuse some of the tension.

“Why? Wanna copy it?” Angelique asks. It’s combative and childish, and she shifts her head towards Ryan before Ryan can even finish narrowing her eyes. “Ryan’s got a van, and we drove it out as close as we could get to a waterfall. Watched the sunrise against the waves and knew we could see the world together.”

“Awww.” A few of the other women coo. Ryan smiles at Angelique, but her girl doesn’t even look her way.

Angelique asks Sophie, “What’s your damage?”

“Ange—“ Ryan tries.

But Angelique talks over her. “You don’t like attention, but you go on a reality show. You say she’s the love of your life, but you won’t marry her.”

“You won’t marry, Ryan,” Sophie says back.

“I hate marriage, but you’ve clearly had no problem getting hitched in the past, so again, I ask, what is your problem?” Angelique enunciates every bit of that last question. Ryan kicks at Angelique’s foot with her own. Angelique finally glances at Ryan then. “Sorry, Ry, did I hurt your girlfriend’s feelings?”

Ryan doesn’t take on the challenge. Just says, “I don’t think you should be airing people’s secrets on camera. You’ve got plenty.”

“I don’t need secrets,” Ange says. “If people want to know what I’ve done, they can know. I used to do drugs, and I don’t anymore. I’m sober now. I got clean after the Crows tried to ruin my life. And I’ll be damned if I just sit here and smile while a Crow tries to do it again.”

Sophie starts, “How am I—“

“You’re into Ryan, aren’t you?” Angelique asks. Sophie’s words stop in her throat. “I see the way you look at her.” Angelique turns on Ryan then. “And you know — you know — what they put us through, and you’re still thinking about picking her. Don’t try and lie now. It’s Truth or Drink. Are you gonna pick her for The Choice?”

“You’ve asked too many questions.”

“And no one is answering them!” Angelique pushes herself forward on the couch. She’s barely even seated anymore. “Truth or drink.”

Ryan stares at Angelique and, without breaking eye contact, she drinks.

And Sophie can’t help it. She can’t. So she says, “At least Ryan has a choice for this week. Who have you connected with? Or have you been too busy trying to keep up your little lifestyle?”

Angelique spits out, “‘Little lifestyle,’ wow. Now why does that sound familiar?” And the way she asks sounds too knowing. Too sure.

Sophie’s eyes cut to Kate’s, and there’s a flash of guilt in those eyes that Sophie knows so well.

Kate’s quick to say then, “Maybe we should play a different game.”

But Sophie shakes her head. “No, finish your thought, Angelique. I want to hear it.”

Angelique stands up. “Kate told me all about how your coming out went. How your mom turned her back on you, and you’re too terrified of doing anything without Mommy’s approval. So ask yourself how your mom’s going to take all this. You ditching your girlfriend for the first other girl to bat her eyes at you.”

Ryan snaps, full bass in her voice, “Angelique.”

Angelique stops. “I’m done.”

Sophie stands with her flaring nostrils and red-rimmed eyes. “So am I.” She leaves the table, and Kate knocks back the rest of her glass before getting up to follow her.

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end of chapter 6!

read on for chapter 7!

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