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[hoe4sports]

Take care of Clara

Jessie Fleming x Reader

A/N: Mentions of car accidents and death, anxiety . This was supposed to be one part but it ended up being so long.

Summary: An unplanned meeting between your daughter and Jessie ends up with your daughter as the mascot. But your daughter has anxiety, and it’s about to break lose.

“Mmm, Jess, the door” you mumbled half asleep as you and your girlfriend Jessie was snoozing in bed a Saturday morning. Your head pounding from the dehydration. Jessie had the weekend off, and you had decided to have a date night with a few homemade cocktails. A few being closer to 10, but that was beside the point.

*DUNK, DUNK, DUNK*

“JESSIE, the door!!” You yelled as you kicked a half asleep Jessie out of bed. It was her apartment after all, and you had only been dating for 10 months. It was a good 10 months. You had gone on a few weekend trips together doing anything from hiking to going to the beach. It was nice, it was casually which was obvious considering you had been best friends for well over 10 years. Practically growing up hand in hand until you moved away as a kid, and since the world wasn’t very online back then; you lost contact. Things had changed when you had went to a friends dinner party and you had found your designated seat next to a name card that said “Jessie”. When she sat down, you couldn’t believe it. You instantly clicked as you talked all through the night, not talking to anyone else. That night you walked home together and exchanged phone numbers, immediately feeling like back in the days when you would bike around in your neighbourhood and Jessie would be giggling beside you. At first the friendship was platonic, but after a few months of talking and hanging out, you had drunkenly admitted to liking her and when she asked you about it the next morning; there was no room for refusal.

“Oh my god, hold you will ya” Jessie said under her breath as she was jumping on one leg to get her shorts on. She was about to run out to the door when you shot her a look. “Jess, look, I like your tits; they are mine and I would like it to stay that way” you said as you gestured down; she had forgotten to put on a top. She blushed to the color of a tomato and sweared under her breath as she threw on your tank top from last nights fun. As she walked out to sort out whatever was going on, you grabbed your phone. All of out battery, of course. Luckily Jessie had made sure to have a charger at your side of the bed too so you could have access to charging whenever you needed; especially considering you would struggle with sleep. Technically it was her bed, but the side was also technically yours since that was where you’d sleep when you stayed over just like the right side was always her side when she was staying over at yours. You placed down your phone in exchange for a water bottle that Jessie had gotten for you after you had finished your nightly activities. The water was still somewhat cold and it felt soothing going down your sore throat. “Ehm, Y/N/N!” You heard from the front door. “This is all you babe!” You shouted back as you giggled, jumping a little when your phone was finally turning on. Her apartment, her neighbour, her issues. You suddenly stopped dead in your tracks. It was weird, you could swear that you heard a tiny voice. You shook it off and tapped in the code of your SIM card. 3-0-0-1. Then you heard the voice again, slightly concerned as you held your breath trying to figure out what was going on. “I really think this is something that you might wanna sort out, I would love to but I haven’t really met her because you wanted to make sure that we-“ Jessie rambled as you heard her footsteps closing in on the bedroom door. But she was cut off by small sobs and it struck you like lightning. You could recognise those cries a mile away, as they belonged to your Daughter, Clara.

Clara was extremely shy, and was in treatment working to overcome her biggest fear before it could develop into something worse. The only place she didn’t feel shy outside of your home was in when she as playing football. That was where she could let everything go and just play. You has gained guardianship over her when your sister and her husband had tragically passed away during a high speed car accident when Clara was just a baby. You had been the only motherly figure that she’d know since she was 6 months old. Your parents were able to take her as they were getting older and had their own health issues, so you decided there was no other choice but to adopt her honouring your sister’s wishes. Jessie barged in and you could see the panic in her eyes. You’d probably also panic if it wasn’t for the raging headache you had going on in the background. You quickly jumped out of the bed and threw on your shorts and Jessie’s UCLA sweater before you bolted towards the door. There she was, your bestfriend with your little daughter clinging on to her leg. “Mommy” she sobbed as you reached your arms towards her while still walking towards the front door as your daughter ran into your arms clinging to you as if the world was ending. Clara wasn’t good with changes in plans, especially not when the plans was something she had looked forward to. “Hi Ella, what’s uh, sorry, why are you here again?” You asked confused as you had already planned for her and Clara to spend the weekend together while you were with Jessie. You hoisted your daughter up on your hips causing her to relax and lean into your side while placing a hand on your neck. You kissed her head as you held her tight and whispered; “Hi princess, it’s okay, mommy’s got you. You are safe.” The words causing her sobbing to soften. “Hi Y/N, I am so sorry but my brother has gotten into an accident and it’s bad so mom asked me to catch the first flight home. I tried calling you, but I could get through and you weren’t at home, so I had no option but to bring her here or take her with me to Wisconsin which I could but I don’t have her passport.” She said as she had a serious grin on her face. “Oh my god, I’m sorry for not answering. My phone was dead. It’s all good, go be with your family. Tell your mom that I’m seeing her love” you said as she nodded and handed you her little pink backpack with her pink Nike cleats in before running towards the taxi waiting to take her to the airport. You sat your daughter down in Jessie’s couch as your pulled her comfort blanket out of her bag to wrap around her before turning her favourite show on the iPad in hopes that it would distract her enough to let you pack.

Your thoughts raced in sync with your heart as you paced to the bedroom to pick up your stuff in an instant terrified of what Jessie would say. She looked terrified when she came to tell you that your daughter was there, and you knew that it wasn’t the right time. Jessie wouldn’t want to waste her weekend on a kid, let alone a kid that wasn’t hers when she only had a few limited weekends of each year. Clara was also a lot more demanding than your standard kid which meant that it was harder for others to connect with her. There was this tiny voice in your head that were trying to convince you that Jessie would think Clara was too much. This exact thing had happened before and it left both you and your daughter heartbroken when they left because Clara was too much. That day you vowed yourself to never let anyone close to your daughter again. It had worked perfectly until you met Jessie.

You grabbed your bag as you scattered around the room to find all your belongings before Jessie could come out from the en-suite. “Love, what’s going on?” A familiar voice said from behind you making you jump but immediately relax when you felt the warmth of her hands on your waist. “It’s was Ella, she had to go to Wisconsin because her brother was in an accident. So I need to take care of Clara. This has been nice and all but we shouldn’t be bothering you on your weekend off.” You mumbled as you could feel tears burning behind your eyelid while you got out of her grip to find your last missing items. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, I can pretend to be your friend if that makes it easier?” Jessie said as she pulled you into a hug and wrapped her arms around you as if she was a baby koala. “I have told you about how Clara is? She’s very shy, anxious and have big issues with talking to people. I get that she’s challenging, but she’s a good kid. I get-“ your rambling was cut off by Jessie. “If you let me, I’ll gladly spent time with the both of you today darling” she finished as you nodded and a tear rolled down your chin in relief.

“Clara?” You said carefully as you walked towards her making sure not to scare her. She looked up at you and nodded, feeling shy of the unfamiliar house around her. “Mommy, home?” She said with tears in her eyes scared of why she wasn’t home. She didn’t really feel safe in new places, let alone places you couldn’t prepare her for like the psychologist had advised you to. You sat down next to her as you tucked her long brown hair behind her ear making her little earrings show. Earrings she had begged you for since she could talk. “We are not home, that’s right. We are at Jessie’s house. Jessie is mommy’s friend.” You said as you took her into your lap while Jessie sat down next to you. “Do you wanna say hi to Jessie?” You asked as she shoved her head into your sweater and shook her head. You shot an apologetic smile to Jessie, but she mounthed “it’s okay” to you.

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“Pass it Kiera!” Clara yelled as she ran across with the ball on the field outrunning all the other little girls. «I honestly don’t know where she gets it from, you know. She’s fast and she is very mature.” You said as your eyes watched over your daughter with the bright pink shoes and the bright pink shirt. “She’s a natural, way better than I was her age” Jessie said as she rested her hand on your thigh. In this moment, everything felt perfect. It felt like you were normal. Like any other girl with her partner and their daughter. “Hello miss Y/N, did you finally bring Clara’s mom? Gosh, they look so much alike! I could’ve spotted their bond from a mile away.” Another football mom exclaimed as she sat down. Sure, your daughter had chocolate brown hair and the same warm deep brown eyes as Jessie, but you had never considered their similarities. When you compared them, they were spitting imagine. You had blonde hair and blue eyes just like your sister, qnd none of you had anything close to athletic skills. Your little girl however? She had a gift, a talent and a drive to play. “Something like that, yes” Jessie said as you snapped out of your thoughts. You realised that you forgot to answer the other mom. Crap. Jessie squeezed your hand as you relaxed. “Well, Miss?” The mom continued. “Jessie” your girlfriend said as she smiled towards the woman. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Jessie.”

*4 months later*

You were walking along on the sidewalk with Clara in one hand as you were headed to the park to meet Jessie. She had met your daughter a bunch of times, and it was definitely a process as Clara still refused to talk to Jessie. The issue wasn’t that she didn’t like her, because she did. But she couldn’t get out a word whenever she tried. Jessie on the other hand wasn’t bothered the slightest. She’d talk to Clara, but not expected any response which was making Clara feel safe. “Look princess, it’s Jessie” you said as you pointed towards the Canadian. She looked in the direction and gripped your hand while her feet were shuffling next to you. “What’s in her hand, mom?” She said almost soundlessly as she noticed the gift in Jessie’s hand. “I don’t know, I’ll have to ask her when we get there.” A few minutes later, you were 10 steps from meeting Jessie. Jessie hunched down to be in Clara’s level as you approached. “Hi doll, I got you something!” Jessie said excitedly as Clara’s eyes widened. The box was pink and sparkling with a silver glitter bow on top. Jessie held out the box as Clara held your hand tight. “Do you want me to open the box so you can see what is inside?” Jessie continued patiently as your daughter nodded excitedly. Jessie’s hand pulled the top part of the bow towards Clara and she gestured for her to pull it. Clara’s little hand was still shaky, but she touched the bow as she pulled carefully. “Wow Clara, you are such a smart girl!” Jessie said as she removed the rest of the bow and opened the lid of the box before she held the box out in front of your daughter. Clara peeked into the box and gasped as she covered her mouth with her hand. Her face moved towards you as her eyes were sparkling. Jessie pulled out the gift revealing the tiny little Chelsea jersey with “Fleming” on the back. “See Clara, it has my last name and my number so we can match!” Jessie explained as she flipped the jersey around with a toothy grin. Clara was in awe and her eyes were lit up. It made you melt and it didn’t help when your daughter dropped your hand as she embraced Jessie into a hug. Jessie looked as surprised as you before she carefully wrapped her hand around Clara while the other hand touched her head. Clara pulled away from the hug smiling as she beamed and did a few more excited jumps. “Do you want to try it on?” Jessie asked as Clara instantly nodded. “Can I help you?” Jessie asked as bit hesitant as she feared that she had pushed her too far. Clara took a moment to make up her mind before she nodded and let go of your hand. Her arms reached out as Jessie slipped it over her head. “Maybe you can wear it when you come to see me play on Sunday?” Jessie asked as Clara’s eyes lit up. She had always talked about how she wanted to see Jessie play football on the big field, not just in your backyard. However, she made sure to only tell you. Clara’s gaze shifted towards you as she sent you her best please look without using words. “Yes Clara, we can go watch Jessie play on Sunday.” You confirmed as Clara jumped up and down once again attacking Jessie into a hug causing Jessie to lose her balance and fall to her back from the squat position she was in with Clara giggling on top of her.

*The following Sunday*

“Alright Claramell” you said as you sung her nickname. You had made it up as she loved caramels as a baby. She looked up at your from her little drawing table where she was busy drawing and colouring. “We have to put our jersey on when the timer ends” you said as you stated the timer so she could feel in control and make things easier for everyone included. “Mommy, will Jessie be there?” She asked as she looked up at your with her chocolate labrador eyes. “Yes, Jessie will definitely be there. She is gonna play, and we are gonna watch her! And if you want to, you can walk with her on the field with the other kids like we talked about. That means that you can walk out to the middle of the field with the other team and judges holding Jessie’s hand and then the teams sing. After that, you run back to the tunnel.” Clara nodded as she turned around to keep drawing again drawing as precisely as her hands would allow her. “Okay, Claramell, I’m just gonna get ready in the bathroom” you said as you pressed a kiss to her head and breathed in the balsamspray in her hair.

You got to the bathroom, and hopped in the shower. Your thoughts were quickly wandering around what would happen with Clara on the field. You had told her countless times that she didn’t have to do it, and that she could say no whenever she liked; but once she got in the field, she had to stay with Jessie. All kinds of scenarios took place in your head. The biggest worry of them all would be a full blown panic attack mid stadium in front of thousands of people not being able to get to your little girl. What would Jessie do if that were to happen? Would she leave you? Clara had yet to open up to her and hadn’t spoken a full sentence to her. The warm water washed your worries away as the damp of the water filled the room making it feel somewhat close to a tropical island. The damp hot air felt soothing in your lungs. After thinking and worrying for a bit, you hopped out and dried yourself off. You rummaged through your drawer and found your favourite mascara, some tinted sunscreen, a sheer lipstick and some blush from nars that you got as a teen. Lord knows that all girls has that one old makeup product that dosent compare, and you were no exception. The makeup made your face come alive before you glanced at the clock and realised that it was time. “Clara! It’s time!” You called out as your heard Clara’s little slippers tap on the floor in your direction. “Okay mommy, a bun with long hair” she said as she popped up into the sink in front of her, it was basically routine by now. She would come in and you would do her hair in whatever way she wanted it. Today was a half up half down kinda day, and you were softly brushing through her beautiful brown hair. “Mommy,Jess gonna be there?” She asked as she looked at herself in the mirror with her little feet in the sink. You nodded as you finished doing her hair. “Yes, Jessie will be there” you confirmed as her little brows furrowed. “Promise?” “Pinky promise.”

*2 hours later*

The stadium was huge compared to Clara. She had her little Fleming Jersey on, and she had insisted to wear her bracelet that she made at home a few weeks ago with pink beads. Clara’s hand tightened around yours as she stared at the stadium and the tons of people going in. She looked up at you with fear in her eyes and a stressed look in her little face. “Mommy, carry?” She whispered as you instantly popped her up in your hip wanting to hold her until she refused to be held anymore. People would always scold you for carrying her, but your sister would’ve carried her until she physically couldn’t and you intended to keep her wish alive. She wasn’t gonna want to be carried until she was a teen, so you wanted to make the most of the time you had with her. You followed the instructions that Jessie had given you, finding the side entrance with guards checking id’s towards a database with invited and pre-register people only. It was fairly quick as there was a significant difference in the amount of people that were at the special entrance.

When you got through the area you followed the signs until you found a room where the mascots were waiting. Clara was intimidated by the amount of children and adults and causing her to cling to you like cling wrap. “You can always say no, and nobody will be upset Claramell” you whispered as she nodded. She had insisted on bringing her pink purse in the shape of a heart with what she said was important things. Usually that would include her fake keys, a lip balm and a snack. After a few minutes, a women came to get you leading you through the big corridors of the gigantic stadium. You were looking at all the tapestry on the walls with pictures of the players in action. “Mommy, mommy, it’s Jess” your daughter whispered as she wiggled out of your arms and bolted towards Jessie. “Is it my two favourite girls coming to see me play? How lucky am I!” Jessie said picking Clara up as she spun her around and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Clara nodded and placed her hand on Jessie’s chest for safety. You greeted Jessie as you had a wide grin on your face from seeing your daughter and your girlfriend together. Jessie held Clara tight and it relaxed you knowing that she was doing what she could to make her feel safe. “Alright, walk on in 2!” A guy with a big headset yelled out in the tunnel. Clara seemed to get somewhat startled of his sudden loud voice. Her little heart beating like crazy in her chest. “Alright, Clara, we are gonna go out there in front of all those people while you hold my hand and then we will sing. Afterwards, you can run to mommy or I can carry you there.” Jessie said as she placed Clara down. Clara nodded attentively as Jessie unzipped her team jacket that Jessie had gotten for the occasion. You bent down and kissed Clara’s cheek as she smiled back at you. You had to go to the back of the line as the players were about to enter which Clara didn’t seem to mind. Her little hand held onto Jessie’s as they both turned around to wave at you. She seems excited, and she seemed like she felt safe with Jessie. Her curious eyes were wandering around the tunnel and towards the opening of it towards the cameras. The loud league music started on the field and the referees started walking on followed by the lot of the players in two lines. Just before Jessie and Clara was supposed to move out, Clara stalled. You could see Clara tensing up. Her little shoulders rising towards her ears. Her head turned towards you and you saw her eyes becoming glassy. Her lip was going from a pout to a wobble. Her eyebrows furrowed in a tense frown. Her chest moving slightly heavier than usual.

Your pulse immediately went up and you felt a need to scoop her up before this escalated. Was this gonna end in yet another breakdown? Would this trigger her anxiety? How were you gonna get a hold of her? And worst of all; was this gonna embarrass Jessie enough to want to end it with you?

[ricciardosheart]

A Yachting Romance

summary - Charles surprises her in their shared home in Monaco and takes her for a special date on a Yacht they have their favorite meal together watch a movie and lie down in the glistening sun, the story should be set on the afternoon in the french riviera

pairing - Charles Leclerc X f reader

warnings - fluff fluff and only fluff

authors note - I cried like balled my eyes out when I wrote this I was in the ovulation phase, women you can understand, please read at your own discretion, not proofread, thi

The sun hung low in the sky, painting the Mediterranean with strokes of gold and crimson. Inside their Monaco home, (Y/N) lounged on a plush sofa, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of sea salt through open windows. Lost in the pages of a novel, she was oblivious to the soft footsteps approaching her.

"Hey there, beautiful," a familiar voice whispered, causing her to look up. Charles stood before her, a bouquet of vibrant flowers in his hand and a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Charles!" (Y/N) exclaimed, setting her book aside with a smile as she accepted the flowers. "What's all this?"

"Just a little surprise," he replied, his grin widening. "How about a special date on a yacht?"

Her eyes widened with excitement. "A yacht? Seriously?"

Charles nodded eagerly. "I thought we could spend the day cruising along the French Riviera, just you and me."

(Y/N)'s heart skipped a beat. "That sounds incredible!"

The scene shifted to the harbor, where a sleek yacht awaited them, its polished exterior shimmering in the afternoon sun. The captain greeted them warmly as they stepped aboard, the sound of seagulls mingling with the gentle lapping of waves against the hull.

As the yacht set sail, Charles and (Y/N) found themselves surrounded by the endless expanse of the Mediterranean. The wind tousled their hair as they stood on the deck, breathing in the salty sea air and marveling at the beauty of their surroundings.

"This is amazing, Charles," (Y/N) exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with delight.

"I'm glad you think so," he replied, a smile playing on his lips. "But the best is yet to come."

As the yacht glided across the azure waters, Charles led (Y/N) to a table set up on the deck. The setting was nothing short of spectacular, with crisp linens, sparkling silverware, and a panoramic view of the sea.

A private chef emerged from the galley, bearing a culinary masterpiece. Platters of fresh seafood, succulent lobster tails, and delicate sushi adorned the table, accompanied by chilled champagne and decadent desserts.

(Y/N)'s eyes widened in amazement as she took in the spread before her. "Charles, this is incredible!"

He grinned, his eyes alight with excitement. "Only the best for you, my love."

They dined in blissful contentment, savoring each bite as they gazed out at the endless expanse of the sea.

As the day waned and the sun dipped towards the horizon, Charles and (Y/N) retreated to the deck, where plush lounge chairs awaited them. They wrapped themselves in blankets, the cool breeze tinged with the warmth of the setting sun.

"I can't remember the last time I felt this relaxed," (Y/N) remarked, leaning back in her chair and closing her eyes.

"It's the perfect way to unwind," Charles agreed, reaching for her hand and intertwining their fingers.

As they watched the sun sink below the horizon, painting the sky in a riot of colors, Charles produced a tablet from his pocket. "I thought we could watch a movie," he suggested, a playful glint in his eyes.

(Y/N) grinned. "I'd love that."

They settled in to watch their favorite film, the sound of the waves providing a soothing backdrop as they lost themselves in the story unfolding on screen.

As the movie came to an end, Charles suggested a change of scenery. "How about lying down and stargazing?" he proposed, pointing to a cozy corner of the deck where cushions had been arranged.

(Y/N) nodded eagerly, and they made themselves comfortable, lying side by side and gazing up at the night sky. The stars twinkled overhead, casting a soft glow over their faces as they pointed out constellations and shared childhood memories.

"This is perfect," (Y/N) murmured, snuggling closer to Charles.

He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. "Just like you."

As they lay there, bathed in the light of the stars and the warmth of each other's embrace, Charles and (Y/N) felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over them. In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of the French Riviera, they knew that this day would be etched in their memories forever.

[incognitobobcat]

Headcanon Tomáš

Photo Source: @jojogreg8441 on Twitter

Name: Tomáš Vrbada

Birthday: July 11, 1993

Zodiac Sign: Cancer

Birthplace: Prague, Czech Republic

Languages: Czech, English, Chinese (dialect unknown), learning Japanese

Fighting Style: Ninjitsu and Pencak Silat

Weapon: Karambit

Religion: formerly Catholic

Favorite Colors: Silver and light shades of blue

Favorite Foods: Svíčková, Řízek, Rajská omáčka, Madam Bo’s cooking, homecooked meals, Gyoza, and food from the Osaka night markets (ie. Kuromon), enjoys food in general

Favorite Beverages: Water, Pilsner, milkshakes, and some juices

Favorite Pastimes: movies and tv shows, music, walks in nature, traveling, enjoying various foods from restaurants and night markets

Favorite Actor: Johnny Cage

Favorite Movie Genres: Action, adventure, suspense, psychological thrillers, comedy, and whatever else from other genres that appeal to him.

Favorite Music: Contemporary music, alternative metal, classical and soothing instrumental music.

Favorite Dating/Hangout Spots: Osaka night markets, cozy and casual and cozy restaurants, and romantic and peaceful natural spots.

Personality: He is stern, intimidating, and quiet on the outside. He is able to command the respect from his subordinates. He is assertive in a firm and confident way. As a trained assassin under two established clans, he is true to his oaths and never backs down from kombat. He is loyal, courageous and deadly in his profession. As a person, he is kind, gentle, soft-spoken, eager to help and caretake others. He is intelligent and kind. He enjoys favorite past times with people he likes to hang out with and a woman he’s interested. He can be funny and is a good actor.

Ideal Woman: Tomáš likes a soft and gentle personality who can really connect with him on an emotional level. He values kindness, compassion, and empathy. He needs a partner who can give him the emotional safety and space to be vulnerable. Being a giver himself, he loves it when a woman graciously and enthusiastically accepts his gifts and chivalrous gestures. He also wants a woman who can handle his constant need for reassurance and appreciation, so constant attention and physical touch are very important to him.

Turnoffs In A Woman He Dates: Abrasive, angry, negative, careless with how she words things (straightforwardness is a gray area as it varies from individual to individual), blunt to harsh, overall oné who isn’t “feminine” in behavior. Fiercely independent women are frustrating for him to deal with. He may not be aware of this: even though he has fought alongside strong women who are fierce warriors, he has traditional views of how his woman should be and prefers her to be meek and dependent on him, as it feeds his masculine ego and need to look after someone who is weaker.

Deepest fears: To expand on the last point mentioned above, Tomas’ need to look after someone weaker stems from his past traumas of losing loved ones. He has a fear of abandonment. Subconsciously, this is his way of being in control of what he views as his and those who he sees are in need of his help. This brings him alot of gratification and allows him to feel like he is in control, sometimes in an intrusive way.

Furthermore, When Tomas feels he is not being seen and recognized for his acts of kindness, this will further fuel his fear. When someone can do for themselves what he desires to do for them, he interprets this as a message that he is no longer needed, and therefore discarded.

Turn Off For A Potential Partner: Once Tomas has decided that you are the woman that he wants because you check all of his boxes and meet his needs, he will physically and emotionally latch onto his partner. He would want to be with her as much as he can. Tomas is a very physically affectionate person and will want to cuddle, hold hands and make out as much as possible. He loves frequently having sex as a way to pour himself into his partner and bond with her, and it helps him de-stress, so he will make sure that he gets this as much as possible. This may drain the woman, especially when she is tired or not in the mood.

If the woman isn’t on the same level as Tomas is regarding falling in love at his pace or is more reserved regarding his physical and emotional needs, is not ready to open up about the details of her life, or cannot be emotionally present for reasons ranging from business to tiredness to being with girlfriends, he can get frustrated, insecure, and extremely jealous, to which he will verbally express this making him come across as whiny. If she is careful with her body and not want to have sex during certain times of the month out of fear of unwanted pregnancy, Tomas may eventually accuse her of making excuses to not want to be intimate. In his mind, there must be something wrong with him or she may be falling out of love that she’s distancing herself from him. Repeated reassurances may fall on deaf ears as he may shut down and walk away, or argue her points in such a way to make her feel guilty. The woman may feel obligated to give in to soothe his fears and build resentment over time or she may have to end the relationship.

Tomas expects his partner to be able to pick up on what he is feeling and can’t shut down when his partner doesn’t. Because he fears abandonment, he can be emotionally selfish where he will emotionally manipulate his partner with guilt trips on how much he has done for her, her not appreciating him, and playing the victim to get reassurance and physical affection from her. This may make the woman feel like her efforts are not good enough, which affects her self-esteem, she may feel abused and and be emotionally drained to the point of apathy. Her pulling away from him will further trigger his fears and Tomas may cry and beg, promising to change. If she chooses to stay, things may get comfortable for the old habits to come back. If she walks away, Tomas may double down on his efforts, making it even harder for her to leave.

These behaviours only manifest behind closed doors when you are his person. Outside of that, things are normal to untrained eyes.

Healthy Tomas: If he is healthy and secure in himself and his partner, Tomas is the most giving to her beyond the physical. He will make her feel like she is his priority and she will feel emotionally safe and contained by him. He is empathetic and is attuned to her moods and needs. He also knows when he needs his space and can communicate clearly with his partner, and vice versa. He is also able to walk away from a toxic relationship or once he feels that a relationship has run its course while holding on to the good memories. Tomas is respectful of his partner’s refusal to be intimate for her reasons and will make sure that her needs are taken care of when she is tired or stressed while putting his feelings aside. He is a great friend and lover, and wants to build a family with his future wife when she is the one. He will make an excellent father and husband and would die to protect his family.

[yxlnst]

SEVENTEENS REACTION

🎀 : Baking a cake with them

🧸 : Fluff

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S.Coups 🍒

S.Coups, the leader and father-figure type, would be all about making sure you had everything you needed to bake successfully. He'd set up all the ingredients on the counter, checking them twice to ensure nothing was missing. He'd grin as you walked in, already wearing a colorful apron that he'd picked out just for you two. “Ready, chef?” he’d ask, giving you a playful wink.

As you started measuring ingredients, he'd joke about his precision skills, leaning close to read the measurements with you. “You sure that’s enough sugar? I think we could use a bit more.” And with that, he’d add a heaping tablespoon, making you laugh. While the cake was baking, he'd keep you entertained with stories, maybe even serenading you with a random love song, guitar in hand. When the cake came out, he’d be the first to offer a taste, his eyes lighting up as he praised your skills.

Jeonghan 😇

Jeonghan, the mischievous one, would make baking a fun challenge. As soon as you entered the kitchen, he'd be up to some prank, like hiding an ingredient or pretending to drop the eggs. You'd laugh and playfully hit his arm, but he'd flash that innocent smile, pretending like he did nothing wrong. “What? I’m just helping!” he'd say with a cheeky grin.

He'd be the type to take over the mixing bowl, claiming that his way was the best. You’d watch him work with confidence, adding just a little extra of this or that, insisting it would make the cake taste better. While the cake baked, he'd playfully tease you, maybe even swipe some frosting onto your nose, leading to a playful frosting fight. When the cake was ready, he'd cut you a large slice and insist you both share it, feeding each other bites as he made exaggerated “yum” noises.

Joshua 🦌

Joshua, the gentleman, would be all about making sure you were comfortable and having fun. He'd greet you at the kitchen door with a warm hug and an apron with little hearts on it, just for you. He’d set everything up neatly, making sure you had a clear space to work. “Let’s make this the best cake ever,” he'd say, giving you a soft smile.

As you worked, he'd be attentive, asking if you needed help with anything and offering gentle guidance. He'd make baking into a bonding experience, taking the time to chat about your day and listening intently. While the cake was baking, he'd suggest playing some soft music to set the mood, maybe even pulling you into a slow dance while you waited. When the cake was ready, he'd carefully cut a slice and offer it to you first, watching your reaction to see if you liked it, his eyes filled with affection.

Jun 🐱

Jun, the quiet charmer, would approach baking with a laid-back attitude. He'd be in the kitchen waiting for you, leaning against the counter with a relaxed smile. “Ready to bake something amazing?” he’d ask, handing you an apron with a simple design. He'd be attentive but not overbearing, letting you take the lead while offering occasional suggestions.

As you mixed the ingredients, he'd be at your side, helping to stir and watching you with a gentle gaze. He'd be the type to quietly enjoy the process, his calm demeanor making the whole experience feel soothing. When the cake was in the oven, he’d suggest relaxing on the couch with some tea, maybe watching a favorite show while it baked. Once it was ready, he’d carefully decorate the cake with you, ensuring it looked as good as it tasted. You’d share the first slice, with Jun giving you a warm smile as you tasted it.

Hoshi 🐯

Hoshi, the energetic and enthusiastic one, would turn baking into a lively event. As soon as you stepped into the kitchen, he’d be bouncing around, talking about how he planned to make the best cake ever. He'd hand you an apron with bright colors, making a big deal about how you both looked like professional chefs.

While you were mixing ingredients, he’d constantly make jokes and do little dance moves to keep the energy high. He'd be the type to make a mess, accidentally spilling flour or splattering cake batter, but he'd make it fun, laughing at his own clumsiness. During the baking process, he’d suggest playing some upbeat music and might even pull you into a dance-off in the kitchen.

When the cake was ready, he'd be the first to dive in, taking a big bite and exclaiming, “Delicious!” He'd insist on sharing the cake with you, each bite filled with laughter and his infectious energy.

Wonwoo 🐈‍⬛

Wonwoo, the calm and introspective type, would approach baking with a relaxed and thoughtful attitude. He'd have all the ingredients organized and ready for you, greeting you with a gentle smile as you entered the kitchen. “I think this is going to be a great cake,” he'd say, handing you an apron that was simple yet elegant.

While you worked on the cake, he'd be right by your side, assisting with the measuring and mixing. He'd make quiet but thoughtful comments, discussing the recipe and suggesting subtle changes to improve the flavor. His calm presence would make baking feel like a peaceful and enjoyable experience.

While the cake baked, he'd suggest reading a book together or just talking quietly about your day. Once the cake was ready, he'd carefully slice it and offer you a piece, watching your reaction with interest. He'd be the type to savor each bite, appreciating the taste and the time spent together.

Woozi 🍚

Woozi, the focused and detail-oriented one, would approach baking with a sense of precision and creativity. He'd greet you with a shy smile, handing you an apron that had a musical note design, a nod to his passion for music. “Let's make something special,” he'd say, already thinking about how to make the cake unique.

He'd be meticulous in measuring ingredients, ensuring everything was just right. As you worked together, he'd offer tips and suggestions, showing his creative side by suggesting unique flavors or decorations. While the cake was baking, he'd keep the conversation light and enjoyable, maybe sharing stories from his childhood or talking about his favorite songs.

Once the cake was ready, he'd take the lead in decorating, focusing on making it look perfect. He'd carefully add the final touches, ensuring it was visually stunning. When you tasted it together, he'd watch your reaction intently, hoping you liked the result. He'd give you a rare smile when you approved, clearly proud of your teamwork.

DK ⚔️

DK, the cheerful and outgoing one, would turn baking into a high-energy and joyful experience. He'd be in the kitchen, already singing along to upbeat music, and he'd greet you with a big smile and a warm hug. “Let’s make this cake amazing!” he'd say, handing you a brightly colored apron that matched his enthusiasm.

As you worked together, he'd keep the atmosphere light and fun, making jokes and breaking into song at random moments. He'd be quick to offer help, maybe a little too enthusiastic, accidentally causing small messes but always laughing it off. His energy would be infectious, making baking feel like a party.

While the cake was baking, he'd suggest playing a game or maybe even having a mini karaoke session, his voice filling the kitchen with joy. Once the cake was ready, he'd dive right in, taking a big bite and making exaggerated “mmm” noises. He'd share the cake with you, each bite filled with laughter and playful teasing.

Mingyu 🐶

Mingyu, the tall and charming one, would approach baking with a mix of confidence and playfulness. He'd be in the kitchen, setting up all the ingredients with a big smile on his face. He'd greet you with a warm hug and hand you an apron that was surprisingly stylish. “Ready to bake with the best?” he'd ask, playfully flexing his muscles to show off.

As you worked together, he'd be quick to take the lead, showing his natural flair for cooking. He'd offer tips and tricks, making you feel like a professional chef. While the cake was baking, he'd suggest taking a break to enjoy some snacks or drinks, making the waiting time feel like a mini-date.

Once the cake was ready, he'd take charge of decorating, using his creativity to make it look amazing. He'd playfully smear some frosting on your nose, laughing as you tried to get him back. When you tasted the cake, he'd be eager to hear your thoughts, hoping it met your expectations. His charming smile would light up when you approved, making the whole experience feel special.

The8 🐸

The8, the artistic and laid-back one, would bring a sense of calm and creativity to baking. He'd be in the kitchen, setting up everything neatly and efficiently. He'd greet you with a gentle hug and hand you an apron with a simple yet artistic design. “Let's create something beautiful,” he'd say, his voice soft and soothing.

As you worked together, he'd offer creative suggestions, like adding unique flavors or artistic decorations. He'd be patient and attentive, guiding you through the process with a relaxed demeanor. While the cake was baking, he'd suggest doing something artistic, like drawing or painting, to pass the time.

When the cake was ready, he'd take the lead in decorating, showing off his artistic flair. He'd carefully add the final touches, making sure the cake looked as good as it tasted. Once you tasted it together, he'd watch your reaction with interest, his calm smile indicating his approval. He'd make baking feel like a peaceful and creative experience.

Seungkwan 🍊

Seungkwan, the lively and extroverted one, would make baking a high-energy and entertaining experience. He'd be in the kitchen, already singing along to music, and he'd greet you with a big smile and a warm hug. “Let's bake something amazing!” he'd say, handing you an apron with a fun design.

As you worked together, he'd keep the atmosphere light and fun, constantly making jokes and breaking into song. He'd be quick to take over certain tasks, insisting he knew the best way to mix or measure. His energy would be infectious, making baking feel like a party.

While the cake was baking, he'd suggest playing a game or having a mini karaoke session, his voice filling the kitchen with energy and laughter. Once the cake was ready, he'd dive right in, taking a big bite and making exaggerated “mmm” noises, making you laugh. He'd share the cake with you, each bite filled with playful teasing and his infectious charm.

Vernon 👽

Vernon, the laid-back and cool one, would approach baking with a relaxed and easygoing attitude. He'd be in the kitchen, setting up the ingredients with a calm demeanor. He'd greet you with a friendly smile and a light hug, handing you an apron with a simple design. “Let's make this cake our own,” he'd say, showing you the setup he'd prepared.

As you worked together, he'd be attentive but not overbearing, letting you take the lead while offering occasional suggestions. His calm presence would make baking feel relaxing and enjoyable. While the cake was baking, he'd suggest listening to music or watching a show, making the waiting time feel chill and fun.

Once the cake was ready, he'd take the lead in decorating, showing his creative side by suggesting unique decorations or designs. He'd be the type to keep it simple yet stylish, focusing on the details to make it look just right. When you tasted the cake together, he'd give you a relaxed smile, enjoying the moment without much fuss.

Dino 🦖

Dino, the energetic and enthusiastic maknae, would make baking a lively and playful experience. He'd be in the kitchen, already bouncing around with excitement. He'd greet you with a big smile and a high-five, handing you an apron with a fun and youthful design. “Let’s make this cake awesome!” he'd say, his eyes filled with energy.

As you worked together, he'd be full of energy, constantly joking and making playful comments. He'd be the type to get a little too enthusiastic, accidentally causing small messes, but always laughing it off. While the cake was baking, he'd suggest playing a game or having a mini dance-off, his energy keeping things lively.

Once the cake was ready, he'd dive right in, taking a big bite and making exaggerated “mmm” noises, making you laugh. He'd share the cake with you, each bite filled with laughter and playful teasing. He'd turn the whole baking experience into a fun and memorable adventure, making you feel like you were on a joyful rollercoaster ride.

[ryllen]

" ... as soft as talking to a new born, the voice you dream your children would hear during their bed time stories ... "

[pearlcaddy]

LOCKWOOD & CO. 1.07

[wetwaluigi]

ZUBIX THE ZETI REF

wow i cant believe wet is posting ANOTHER oc ref🙄 this is one of my favorites so far i hope someone likes them some extra stuff below ↓↓↓

[windydrawallday]

A Caravan of Two

I have time without dedicating art to May the Fourth! And I have had this cooking since the past year for that reason x'D (I missed two years but I'm slowly integrating back my old busier annual art schedule).

These two are random OCs I put together and I like drawing them for the date. They don't have a name or a plot set at all but I like the idea of a messenger Pit Droid going on a quest with a Varactyl so, I find myself most of the time drawing them on random places.

And this rendering is too a break from my usual more polished one! I used to do it a lot for quick homage/fanart of different things I watched/rewatched during the year. I felt nostalgic while working on this for that reason.

[skitskatdacat63]

2009 Bahrain Grand Prix - Jenson Button(ft. Sebastian Vettel & Jarno Trulli)

[alltimewhat]

this is not new to say but i feel like the internet and social media and instant gratification have absolutely destroyed people's will and understanding of being uncomfortable. sometimes it's good to be uncomfortable. sometimes it's necessary. refusing to ever engage with ideas that make you uncomfortable will never get you anywhere but complicity and moral laziness

[captaincleverusernamehere]

I want to hug the new tardis interior. I want to lie down on the floor in there. I bet it’s the perfect temperature (I know Donna said it’s cold but I like it cold). Looking up at the lights while they’re moving and blinking would be a healing experience for me I think.

[sexynetra]

My beloved Rednetra has returned from war (being sick) and gone full red ❤️

[thedailycourtney]

I know it’s annoying to be that person, but ten days is way too long to be away from this sweet face.

[watery-melon-baller]

i need a fucminh. like beta. for this animatic dear god. tragically none of my irl friends are as abnormal about toh as I am and this thing is a digital mess that is completely incomprehensible if I try to export it in it's current state. hnggg

[urostakako]

i think the thing about kny i like most is while the writing is meh the atmosphere is so. pretty? the art is beautiful and the characters have like. a light in them? the colors in the anime and the manga and the way theyre used, and the way the settings are also drawn are so beautiful and each character has a nice smile and the art style is cute and idk what im trying to say ig its just visually so comforting? and its such a vibe

[fairyzar]

the older i get the more confused i become in regards to my identity.