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SUPERSTAR || headcannons

(gf!caitlin clark x gf!reader headcannons)

sypnosis: what it would be like if caitlin clark was your girlfriend (smutty)

author's note: hi!! okay so i've gotten super duper obsessed with cait and i just want to like give u this because just mwah to her. love u my gorgeous caity. dm or comment to be added to the taglist!

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headcannon 1

oh this girl is so clingy, like she needs to be with you at all times, if not, she's spamming you

✶ i feel like she would totally send random late night texts after games even though she knows your sleeping (you love to go to bed early). she would be like "just dropped 30 but u still haven't answered me". also she would definitely send a million voice notes all the time like narrating every second. if you leave her on delivered she'll send a bunch of question marks or "rude" or "thought we had something."

✶ she is always stealing your things. obviously she can't fit in any of your clothes (because you're way smaller), so she takes little things like hair ties that smell like you, or your waterbottle. just little things that remind her of you

✶ her hands are all over you in public, like constantly. if you're in a crowded space, her hands are on the small of your back, guiding you through people, or wrapped protectively around you. at dinner or in the car, her hands resting on your thigh

✶ when you go places, like events possibly, and you're forced to separate slightly, like maybe you have to talk to different people, she always makes sure to know where you are

headcannon 2

she is a giant softy, like she has the softest spot for you

✶ during games, she always looks for you in the crowd. when she spots you, she makes sure to point you out to her teammates and wave to you in between plays

✶ she loves to drag you to the gym and play basketball with you, knowing that she'll definitely win

✶ after tough losses, she immediately finds you on the sidelines, ignoring reporters and going past begging fans. her huge arms wrap around your neck as yours twist around her waist, and she just buries her face into your neck. she takes losses very hard, like very hard. she feels as though they're her fault and you're her comfort system, so of course, she goes to you

✶ she loves it when you play with her hair. when you're watching movies together, she'll sit on the couch in front of you and practically beg you to braid hr hair or something

✶ she falls asleep on you like constantly, when watching movies on the couch, curled up in bed. but like when i say falling asleep on you, i mean on you. like this girl's fully on you.

headcannon 3

smuttttty hcs

✶ i feel like she loves talking you through it, but she also loves praise. like she likes being told that she's doing a good job and stuff

✶ she is a major munch. like ohmyfuckinggod major munch. this girl practically begs to eat you, like all the time

✶ i feel like she's sort of a secret freak, but not. like maybe at dinner, her hand rides up your thigh and like slips into your dress or something. or like while you're out, she whispers insane things in your ear and makes you continue to be at the party

✶ she is absolutely boobs over ass, like sorry not sorry. she is absolutely obsessed, like obsessed

[azzifudge5]

she’s so prettyyy

[baigepueckers]

Nika Mühl X Reader

Time Zones & Tears

The USA Basketball training camp hotel in Durham felt more like a fortress than a place to rest…thick walls, muted hallway lights, the distant hum of the HVAC that never quite shut off. It was 2:47 am now, the kind of hour where the world outside your window felt unreal, just black glass reflecting the lamp on the nightstand. Your body was a map of soreness…quads screaming from the endless defensive slides, calves tight from box jumps, lower back protesting every time you shifted on the stiff mattress. The USA practice jersey still clung to your skin, damp from the post practice shower you’d taken an hour ago, too tired to fully dry off.

You hadn’t even turned the lights off. Just sat against the headboard, knees pulled up, phone balanced on them, staring at the lock screen photo of you and Nika from last summer…her arm slung around your shoulders on a beach in Croatia, both of you sunburned and laughing so hard your eyes were squeezed shut. The memory felt like it belonged to someone else now…someone who had time to breathe.

You hit call before you could talk yourself out of it.

It rang four times. You almost hung up, guilt twisting in your gut…she was six hours ahead in Croatia, which meant it was pushing 9 a.m. there. She’d probably just finished breakfast, maybe scrolling through film on her laptop or stretching before morning shootaround with her club team. But she’d said, over and over, “Anytime, Y/N. I mean it.”

On the fifth ring, the line clicked.

“Y/N?” Her voice came through soft but sharp with worry, the way it always did when she sensed something was off before you even spoke. You could hear the faint clink of a coffee mug being set down, the rustle of her moving to a quieter spot. “Hey. Talk to me.”

The sound of her…just that one Croatian lilted “hey” snapped the last thread holding you together.

You didn’t even try to hide the sob. It came out raw, ugly, the kind that hurt your throat. “I’m sorry. I know you’re probably getting ready for practice, I just..I can’t..I’m so fucking tired, Nik.”

There was no hesitation on her end. No “it’s okay” platitudes. Just the quiet exhale she always did when she was bracing herself to carry some of your weight.

“Ljubavi moja,” she murmured, low and steady. “Breathe with me for a second. In… out. Yeah, like that. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

You tried. In through your nose, out through your mouth, the way she’d taught you during those panic attack nights in college when the pressure of March Madness got too loud. It helped, a little.

“Today was… it was everything,” you started, voice shaking. “We did individual work this morning…shooting off the dribble, pull ups, floaters. Coach Lawson was calling out corrections like she’s been watching me my whole life. Then we went into team offense, running through sets with Chelsea Gray spotting up like it’s nothing. Paige and I were on the same squad for half the drills…she kept flashing me that stupid grin every time we connected on a pick and roll, like ‘look at us, we’re doing this.’ And we are. We really are. I caught myself smiling during one possession, like genuinely happy, because this is the dream we used to talk about in the UConn film room at 2 a.m. You, me, Paige, Azzi, all of us swearing we’d make it here one day.”

You swallowed hard, wiping your eyes with the heel of your hand. “But then conditioning hit. Sprints the length of the court, backpedal into defensive slides, then box jumps…twenty reps, three sets. My ankle’s been barking since the Unrivaled finals, that little tweak I never told anyone about. It swelled up during the last set. I powered through, but by the end I was seeing spots. Then we did film breakdown for almost three hours…every single possession dissected, every rotation critiqued. I kept nodding like I was locked in, but inside I was just… empty. Like my tank hit zero somewhere around lunch and I’ve been running on fumes ever since.”

A fresh wave of tears. “Unrivaled ended two days ago. Two. I flew straight here from Miami, barely unpacked, and now it’s USA camp. No break. No real sleep. My body feels like it’s betraying me, and my head won’t stop spinning. Everyone else looks fine…Paige is cracking jokes in the locker room, Kiki laughing during drills, Plum’s trash talking like it’s a pickup game. And I’m over here trying not to cry in the training table line. I feel like a fraud. Like they’re gonna realize any second that I don’t belong here.”

Nika let the silence sit for a moment, the way she always did when she wanted her words to land right.

“You’re not a fraud,” she said finally, voice low and fierce. “You belong there more than almost anyone. You fought through Unrivaled with a rolled ankle and still dropped 22 in the championship game. You’ve been the steady hand on every team you’ve ever played for…UConn, Dallas, now this. The reason you feel everything so deep right now is the same reason you’re so good…you care. You pour everything in. That’s not weakness. That’s why they picked you.”

She paused, and you heard her take a slow sip of whatever was in that mug…probably black coffee, no sugar, the way she liked it when she needed to stay sharp.

“I hate this distance,” she continued, quieter now. “I hate that I can’t walk down the hall and crawl into bed with you. I hate that I can’t rub tiger balm on your ankle or hold ice on your back while you vent. I would give anything to be there, Y/N. To wrap my arms around you from behind while you brush your teeth, to kiss the spot behind your ear until you relax. To just… be next to you. But since I can’t, I’m going to do the next best thing… I’m going to remind you who you are until you believe it again.”

You let out a watery laugh despite yourself.

“You’re gonna talk me off the ledge from Croatia?”

“Every single time you need it.” Her tone softened. “Remember sophomore year? After we lost in the Sweet Sixteen and you blamed yourself for missing those free throws? You sat in the training room until 13 a.m., icing your knees and crying. I found you there, dragged you back to the dorm, made you lie down, and just held you until you fell asleep. I whispered stupid things in Croatian until you laughed. I’d do it again right now if I could. So pretend I’m there. Pretend my hand’s on your stomach, my chin on your shoulder. Feel my heartbeat against your back. You’re safe. You’re allowed to fall apart for a minute. Then you get back up…because that’s what you do.”

Tears kept coming, but they felt less frantic now. “I miss you so much it’s stupid. I miss the way you smell like that eucalyptus shampoo. I miss how you always steal half the blanket but then warm me up anyway. I miss hearing you hum when you’re focused on film. I just want to come home to you. Or for you to come here. Anything but this.”

“I know,” she whispered. “I feel it too. Every day. But look at what you’re building, baby. You and Paige on the senior team together…it’s like the universe finally gave us back a piece of what we had at UConn. You’re living the thing we used to dream about while eating cold pizza at 3 a.m. in the dorms. You’re not just surviving this camp. You’re shining in it. I saw the practice clips the staff posted…your mid range game is filthy. That hesitation pull up over the closeout? Chef’s kiss. That’s my girl.”

You managed a small, broken smile. “You’re watching clips at 9 a.m. your time?”

“Of course I am. I’ve got alerts set for anything USA Basketball posts. I’m probably annoying my teammates asking if they’ve seen my girlfriend hit a floater yet.”

A real laugh this time, small but real.

“Try to sleep now,” she said gently. “Even if it’s just closing your eyes and breathing. I’ll stay on until you’re out. And tomorrow…when it’s hard, when your legs feel like lead, when the doubt creeps in text me. Call me. Scream into the phone if you have to. I’ll answer. Always.”

You slid down under the covers, phone still pressed to your ear. “Stay.”

“I’m staying.”

Her breathing stayed steady, soft, familiar. You pictured her sitting at her little kitchen table in Croatia, coffee going cold, eyes probably red because she was feeling this as much as you were. The thought made your chest ache in a different way…less sharp, more tender.

Slowly, the tension in your body unwound. Not gone, but quieter. The soreness dulled to background noise. Your eyelids grew heavy.

“Nik?”

“Mmm?”

“I love you. More than the game. More than anything.”

“I love you too,” she whispered back, voice thick.

“More than anything, baby.”

You let the phone rest on the pillow next to your face, speaker on low. Her breathing became your peace. In… out… in… out.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, sleep found you…deep, dreamless, held together by the girl on the other side of the world who refused to let you fall alone.

[paigetriotic]

look at them 🥹 the only ones still holding hands

I miss them, they’re cute 😔🩶

[authentic-girl03]

Where’d the time go🥲

2017 > 2018 > 2019

2026

[backcourt1]

Paige Blockers and Coach Tibbuckets

[studeteer]

Paige Bueckers (The Gold Standard (Ch. 10): 2025 USA Women's National Team Training Camp)

[whoisemp]

Love at first Basket

Pairing: UConn!Kaleigh Heckel x UConn!reader

Subject: You finally confess your love to Kaleigh

Warnings: none

Since the moment you woke up, you have been nervous. A heavy weight sat on your chest, waiting to be exhaled when the time came.

And that day was today, you were finally telling your best friend Kaleigh that you were in love with her.

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The first time you ever met was in the 2025 elite eight. She played you on defense, her hand lightly resting on your waist so you couldn’t go far. You spoke first, your breath slightly hoarse from exhaustion.

“Hey If you want to touch my waist just ask”

She didn’t respond just stared at you before focusing again. But as you cut to the basket you were sure you had saw a small smirk.

When the game ended, she shook your hand and congratulated you on the win. But you swore her hands and eyes lingered a few seconds longer than normal.

Then she transferred, your small “rival” was now your soon to be teammate.

She grew close with the team fast, but with you it was different. You didn’t just grow close you became inseparable.

On the bus ride? you were together. In the locker room? together. Practice partners? Together. Off the court? Together

You couldn’t find Kaleigh without you and you without Kaleigh.

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Now here you were walking to her dorm to finally confess your love. Your head spinning with all the possibilities.

It wasn’t that you were scared of being rejected, but you were scared of losing your best friend.

You sent her a text saying you were there and for her to open the door.

“Hey! I missed you!” She says as the door opens

“I missed you too…” your voice hesitant and quiet.

Her face quickly turns to one of confusion and concern. Her mind instantly thinking of the worst.

Her hand reaches out to yours, a silent way of comforting you. “hey you okay, what’s the matter?”

Your heart drops a little from fear, the moment was here. You look at her for second as you brace yourself.

“It’s nothing really, it’s just…fuck. I’ve really liked you for a while Kaleigh. Like I’m fucking in love with you. I love everything about you, from your smile to the way your eyes blink faster when you think. I can’t stope thinking about you and it’s driving me crazy, your all I think about.”

At first she doesn’t respond just stares at you.Then smiles at, her true smile the one that brightens your mood. The one you swore you saw when you first met.

“I love you too, I’ve loved you since your corny introduction in our first match up”

You laugh before bringing your lips together. Her lips soft against yours, fitting perfectly. But you pull back you roll your eyes.

“You’re so annoying Heckel, but I love you”