Launch Gone Wrong - KK Arnold x Female Reader fluff 💙
“You posted WHAT?”
KK stared at her phone in horror while sitting in the locker room at University of Connecticut.
Paige was already wheezing beside her.
“OH MY GOD,” Paige laughed, practically falling off the bench. “You hard launched!”
“I DID NOT HARD LAUNCH,” KK argued immediately.
“You literally posted a picture kissing her cheek.”
KK’s eyes widened further. “WAIT WHAT?”
The entire locker room erupted.
Azzi nearly dropped her water bottle laughing while Ice Brady leaned over KK’s shoulder trying to look at the post.
“Girl, that is NOT subtle,” Azzi said through laughter.
KK grabbed her phone so fast she almost fumbled it.
And there it was.
Third slide.
A mirror selfie of you sitting on the bathroom counter while KK stood between your knees, your arms around her neck, her face turned into your cheek kissing you softly while you smiled at the camera.
She had meant to post the first picture only.
Not the entire carousel.
Not the relationship reveal.
Not the accidental confirmation that yes, KK Arnold had a girlfriend.
“…Oh my God.”
Paige snorted loudly. “The comments are already going crazy.”
KK buried her face in her hands.
You and KK had been together almost a year, but both of you kept things relatively private. Not secret—her teammates knew you, her coaches knew you, and everyone at UConn basically knew already—but online?
That was different.
Especially with women’s basketball growing as quickly as it was.
Especially with fans paying attention to everything.
And now apparently the entire internet knew she was hopelessly in love with you.
Her phone buzzed violently every two seconds.
Instagram notifications.
Twitter mentions.
TikToks already being made.
“Oh, you’re cooked,” Paige said gleefully.
KK groaned dramatically. “She’s literally gonna kill me.”
But before she could panic any further, her screen lit up with your contact photo.
❤️ my girl ❤️
KK answered instantly.
“Baby, I swear—”
Your laugh immediately cut her off.
And just like that, the panic eased from her chest.
“You hard launched us,” you teased.
“I DIDN’T MEAN TO.”
“You posted four pictures of me.”
“I thought I selected one!”
Now you were laughing harder.
KK slumped dramatically against the locker. “This is the worst day of my life.”
“No it’s not,” you said softly.
Her expression shifted immediately.
Because underneath the teasing, you sounded genuinely okay.
“You’re not upset?” KK asked carefully.
“Why would I be?”
KK blinked. “Because now everyone knows?”
“And?”
KK frowned slightly.
You smiled on the other end of the phone. “KK, you know I love you, right?”
That softened her instantly.
“Yeah,” she said quietly.
“And you know I’m proud to be with you?”
“…Yeah.”
“Then why would I care if people know?”
KK went quiet.
Across the locker room, Paige mouthed, “AWWWW,” while pretending to wipe tears.
KK threw a sock at her.
You laughed softly through the phone. “Besides, your fans are being sweet.”
“Somebody commented ‘KK won at life,’” Azzi announced loudly from nearby.
Another teammate gasped. “WAIT this edit already has fifty thousand likes.”
KK groaned again. “I hate everybody.”
“No you don’t,” you said immediately.
And annoyingly—
You were right.
Because once the initial panic wore off, KK started actually reading the comments.
People calling you both cute.
Fans joking that KK looked “down astronomically.”
Others saying they loved seeing athletes happy outside basketball.
And honestly?
KK couldn’t stop smiling.
Especially because every single photo in that post looked like proof of how loved she was.
There was one of you asleep on her shoulder during a team flight.
One blurry candid from late-night food runs after practice.
One where you wore her UConn hoodie three sizes too big.
And then the accidental cheek kiss picture.
Her favorite.
The one she secretly stared at the longest.
“You know what?” KK said suddenly while standing up.
“What?”
“Maybe I’m keeping it up.”
You laughed. “Oh really?”
“Mhm.”
“You were literally having a crisis thirty seconds ago.”
“I’ve grown since then.”
Paige nearly choked laughing.
KK ignored her completely.
Because honestly?
You looked beautiful in every photo.
And if the world was finally seeing what she saw every day—
Maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.
Later that night, after practice ended and the media chaos finally slowed down, KK showed up at your apartment still wearing her UConn sweats.
The second you opened the door, she wrapped both arms around your waist dramatically.
“My famous girlfriend,” she sighed.
You smiled instantly. “Your fans love me apparently.”
“Obviously.” KK looked at you like the answer should’ve been clear. “I knew they would.”
Your heart melted a little at that.
KK had never once made you feel less important because you weren’t an athlete. Never made you feel out of place around her basketball world.
If anything, she pulled you into it proudly.
You leaned up, kissing her softly. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Yeah,” KK grinned against your lips. “But I’m your ridiculous girlfriend.”
And this time?
When she posted another picture of you later that night—
