*I AM IN NO WAY ASSUMING CAITLIN'S SEXUALITY, THIS IS ALL FICTION*
⇥ caitlin clark x fem!oc
"i used to know my place was a spot next to you, now i'm searching the room for an empty seat." (the story of us-taylor swift)
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ANGELINA
narrative, instagram, messages
august 16th, 2022
Pissed texts from your sister aren't the thing you expect when you wake up. In fact, Angelina was very content with the way her morning was going. She woke up in Caitlin's arms, a new position she felt she could get used to quite easily. Kaia was off by the time Angelina first stirred, but she had left breakfast behind from a local spot, both for her and the brunette still blissfully asleep on her couch. Caitlin only peeked her head up when the intoxicating smell of coffee filled her nose.
"I smell coffee."
"Yes, you do." Angelina let out a small laugh, moving the mug towards Caitlin as the athlete stumbled towards the kitchen. "One cream, two sugars."
"Ugh, I love you." Caitlin muttered as she placed the ceramic to her lips.
"Love you too, loser." Angelina responded, taking a sip from her glass.
"Oh, I was talking to the coffee." Caitlin teased, soaking in its sweet taste. "Nectar of the gods right here."
Angelina rolled her eyes, moving to unbox the food. "I hate you."
"Really? Cause I thought you said you loved me."
"Shut up and eat before I throw your waffles out." The photographer threatened, placing the athlete's plate in front of her.
"Don't you dare threaten my waffles, Martin."
"Ooh, ma'am yes ma'am." She kept up their silly banter, deadpanning as she saluted her friend.
It wasn't until then that she picked up her phone, seeing the influx of texts her sister had sent her.
