#iowa anon

[echo-echo31]

5 Times Gray Nearly Kissed Cooper and 1 Time Jay Witnessed It Finally Happen | Chains Series Spin-Off

SERIES MASTERPOST | RIBBONS SPIN-OFF

A/N: This is for my wonderful, amazing friend on their birthday! In case you don't know, these characters are part of my Chains Series as well as being my friend's special blorbos <3

Warnings: trauma, PTSD, reference to torture.

1. The first time Gray nearly kisses Cooper, he doesn't know who they are.

It's in the moments of being rebooted. After the trauma of waking up to find his entire life stolen, corrupted, replaced. Reality rushes back so fast he feels like he's dying again. He didn't expect to wake up; he thought the last thing he'd ever see was Ada's face as the truth rushed into it like her human blood.

"...you're okay. It's gonna be okay,"

That voice.

It's the hand of wakefulness tugging him out of his own nightmares. The one thing that kept him tethered to reality when he was in stasis. He rushes towards it like a drowning man, and then his optic programmes kick-in and he's so relieved, hit so hard with the force of simply being alive that it seems natural to reach up and make their lips meet.

That's when he finds that his other programmes haven't loaded yet. He's paralysed, looking up at the panels of a rotting wooden ceiling. He can't speak, but he thinks his eyes convey emotions he could never put into words when he finally sees the face of the mechanic smiling down at him.

2. It happens again the first time he sees snow.

After being guided outside and recounting the stories Ada used to tell him, both he and Cooper had stayed there for an unknown amount of time…staring.

It was so quiet. And not the bad kind. Not the kind that crept in and infested like the endless, isolating days he'd spent in stasis. It was peace, it was beautiful.

The sudden noise beside him is the first time he's been reminded he's not alone out here for a while, and he turns his head to see Cooper shiver,hands rubbing the raised hair on their arm. Sometimes - in the adrenaline rush of their lives on the run - Gray can forget that they're human. Whenever he's reminded, there's some kind of emotion that gets stuck in his throat that he has to force back down.

He should encourage them back inside. Avoid hypothermia. And yet there's a few more seconds when he's just looking at them. Their prosthetic arm holds onto their body and he's once again mermerised how intricate and well-designed it is. They look off into the distance with those brown eyes so deep he could get lost in them.

And for a moment he thinks about walking over, holding their face in his hands and kissing them.

"We should get you inside, Coop,"

3. Trauma seems to be a good catalyst for these things to happen.

All Gray can hear is the siren continuing to echo through the corridors of the Alliance base. His optic programme is working, and yet he can't seem to actually comprehend anything that's happening around him.

His mind is full of that thing. The thing that has his head. The thing that almost killed him before it was called away to become the subject of someone else's nightmares.

Even when Jay found him, he couldn't tell the fellow android what had happened. It was as if he was back in stasis mode, only all of his sensory programmes were still working fine. He felt trapped, traumatised, alone.

There's a pressure on his shoulder and suddenly he's knocked out of the paralysis. He flinches, systems blaring some warning message as he interprets it as a threat until he really looks, and sees Cooper leaning their head on his shoulder.

There's tear stains on their cheeks and their eyes have a glassed over, far-reaching expression. Immediately, his body relaxes and his mind becomes fixated on making sure they're okay, rather than dealing with whatever damage that psychopath had done to it.

Seeing them like this, he wants to comfort them in any way he can. They hold each other - for minutes or hours he has no idea. Eventually, they sniffle and he kisses the top of their head. He wants to do more; he wants to press his lips to theirs in an attempt to take away…to swallow all the pain.

It's not the moment. So instead he holds them close enough to convince them both that nothing else can touch them.

4. Jay daring him is just a occupational hazard at this point.

It happens at least a few times today. They'll be traversing the abandoned landscape of a small town, or crossing a river or getting supplies from an ex-military base and Jay will come up to him with some ridiculous idea.

It's oddly comforting in some ways; a nice reminder that He didn't erase all of Jay's original personality programming. An act of rebellion.

So, he's never surprised when he comes at him with that dorky grin and an idea to jump off a bridge or steal a 7 foot tall replica of the Eiffel Tower.

And yet.

"I dare you to kiss Coop,"

Gray knows it's literally impossible for him to choke, but right now it sounds like it with the noise he makes when Jay whispers into his ear.

They're about four steps behind Cooper, on an abandoned railroad track in the middle of nowhere. As per usual, the mechanic is leading the way, following signals they've got on one of their ingenious inventions that tracks SOS programmes from androids who've defected from the House.

"What? Shut the hell up, man!" Gray hisses aggressively back, eyes trained on their human's backpack in terror of them accidentally hearing their discussion.

"Come on, tough guy. I see how you look at them," Jay teases, an arm slung around Gray's shoulder as the Google Android refuses to meet his gaze.

"I don't…I don't know what you're on about, Jay. And anyway, you two are a thing, aren't you?" He tries not to let the hope he feels bleed into his tone of voice as he asks the question.

Jay laughs, and Gray starts to feel annoyed, like he's being made fun of. Jay leans in closer and this time his voice is more serious, more sincere.

"You really think that heart isn't big enough for the both of us?"

Gray is left standing still as Jay walks ahead of him, joining Cooper

"Hurry up, slow coach!" Jay shouts back, and Gray curses him under his breath.

5. Around the campfire, he really thinks he's going to do it.

They've made it to some make-shift camp set up by a handful of androids; some defectors, others who ran away from abusive owners well before the Blue Screen Event.

The last few days had been…nice. Really nice. In fact, the Alliance and rebellion and Alpha and everything else had slipped from his mind a few times whilst they'd been here, and that was a miracle in itself. It was almost like a taste of what could be; a possible future free from threat and fear.

It's in this warming glow that Gray finds himself trying to pluck up the courage to kiss them. He's been casually staring for at least the last ten minutes, the flames of the fire honeying their brown eyes in the darkness. He fidgets with his hands and occasionally sees a knowing smirk from Jay in the corner of his eye that he chooses to ignore.

He wants to do it. He needs to do it. And yet plucking up the courage to do so seems to be harder than when he had to resist the ongoing mental torture of having the world's most dangerous android in his head.

"Hey! We should go see if Hunter is alright," Cooper suggests, and it takes a while for Gray to process what they've actually said.

"Oh…yeah sure," He answers, watching as the mechanic is already standing up and catching Jay facepalm.

+1. It's been months since they left Markus' Alliance base.

Months since they set off, travelling North, following the tracks left behind from the House moving base after the incident of one of their Beta's being corrupted.

They're still unsure as to what exactly happened, but it was enough to force Alpha to move. And that meant it was serious. Very serious.

Something had happened between then. Something that meant Cooper no longer wanted to be involved with Markus - their brother - and that also meant they were back to the three of them travelling alone. Which to be honest, didn't bother Gray. In fact, he rather preferred it this way. Cooper's brother always gave a vibe that made him uncomfortable. Sometimes he thought he was more similar to Alpha than he knew…but that's not something he'd ever admit out loud.

Nevertheless, it was back to Cooper leading the way through what had slowly become denser, darker forest with more treacherous paths to traverse. They had become more reckless recently, as if they were trying to reach something more important than their own safety. Therehad been a few close calls when Gray or Jay had to bandage them up, and yet whenever they tried to hint that something was wrong, they were met with unconvincing reassurances that everything was fine.

That's how it happens.

One minute Gray is following behind them, the next he's running to the spot they once wereafter he sees them slip and fall, disappearing behind the ledge they were approaching.

Every possible worst-case scenario goes through his head; his systems are screaming at him as if he's the one who's in danger.

"COOPER!" He shouts, hearing the same name echoed from behind him by Jay.

Once he gets there though, relief floods through him like a drug as he finds them merely a few feet below, having fallen onto a shallow riverbank.

They're in a heap and dirty, but already brushing it off and clearly not hurt above a few scratches and bruises. Without thinking, Gray is jumping down after them, his superior strength and resilience making the leap a lot easier and more graceful for him.

"Hey, you okay?" He says, arms already reaching out to hold them.

"Y-yeah. Yeah, I'm good. Just a stupid mistake," They say, sounding angry with themselves.

"It's not stupid," He replies, brushing some dirt off their shoulders and they do the same to their clothes. There's a streak of mud across their cheek and he goes to clean it off, accidentally smudging it further across their skin. It's a few seconds before he realises he's essentially stroking their face. And that they're staring at him.

It's here, with the water rushing past and his mechanic covered in mud and a cacophony of different lifetime's words between them that he finally, finally, leans in to press his lips to theirs.

They taste like pine needles and firewood and home. It's like the inevitable, as if there's been an invisible string pulling them closer and closer and finally they've become tied.

It's everything he needs.

That is, until they break apart with the sound of a someone nearby clearing their throat.

Gray turns his head to see Jay looking at them, arms holding each other and Cooper's skin flushed.

"Well…I'm glad we're all still alive. And kissing. Fucking finally. So…can we maybe keep going because my optics are telling me that it's almost twilight and however much you two want to stick your tongues in each other's mouths, I'd like that to happen somewhere away from the creatures of the forest please."

#is there hints at chains 3 here #:)))) #iowa anon #trauma #ptsd #torture #trauma trio #the beloveds #chains series #echo writes #echo is sfw

[ask-bing-and-the-g-unit]

Bing! I know I already said it once, but I'm still just really glad you're back c: and, uh, I got you something. [Pulls new shades with thick orange frames out from behind their back.] I noticed Ivan's are smaller and, well, greener than your old pair, so I thought you might like something more your style c: they should be bigger and have a more neutral tint, I hope they're comfortable!

-Iowa

“Oh-thank-god,” he practically gasped while ripping off the green glasses to slap these new bad boys on. “I swear, some anons are such– see dee-icks —” Fantastic work around. “— and then some are like you, like angels or something.”

He glanced at his reflection in a nearby window, the darkness of the evening giving a decent image. They weren’t mirrored lenses, but he couldn’t see only glow from behind them.

A relieved smile shone the anon’s way. “Thanks, dude.”

#when will he smile without his tongue sticking out #never. the answer is never #bingiplier #syles canon #syles writing #Iowa anon

[westanthewaterman]

Congrats on your milestone Wheat! You're an absolutely amazing person and an incredible writer and you deserve the recognition for it ❤ Can I get Illinois, nsfw, somno reader receiving with prompt “It’s not my fault you keep turning me on” and an afab masc reader? :D congrats again!!

-Iowa

Wheat??? I am not a grass!!! /j

tw: somnophilia

Wakefulness comes to you slowly. Your body is blanketed in warmth and you sigh happily, content to just lay in bed and drift back to sleep. That thought is pushed aside however when a wave of pleasure washes over you. Your eyes shoot open and dart around the tent, falling on the man sitting between your legs. 

Somehow during the time you’d fallen asleep and now, Illinois had snuck into your tent. He’s pulled off your shorts and spread your legs wide, giving him plenty of room to fuck you open on his fingers. 

A moan escapes your lips and you instinctively arch your back into his touch. 

“There you are, handsome, was wonderin’ when you were gonna wake up.”

His voice is deep and rough from how early it is and it makes you clench around his fingers. Illinois snickers. 

“Thought this might be a nice wake-up call. Whadya think, darlin’?”

You open your mouth to respond but the adventurer slips another finger inside you and suddenly you’re realizing just how close you are. 

“Illi!”

“Don't worry, I gotcha.”

"Not that I'm complaining," you moan again, "but what brought this on?"

He shrugs. "It's not my fault you keep turning me on."

#west writes #follower milestone celebration 2 #indiana jones knockoff #iowa anon #'anon' #nsft #tw somno #tw somnophilia

[sleeplessinspace]

Building off other anon's Murdock teaching you ask:

These skills come in handy one horrifying night when you're found out and about on your own by a rival of Murdock's, and you have to try to keep away long enough for your killer to get to them before they get to you.

-Iowa

hngngn god he'd be so furious but so proud to arrive and finding you holding your own. his nightmare scenario has finally happened but this is exactly why he made sure to get you ready to fight, willing to kill to protect yourself

#ask.txt #cereal killer ☆ #iowa anon

[weirdlyhornyforegos]

Yes, but in the way of like, "you're super awesome and cool and that makes me nervous because I want you to think I'm cool too" kind of intimidating

-Iowa

That's, that's, so sweet actually??

I don't really think I'm any of those, but I'm super flattered that you think so???

I promise I'm just A Dude, that just writes and posts fanfiction

#iowa anon #ask

[weirdlyobsessedwithegos]

I need those other edits for Reasons and the link on the ask isn't working, mind re-linking/re-sharing them? 👀

-Iowa

If you click on the masterlists link in my bio you’ll find my edit masterlist and they should be there :3

#Iowa anon #ask

[ophelisstuff]

GOODLUCK CHARM | P.B x C.C x Reader

authors note : first smut ever written! Had to channel my inner freak for this one LMAO. lmk how y’all like this and feel free to request more

requested by : anon

summery : Caitlin Clark and Paige Bueckers have a little fun with their girlfriend before the Iowa vs Uconn basketball game.

word count : 1.2k

warnings : sexual themes, cursing, degrading, slightly mean Caitlin, mention of straps, mentions of uconn vs iowa 😔.

“Strip.” Caitlin demanded, startling you as she stormed into the hotel room with Paige following close behind her.

Their unexpected arrival bringing you back into reality as you expected them to be gone out longer.

With the upcoming game between Iowa and Uconn, both Paige and Caitlin had been at each others necks for the past few days.

Giving one another smart remarks and starting petty arguments about who would win. And even daring to ask which team you were rooting for.

Never feeding into the disagreements and laughing at them instead, you enjoyed the few hours of peace you had while they were both away at practice.

Though on the other hand, it seemed as if Caitlin and Paige hated being away from you for the period of time.

Numerous text’s being sent to the groupchat between the three of you. Mostly consisting of Paige and Caitlin’s nonsense while discussing how much they missed you.

“What?��� You questioned, your response delayed as you were yet to register Caitlin’s words.

“You heard her, strip.” Paige told you, repeating the words that had exited Caitlin’s mouth — watching as you looked at both of them in confusion.

Nevertheless, you followed the demand. Stripping your clothes off and standing before the two of them — their eyes hungrily trailing up and down your body.

“on your back.” Paige instructed, you finding your place on the bed. Laying as the blond had instructed, watching as both your girlfriends hovered over your bare body.

“Such a good listener.” Caitlin began, her fingers running through your loose hair as she looked at Paige. “Should I get the strap?”

You laid in silence a look of desperation displayed in your face as you listened to the two talk. The urge to satisfy your heat growing in response the unexpected situation.

“No. Save it for later on tonight.” Paige told the brunette, deciding to give you a little piece of the experience. Saving the rest for after the basketball game.

Noticing your neediness, Paige moved her hand down to your pussy — clothed by the damp silk underwear. Her fingertips rubbing light circles on your clit.

Caitlin sucking on your neck, her hands tenderly squeezing your breasts — you couldn’t hold in the loose moans that’s slipped out of your mouth.

“Look at her.” Caitlin scoffed, parting ways with your neck as she looked at both you and Paige. “Barely touched her and she’s moaning like a slut”

Paige smiled at the girls words, sliding her hand into your underwear. Running a finger through your folds — being met with a familiar slick.

“Feel her Cait. Already wet for us” Paige shook her head at you, moving to the side so Caitlin could feel the slick between your folds.

Instead of slipping her hand in your underwear, Caitlin slid the fabric off of you. Absentmindedly setting it somewhere as she smirked at you.

“Look at that. All for us” Caitlin spoke, keeping your legs spread open as both she and Paige looked at your pussy like a piece of artwork.

A short whine exited your mouth, growing desperate for either one of their touches. Wanting to feel something that would take the ache away.

“Needy brat.” Caitlin scolded, grabbing your legs and pulling you closer to her — on her knees as she sat face to face with your pussy.

Paige on the bed beside you, fully clothed as her teeth unexpectedly tugged at your nipples. Causing a gasp to exit your mouth in return.

“Keep her still” Caitlin instructed Paige — who gave no answer due to attacking your breasts with her mouth.

Aware of how squirmy you happened to be when getting ate out. The girls often took turns holding the upper part of your body down.

Rolling her eyes, the brunette licked a stripe of your pussy. Watching as you squirmed beneath her, the girl couldn’t help but smirk.

Spitting on your pussy, Caitlin dove in — her tongue sliding over every aching area that you wanted to be touched.

“Caitlin!” You yelled, a string of moans immediately exiting your mouth, Paige’s assault on your breasts making the moans louder.

Unable to fight the pleasure, you tried to hold the moans in. Aware that your hotel neighbors could be in their room — you tried to be quiet out of respect for them.

“Bet no one makes her feel as good as we do” Paige confidently spoke, watching as Caitlin stopped eating you out — lining two fingers up with your entrance.

“I know, and she knows that shit too” Caitlin slowly slid her fingers in glaring at you. Your eyes shut, allowing moans to flow out.

“Look at her, it’s pathetic” Paige said, placing her fingers back on your clit to rub rapid paced circles on the sensitive area.

Slipping her fingers out and slipping them back in, Caitlin pumped her digits in and out of you — meeting Paige’s pace.

Sitting up using your elbows as support, you tried to look at your girlfriends — close to a release that you’d been craving.

“I’m gonna cum!” You announced through a moan, though most the pleasure had slowed down as soon as you did.

“Who’s pussy is this.” Caitlin asked you — Paige beginning to slow down the action on your clit to hear the answer.

Their eyes set on you, almost as if they were daring you to say the wrong answer. Though in the moment, all you wanted was the release you’d been waiting for.

“It’s yours, all for you and Paige!” You spoke nearly immediately, satisfied once the rapid paces had resumed.

Your legs beginning to rapidly shake, a tight knot began to form in your stomach. A throaty moan exiting your mouth as you were met with your release.

“There we go” Paige muttered as both of the girl’s removed their hands from your pussy to gaze at you — out of breath from the orgasm.

“That’s nothing. Just wait until the games over.” Caitlin told you as Paige laughed — the brunette walking into the bathroom to grab a rag to wipe you off with.

“We’ll have to see who our good luck charm’s gonna help win first” Paige reminded Caitlin who rolled her eyes in response — chuckling as she immediately replied

“Yeah, which will be iowa” She looked at you with a grin on her face. “Isn’t that right baby?”

“No, don’t agree with her.” Paige jumped in immediately, setting a pair of lounge clothes that came from your suitcase on the bed. “Everyone knows Uconn is winning this time.

“Oh yeah. and Who told you that — your delousins?” Caitlin replied to her girlfriend, an unwavering smirk on her face as she knew how to get under Paige’s skin.

“You know what. I’m gonna-” Paige began, a threat nearly coming out of her mouth before being silence by you.

“Both of you, shut up and stop acting like toddlers!” You scolded your girlfriends, who immediately dropped the disagreement and moved on as if it were nothing.

#paige bueckers x reader #caitlin clark x reader #anon <3 #wlw #caitlin clark x paige bueckers x reader #wlw smut #caitlin clark smut #paige bueckers smut #iowa wbb #uconn wbb #uconn vs iowa

[rimunagenius]

Would you be down to do a Kate fic where reader is a new transfer and Kate keeps seeing her all over campus and is quickly crushing on her (like she’s down BAD) Then one day when she’s going to meet Caitlin for lunch/coffee/something lol she sees her walking with r laughing then saying goodbye. Kate immediately starts interrogating CC the second she’s within earshot because she wants to find out everything she can about her mystery girl. CC laughs and says she transferred to play soccer and they’re in x class together. Then she’s like as fun as this is I’m starving so can we go eat now. From there she literally sees her everywhere because her and CC start to hang out outside of class, once she finds out r also played basketball in high school and college (focusing on soccer when she transferred) she invites her to pickup games or practice when she knows they’ll be using the managers to scrimmage and this is where Kate finally meets her and is officially smitten. R thinks she’s absolutely adorable and hopes this is the girl Cait said she wanted to introduce her to.

Everywhere

ʚ paring: Kate Martin x reader

ʚ word count: 2.2k words

ʚ warnings: RPF!! , other than that, none that i can think of other than the use of y/n.

ʚ rimunagenius speaks: okay so anon, i love this idea!!…i loved it and im so sorry it took so long to write it and i may possibly consider writing a part two! I love the idea of Kate being so smitten for reader. she’s a sucker for a pretty lady! also i hope it’s okay that i kinda made the reader a ghost to kate..like kate needed to be actively LOOKING so it’d be better for when she actually saw her and i feel like this could’ve have been better so im sorry if it didn’t meet your expectations 😭

Everywhere. You were literally everywhere. She was definitely not complaining about it though. You were actually so beautiful. You were everywhere but near her. You took over her whole mind since this morning.

She saw you on what she assumed to be your first day. You looked like a lost puppy walking around looking for your class. "Hey, you doing okay?" Kate approached you, sliding one of the sides of her headphones behind her ear. God, you looked even prettier up close.

"Uh, yeah? I don't know where the science building is. I've been looking for about twenty minutes and no luck." You sighed, checking your phone, your friend Caitlin texting you while you pulled your schedule up.

"I can help. If you want?" Kate gave you a warm smile, looking down at your phone. She recognized the professor, having had him her sophomore year. It was a general education requirement for her major. "Oh, I've had him before. I can walk you and show you."

"That'd be great, thanks." The walk was quiet, kind of awkward. Kate was nervous to make small talk. She never thought this far ahead. Hell, she didn't even know she was walking up to you until you responded to her.

Kate thought about it the whole way to her next class. She thought about it the whole way back to her home. She thought about you. The way you smiled at her when she offered her help. She didn't know what was happening.

She's seen many pretty girls before and felt attracted to them but not like this. She's barely known you—talked to you for a total of three minutes...It wasn't possible. It wasn't going to be a thing. She'd probably never see you again. This campus was too big.

Kate had thought about you, and she wouldn’t lie and say that she didn’t try looking for you either. She’d take her time walking to classes throughout that day and to Carver Arena. She’d stop to get coffee and snacks she wasn’t going to finish. She just wanted to see you. You were the most prettiest girl she has ever seen. She tried to find you all the rest of the day. With no luck, and her taking her sweet time to get to practice, she didn’t see you.

When she left for a later class, right after practice, after practice had ended at six pm, she had finally seen you and Caitlin walking together. It was the most shocking yet, anxiety inducing thing she’s seen since she left you earlier that morning.

She was a ways behind you both, recognizing Caitlin first, still in her practice uniform. You were both heading the same way she was, so she just decided to stay behind instead of going to talk to Cait. She wasn’t going to go anywhere near you both, scared of being that close again and having to introduce herself. She’d be an absolute mess. It barely worked this morning, and she was not taking her chances.

It wasn’t until she saw you walking away, meeting up with this other girl, and saying goodbye to Caitlin, that she decided to catch Caitlin before she left. “Caitlin!” Her walk speeding up, looking in your direction making sure you didn’t hear her.

Caitlin looked behind her to see her frantic teammate running up to her. “Yes, Kate?” She smiled nervously, watching the blonde dart her eyes between you and her.

“Who is that?” Kate looked to you, blushing. Pointing subtly towards you to make sure Caitlin knew exactly who she was talking about. That’s when Caitlin smiled. “That’s my friend! She just transferred here. She’s playing soccer now.”

“What do you mean ‘she plays soccer now’? What did she play before?” Kate wanted to know everything about you. She already knew you were the prettiest girl she’s ever seen. But she wanted to know more.

“She played basketball too. Got a full ride to UC Berkeley with it.” Caitlin nodded her head, continuing on the path she was headed to. “We were on our way to our class, but her soccer teammate needed her for a minute so I said i’d meet her there.”

“Oh, okay. How do you know her? Has she always been that pretty? How many classes do you guys have together? Maybe I can “walk” you to it?” Kate started to ramble any question that came to mind about you. All of which were about anything and everything besides your name.

“Oh, my god. Kate. Slow down. Why so many questions?” Caitlin laughed, already having a small idea as to what was happening. “Just ask her tomorrow.”

Kate’s throat went dry. What did she mean? “I’m sorry, what?” Kate choked out. Caitlin gave Kate a blank stare.

“I invited her to our pickup game tomorrow. Just talk to her then.” Kate was already so excited but dreading tomorrow.

She really really wanted to see you, but she started to think about how you’d see her play and she’d have to possibly guard you. This was a lot. Kate definitely did not let this go. She was starting to get too nervous. She was getting self conscious. She wanted to impress you.

Kate got up the next morning to a text from Caitlin asking to get there earlier than planned for a shoot around before the pickup game. The reason why was very vague but she decided to go early. Caitlin had asked her multiple other times to meet up and practice shots. That’s where Kate had developed better confidence in her far-range shots. Her three game improving significantly.

But the more Kate thought about it, she didn’t even get your name yesterday. Not even from Caitlin.

Her nerves were through the roof as she walked out the house and set on her way to Carver.

Her face grew hot and red, suddenly her relaxed and otherwise friendly demeanor turned shy and antsy as she got closer and closer to you both, standing on the court while she set her stuff down. That’s why she wanted her early…forgetting to mention the why.

“Hey, Cait.” Kate walked up to Caitlin, her eyes darting between you and her. She was so nervous. You were just so pretty and so close she just couldn’t take it.

“Hey! This is my friend, y/n.” Caitlin looked to Kate, and then to you. You shook Kate’s hand. Immediately recognizing the pretty girl who had helped you find your class yesterday.

You smiled. Yesterday after she walked you all the way to your class, before you had walked in you thanked her and watched her go on her way. She looked nervous but so did you. You walked up to the door but stopped to look behind you. What made it more awkward is you both caught eachothers eye at the same time.

Cait💕

“You find your class okay?”

“yeah! some really nice girl helped me find my class.”

“Oh, awesome! The people here are way nicer than the people from California huh?”

Caitlin and you had grown up together. Two girls who loved the game of basketball. You got a full ride to UC Berkeley. Iowa skipping over you for an offer but getting Caitlin. You honestly wouldn’t have had it any other way.

You got to experience life outside of Iowa. It was a fun experience. You loved California but still keeping in touch with back home. You would’ve stayed if your injury your sophomore season didn’t pull you out of the sport completely.

Tearing your meniscus, ACL, PCL, and MCL. You tore them over a span of a couple years. Your ACL and PCL being the first to go in your junior season of highschool. The MCL your freshman year of college. You had been halfway into your sophomore season at Berkeley when you tore your meniscus.

You were told you were able to recover and go back, but your coach didn’t like that you were getting injured and submitted an appeal to have your full ride taken. That’s when the dean advised you to find a different career outside of basketball. So, you entered the transfer portal, losing your full ride, and ended back up in Iowa for senior year. You had played soccer growing up as well with your brother. You kept up with it outside of basketball only small scrimmages, nothing too serious so you weren’t injured for basketball. But Iowa had a great soccer team and you missed home, so you decided to come back and come back to soccer.

“They’re way nicer for sure…and wayyy cuter😉”

“Ohhhhhh myyyyyyyyyy”

“you laughed at, ‘Ohhhhhh myyyyyyyyyy’ ”

You were excited to meet the friends Caitlin made here in Iowa City after you left. Wanted to meet the women she talked so highly of. So when she texted you last night asking if you wanted to shoot around before doing a pick up game, you immediately said yes. Something about wanted to introduce you to a friend, hence having to get there early.

“Oh, you walked me to my class yesterday!” You stuck your hand out and waited for Kate to shake it.

Kate had been staring at you. She didn’t mean it in a rude or freaky way. She just was in shock. There was no way you knew Caitlin. “Uh, yeah! I’m Kate. I don’t think we formally introduced ourselves yesterday.” Kate giggled.

Caitlin raised her eyebrows. There was no way Kate was the cute girl you mentioned to her yesterday. No way. And there’s no way you had Kate Martin giggling at a handshake. This elicited a random giggle and ‘no way’. You and Kate turned your heads and looked at her confused. It finally clicked to Caitlin.

“Oh! Nothing nothing. Just that—Oh! Look! My ball!” She walked away to the ball she left at half court, leaving you two to stand in awkward silence before opting to get started. You guys were going for about an hour before Caitling and Kate walked up to the small team Caitlin put together. You watched them two walk away, shaking your head before walking over to your team.

That’s when Kate turned to look back at you. Watching you immediately make friends with the girls in your team. Which happened to be her friends too. Kate turned back to the team, a huddle being held…Kate’s face grew even more rosy when she saw her best friend caught on to what was happening. Caitlin had been giving her the biggest smirk when they made eye contact. Was it really that obvious that she had a crush on you? Could she even call it that? She just met you formally seconds ago.

The shoot around is where you and Kate really got to know each other. Exchanging stories and experiences, her asking all kinds of questions of what it was like in California.

How you knew Caitlin, which she was shocked to find out that you grew up here. That you and Caitlin were neighbors. She learned more than what Caitlin had been willing to tell her. Something about “you’ll know soon enough,” or “i’ll let her decide.”

It didn’t help that she had to guard you during the whole game, even though her being absolutely smitten from the moment Caitlin told her your name wasn’t already awkward enough.

The small praises you gave her while playing went immediately to Kate’s head. A pretty girl like you complimenting her. She returned them back, feeling less scared of her antics when she saw how you reacted to them too. It was the most nervous and overall mindfucking pick up game she’s ever played in her life. And she grew up with playing with bigger and stronger boys. Hell, she’s made it to national championship games and this by far took the cake for the most absurd and anxious game.

But you, made her immediately nervous. And she knew you knew. The small smiles and giggles you gave her whenever you saw her reaction to your compliments and praises, your touches to her body when you would pivot around her while dribbling, your hands brushing her hips when trying to blow past her and cut to the basket.

Needless to say, you both knew the effect you had on eachother. Which is why it was the longest yet shortest game ever. Because when it ended, and you had work to do and practice to attend, so you started to say your goodbyes to everyone.

You said goodbye to the new girls you made friends with, getting their numbers and then pulling your oldest friend aside. “Please tell me that’s her.” Your face burning up from the exertion and the thought of the tall blonde you could feel was looking at you from behind Caitlin.

“Possibly.” Cait raised her brows, mischevious smile on her face.

“She’s possibly the cutest thing I have ever seen, Cait. Please tell me that’s her.” You glanced behind Caitlin again, catching those oh, so pretty blue eyes. You both looking away immediately, you both blushing.

“I’ll talk to you after your practice.” She hugged you and you started on your way to your practice. Looking back to catch one last longing look to Kate. It was definitely her.

She was already standing and talking to Caitlin, big smile on her face, hair now down. God, she looked good.

“Please invite her to more of these.” Kate pleaded with Caitlin. That immediately earned a loud chuckle from the brunette. This was so entertaining. Her best friends having the hots for eachother was the most interesting thing to happen to her.

“I will.” Caitlin patted her hand on her best friends chest, starting to walk away. “I fucking knew it.” She said while she was a good distance from Kate.

“What?” Kate asked, already wishing another pick up game would happen or that she’d run into you soon.

“Oh, nothing.” Caitlin walked away, knowing she had to do something to keep you guys interacting. This game of trying to get you both together was more fun than, dare she say, the final four tournament??

#tumblrpost #writers on tumblr #kate martin #iowa wbb #caitlin clark #fluff #iowa hawkeyes x reader #kate martin iowa wbb #iowa wbb x reader #iowa women’s basketball #caitlin clark x reader #kate martin x reader #kate martin wlw #wlw masterlist #sapphic wlw #wlw fanfic #wlw yearning #wlw community #wlw post #wlw blog #wlw love #wlw #rimunagenius writes ! #anon ask #anonymous #request

[captainmartin20]

#she looks so attractive here what the fuck

#anon request #caitlin clark #kate martin #wbb #women's basketball #iowa hawkeyes #iowa wbb #indiana fever #my gifs #fave

[echo-echo31]

👀

-Iowa

He's comfort. His voice reminds you of the warm breeze in summer. Wood and fire and adventure.

Ready at a moment's notice to be dragged by the hand and tossed into a world of fantasy and excitement.

Or alternatively, that feeling is covered over him like a blanket. Home.

#echo answers #iowa anon #ask game

[wcbblife]

I’ve been fantasizing about Kate so here are my head cannons just cuz I feel like sharing

• she loves foreplay and kissing. Like she could spend an hour kissing and fingering before all the clothes start coming off. Neck kisses, soft bites and praise

• she’s mostly a bottom but when she tops she’s a soft top. She’s totally a munch. Spends as much time as you want her to between your thighs and loves when you sit on her face.

• she’s mostly on the vanilla side, but if you ask for something she’d be happy to try it if it’ll make you feel good. Like she’d never be the one to suggest using the strap, she’d use it if you ask her to. She still enjoys rough sex to an extent but there’s a limit for her. She wouldn’t be able to spank you too hard or anything like that

• Positions she uses the strap in: missionary is for sure her favorite, loves when you ride her, loves running her hands over your ass, back and shoulders on the occasion you do it in doggy (sometimes pulls your hair)

• when you top her Kate is a little shy receiving but she loves every second of it. She doesn’t moan too loudly. Likes being fingered and eaten out but also loves when you use a vibrator and kiss her at the same time

• her kinks are praise, neck kissing (giving and receiving), likes it when you’re loud, loves when you wear lingerie for her and loves to buy it for you, edging you, phone sex, sensual massages with warm body oil

•toys you use together: The strap, vibrators

😵‍💫

Wowowow anon.

Kate come back the kids miss you 🧎‍♀️

#wcbb #women's basketball #kate martin #iowa hawkeyes #iowa wbb #kate martin x reader #anon #anon submission

[ask-bing-and-the-g-unit]

Hypothesis? Mind if we tag along too, Blue? I'm really curious cx

-Iowa

Another boom shook the house.

“I do not believe we have the abilities to remove you regardless, so, yes, you may accompany us.”

Now keeping pace with Blue, Bing kept his arm stiff, unsure if he could let go or not. A simple glance by blue eyes was made towards their hands before the Google took a moment to entwine their fingers.

An exhale left Bing. He gave a slight squeeze of relief before the two continued their walk. Through the wide halls wandered the two. ‘Wait, no,’ thought Bing, ‘we’re heading to the G unit?’ Ahead, another being turned the corner, and maroon eyes locked on them.

“Blue.” The red Google approached quickly. Before Bing could process, Eric picked him up. What. “I was just looking for you. It’s storming very badly out.”

“Yes, I am aware. I was heading towards Oliver’s room with Bing.”

“Thank you. I was worried I wouldn’t find him.”

Bing squirmed in the strong grasp. “Uh, hello? What are we doing??”

#syles art #syles writing #syles canon #bingiplier #googleplier #blue google #red google #Eric Red #iowa anon #some Kai commentary: #‘thank you for grabbing my dog’

[westanthewaterman]

The sunglasses are not for you they're for everyone else. I wish to remain a stranger in the crowd, saying crazy things with my friend that gets us strange looks from passers-by. The sunglasses are so that those same people don't recognize me at my day job XD

-Iowa

Okay, yeah, that's fair.

#west whispers #iowa anon #friends

[sleeplessinspace]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE BE MORE THAN TEMPTED I NEED IT (and I'm asking nicely XD )

-Iowa

temptation is a sin, you know

#ask.txt #iowa anon

[weirdlyhornyforegos]

YOU

-a flustered Iowa

Hi, yes, me :3 Anything I can help you with darling?

#ask #iowa anon

[suckerforblondeathletes]

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 𝗑 𝖨𝗈𝗐𝖺！𝗐𝖻𝖻 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 #𝟪

𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝟣／𝟤

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 (mouth) | 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.

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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 JN 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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𝖠𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾：OMG my first series yall oml. There is only two parts to this. Thank you for the request and I will try to write more later!! ♡︎

#caitlin clark x reader #caitlin imagine #caitlin clark #Caitlin x reader #wbb x reader #wbb imagine #iowa wbb #angst to tension #Carly answer stuff #love my anons