Alessia Russo X Arsenal Reader? They Share A Hotel Room For An Away Game And End Up Having Sex, And Forget

Sue Bird Headcannons

I definitely see her as a playful partner. Always joking or laughing.

When she goes to away games, she always brings back some sort of gift that reminded her of you.

Buys and orders you coffee or tea, what ever you prefer, every morning.

She doesn't always get to hang out with you in the mornings due to practices and games, but she makes up for it with small gestures such as that or making you breakfast before leaving.

Being an athlete, she has to have a healthy diet, and I think she ends up making dinners often, which are always healthy, so you have grown to enjoy her healthy options.

But every now and then she orders take out for the two of you.

Brags and talks about you to anyone who will listen.

Always bringing you up in conversation that sometimes don't even involve you in any way.

Posts you frequently. Always on her story or in her photo dumps on Instagram.

She isn't the type to enjoy a private relationship. Wanting the world to know about your love and not wanting to always fear being seen with you.

Your biggest cheerleader and vise versa.

She supports your big accomplishments and influences you to follow your goals and dreams. You do the same (Ofc why wouldn't you?)

Over all a very good partner to have and keep.

Erm guys so no alessia fic today sorry

Pissed blondes and pedicures - Paige Bueckers

Paige Bueckers x reader

Summary: When Paige pushes you out of the bed, you make her pay.

Warning: Nothing! Slight cursing

Authors Note: Two fics in one day?!

You lay in your bed with a sleeping blonde next to you. Its early and she was hella drunk last night, trying to get into your pants but ended up falling asleep.

Rolling over to see her, expecting to see her sleeping next to you, your met with big blue eyes staring at you, scarring the shit out of you.

"God damn Paige! What the fuck are you doing!?" You scream and jump, causing her to laugh and shush you.

"You forget our teammates live in the same place babe." She laughs and you slap her shoulder.

"Not funny at all. I am NOT laughing." You groan and push her off of you, causing her to whine.

"Don't push me." She groans and tries to scoot closer, push you scoot away. She has a idea in her head that she knows you won't like, a smile creeps onto her face and you know it all too well.

"Paige..." You warn, but she doesn't give two shits.

She jumps on top of you and starts tickling you, poking your sides and tickling your armpits.

You scream and squirm under hear, slapping her hands and trying to move away, but failing.

"PAIGE!!" You squeal and she pushes you out from under her and onto the floor, hitting your head on the way down.

"Oh shit!" Paige says and covers her mouth, the room goes quiet.

"Paige fucking Bueckers." You say with a stern tone.

She doesn't move nor says anything, pissing you off more.

"You just gonna watch me down here or are you gonna help me?" You ask pissed. She quickly moves and gets down on her knees next to you.

"Im sorry baby, I didn't mean to do that." She pulls you into her arms and massages the spot.

Your pissed off attitude simmers slightly. You hug her back and huff.

"Is there something I can do to help you feel better?" She asks and kisses your head, a idea pops into your head this time and you know she won't like it.

-

You press record as you laugh at the annoyed blonde sitting next to you in the massage chair, her feet in a bowl of hot water as a woman oils them.

"Having a good time?" You snicker at the blonde as she pretends to scratch her head, but flipping you off secretly.

You gasp and swat at her hand, she smiles and turns to look at the camera.

"That wasn't nice P." You tell her, throwing her a playful smile.

"This isn't nice." She says but quickly slaps her hand over her mouth and looks down to the woman oiling her feet.

The woman looks up at her and stares at her.

"Ma'am, this is great service I promise. I was kidding."

You laugh out loud while recording the whole scene. She side eyes you and apologizes again.

When you both go to check out, she goes to pay but realizes that hers was $20 dollars more. Confused she asks why yours was cheaper and the man points to a sign.

'$20 more for rude clients!'

and you laugh again.

Can y'all send in requests for woso! Anyone!!! It could be smut, fluff, angst, or all together!

Girl you ate

Weird ass bitch writing fanfic get a life

weird ass bitch being bothered by what i do with my life can’t even say it to my face and go off anon… oh u want me so badddd

Working on this right now!

hellooooo, i wanted to request a fic with leah where reader have POTS and the it's having a seizure, yk, feeling dizzy, fainting, but do it creatively like you know, i would love it cause i have this condition and never see anyone write about it, and i love your acc thats why i ask you x🫶🏼

Oh course! I will work on this after the Paige fic is out!

can you write a cc fic/blurb where she’s with connor but realizes she’s catching feelings for you(iowa wbb player!) and isn’t sure what to do, so she goes to kate, calls monika even, and then shows up at your door talking about how she wants to be with you and has broken up with connor despite what people might say?

Maybe it is you - Caitlin Clark .1

Caitlin Clark x teammate reader

Warnings： C*nnor (a warning himself) | angst to tension | toxic relationships | this might trigger some people so please be aware!! | foul language | mentions of blood | cheating? | WLW allusions |

Summary: After a heated argument with Connor. Caitlin drives to your apartment in tears and you comfort her, one thing leads to another, the tension between the two of you gets brought up.

Caitlin Pov:

Being with Connor in the beginning was great. He was sweet, kind, thoughtful. Until he wasn’t. He started spending more time on his phone. Away from me, pretending like I don’t exist really. So I started hanging out with others. Especially number 8 on the Iowa Women’s Basketball team. She was the sweetest girl I think I have met. Her beautiful hair was always perfect. Even if she thought otherwise. Now that I think about it. She’s just perfect. She’s thoughtful, kind, really funny, and very, very pretty.

“What the fuck is your problem Caitlin.” Connor yelled in her face when she caught him smiling at his phone for the 5th time at the dinner table. “What the fuck is up with you lately.” I say, throwing my spoon down on the table and leaning back in my chair. “Here you fucking go again. On this weird shit thinking I’m cheating.” He says as he runs his hands down his face. “Well I don’t know what you want me to expect when you act like this. How do I know if you aren’t?” “Maybe I fucking am Caitlin. Which I’m not. But if I was, you couldn’t do anything anyways. What would your fans think? Huh?” I feel tears brim my eyes as he finishes his sentence. “Just answer me. Are you cheating on me?” I ask, my voice shaking as I try to speak. “SHUT THE FUCK UP CAITLIN. YOUR SO FUCKING INSANE AND POSSESSIVE.” He says as he stands up and grabs my jaw. “You’re fucking sick.” He spits as he walks away. Leaving me to hold my tears back at the dimly lit dinner table. I taste blood in my mouth from trying to hold my tears back.

I get up quickly and grab my phone, and rush out the door into the pouring rain. I don’t hear him ask where I’m going. He wouldn’t care. I feel a shortness of breath and dizzy as a drive in the rain to her house. I pick my phone up with a shaky hand and call dial her number.

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Reader Pov:

“Hey Caitlin. I was just..” I say before noticing her shaky breath. “Caitlin? Caitlin what’s wrong?” I ask frantically, so many thoughts run in my head before she answers. “Hey um.. c-can I just come to yours and talk.” I hear her sniffle and try to catch her breath. She has called me before after a fight with Connor, so I assume this is the reason. “Babe I need you to breathe. Okay?” I call her babe when I’m serious. Or trying to calm her down. I started doing so after her games when they weren’t good. She just calmed down when I did. I never thought much of it.

I hear her take deep breathes on my command and she tells me she’s here. I run outside in the pouring rain. In her hoodie and a pair of Nike shorts. She gets out of her car and I run to pull her in my arms. I shush her to stop her crying and quick walk her inside my apartment. We don’t speak. We understand each other. It’s always been that way. Just one look between us and we understand what the other is thinking.

“Come, I’ll start a shower for you and make you food.” I say as she finally calms down and sits on the wooden stool in my dining room. We’re both soaking wet and cold. I rush to the bathroom and get the water to a warm temperature before I walk back into the kitchen to throw something in the microwave. I look back and see her sitting there at the island that’s off my kitchen counter. “I missed you” she says, not even looking up. “I missed you too. I always do.” I give her a soft smile before walking around to her. She’s sitting at the perfect height so I can wrap my arms around her wet head. As I cradle her head in my arms. She wraps her arms around my waist.

I feel like we’ve been here for hours before I pull away. “Let’s get you in the shower” I say with a soft voice and walk her to the bathroom. Her face is still sunk in and looks almost empty of color. I take her ‘Iowa Basketball’ sweat shirt off and throw it into the basket. “Let me know when your finished.” I say on my way to turn around when she grabs my wrist. I look at her, thinking something is wrong. “Can you join me?” She speaks softly, almost a whisper, looking into my eyes for an answer. “Yeah, yeah of course.” I say taking my clothes off too. There is this look in her eyes, I just can’t pin point what it is. She gets in first and I get in behind her. The hot water running on her chest as she looks down.

I come up behind her and snake my arms around her waist as I lay my head on her back. I try to comfort her by pressing soft kisses onto her muscular back. Doing so, she turns her head to the side to look at me over her shoulder. “I never liked him much.” Her face doesn’t change as I say that. “I think you deserve better. Someone who would care for you, love you.” I say as she turns around to look at me. She still says nothing as I wrap me arms around her neck. Hers going to my waist to pull me closer into her. Our faces get closer and she speaks. “Would you?”

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hellooooo, i wanted to request a fic with leah where reader have POTS and the it's having a seizure, yk, feeling dizzy, fainting, but do it creatively like you know, i would love it cause i have this condition and never see anyone write about it, and i love your acc thats why i ask you x🫶🏼

Oh course! I will work on this after the Paige fic is out!

people overreacting big time on here all the time i swear 🤠

I didn’t say it they did but

Maybe a new fic out this week most likely Alexia idk😔

Literally anything for jazzy. No one writes for her😞😢

I hate to say this but please be more specific😭

I promise I will 😂😂