#don't even know if this makes sense but it is what it is

[navybrat817]

Fall for Me

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky doesn't think he's good enough for you, but still wishes he could be your guy. Word Count: Over 1.4k Warnings: Longing, insecurities, "just friends" (for now), Steve is a good friend, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: We'll call this a Friday Feels inspired by a nonnie.❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It was a special kind of torture for Bucky to watch the person he loved flirt with someone else.

To be fair, he couldn't say for sure that you were flirting. Being friendly? Yes. You had a warm and welcoming personality, the kind he was drawn to the moment you two crossed paths months ago. One of the things he loved about you was how genuine you were. It was only natural that you pulled others in as well. Your compassion, charm, beauty, everything called to him.

You were the whole package, inside and out.

“What the hell am I doing here?” He muttered. He hadn't wanted to go to the bar, but Steve assured him it was a hole-in-the-wall sort of place. Not a lot of patrons on a night like this. Somewhere no one would bother them. He added at the last second that you were going.

Bucky grabbed his leather jacket to go as soon as those words left Steve’s mouth.

Instead of having a drink with you like he wanted or just talking, he simmered in silence in a booth while you stood at the bar. He narrowed his eyes as the guy you were talking to moved an inch closer. A bit too close for his liking.

Steve said his name was Will. They had met each other at some point in passing. Short blonde hair and a trimmed beard. Ex-military, but still built like he had a war to fight. Behind the guy’s blue eyes lurked pain, guilt, and regret that most would miss due to his general stoic demeanor. Bucky could relate all too well to horrors that haunted even the strongest of men.

But when Will looked at you, his eyes lit up. They held a sense of longing. Hope.

Once again, Bucky could relate all too well because that was how he looked at you.

“You’re doing that staring thing again,” Steve said, grabbing a beer from the bucket and setting it down in front of him. “Just talk to her.”

Bucky took a swig, but didn't take his eyes off you. He was afraid if he looked away that Will might convince you to leave with him. “Talk to her about what?”

His best friend sighed. “You know what.”

Steve knew how he felt about you. Talking about his feelings wasn't easy, but he had to tell his best friend. And it wasn't the first time Steve encouraged him to speak up. He said you had the right to know so the two of you could figure out how to move forward, whether as a couple or just friends, instead of dancing around it.

But how could Bucky admit how he felt when he didn't deserve someone like you?

“There’s nothing to talk about,” he said.

“Bullshit.”

“We're friends,” Bucky stated. The words tasted as bitter as the beer he sipped. No, not bitter. He couldn't feel that way just because he had a piece of you when he wanted all of you.

Was he selfish for that?

He nearly shattered the bottle in his hand when you giggled at whatever Will said. Something akin to jealousy settled in his chest and he had no right to feel that way. The two of you weren't together. You were single and didn't owe him a thing.

But he knows if you gave him a chance, he’d treat you well. Better than any other guy before him. He would do his best to make you happy. Maybe that wasn't enough.

“Will is a good guy, but he isn't you, Buck. You’re still one of the best guys I know,” Steve said.

“You don't have to kiss my ass, punk,” he muttered, immediately regretting it. He was only trying to help and God knows he had done more than enough for him over the years.

Steve shook his head. “And you don't have to feel sorry for yourself, jerk.”

“I’m not,” he whispered. Maybe he was. He was sorry for so many things.

As if you sensed his sadness, you looked over your shoulder and met his gaze. You smiled at him, the kind of smile that stole the very breath from his lungs and made his head spin. He wanted to believe it was a smile you reserved only for him. And the softness in your beautiful eyes, he imagined he could see his future in them.

Could you see the endless love he had for you in his?

His heart ached when you turned away and put your hand on Will’s arm. Of course, you were attracted to the guy. Why wouldn’t you be? The thought of you kissing him though, being intimate with him? He felt sick enough to finally look away.

Bucky glanced at his distorted reflection in the beer bottle. A long time ago, he would've called himself handsome. Not because he was full of himself, but because he knew himself then. He knew how to walk the line between confidence and cockiness. He was full of life and wonder once. Now the weight of his sins showed in how he carried himself.

Sins you never judged him for.

“Jamie? Are you okay?”

Steve nudged him, snapping him out of his thoughts. He was so lost in his mind that he hadn’t heard you call out to him. He should’ve known since you were the only one who called him Jamie. When he looked up from his seat, he saw that you were no longer standing next to Will as he was still at the bar. And there was nothing but concern in your gaze as you set your drink down on the table.

“What? What happened?” He asked, not smooth at all.

Your eyes flickered to Steve and then back at him. “I asked if you’re okay. You don’t look too well.”

“Not feeling so great,” he said, which wasn’t a lie. “This place…”

“Oh,” you said, sliding into the booth beside him. He inhaled, your sweet scent soothing the pain in his heart and making it race all at once. “Well, why don’t we head out? There’s no reason to stay if you don’t want to stay.”

He gently smiled. You were always willing to go with the flow and change plans if things ever got too loud or too much for him. “I’m fine. Besides, you just got your drink and you haven’t had a chance to play pool with Sam or Natasha,” he argued. He didn’t want to spoil your night.

You put your hand on his arm, but it seemed different than when you touched Will’s arm. This was tender, soothing. “If being here is making you uncomfortable, then I don’t feel like sticking around. They’ll understand. Steve, please, back me up on this.”

“She’s right. You two should go,” Steve said, conveniently leaving himself and the others out of the equation.

Bucky spared Will a glance, who was now talking to the guys he went into the bar with. He swallowed hard before the next words left his mouth. “What about your new friend?”

“You are my friend, Jamie,” you said. He winced inwardly at the reminder. Friends. You were just friends. “Don’t worry about him. Let’s just go. How about a movie at your place? Something low-key so you feel better.”

“You sure?” He asked, wondering just how eager he looked to leave with you.

“I’m sure,” you smiled, making his heart warm again.

“Okay. You convinced me,” he said. Not that it would’ve taken much. Your smile could bend the will of just about anyone.

“You know, I hear healthy conversations are also good to help people feel better,” Steve chimed in, earning an elbow to the side from Bucky.

You raised an eyebrow and slid out of the booth. “Yeah. Sure. Jamie and I can have a healthy conversation and you all enjoy the rest of the night.” You offered Bucky a hand to help him out. He didn’t want to let go. “C’mon. We have a movie waiting for us.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Bucky teased, proud of himself when you giggled.

Steve gave him an optimistic smile and he couldn’t help but return it. He wasn’t sure if Will had given you his number or if you planned to see him, but maybe he’d take a chance and tell you he had fallen for you. Maybe, if he was lucky, you had fallen for him, too.

Just maybe.

And maybe, just maybe, this could be a thing? Did Will give you his number? Will Bucky say how he feels? What's going to happen? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[two-white-butterflies]

★ — lights will guide you home | carlos sainz and multi

Description: Trying to find love after your ex-fiancee told you that his mistress makes him happier. How hard could it be?

part two of it was all yellow

Pairing: actress!singer!reader/multi (undecided), actress!singer!reader/carlos sainz (past).

Trope: Secret Baby Trope

Disclaimer: Everything written in this fanfic holds no truth about anyone's personality or actions. It is made purely for entertainment.

A/N: this part will mainly focus on the main character and her relationship with pablo, while setting things up with her future love interest + angst with carlos?🤔

carlossainz55: Everyday Magic! I love you baby.

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ynnationlovebears: GIRL...

because.official: aww he looks so cute hubs 🥺 - carlossainz55: ❤️

iggyagaelabeef2: OH MY GOD SHE'S GOING TO KILL U

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The situation was awkward. Pablo was wise beyond his years, he understood the situation - but his difficulty understanding it was obvious. He wasn't comfortable around Carlos, who until yesterday didn't even exist in his little world.

"Give him time." you comforted the older man.

It felt strange, comforting a man who was the reason of your sorrow. He was the reason that you didn't feel confident in your own skin, in your own face, because he thought that someone was better.

You spent these past years trying to look for the faults that he found inside of you, because if he could cheat on you, the next one could.

"Until yesterday, he didn't even know that you existed." you scoffed, attempting to avoid his guilty stare. "I don't know what I'm looking for - or what he likes. Children are a tough crowd." he chuckled nervously, mentally cursing Kirkman for leaving the both of you.

There was a silence, only interrupted by the slight sound of rain on the background. It was obvious that you had nothing in common. You had no desire with being friends with him. "I posted him on instagram, is that fine?" he broke through the thick atmosphere.

You licked your chapped lips.

"Yeah."

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notdanielricciardopriv: this is so scary 😭

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notmaxv33: Slendrina - notynln: a lotta nerve from someone singing gagadegadao with my son ??

landofanbasebutreallandonorris: IM SO SCARED RIGHT NOW PLEASE DON'T KIDNAP ME - notynln: 😭

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ynworldupdates: I literally don't understand why Carlos Sainz Jr. decided to cheat on the most beautiful woman in the whole universe 😭😭 like SHE LITERALLY PLAYS TARGARYENS FOR A LIVING MAN!!

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birdsofafeather83: literally mother mary incarnate

holypoodlesticks: i want this woman to play a divine goddess

alex_lnc: that's why i love women, men will always CHEAT

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floppiana83: "that makes her a good friend" MAX YOU ARE NOT SLICK HAHAHAHAHAHA

arianabanana: And they get married and have kids

inchident01: go to 2:01 I'm sensing a crush

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"Charles told me that you were ignoring Carlos' messages." Daniel sits beside me, his face filled with concern.

"I didn't know how to react, okay." you groaned.

A few days ago Carlos posted a picture of Pablo. Your son's face was in full view, everyone began to critique his features - even the looksmaxxing community had a lot to say. It was a boy! A child!

"If you didn't want him posting P - then you should've told him in the first place." he responded, trying to play devil's advocate. It only added more to your fury. "The deed was done, someone probably already saved it - I couldn't just ask Carlos to delete the picture."

"- plus, you know how I get with confrontation." you breathed.

He was about to respond, but he sees your crestfallen face. The same curve of your lips that you miserably wore when you lost a game of UNO, or lost an acting role that you've been pining for.

"I hate him for what he did, but I miss him like a little kid. He makes me feel so stupid and useless."

" - when I'm around him, I can't help but think about my mistakes. I could've been better - maybe then, Pablo would have both of his parents." you sobbed, burying your face in his chest.

Daniel takes a deep breath.

"It shouldn't come from me ... but it's tough being a mother. Carlos can afford to make mistakes, no one will hate him for it - but it's unfair once you're the one who does." he comforted.

Between all your friends, Daniel was the only one who knew how to comfort another person. He was a blessing. A warm teddy bear.

"I-I just wanted to give Pablo the change of having privacy. His father and I never had that as kids. I know how tough it is being in the spotlight, I thought he'd understand." you sighed.

This was another lesson.

"I'll tell him next time." you nodded to yourself. A human being can make mistakes, but as a mother, it's best to not have any.

I've got to learn how to put my foot down.

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yn.ln: a lot of you don't know this but me and @maxverstappen go way back.. i've seen the interview, thank you for calling me a good friend 🤣💚 ps. we first met each other when we were 5 and i'm pretty sure he forgot about me until we met again at 17 🤣

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helaenaslawyer: OH MY GOD ?? SHE LOOKED LIKE RHAENYRA WHEN SHE WAS A KID...THE HOTD CASTING DEPARTMENT NEVER MISSED

emmadarcy: OMG 🔥

maxieworldf1: never beating the sibling allegations

maxverstappen: Have you always been that short? - yn.ln: uhuh mr. tall king? lols

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Carlos was taking snaps of Pablo on his new Kodak camera. The little boy seemed to enjoy being the subject of his father's photos. Daniel nudges your elbows, encouraging you to speak up. "Carlos, will you be posting that on social media?" you inquired.

He looked up with a smile - the smile that used to have you weak on your knees, now instead leaving you with neutral feelings. "If it's okay with you?" his eyebrows merged into each other.

"Uh I actually would prefer it if Pablo stays off the media for a few years, just until he's old enough to make his own decisions." the words slipped out of your mouth like a dam.

His eyebrows raised upwards, surprised.

"Oh I'm sorry that makes sense." his voice sounded defeated, but he quickly returns to playing with his son. You lean back on the sun-bed, flashing Daniel a winning smile. "That was surprisingly easy." you leaned back, watching as he takes a sip of his piña colada.

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yn.ln: this is so 2014 core 🕷 📸 shot by p

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helaenaworld: this awakened something within me

holdmybeer: pedro alonso, stephanie beatriz, cm punk, carlos sainz I GET YOU...

bandanaqueef: O M G O M G O M G

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formulaonewagsupdate: because and y/n l/n in one boat?

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becausefanbase: i get it why carlos cheated HAHAHA

hotpotcentauri: Why does Y/N always look so awk? - ynlncloset: y/n l/n does not belong to you because, mainstream media and parties do... - callmeadefender: She's literally the most charming of all of the ladies in that boat 💀

babyohh: to be a fly on the wall during that yacht ride.

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thanks for the support guys. pt. 3 will focus on the yacht ride.

IDEAS FOR THE FUTURE ENDGAME ARE STILL OPEN, JUST BECAUSE THIS CHAPTER IS MAX AND DAN CENTRIC DOESN'T 100% MEAN THAT THOSE DRIVERS ARE ENDGAME.

[heck-theo]

Okokokokok- ignore how rough and messy some of these redraws/sketches are - but it's apparently also dinosaur month?? (WHY did no one ever tell me it's Jurassic June? I love dinosaurs) And like. What if Rise but dinosaurs?!

I don't often post such loose sketches but I wanted to show these off cause I really like some of this.

Design choices and dino species + the reasons I picked them bellow (looking for potential Donnie dino suggestions):

Clothes: Without the shell they really need clothes. They'd all have pretty much the same pants to keep some unity, except maybe Mikey (I decided they should all have the same pants after I finished the Mikey sketches, not sure if I'll keep the shorts or change to pants). Accessories are a mix of pre and post finale.

Raph - I think would keep it simple and practical but would also wear nice jackets and stuff when in casual situations. I need to work on giving him an alternative outfit and tweak his accessories a bit.

Donnie - An oversized pull-over hoodie cause we already know he loves that shit. We see him wearing it all the time. Easy enough. He wears a comfortable singlet underneath so the straps of his battle sail don't rub. Nice soft fabric, tight fit so it doesn't move around, tucks it into his pants, etc. When he wears the battle sail he won't overheat so he can wear hoodies basically all year round.

Leo - He's in one of those shirts with obnoxiously large arm holes and make it cropped cause 1. I think he would 2. I want it to be different from Raph and Donnie's singlets. He usually wears the shoulder strap off his shoulder but pulls it up when he needs to. He has some of the black bandages over his mid drift atm but I might just make his pants super high waisted in the final version. He'd probably wear a bomber jacket (also cropped?) over the top for cool weather, but doesn't like to hide his feathers.

Mikey - I think he'd mostly wear hand me downs when he's younger. He definitely goes through a stage of rebelling and wanting to pick his own and would find a middle ground of appreciating sharing some of his brother's clothes and modifying them, as long as he has the choice of his own available. Not sure if that would be before or after this design. At the moment he's got Raph's old shorts (from a loooong time ago), Leo's old shirt, and Donnie's old zip up hoodie. He does have his own accessories though, including pins instead of stickers.

Dinosaurs: I kept them all as non-avian dinosaurs, AKA not including animals that are colloquially considered dinos but aren't (like pterosaurs). I wanted to keep an even split of herbivore vs carnivore just so one wasn't the odd one out. I wanted to keep most of their body structure, colours and distinguishing features the same as canon. Obviously I added tails cause, yeah, of course haha. I did want them to be recognisable as different species of dino using distinct characteristics that their species is known for. I did ignore a lot of differences though, like size and bipedal vs quadruped (although the quadrupeds might be more likely to go to all fours, especially when fighting or afraid). Leo and Donnie are carnivores so have sharper teeth and claws.

Raph - Some kind of Ceratopsian (likely Triceratops or something very similar) and he was the first idea I had for this and I'm really happy with it. I think it just suits him. Trike Raph just came to me in an unprecedented moment of genius. His spikey frill replicates his spikey shell. His sturdiness, protectiveness and willingness to kick ass when needed, all scream trike to me.

Donnie - Spinosaurus but looking for other species recommendations. More details below: So I wanted to figure out a way for him to have tech with a similar function to his battle shell (in the sense that it's something that helped him in day to day life) and so I went with spino cause one possible theory about a function of spinosaurus' sail is temperature regulation. So his battle sail has heating/cooling systems as well as other tech. A spino's sail was probably not fragile but the battle sail would also help protect it from being targeted during fights or crushed during extreme impacts. It was also thought to be used for display, and what's more of a display than a battle sail? The only problem I have with this is that it's lacking part of what makes Donnie's battle shell so great, which is that it is essentially a prosthetic. Not quite the same as how prosthetics are used in people of course, just in the sense that it is replicating the functionality of a body part that he doesn't have (I can't think of a better word). Well he does have a shell but it doesn't function in the same way that his brothers shells do, which leaves him with less defense than they have, hence a big reason for the battle shell (I hope I explained this well, it was hard to try and word properly). I can't think of a good way to do this with dinos. I was thinking of a carno or something with tiny arms, then Donnie could have tech enhanced arms but I'm pretty much ignoring body structure in the others so it would be weird to have just Donnie be affected by a difference in limb structure/functionality. I was thinking prosthetic tail but every non avian dinosaur had a pretty substantial tail. Except therizinosaurus but even they hade pretty obvious tails. I'm open to suggestions for this one if anyone has ideas. It does have to be an extinct non-avian dinosaur (anything not in Avialae), preferably carnivore but if someone suggests a really good herbivore or omnivore then I can try and swap Mikey for a carnivore. I want there to be an even split. I also wanted to give him something different on his face, like his brothers, and that could only be a little spino crest and it crowds the top of his head but I can't put it anywhere else...

Leo - A type of Dromaeosaur. I was tossing up between this and a dilophosaur where his red stripes were part of the dilo's crest, cause I wasn't sure about giving him feathers. But dilo Leo was so plain compared to the rest and the crests were hard to get looking right so I went back to raptor Leo. I can definitely imagine him literally and metaphorically preening his feathers too. You can't really see it but he does also have that big raptor claw. Raptors were smart, tactical and worked in packs so I think that suits him. I wasn't specifically referencing how some artists draw Leo's stripes coming off his face (I was just trying to replicate his stripes somehow, even though it doesn't make a huge amount of sense) but I realised afterwards that it kinda looks like that and might have been subconsciously inspired by it.

Mikey - Is an Ankylosaur. I'm pretty happy with the species but I need to work out the design of his armour plating so that it looks interesting, cool and protective but isn't too chunky, too pointy or super lumpy looking. I went with an anky cause Mikey is often hiding in his shell and he can't do the same here but he could curl up in a defensive ball. Plus I could imagine him using his tail club in his razzmatazz fighting style. A little like his kusari-fundo or nunchacku/nunchucks (not sure on proper wording).

[mssainz]

PART 13 | AFTER FIVE YEARS

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Reader

Summary: Carlos Sainz finally met his son he had with her ex-wife, Y/N.

Warning: None

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"Mama, I miss Papa. When can we see him again?" Cael asked you. You two flew back to your home after the small gathering with the other drivers. Your DM is swarming with messages of happiness and hatred from Carlos’ fans. It's been a while since you've been active on your public account, and it makes you want to close it now.

"I don't know, baby, I'm sorry. Papa is probably busy with his race. But, do you want to call him, my love?" You asked.

"Yes, Mama! Yes!" Cael excitedly requested. Although Carlos tries to call or text you regarding your son, Cael just can't help but be attached to his father.

After a few rings, Carlos finally picked up his phone. "Hello, who's this?" the voice of a woman answered his phone.

What the heck?

You immediately ended the call and put down your phone. Pain and betrayal start filling your mind the moment you drop the call. Cold sweats gush out of your skin that makes your world stop for a moment. "Mama, what's wrong?" Cael curiously asked, looking at you with worried eyes.

"Nothing, baby. It's just…. Papa can't be reached right now. Maybe he's busy at the moment. Let's try again another time. Is that fine with you?"

"Okay, Mama. That's alright, maybe Papa is busy with his stuff," Cael replied while pouting. You can feel the longing in his eyes. He was excited to call his father but almost ended up talking to his father's mistress.

What the heck was that, Carlos? You said you wanted to try, but you're still messing around with another woman. God, I almost fell for it.

“Hey, stop killing that chicken that's already dead,” Elle said when she sat next to you at the hospital’s cafeteria. You are just immensely shredding the chicken breast on your plate.

“What's wrong? You're so grumpy today. Red days?” your best friend asks. She has been sensing your frustration even in the ER this morning.

“Grumpy? What are you talking about? I'm not grumpy,” You replied, as you dig into your food and stuff it into your mouth.

“Dude, you keep slamming things since this morning. You make me dizzy from all the roaming and hoarding of patients. You only do that when you're frustrated and want to keep your mind occupied. What's the deal?” Elle said. You paused for a moment and hesitated to talk about it.

“Well, I have this friend, his ex-boyfriend wants to get back to her and she almost believed him. It turns out that he is still messing around with other women,” YN explained.

“You mean, Carlos?”

“Yes, I mean no! This is not about me, okay. It's about my friend, a friend,” YN denied.

“Okay, okay, chill. I have never seen you so frustrated for a friend. So what did Carlitos do? He wants to get back to you?,” Elle said, teasing YN. She knows she's talking about Carlos. YN doesn't have many friends and it's so unlikely for her to be furious about someone else's problem. The least thing she will do is be bothered with someone else's life when she already has too much on her plate.

YN rolled her eyes. “You know what, whatever,” YN finished her food and went back to the ER, leaving Elle laughing her ass off.

You kept yourself busy the entire day, had duty at the hospital, and bonded with your son. But, you were low-key waiting for Carlos to return your call. "Mama, I miss Papa. Do you miss him too?" Cael asked as you tucked him into bed.

Cael, you and your questions. I don't miss him. Why would I? He is just handsome and irresistible but he's still a cheater and a liar. So why would I?

"Uhm, probably not as much as you do," YN said, playing it safe.

"Yeah, is he still busy, Mama?"

"I think so, my love," but you actually don't know if he is really busy with work or with her.

The next morning was your day off. You slept an hour more than your usual wake-up time and then got up to prepare breakfast for yourself and Cael. It's rare for you to do this because you have your mom, who always gets up earlier than anyone else in this house. But, now that she is on vacation with her siblings, you are the one to do it.

You were enjoying your iced coffee when someone knocked on your door, almost banging it down. "Who the heck is banging someone else's door so early?" YN hissed and walked towards the door.

The door revealed your ex-husband panting, almost fainting. "Carlos? What are yo.."

"It was the new PR staff," Carlos blurted out while catching his breath.

"Ha? What are you talking about?"

"We were filming something yesterday, and.. and I.. forgot my phone. That's when you called, and she… happened.. to answer it. So.. I came here to assure you that I'm not.. I'm not cheating on you and Cael," Carlos explained, still panting. You stand frozen in front of him, not knowing what to say.

"Can I enter? I badly need water," He continued. You walked him to the kitchen and handed him a glass of water. "Ugh, thank you," he replied after gulping every single drop from the glass.

"You could have told me over the phone. You don't have to fly over here just to tell me about that. As if I care who the heck you are dating," YN said.

"But, I do care about what you're thinking. And do you think you’ll believe that she was just a staff if I just told you over the phone? I don't think so," Carlos replied.

He's right about that. Point taken.

"Whatever. Why the heck are you panting anyway?" YN said, changing the topic.

"Because the crazy godfather of our child gave me the wrong address. I knocked on someone’s door only to know that your house is still a few miles away. So I had to walk here, almost run,” Carlos explained, exaggerating the distance he had to walk. And you just laughed at him.

“Is this crazy godfather's name, Daniel Ric?,” YN asked, still laughing at him. Carlos gave her a nod. “I bet he was already sleepy when you texted him.”

“Yeah, probably. But, I still hate him, he made me walk so far,” Carlos replied.

“Papa?” Cael walked into the kitchen with his hair messy from sleeping.

“Good morning, bud,” Carlos said and approached his son. “You're here,” Cael said, resting his head on his father's shoulders.

“Yes, baby, Papa’s here. You're not dreaming,” Carlos chuckled while rubbing Cael's back. “You're not busy anymore?” Cael asked.

“I’m still busy, but I just wanted to see you and Mama,” Carlos said, looking at you. It made you choke on your coffee.

Why are you looking at me like that? Bastard, I almost swallowed an ice cube.

You hadn't finished your coffee when your phone rang. It was a call from the hospital.

“Bitch!” Doc Elle from the other line said.

“Whoa, where's the hi and hello,”

“Well, hello, bitch, I know you're on your day off right now. But there's a vehicular accident involving a bus, and five SUVs. They're bringing them all here. And I kinda need a hand here. If you're still frustrated, now's your time to hoard some patients” You could hear the scream for help from your best friend.

“Why does it always happen on my day off?” YN whispered in annoyance.

“Just come, please. I need your help,” Elle requested. You could hear chaos from the other line. It seemed like the patients were beginning to arrive.

“Okay, I'll be there in a minute,” You replied before ending the call.

Wait, mom’s not here. Who's going to take care of Cael?

Your eyes moved towards Carlos. “What?” Carlos said, confused why you were looking at him without saying anything.

“I need to go to the hospital,” You replied.

“Okay?” Carlos replied, waiting for you to continue. “Can you take care of Cael for today? Here's his routine. I listed everything here that you must know. Please?” You gave him Cael's schedule and routine throughout the day. You had written it for your mom whenever you're not around.

“You don’t need to ask for it. Don’t worry, I’ll take over today,” Carlos said.

You immediately put on your scrubs and grabbed the keys to your car. “I'm sorry, baby. There's an accident, and Mama is needed at the hospital. Papa will take care of you today. So behave, okay? I'll be back later. I love you,” You said, before kissing your son goodbye.

“Take good care of him, okay?” You reminded Carlos. “Don't worry, I'll take care of him. Drive safely,” Carlos said, in return.

“Yeah, I will. Thanks,” You said before finally leaving the house. You went to the actual location of the accident to attend to patients who were still there.

Carlos read what was on Cael's schedule. “Breakfast, vitamins, shower…” Carlos was amused by how organized it was. “Your mom really wrote them in detail,” Carlos whispered.

“Bud, let's take a shower,” Carlos said to his son who was now playing with his toys. “No, Papa, I still want to play plus the water is cold. I don't wanna,” Cael replied.

“You can play after you take a shower, my love,” Carlos said, trying to persuade his son.

“No, Papa. No,” Cael resisted, pouting at his father and hiding in the corner of his room. After a few negotiations and a little bit of running around the house, Carlos finally got Cael to shower.

God, I only fed Cael and took him to shower. It is already exhausting. This is more strenuous than working out. - Carlos

Carlos let him choose what to wear and put it on him. “I badly need a shower too,” Carlos whispered. “What did you say, Papa?” Cael said.

“Nothing, bud. Uhm, let's go to the mall. Papa just flew here, so I didn't pack any clothes with me,” Carlos explained.

“That's fun. Let's go to the mall, Papa!” Cael excitedly agreed.

Carlos bought a few pairs of clothes. He had to fly back for the race weekend and other promotion schedules. “Bud, stay with Papa, okay? Don’t let go of my hand. I can’t lose you here, your mom will kill me, understand?” Carlos said, reminding his fully-charged son. Cael nodded at him with a smile on his face.

He did not only buy clothes for himself but also for Cael. “Papa, look! Sunflowers. Shall we buy some for Mama? She loves them,” Cael said, stopping in front of a flower shop.

“Yeah, sunflowers. How do you know she loves sunflowers?” Carlos curiously asked his son. Carlos used to buy them for YN when they're still together. “She buys them for herself. Mama said they brighten her mood whenever she looks at them.” Carlos smiled in return for what his son said. “Okay, let’s buy and arrange them at home, okay?”

Cael and Carlos arranged the sunflowers and placed them in a vase in the dining area and the living room. He then took care of Cael, bathed him, and changed his clothes for bedtime.

Carlos lay beside Cael’s bed. “Papa, I had fun today. Thank you for the clothes and toys you got me. I love them,” Cael said.

“I’m glad you like them, bud,” Carlos said. A loud silence then followed. After a few minutes, Carlos thought that Cael was already asleep but when he looked at him, his eyes were still wide awake. Cael just giggled at the way his father peeked at him. “I can’t believe you still have the energy to laugh at me, Cael.” Carlos said making Cael giggle.

“Stop giggling, little man. Close your eyes,” Carlos said, before closing his eyes too.

“Papa, I don't know who to marry,” Cael blurted out of nowhere.

“Hmm? You don't know who to marry? Why are you thinking about that too early?” Carlos said and leaned closer to his son.

“I don't know, Papa. I just wonder who I'm gonna marry someday.” Cael replied, eliciting a laugh from Carlos.

“Don't worry, bud, when you get older and wiser, you'll know who to marry. You'll meet her maybe not now but in the future. I'm sure you'll find her, the right person for you to marry,” Carlos tried to explain it to him.

“But how? How would I know if I already found her?” Cael replied.

“How? Hmm, your heart will tell you, bud,”

“My heart will tell me? But my heart can't speak,” Carlos laughed at his child's innocence and purity.

“Yeah, but you'll just know it, bud. If she makes you happy, if she makes you feel safe, if she loves you, despite your strengths and weaknesses. If she loves everything about you. If she takes care of you and you take care of her,”

“Like Mama, Papa?” Cael replied that made Carlos taken aback.

“Yeah, like Mama, bud,”

“I want to marry someone like Mama, Papa,”

“Me too, bud. Me too ,”

Little did the boys know, YN had just got back from work and was listening to their conversation the whole time at the other side of the door.

Me too Carlos. Me too.

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[comicaurora]

I'm not a writer whatsoever and am currently listening to the OSPod Publishing special, and was really intruiged by your description of your character-driven stories as being similar to a DnD campaign. Could you please elaborate a bit on what you mean by "it's good when the characters surprise you"? It's likely an obvious writer thing, but I would've thought that an author wouldn't be surprised by where their story or characters go since, well, they're the one writing it. Regardless the comic is amazing so however confusing your process may be to me personally it's clearly effective

It's a little bit difficult to explain!

A lot of the writing process is just sitting down and writing it - laying out the setpieces, describing what the characters do, writing and tweaking the dialogue for impact. But in my experience, the vast majority of the REAL writing process happens internally, and large chunks of it are out of conscious reach of the writer. This unreachable space is where new ideas form, and why no writer has ever been able to answer the question "where do you get your ideas from?"

This is why a writer can beat their head against writers block for weeks at a time, then wake up one day with a solution and the entire next chunk of storyline fully formed. My dad calls this phenomenon "the better writer in the back of your head." A lot of the creative process doesn't happen in the front of your mind, where your ego and your inner voice live. Most of it is deeper down. This is how your mind is capable of surprising you in any context, including dreams or unexpected emotional reactions - your mind is a lot larger than just the parts you can consciously feel.

When I put a character in a situation, I can make a conscious decision for what they'll do and then execute it, but I can also listen for ideas bubbling out of that inaccessible region of my mind. Most character ideas start out as a small set of conscious decisions on the part of the writer - "I'll make him a classical hero with a strong sense of justice" or "she'll be a strong but weary leader putting on a brave face" or "I'm playing an edgy rogue with a dark past" etc etc, quick and basic elevator pitches. But the characters come alive when they're allowed to grow down into the inaccessible parts of the mind, where consciousness gives way to emotions bubbling up from even deeper processes. Once the characters are allowed to start feeling things about their story - like "maybe that classical hero doesn't actually feel great about the lord they serve" or "the weary leader has an endless wellspring of vengeful rage to keep her going when she falters," more creative ideas for their next move start bubbling up. Things that don't flow logically from their elevator pitch, but make sense for the character that grows out of that pitch as they're allowed to engage with the world and story around them.

The way I build characters puts a focus on how they're feeling in any given situation, which is completely separate from what I, the writer of the plot, need them to do to move the plot in the direction I was planning. So sometimes I'll be writing something, and a little bubble of inspiration will pop up and let me know that, unexpectedly, this situation is really getting to one of the characters. And I can choose to keep them on track, or I can let their internal compass take over and see what makes the most sense to them at that moment of the story.

Characters are not real people, and they aren't as large or complex as a human mind, but in my experience, if you build a character solidly enough and give yourself room to play, they will grow down into your subconscious wellspring of creativity, and your mind will volunteer ideas to you using their voice. You don't need to use them, but it's very useful to cultivate them, because sometimes those ideas are better than anything you could consciously stick together in the public-spacing front of your mind.

[taurasiluvr]

OMG PHONE SEX WITH CAITLIN 😣😣💕💕 NEED THAT

#needthat

 ⠀ ── ⠀warnings ;; nsfw under the cut, mdni. fingering, praise.

"been thinking about you all day, baby." caitlin's words came from your phone, her voice rough with exhaustion.

you smiled at her words as you pulled the phone closer to your ears. "yeah, me too, baby."

she'd been gone for only 3 days but those 3 days felt like an eternity, that was one of the negatives of dating a professional athletes. you wish you could come with her on away-games but unfortunately, you couldn't and had to settle for watching your girlfriend through the screen.

"good," she continued before pausing. "couldn't get you outta my head, sweet girl. everyone is teasing me about how distracted i am, but i don't care. they just don’t get it, how much i miss you."

you felt a warmth spread through you at her words, the longing and love evident in her voice. "miss you too, cait. it’s been so quiet here without you."

there was a comfortable silence as you felt your eyes flutter shut until you heard caitlin's frustrated sigh through the phone. "fuck, need you so bad baby."

you knew exactly what that noise meant, a smirk curving your lips as your stomach twisted in need. "yeah?"

"yeah," caitlin sighed again, you could practically see her expression. "you're my good luck charm, what am i supposed to do without you giving me good luck head before games?" her voice was laced with amusement but you could sense her frustration.

your cheeks flushed at her words, your body responding instantly. "i guess you'll just have to win this one for me," you teased, trying to keep your voice steady.

caitlin groaned, the sound low and throaty. "you know that's not fair, babe. you're making it really hard to focus."

"am i?" you asked innocently, biting your lip to suppress a giggle.

"yeah, you are," she admitted, her voice dropping an octave. "can't stop thinking about how i'm gonna fuck you senseless when i get back,"

you swallowed hard at the seriousness in her voice. "yeah?"

she chuckled. "yeah, princess. gonna fuck you so good, you won't be able to walk straight after."

"caitlin," you breathed, feeling your face flush as you began to toy with the hem of your pajama shorts.

"yeah, baby?" caitlin's voice was full of heat, and you could almost feel her breath against your ear.

you bit your lip, the tension between you palpable even through the phone. "i need you," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper.

"need you too," she responded, the sound of her shifting on her bed sending shivers down your spine. "fuck, gonna touch yourself for me, sweetheart? can you do that for me?"

your heart raced as you complied, slipping your finger to your underwear, sighing. "yeah," you said, your voice trembling with anticipation.

"good girl," she praised, and you could hear the approval in her voice. "now, touch yourself. imagine it's me, baby."

you let out a shaky breath, your hand moving between your legs, fingers teasing your folds. "caitlin," you moaned softly, your body responding to her words.

"that's it, baby," she encouraged, her voice rough with desire. "tell me how it feels."

"so good," you whispered, your fingers moving in slow circles. "wish it was you."

"me too, princess," caitlin groaned, the sound of her own heavy breathing making your arousal spike. "can't wait to get my hands on you. to feel how wet you are for me."

you whimpered, your movements becoming more urgent as you circled your clit. "'m so wet, cait. thinking about you has me soaked."

"fuck," she growled, the sound almost feral. "want you so bad. keep going, baby. cum for me."

you bit your lip, your body teetering on the edge. "'m close," you gasped, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.

"let go, princess," caitlin urged, her voice a husky whisper. "cum for me."

with a cry, you let the waves of pleasure crash over you, your body shaking with the intensity of your release. "oh f-fuck, caitlin," you moaned, riding out the last of your orgasm.

"oh fuck, wish i was there," she murmured, her voice filled with longing. "you sound so beautiful when you come."

"wish you were, too." you whimpered as you heard caitlin's breath hitch, an indicator she was close too. "make me feel so good, baby."

"yeah, keep talking sweetheart." caitlin got out, her voice rough as she sighed.

you took a deep breath, your own voice becoming a seductive whisper. "love the way you touch me, caitlin. the way your hands feel on my body, how you know just what to do to make me cum."

"fuck, yeah," caitlin groaned, the sound of her moving on the bed making your own arousal spike again. "keep going, princess. ’m so close."

"need you so bad," you continued, your words coming out in a breathless rush. "can't wait to feel you inside me, to have you make me cum again and again."

caitlin's breath hitched, her moans growing louder. "god, i can almost feel you, sweetheart. so perfect, so fucking perfect."

"wish i could kiss you right now, run my hands down your body, feel how wet you are for me," you said, your own need building once more as you imagined her there with you.

"oh yeah, fuck," she gasped, her voice filled with urgency. "tell me you want me, princess."

"want you, caitlin. want you so bad. cum for me, baby. please."

with a loud moan, caitlin reached her climax, her breaths coming in ragged gasps through the speaker. "fuck, yes," she cried out, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

you both lay there in the aftermath, the distance between you feeling a little smaller after sharing such an intimate moment. "that was amazing," you whispered, a satisfied smile on your lips.

"it was," Caitlin agreed, her voice softer now, filled with love and exhaustion. "can't wait to be with you again, to really hold you."

"soon, baby," you reassured her, your heart full. "we'll be together soon."

"i love you," she murmured, the sound of her voice like a warm embrace. "so much,"

"i love you too, caitlin," you replied, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. "goodnight, baby."

"goodnight, princess," she said, her voice tender and content.

if you enjoyed, any interaction is greatly appreciated!

with love, rylin 𝜗𝜚

[rosesdrop]

Pick a pile

Which Disney Princess are you?

Pile 1:

Rapunzel, you must have really pretty hair; it's very noticeably beautiful and outstanding for anyone who sees you. You may have your head in the clouds, usually busy dreaming and fantasising about the next adventure to take. You dream big. And most of your dreams revolve around going on a trip somewhere, to a different land, or generally just taking a step into the unknown and never coming back. You are flighty in that way; no one can pin you down or decide your future for you; you leave it to your expansive and ever-growing imagination. Aside from that, I'm also noticing here your childlike soul and appearance; you like to have fun even if it's just by yourself; your peers recognise that in you and enjoy spending happy times with you; you have a sunny aura; and the sun may be highly significant for you. You also may have authoritative figures around you that try to dim your light or take that childlessness away from you, and you are in a constant fight with those that try to limit you. I'm also getting that you have a small circle of friends or people that you surround yourself with. 

Pile 2:

Alice is your Disney character (even though she wasn't a princess but is still a Disney main character after all). You are so connected to another parallel version of yourself; you like to create different realities and experience multiple stances in them; you have an eccentric style, generally known to be different, maybe odd for some people but really challenging to understand; your style is very outstanding and reflects your rich inner world, a world rich in fantasies and colors; you always felt different from your peers but more connected than ever to a world so far from our mundane lives; that's where you found home. You are probably an animal lover, but you are more inclined to be interested in exotic species or animals that are not very popular and loved among people. Others may sometimes perceive you as deceitful, quick to change, or unstable in your decisions because of this abnormality that you represent in their eyes, but it's just because it's hard for them to understand how your mind works.

Pile 3:

Merida from brave is your princess; you are stubborn from the view of others but stable and know what you want in your view; you voice your needs and you like for your voice to be heard; you may believe in the supernatural and believe that the universe works for your favour and that whatever you wish, if you concentrate on it, you can bring it into reality; you have a strong will. You don't like to be caged or controlled by others, and that sometimes infuriates you. You like to get against the stream. You work hard and prefer to be independent in your work. You like it to be something that you made with your effort and time. You have very strong features, but they're not very sharp. There's a sense of stillness and stability in your gaze, even if it's penetrating. You may enjoy or prefer medieval clothing because it makes you feel secure in yourself, and, down to earth, you get angry and competitive easily because you are in constant contact with those who try to dictate their beliefs to you. 

Pile 4:

Belle is your princess; you may have an infatuation with roses; you like to surround yourself with a pretty aesthetic that is appreciated by everyone; you are a calm person in the face of adversity; people may be in a constant debate about their needs while you are just chilling and enjoying your time. You slightly have your head in the clouds, but that doesn't distort your perception. You are a problem solver, and you take your time in making your judgements about things. People admire you for that and feel like they can't compare. You have a certain pride about yourself that makes you sure about yourself without having to brag; you are silently succeeding. You're also protected by your guides, spirits, or good entities that can see your purity clearly and help you through adversity. You always prioritise yourself and have a strong sense of self-worth. 

[sweetbans29]

Jersey - CC

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader

Summary: Caitlin likes her jersey better on you than she does on herself (based on THIS request)

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 3.1k

Sweetbans Masterlist

AN: What any of us would do for this...

When you met Caitlin sophomore year of high school, you would have never imagined your friendship and relationship to get you where you are today. The two of you played on Iowa Attack and that is when you learned just how amazing she was.

It would be a lie to say that the two of you connected right away - you actually butted heads at the beginning. When the two of you first started playing - she wasn't the best teammate. And that was a knock to her, it was a learning curve that everyone had to navigate. She was just that good.

But once the team got more practice together and began to learn how Caitlin played and how everyone played a role, the team really began feeling like a team. It rubbed you the wrong way in the beginning but the more you got to know her and her game it made sense. She was so far ahead of everyone when it came to her knowledge of the game that you could understand where she was coming from.

It was your senior year of high school when the two of you started dating. You made the first move even though she was the one to be completely obvious when it came to her feelings for you. You wanted to make your first date memorable so you asked her mom to help.

You show up at Caitlin's house at 10AM on a Saturday morning and knock on her door. She opens the door and is surprised to see you standing there.

"What are you doing here?" Caitlin asks with a little blush.

"Why hello to you too," you say with a smile. You can Caitlin's nerves with your presence. She tries to keep it cool and play them off but you just stand there and watch her struggle. First, one of her arms comes up and leans against the door while she crosses her leg. When the door begins to move she realizes it is a bad idea and stops leaning on the door and decides to put her hands on her hips to keep her hands from fidgeting.

"You know you are cute when you are nervous," you say and she blushes even more.

"You didn't answer my question," she says trying to regain any part of this meeting.

"Well, if you must know," you say with a teasing tone and the biggest smile. "I am taking you on a date."

She looks at you with wide eyes, a smile immediately making its way to her face.

"Wait, what?" She says with a goofy grin - her heart beating faster now than it does in any game.

"Caitlin Clark, we are going on a date," you say again, your smile matching hers. Her smile fades as a realization hits her.

"Wait, my mom needs me to help her with some family stuff today," Cait says, now frowning.

"No, she doesn't, I sort of roped her into helping me block out your schedule today so I could take you out," you say proudly that your plan had worked.

"Mom!" Caitlin yells as she immediately goes to find her. When she walks away from the door, you step inside and wait for her to return.

"Mom! Aunt Ellie isn't coming over today?" Cait asks. Her mom laughs.

"Well, she is, but we don't need your help. You are going out today," her mom says as she hands Cait a bag.

"What is this?" Caitlin asks, looking at the zipped-up tote bag. She begins to unzip it.

"Nope! You can't look in there yet," Anne's hand comes and stops her daughter. "She will let you know when you can."

Caitlin turns back to look at you standing by the front door. She goes back to where you are.

"Are you ready?" You ask.

She nods with excitement and you guide her out to your car.

"So where are we going?" She asks as you begin the drive.

"You will just have to wait and see," you say with a smile.

It was almost a 3-hour car ride but you finally made it to your destination. Once you were near your final destination, you let Caitlin open the bag her mom handed her. Inside is her Chiefs jersey.

"We are not," Caitlin says as she pulls out her jersey. "There is no way."

You laugh.

"Ya, I actually just drove us out here to go watch it at some local restaurant." You say and she whips her head to look at you in disbelief.

"I kid," you say putting your hand up and telling her to look in the bag. Under the jerseys were two tickets to the game that afternoon.

The two of you spent the day cheering on the Chiefs, eating all of the stadium food you could hold, and enjoying each other's company. On the drive home, you both were riding the high of your team's win. It is only when you are pulling up to her house that she becomes quiet. You park your car and she doesn't make a move to get out.

"Why...how did you do this?" Caitlin asks looking down at her hands.

You give the girl a question look - not that she sees. When you don't answer right away she continues.

"Why me?" She asks fighting the urge inside her to remain looking at her hands and turns her head to look at you. You look at the girl with love-filled eyes and a gentle smile.

"Why not you Caitlin? We've been friends now for a few years and even though I may have had my reservations about you in the beginning, you let me in and showed me who you are. A girl who feels so deeply that she doesn't know what to do with it half the time. You may be reserved with the world, and rightfully so I might add, but you have welcomed me into your heart and have made sure I stick around a while. You never explicitly said you liked me but seeing how your actions have changed towards me the last few months - the protecting, the asking intentional questions, the nervousness, all of it never went unnoticed. You were just too busy caring for me to see that I have been trying to love you back." You say as Cait sits there in disbelief and trying to wrack her brain for any of your signs the last few months. You take her hand in yours.

"So I got tired of waiting - I felt like I knew you well enough to know at the rate you were going, you would have never asked me out before heading to Iowa and I took matters into my own hands. I got together with your mom and dad and they helped me plan this." You bring her hand up to kiss the back of it.

Caitlin is too stunned to speak - she has never had anyone who has loved her like you are. You bring your free hand to cup her face, your thumb brushing against her cheek.

"I am going to kiss you now," you say slowly leaning in. You can see the effect you are having on her as her chest begins to rise and fall twice as fast. You bring her into a gentle kiss - it is slow and innocent. Once you pull apart, you both smile.

Now the two of you have moved to Indiana together and are starting life outside of Iowa for the first time. It's both an exciting and challenging time as Cait navigates the transition to the W right out of college. After finding an apartment - you started learning about the city while Caitlin jumped right into training camp.

The beginning of the season is a rough start as the Fever navigates a fairly new team. You can tell it all takes a toll on Cait mentally as she is trying to figure out what playing in the W looks like. The transition is something both of you were expecting but not to this degree. Her game wasn't what had been affected (at least not to the degree she was worried about) - it was everything aside of the game that Caitlin (and you) had to learn how to deal with. You did your best to make sure Caitlin was talking to her parents and even her old teammates this season to help encourage her and keep her sane.

She is incredibly thankful that you are there with her because aside from her parents, there is no one who knows the girl better than you do.

Her first game of the season was thrilling. It wasn't unfamiliar as Caitlin was used to playing in front of a packed house - it always fueled her even more. You were lucky enough to tag along and planned on being at every game of hers as she had them write it into her contract that you would travel with them to any away game. You had already been looking into flights when she mentioned you would just be traveling with the team.

You would always be close behind her when she would arrive at the stadiums and would often get pulled into quick little interviews about Caitlin. You would always hype her up and match her in some way shape or form.

After every game, the two of you would walk hand in hand with her jersey draped over your shoulder - ready to turn in for the night.

It had become a thing in college where Caitlin would pass along her jersey to you after every game. It became such a known thing that the uniform team would need to provide Caitlin a new jersey every game. It wasn't super uncommon but soon became known that after she put her game jersey on, it would never come back to them.

The fans also started to notice how you would walk out with Caitlin after the game with her jersey draped over your shoulder. The fans that had followed her in college knew that her game jersey was reserved for you but the newer fans had a field day when they found out. It became what you were known for.

You didn't expect it to be the same in the pros with Caitlin's jersey as you saw other players signing and handing off their jersey to a fan after the game. But without fail, after every game, Cait would walk out to you, jersey in hand, ready to hang it over your shoulder for your collection at home. The world knew that all game jerseys were yours, but what they didn't know is that before she would give them to you she would write some sort of cute message on them just for you. They would all conclude with her CC signature and the date.

It's the 6th game in the season when the Fever plays the Sparks for the first time. You are sitting in a box with some of the other staff and visitors for this game. By the end of the fourth - the Fever takes their first win of the season and the crowd and the team go crazy.

You make your way down the court when there are 2 minutes remaining and wait close to the bench as the team celebrates their first victory together.

Cait is pulled into a quick post-game interview with Aliyah and then is told to go meet someone courtside. You wait patiently, talking to some of the other players and congratulating them on a much-deserved win. You are talking with Lexie and Jason Sudeikis (who you have surprisingly built a friendship with as became to many of Cait's games) when you are pulled from your spot and are being dragged across the court by your girlfriend.

"Caitlin, I was in the middle of a conversation," you say yelling over the people. She brings you to a group of people and you immediately gasp when you see Ashton Kutcher and Mila Kunis standing there with their kids.

She introduces you and you do your best to keep your cool.

"We are such big fans of yours," you say as you hug each of them.

"You are too sweet!" Mila says as she introduces her kids.

Their daughter looks up at Caitlin with tears in her eyes and asks if she would sign and give her jersey to her.

Both Caitlin and Mila speak at the same time.

"This jersey is already claimed but I can definitely get you a signed one!" Caitlin says.

"Sweetie, you know she always gives it to her girlfriend," Mila says at the same time.

You decide to jump in.

Looking at the girl you say, " I would love if you had this jersey." Your smile beams and Caitlin is about to protest.

"But you have to promise to keep it safe for us, okay?" You say and she proceeds to nod with excitement.

You look over at Cait, who is giving you a 'but no this is yours' look and you just wave her off.

"I'll make sure it gets to you once she changes out of it okay?" You say and Ashton and Mila are both incredibly thankful for you.

"It is crazy that you knew that all of my jerseys go to her," Cait says to Mila.

"Well, we have been following you for a little while now and have seen the interview when you mentioned she has all of your jerseys from college. That is super cute," Mila says.

Caitlin blushes and you laugh.

"You would think I have enough but 139 just isn't enough," you say jokingly and Cait gives you a look of hurt - you know it is all in light spirits.

"You love it when I give you my jersey," Caitlin fights back.

"I do, and I hope you never stop," you say leaning in to hug her side, patting her on the chest.

You part ways with the Kutcher family and tell them you will get their daughter CC's jersey but not before taking a photo.

When you get back to the locker room with Caitlin, she changes and your take the jersey.

Later that night you are scrolling through your social media feed and see Mila had tagged you in a post. You pull it up to see it is the group photo that was taken followed by a photo of her daughter in Caitlin's jersey. You smile and like it, leaving a comment - 'No one else I would rather share CC's game day jersey with 🫶🏽'.

You scroll through the comments and see how cute it is and how that is a one-in-a-million jersey. You turn over to Cait, who is lying next to you, and show her.

"I can't believe you gave away my first Fever win jersey," she mumbles. You laugh at her.

"I have your pre-season win jersey! And there was no way we were saying no to Ashton Kutcher and Mila Kunis," you say.

"Even she was saying that jersey belonged to you," Caitlin retorts.

"I think we will both live if I don't have a jersey from today," you say and kiss her shoulder.

"That's what you think, but lucky for you - I made sure you wouldn't go home empty-handed," she says as she gets out of bed and brings her over her warm-up shirt from the game.

"Caitlin, you did not." You say sitting up and taking the shirt from her.

You look down at it and see her message.

[My girl - This first win goes to you and the heart of gold you have. Here's to many more. I love you - CC 5.24.24]

She is still standing next to your bed when you reach up to hug her. Her arms wrap around you faster than yours can wrap around her.

"I love you, you know that?" You say squeezing your girl.

"I know and I love you even more," she says as she nuzzles her head into the crook of your neck.

BONUS - SOME OF THE MESSAGES CAITLIN WRITES ON HER JERSEYS FOR YOU

[My girl - To the first of many, a little thank you. I love you - CC 11.25.20]

[My girl - Let the fun begin - CC 3.23.21]

[My girl - I tried but 46 wasn't enough. Thank you for cheering me on no matter what. I love you - CC 2.6.22]

[My girl - Thank you for the pregame pep talk, it was needed more than you know. Michigan didn't stand a chance. Love you - CC 2.27.22]

[My girl - First double-double of the season, feeling good. Love hearing you in the crowd. Love you - CC 11.10.22]

[My girl - Not the way we wanted to ring in the new year but having you here made it better. We will get them next time. Love you - CC 1.1.23]

[My girl - A triple-double to take us to the final four, who would have thought...I mean you, you knew I could. I love you - CC 3.26.23]

[My girl - That one was rough, thank you for always cheering me on. I love you - CC 4.2.23]

[My girl - The beginning of the end. So glad you are here with me. Love you - CC 11.6.23]

[My girl - Thank you for loving me through my worst. You are the best - CC 2.11.24]

[My girl - I did it, babe! Most points in D1 women's basketball AND school high with career-high scoring for a game, easy. Hope you enjoy this birthday gift, love you - CC 2.15.24]

[My girl - Not to brag but your girl is the all-time leading scorer in the NCAA. - CC 3.3.24]

[My girl - No mercy, we have been working for this all year. Love you - CC 4.1.24]

[My girl - I wish I could tell you how much you mean to me, your support at every game fueled me. Thank you, baby. Yours forever - CC 4.7.24]

[My girl - Here's to a whole new adventure and jersey for your collection. I love you - CC 5.3.24]

[My girl - This first win goes to you and the heart of gold you have. Here's to many more. I love you - CC 5.24.24]

[My girl - Marry me? - CC 9.19.24]

AN: This is cute. I'm a fan but let me know what you think. And as always, thank you for your love and support 🤍

[fishnapple]

CRYSTAL READING: Your first impression of each other (partner/lover/future spouse)

This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.

If you don't resonate with one section of the group that you picked, you can pick one group for your impression of them and another group for their impression of you, just read the respective section.

Your feedback is much appreciated. If you find the reading resonated with you, leave a comment, I'd love to know 🎐

About me | Masterpost

Buy me a drink or book a reading with me - KO-FI (Read this post : personal reading)

1. White

Your impression of them Energy: Horse

Brilliant mind accompanied by a fun heart.

You will notice that they have different sides to them and you will get curious. You will want to see them in different situations to see how they will behave, their expressions, their shift in energy.

Their voice and manner of speaking will captivate you, or at least will catch your attention, whether positively or negatively. They may say something shocking to you, with a confident or nonchalant attitude. Their voice could be soft and slow, expressive, not the kind of monotone that drone on and on, you may notice a drawl in their speak.

But there's also some quickness to them, could be their posture, a slight jittery feeling, something that is not smooth. They will look different from your usual type or different from everyone around them.

When you guys are eating together, you will notice that they have some kind of childlike behaviours around food. Could be playing with their food, mixing stuffs together, making strange concoctions, there is a certain playfulness and eagerness to them.

But if you first meet them in a different environment, you will get to see a different side to them. In professional and working environment, they will appear as a very hardworking and serious person. Others look up to them for advice and command. They could appear intimidating and cold. You may notice some anxiety or nervous energy behind their cold and hard exterior. I get a feeling that you may kind of want to poke them a little ?

Their impression of you Energy: Dragon

They will see you as a confident, go-getter person, a little intense. They feel like you're respected by a lot of people and you're surrounded by people. You could be a powerful friend to others or you have powerful friends. Could be because the first time that they get an impression of you, you will be seen working with a lot of people.

You have an inner confidence to you, or more like an inner sense of abundance. They may notice some negativity from other people towards you, or they sense that all the abundance that you're having, whether materially or mentally is from your own hard work, not from the other people, other people may even obstructing you from getting what you want. They get the impression that your assertive image was made by going through many hardship.

Despite you appearing as an assertive and confident person. They don't seem to view you as a loud or harsh person, on the contrary, they see you as someone who knows how to have fun and be spontaneous, in touch with their feminine energy. They may think that you're in the art field or doing something creative. Could be your creativity go against a certain social norms so that's where the negative energy from other people comes from.

They also sense that there's something hidden about you. Like you have some fears, some feeling of emptiness or loss deep inside you that you're not fully aware of.

2. Brown

Your impression of them Energy: Shark

I don't think this person will leave a nice first impression on you. You won't feel comfortable with them. Their energy seems kind of harsh, a little ruthless, no nonsense.

Could be because at that moment in their life, they're dealing with some lost or negativity or they are hiding something so they will come off as colder than usual.

You will feel that this person is emotionally cold or at least emotionally closed-off. They feel distant to you. Maybe because you will first see them from a far. There is a dark energy surrounding them. They could wear lots of dark clothes or their features are dark. An air of prim and proper, you will feel like they are taking good care of their physical health.

They will seem to keep to themselves even though they kind of stand out. Their demeanour is quiet but their energy is loud and intense. You could meet them at some places related to learning and teaching, they will likely be the one do the teaching. Maybe due to the subject that is being taught that you get the impression of their seriousness and cold manner.

Another scenario will be that you get your first impression of them through some kind of talk or written works, could be some articles, about them or written by them. Their words will be direct, to the point, you may find the contents to be not sitting right with you but you will get a little curious about them or wanting to refute their words.

Their impression of you Energy: Gazelle

Quite the opposite of your impression of them.

They will see you as someone dreamy, a little vulnerable. You could be in some kind of trouble or distress at the moment that they see you. Could be something related to legal matters, they may see you arguing with someone, or with them perhaps.

Likely that you are in a unfamiliar environment, sitting or standing there beautifully but lost and confused. They will notice small things about your posture,  the way you walk or the way you turn your head, giving out your hand, leaning forward, things like that. It looks fluid and graceful.

They may want to approach and help you but hesitated. You could look like a foreigner to them, your features are different from everyone around. Hence the hesitation, they will need to think about a way to approach you appropriately. They will think that you're far from your home, you've just moved to a new place.

In some deep corner of their heart, they may already have gotten a sense, a hunch, a fleeting feeling that you would be the one, someone that they want to build with.

Your voice and the way you speak with leave an impression on them. Not sure if it will be a positive impression though, they may find you to be combative or argumentative and they will wonder if you're usually like this or not.

3. Red

Your impression of them Energy: Sea serpent

The short answer would be 'beautiful'.

You will immediately notice their physical appearance, they tick all your boxes in term of that. But they seem to not really notice their charm on you or in general. Physical appearance could even be a source of their insecurities.

You may sense that they have some reservations about dating and relationships in general,  like they're not open to love at that moment. Could be related to the way they perceive their outer appearance, they may feel like dating puts too much focus on physical attraction and beautification of the self so they want to subvert that, wanting to just focus on getting to know the other person's deep inner self. That's your impression of them, whether that's true or not is another story.

You will notice that they don't talk much, they're quiet but have a well of wisdom underneath that other people can learn a lot from. So you will try to get them to talk more.

You will want to get to know their more poetic and emotional side, they will seem like someone who work a serious and dull job but have a side hobby or hidden talent that is very creative.

You may find them familiar looking, could be that you've already seen them in your dreams or somewhere in a fleeting moment.

Their impression of you Energy: Elephant

They will feel like you're going through some major change or looking for a new path. Could be related to financial stability. You seem to be worrying about that. They will see you as someone who is hard working, serious about your career, wanting to expand and achieve something bigger. You are willing to go through obstacles to get what you want.

But at the time that they meet you, you don't seem to be confident in yourself, you haven't found your inner peace yet, maybe you're struggling with changes, you want to change but also want to be able to control that change. They may fantasise about coming in and give you a helping hand or give you new insights to help guide you out of your confusions.

Beside that hard working impression, they will feel that you could be a home-body, and are a lot more relaxed and loving when at home, they will get curious about how would you be at a more familiar environment.

They will also find your way of communication interesting and fun, they could imagine having long hours of exchanging ideas with you, nothing too heavy and serious though.

4. Green

Your impression of them Energy: Crow

They will make a strong impression on you, emotionally, physically and mentally.

They will give the appearance of someone who is friendly, open to connections. The kind of person that follows social niceties, they know the socialising rules, what to do to charm the other person, what to do to give the impression that they want. But, you won't fall for that. You will find them friendly and all that but you will wondering are they truly that friendly or not. Because they will seem serious to you, their facial expressions could be a little hard. You know some people when they try to appear friendly, they will smile broadly but their eye corners won't have that creases or their eyes are wide open, not squinting a little, they want to watch, to observe the other person. You could have that impression about them.

You will notice that whatever they are doing is not their usual routine. The place that you guys are meeting for the first time is not their usual habitat. They will go out of their comfort zone a bit, wanting to shake things up, to mingle. They don't seem to be an introvert though, could be some previous events in their life that made them a little closed-off, and now they want to go out again, a conscious effort. So you will feel a certain hesitancy from them, to stay or not to stay. When you're talking for the first time with them, that hesitancy will also be there, they will want to engage and talk their heart out, but also wanting to stand back a little, to hide. In their effort to appear friendly, they would try to act more spontaneously, turning up their flirty side a little bit too high for your comfort.

They will also try to 'subtly' tell you about their material achievements, low-key bragging. Maybe they think that will give you a better opinion of them perhaps?

Their impression of you Energy: Hawk

They will feel exposed by you, you see through their facade clearly. They will wonder whether you have some prior knowledge about them or is it just your intuition being exceptionally strong. A little spooked. There will be an urge to resist, to regain control (control of what?).

They will also sense that you have something hidden behind. You will act friendly towards them, in a benevolent and polite manner. You don't seem to be a social butterfly to them though. Could be that you don't exude an inviting air but when someone actually interacts with you, you will be friendly and polite, not turning them away.

They will feel that you 'fit in' whatever criteria they have of a spouse or lover, relationship with you will be easy and rewarding, easy as in the relationship won't be painful, free of drama and struggle. This idea stems largely from their impression of stability and strength about you, both emotionally and materially.  You seem mature, down-to-earth, know your worth, there's also a hidden intensity that intrigues.

They will be impressed by the way you deliver your words, there is a pure curious air about you. You could be the one that is more talkative than them or the words that you speak to them that day will linger in their mind, having a profound effect on them subconsciously.

5. Blue

Your impression of them Energy: Golden egg

They would pull at your heartstrings a little. The feeling of a a little pain in the chest when you see something moving, beautiful. Could be their physical appearance but more likely their energy will affect you that way.

They be standing or sitting still, not doing or saying anything. Their stillness will stir something around them though. Like when you see a calm, placid lake, you would have the desire to disturb it, to see the surface ripples.

They will feel like the sun, bright, immovable but not intimidating, not exactly. You may feel some reservations about them, simply because they seem surreal, out of place, the surrounding will seem mundane and dull, pale to their light. This is the kind of person that can pull your attention to them without trying, you will always notice them in a crowd.

You will feel that they can be a good companion for you. Whether in health or in sickness, whatever journey that you guys have to take, they will always be right beside you, holding your hand.

They will make you reexamine your thoughts and beliefs. You will get the impression that they have some pretty unique ideas about how the universe works and you will get curious and want to learn more. Not just about them but also about what life has to offer.

Their impression of you Energy: Gazelle

You don't seem to talk much, not much actions either. Are you guy meditating together or something ? They feel that you are hiding your light. You want to shine, especially letting your voice out, but something is holding you back. They sense an unsure feeling from you, could be you're still holidng on some past pains and that makes you to be on alert, cautious, not wanting to reveal your feelings.

That will be their intuition telling them. Outside, you will seem perfectly contented and relaxed.

They will find you to be very beautiful, in an earthy, sensual way. You know your body well, you understand your body's sacredness and how it connect to the world, this creates sensuality and grace. This may just be a fleeting thought, but they will wonder if your physical beauty does help you in getting what you want, or you seem to be well taken care of, a little spoiled maybe?

What will pique their interest will be one of your quirks. Could be the way you dress, the way you walk, the way you eat etc. You just do things differently. You guys could bond over some similar interests in movies, music, books, things that are not mainstream.

6. Yellow

Your impression of them Energy: Moth

You will have the impression that they are a social butterfly, that they don't commit to a particular person, they just want to enjoy social interactions with other human beings.

You could even view them as a player with only physical intention in mind. A dangerous person.

They seem to have all the right tools to make anyone fall for them. They are confident, a little cocky perhaps,  but they show their emotions, they are not emotionally closed-off, they are generous, they know how to satisfy the other person's needs in relationship, not to mention that they seem suave and smooth with their body language. Giving both a dominant and caring impression. Balance between masculine and feminine energy.

You will notice that they have a rebellious side to them. Whether they talk about it with you or you intuitively pick up on it, they have some kind of pain regarding showing their individuality, likely from the past, they got ridiculed, made fun of or neglected. So they will want to prove the person that do that to them wrong, and then later on, to prove the whole world wrong. They have some deep wounds that need healing. That could awaken in the other person, especially their partner, the desire to save them, to heal them.

Their impression of you Energy: Dragonfly

I hope this won't develop into an unhealthy dynamic between you guys later on. They will see you as a saving light, the one with all encompassing love to pour out unconditionally. They won't see you clearly, likely will put you on the pedestal a bit. You just fit their image of pure love.

But all is not light and love though. You will reflect back their wounds about their individuality. They will sense that you have some social anxiety but you are still fearless in expressing yourself. A certain idgaf attitude.

This will give them a Tower moment, a wake up call. Later, when they are alone, they will think back on the interaction between you guys and they will feel an uncomfortable need to do something about their behaviour.

They will get a special treatment from you. You may seem soft and giving to everyone else, but to them, you will freeze up. They will feel like they are under scrutiny,  being silently judged by you. You are compassionate but you stand firm in your values, your faith is pure but your eyes are discerning.

They feel like they have to skirt around the edge a bit before getting closer to you. They have to go through your 'screening process' first in order to gain access to your love.

Love.

[masonmtxo]

Feels like Summer

Words: 3k

Summary: what started out as a holiday fic turned into girlie getting broody

Notes: please leave feedback, it really means the world and is such a motivator 🩷

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You'd never felt more relaxed in your life, the sun beating down on your skin as you laid on the lounger beside the pool, the heat making you sleepy, despite the chaos taking place only a few feet away from you.

A stark contrast from your pure state of bliss, Mason could only describe the fun being had in the pool as absolute bedlam. There were excitable screams from children in all directions, a niece (though he wasn't sure which one) was clinging to his back as she squealed, before her grip loosened and a little pink swimming costume clad body dove onto the unicorn float beside him. Poppy's little face spun to meet him, a huge grin on her face as he playfully grabbed hold of the float she was now sat upon, dragging it through the water behind him as his heart soared at her gleeful screams.

Don't get him wrong, he loved playing football, but the extended period of time he got to spend with his family under the sun during his summer break was his definition of perfection. Nothing could beat the feeling of spending his days being the fun uncle, acting like a big kid with his nieces and nephew, competing with his brother to be their favourite. He was in his element, splashing around the pool and playing games until they were all exhausted, heading inside for a snack and a nap. And in Mason's case, a cuddle and some loving with you. Sometimes you'd get involved in the chaos, his nieces adored you and would beg and beg until you'd jump in with them, sometimes telling Mason it was "girls time" and he wasn't allowed to join in. But for the most part you stayed in the dry, letting Mason and Lewis act as kids entertainers and tire themselves out trying to compete with each other.

You watched from your place beside the pool, eyes covered by sunglasses, exchanging words with Debbie every now and then as she sat on the sun lounger beside you.

You're not sure why you chose to blurt it out so abruptly, but you couldn't help yourself, heart soaring as you watched him interacting with his niece, "he's going to be the best dad."

Debbie took a sharp intake of breath, whipping her head round to look at you and peering over the top of her sunglasses, "are you...?"

Her words drifted off as you quickly stopped her,

"oh no, no, no," you hurried out, not missing the disappointment that washed over her face, "I just can't help but get broody when I see him with kids."

You and Debbie had always been close, she had treated you like her own from the minute you had met and over the years you had formed a close bond. There was something about the way her kind eyes bored into you that always had you opening up to her, something that her son had inherited too.

"He's in his element when he's with them, isn't he?" She smiled softly, her heart clenching as she watched you watching him, overcome with gratitude that her baby had found someone who loved him as much as you did. "He's always been good with kids, even when he was young all the littlens seemed to be drawn to him."

You nodded, taking a sip of your drink before turning to face her, breaking your eyes away from Mason as he began tossing Summer up in the air, "He keeps dropping hints about having a baby. I caught him looking at baby United kits on his phone the other day so I know he's ready."

"So what's stopping you?"

"I dunno, I guess with the move up North and having to re-jig my whole life, I felt quite unsettled for a while and there was no way a baby in the equation would have been practical," you shrugged, unable to avert your gaze from him, not wanting to a miss a second of the sweet display.

Debbie hummed in agreement, sensing you still had more to say.

Sighing, you carried on, "part of me is selfishly happy he didn't play much this season, as bad as it sounds," you were embarrassed to admit it, feeling guilty about the way you felt, but it was the truth, "It meant I had him around a bit more when I was feeling down. Don't get me wrong I'd move anywhere with him if he needed me to, but I don't think I fully comprehended how big of a change it would be for me. I've only just started making friends that aren't other partners of the players, wnd even with them it took me an age before I didnt feel like the new girl."

"Oh sweetheart," she reached across the beds to take hold of your hand, squeezing it in hers, "you know you could have always called, I would have been there in a heartbeat to come and keep you company."

"Mase did keep saying in the beginning that you would be happy to come up and stay for a bit, but I just didn't want to be an inconvenience you know" you paused, taking comfort from her warm hand in yours as you finally opened up about a years worth of turmoil, "he was the one who was getting hammered publically, he was the one who had to start off again at a whole new club. I just wanted him to worry about himself for once, not me."

"He always worries about you, he called me a lot in the first few months as he had a feeling you weren't settled but you were refusing to admit it," Debbie's voice was soft, motherly in a way that made you feel comfortable enough to divulge all your inner thoughts and fears.

"Bless him," you smiled as you turned back to look at him, now teaching the girls how to do star floats on their backs, "I remember one time l'd had a really bad day, a group of the girls who l'd been getting friendly with had met up without me and I was so sensitive, cried about it when I saw them all together on instagram," you laughed, "and he was so sweet, kept asking if I wanted to move back home and he would see if he could commute from London because he could tell I was unhappy."

Debbie laughed, shaking her head with a smile as it was something he had also mentioned to her in one of his panics. She had shut him down instantly, telling him to not be so dramatic and it was just a big adjustment.

"I think he was worried I would break up with him," you spoke softly, admitting something that you hadn't actually vocalised before.

Remembering the way he was on egg shells with you for weeks, doing everything he could to try and make you feel like Manchester was home.

Debbie didn't respond, just gave your hand another squeeze in acknowledgment. She knew it was something he had agonised over, sometimes breaking down into tears as he poured his heart out to his mum over the phone, worried he was making you unhappy by forcing you to leave your life behind for him. Debbie had reassured him repeatedly it wouldn't happen, and she had been right. It was just a bump in the road, and with his recurring injuries and subsequent time off the tearful calls had become less frequent, the extra time you had been allowed to spend together helping you settle into a new normal.

By the time he had gone back to training full time, you'd found your rhythm, making friends through Anouska who had kindly taken you under her wing and introduced you to all the best coffee places and parks to walk Ace in, the puppy Mason had bought to make you feel safer and less lonely when he was away. It had taken time, but you finally saw Manchester as home, loving the city more than you thought you would.

You settled into a comfortable silence for a while before Debbie spoke up again, still holding your hand in hers, "You know when you two were house hunting after moving up there he asked Lewis to find options that were listed as family homes," she smirked, eyebrows raised suggestively as you turned to look at her.

"I knew you'd want to go back to the grandkids topic," you giggled, shaking your head at her lack of subtlety, another trait Mason had taken from her.

"Can you blame me? I'll never say no to more babies in the family," her smile was infectious, making you return her grin.

"We did discuss a bit when we were house hunting. I didn't want to buy something so big to be honest, purely because the amount of cleaning it would need," you groaned, being reminded that you worry had come to fruition, "but he made a good point and said it's going to be the house we have kids in, so may as well buy one that's ready for that step."

"And are you ready for that step?"

"Yeah," you nodded, feeling sure of yourself, "he's been ready for the past few years, it's been me that's always had my foot on the break. But for the last few months the feeling just hasn't gone away, I keep going over to Anouska's just to get my baby fix with Lumie," you laughed, "and every time Stacey hands Honey over for a cuddle I struggle to give her back."

"You better hurry up and tell Mason then," she teased.

"Tell me what?" You both turned to see the man of the hour pulling himself up out of the pool having caught onto the last few words of your conversation.

Releasing her grip on your hand, Debbie shuffled up from her seat, "I'll leave you two to talk."

Watching her go, you would help but roll your eyes affectionately at the little spring in her step as she rushed over to the other side of the pool where Tony was sitting with a beer, clearly excited to fill him in on the prospect that they may soon be getting another grandchild.

Mason was watching you, taking the opportunity to drink in your bikini clad body while you were focused elsewhere, admiring the curves of your body and the glow from the sun on your skin.

"Go on then," he broke the silence, "what have you got to tell me?" His head cocked in question.

"Come here?" You asked, opening your arms to invite him to lay with you, figuring there was no time like the present and if you didn't tell him he would spend the day pestering you until you inevitability broke down to pressure.

"I've just got out of the pool," he warned, glancing down to his wet torso when he noticed you were transfixed on his body, a slight pink dusting over your already flushed cheeks.

"Don't care, want a cuddle," you murmured, smiling as he carefully plopped on top of you, head resting on your chest as his left hand trailed up and down the side of your body. His wet body cooled you instantly from the layer of heat the sun had given you, goosebumps covering your skin from the combined sensations of the cold and his gentle touch.

You sat in silence for a while, gathering your thoughts while enjoying the feeling of having each other close, the last time you had an opportunity to spend time with him had been in bed that morning. You had awoken to day light flooding into the room having forgotten to close them the night before in your desperation to get each other into bed. Your neediness hadn't passed, knowing you had to make the most of your time together before spending the day surrounded by his family. He had fucked into you slowly from behind, whispering how much he loved you into your ear until you were both spent, followed by another quick fumble in the shower before getting ready to meet the others for breakfast.

The kids had stolen him after that, so you made sure to enjoy the moments you had with him during the day, even if they were few and far between sometimes.

“So, you gonna tell me what mum was talking about?” He broke the silence after a while, fingers tracing over your stomach and you couldn't help but smile at the irony.

"I want a baby.”

His head shot up from your chest instantly, wild eyes searching your expression, "Are you serious!?"

"Yeah,” you nodded slowly, “I've been thinking about it for a while, every time I see you with kids I feel like I’m going to explode. But that's only if you're ready too.”

He laughed, the grin on his face probably the biggest you'd ever seen, happiness radiating through his brown eyes, “You know I've always been ready to have kids with you.”

“I know,” you face was apologetic, reaching out to cup his cheek and trace a gentle path across his flushed cheek, “and i'm sorry for making you wait so long, I just felt like bringing a baby into the world when I was feeling a bit all over the place wasn't the best idea.”

“No I get that, it wasn't the right time last year,” he agreed solomley, though a smile was threatening to burst through, “I know we spoke about kids and how we wanted them soon when we moved into the house but I was always happy to wait until you were ready too.”

“I felt ready all along in terms of our relationship, like if it happened accidentally last year I never would've had doubts or felt rushed. I just didn't feel ready to start actively trying you know? Felt like we had a lot going on and the pressure would've got to me I think."

"We don't have to put any pressure on it, even if it takes time," he reassured, "the baby making is the fun bit anyway." His cheeky grin made you giggle, loving the way he always knew exactly what to say to relax you and make you laugh. "And if you have second thoughts and want to wait for a bit before we remove contraception that's fine. We can do everything at your pace.”

You shook your head softly, he was so unbelievably caring you felt your stomach clench with love, "no I don't need anymore time to think," eyes flitting away from him to admire a bird circling the sky above you,

"It's something i've been thinking about for months now. I thought I’d wait and see, to see if the feeling went away once summer started and you were home all the time and I wasn't so lonely. But if anything it has got worse, I've never been so broody in my life.”

"Yeah?" His voice was soft, his eyes a little bit watery as he struggled to contain the love he felt for you in that moment.

"Yeah," you confirmed, mirroring his expression.

He rested his head back on your chest, trying to steady his breathing as his heart hammered in his chest. You were finally saying everything he had been waiting to hear for the past year, excitement pulsing through his entire body at the prospect of getting to become a parent with you.

"I want two, maybe 3 kids I think,” you murmured.

"Oh at least 3 for sure, the more you let me have the better," he grinned teasingly, his chin resting on the valley between your chest so he could look up at you adoringly.

"You're gonna be the best daddy in the world," you hummed, stroking the back of his head through his wet locks.

"And you’ll be the best mum,” he whispered, pressing a series of kisses to your chest, trailing his lips up until he reached your neck, “wanna go practice making a baby?"

"Mason, I just spoke to your mum about wanting a child, I'm not disappearing off with you, she will know exactly what we're doing," you groaned, gently grasping his face and pushing him out from the crook of your neck in an attempt to stop him getting carried away.

Mason barked out a laugh, "Babe, mum knows if she wants another grandchild we're gonna have to be having lots of sex, probably even more than usual," he wiggled his eyebrows at you suggestively, trying to charm you into letting him have his way with you but you were holding firm.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean hiding away to have a shag while on a family holiday, when all your nieces and nephews are here as well."

"You let me fuck you last night," he grumbled, "and this morning."

"Yes, while everyone was in bed Mason," you chastised.

"Baby they aren't stupid, they know we don't go in our room at night and play scrabble til we fall asleep," his voice was teasing, letting you know he was only playing around with you.

"That's beside the point, Mase. If we disappear now you may as well stand up and make an announcement across the villa we're going for a quick fuck."

"I mean I wouldn't be opposed to doing that," he shrugged, playfully biting at the palm of your hand that was still cupped around his face, "at least we wouldn't be disturbed."

"You're an idiot," you couldn't help but laugh at him, flicking him on the shoulder in jest.

"But you love me and you wanna make loads of babies with me," his smirk was full of teasing, dipping his head to bite gently down on the swell of your breast knowing it would wind you up further.

"Mason, do you remember you said I could decide otherwise at any point?" You asked pointedly.

He nodded, his smile not dropping.

"Don't test me," you countered.

With another sharp laugh, he pulled you in for a kiss, cupping your face in his large hand, his lips sweet and soft against yours before pulling away, "fine, I'll wait until tonight then."

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[rthko]

oh id be interested in your thoughts about the dating apps u use if u have any

Yes, thanks for asking. I could compare the features or benefits of different apps, but on principle I just don't like them. I find them dehumanizing, not because of the sexual aspect but because this is just not how courtship is supposed to work. I mean, if it works for you that's fine, but the unpleasantness of the dating app experience is so near universally agreed upon that Hinge factors it into its own "designed to be deleted" marketing. On any app, no matter the flavor, you're going to burn out. I can't stand having to maintain 10+ friendly conversations at once and fall out of touch with people who under other circumstances I'd get on fine with. The only use of the apps that actually makes sense to me is only going on Grindr when you truly are "looking right now," but when I do that, others online are just aimlessly scrolling like it's Instagram.

Like the relationship between rideshare apps and public transportation, dating apps pose tech "solutions" to problems that they themselves feed into. Don't have gay bars or cruising spaces in your area? Go on the apps. Oh, you do but you're intimated? Go on the apps. Real life isn't tailor made to your tastes? Go on the apps. And sure enough, the bars start closing, you don't get to work on your social skills, rejection still hurts just as much as ever, and foreclosing any possibility of pleasure or even friendship with people who don't fit a pre-determined "type" paints you into a corner. And now that everybody's on the apps, it's not even a gay-specific problem.

Here's the kicker: apps exchange the benefits of actual, embodied interactions for the promise of courtship without conflict, even though this promise is impossible. Hinge can pair you with the non-smoker, LTR-oriented match you're looking for, but you can still discover another deal breaker. Tinder only lets you talk to people who also matched with you, but you can still be rejected. Grindr can deliver bad sex with the guy who had listed the exact "tribe" and position you were looking for. The masculine archetype of a man Scruff sent to your doorstep can turn out to be a total queen. But in real life, you can anticipate not having your expectations met and either roll with the punches or change your mind. You can learn to dish out and take rejection gracefully and still have a nice conversation. You don't have the block button to protect you, but you have a community to look out for each other if something goes awry. And you can totally hit it off with someone who challenges the idea of what your type is and what it means to be sexually compatible.

The surprises and idiosyncrasies of IRL courtship and cruising that the apps try to smooth out and avoid are exactly what make them better. I don't have a utopian view of them, and know that much of the same cruelty, racism, body shaming, and heartbreak are not only possible but frequent offline. But offline, people can't filter what they don't want to see out of existence, and this is a good thing. The apps promise an escape from the cruelty and disappointment of the real world or the "gay scene" only to exacerbate them. I still have my anxieties and to this day I'm no stranger to the Grindr grid, but pushing myself to get out has nearly only been good for me.

[matchingbatbites]

I've been thinking about this post by @foulwitchknight for like three days nonstop, so thanks for the brain worms.

It's after dark when the knocking starts on the trailer door, the sound frantic enough to make Eddie anxious as he pulls himself up off the couch and goes to answer.

He isn't expecting to find Steve on the other side, but his surprise at seeing his boyfriend is squashed when the scent of distress hits him, acrid and bitter on the back of his tongue.

Eddie barely gets out a "Baby?" before Steve is babbling, clearly distraught about something.

"I didn't know, Eddie, I swear. I didn't have anything to do with this and it's- My dad, he just fucking does this shit without even talking to me about it and-"

"Stevie, sweetheart," Eddie cuts in as he reaches out to grab Steve's biceps, trying to ground him a bit. "What are you talking about, baby? What's going on?"

Steve whines, low and forlorn, and offers something to Eddie. The newspaper is crumpled from the iron grip Steve had on it, but Eddie takes it and smooths it out a bit. He scans the page, trying to figure out what could have Steve so worked up, and then he sees it.

Richard and Catherine Harrington are proud to announce the engagement of their son, Steven, to Jack Wright, son of Donald and Linda Wright.

There's more after it, something about honor and business, but Eddie doesn't care about the details. He just looks up at Steve with a soft "Is this real?"

Steve nods even as he shrinks in on himself and mutters a broken "I didn't know," and Eddie can't help it. He grabs Steve again and pulls him inside, into the tightest hug he can manage while he kicks the door shut behind them.

Somehow he gets them back to his room and on the bed, needing to hide his Omega away in his den, needing to keep him safe.

"I don't want him, Eddie," Steve mutters into his collar, his own grip on the Alpha nearly crushing - but Eddie wouldn't have it any other way. "Want you, just you."

Eddie presses his face into Steve's hair, breathing in his marzipan scent, sweet once again now that the burnt edge to it has faded. "I know, sweetheart. We'll figure something out, I promise."

Nails dig into Eddie's back through his thin t-shirt, and then Steve is pulling back just enough to look Eddie in the face. "Give me your bite."

"Steve-"

"Please, Eddie. We were already planning on it, and- I don't want them to even have a chance to take me away from you. You're my Alpha, and I want to be your mate more than anything in the world. Just- please."

Eddie's heart swells and all he can do is nod before swooping in and kissing Steve, hard and desperate. The Omega responds so beautifully under Eddie's touch, and it takes no time for them to strip off their clothes, no time for them to touch and push and press until Eddie is joined with his beautiful mate-to-be.

He can't help the way he rambles as they move together, a litany of "Gonna bite you, baby. Gonna mate you, pup you, give you anything and everything you want."

Steve whines and squeezes where their hands are laced together in the bedding beside his head, a low mantra of "Please please please," falling from his lips.

They hit their climax together and Eddie sinks his teeth into the meat of Steve's neck, into the mating gland that rests under the skin. He groans at the taste of copper and almond that floods his senses, and barely registers the pinch of a bite on his own neck.

Eddie weeps as the bond snaps into place, and Steve isn't any better, fat tears falling down his face as they lay there and bask in the feeling of completion. Of knowing that they belong to each other, that nothing and no one can ever separate them.

They wake up early the next morning and take their time packing Eddie's things, trying to stall until Way arrives home from his shift. The man knows something's up the second he steps into the trailer, and it's a long, tearful goodbye full of promises to call and visit before they're climbing into Eddie's van.

They're on the road when Eddie reaches over to take Steve's hand in his own and squeezes it gently. "Hey. I love you," he says, sparing a glance over at his Omega, his mate, his Stevie.

He gets a gentle smile and a soft "I love you too," in return, and that's really all Eddie needs.

[kyliekast]

“”i was just gonna work with art on his grandma's farm for now. when we're on break and stuff.’”

Thinking thoughts of reader visiting Patrick on the farm with their son….

you get me. you get me so bad

the farm is far, but you don't mind driving the whole way, because you love art and want to see what jake's gonna be staying in for a couple weeks. it's a sprawling acreage, horses, cows, sheep, and goats fenced, grazing. you see a stable and chicken coop.

you gape as you park your car in the driveway. you see patrick's suv, art's truck, and another car that looks like it belongs to an older woman, if the bumper stickers are anything to go by. the house itself is huge, a flower wreath on the door, farm cats prowling around the porch, darting under the porch swing. there's a glimmering pool to the side, too, where art and patrick lounge in long chairs until they look at your car. they're smoking cigarettes in swim trunks.

patrick immediately hops up, and art follows, but you get out of your car and shout, "finish your cigarettes before you come over here!"

they both just snuff them and run over. you affectionately roll your eyes and go to unstrap jake from the carseat. he's in his little blue shirt, and you coo at him as you pick him up, soothing him out of his nap. he babbles tiredly and pops his thumb into his mouth. he has patrick's ears already. they peek from beside his head as he hides his face in your chest from the sun. "i know, baby, i know. we'll get you a nap soon." you walk towards the porch, sundress pooling at your ankles.

you note patrick's staring.

art talks first, excitedly going to give you a side hug. "hi."

"hi, art. one of you has manners, thank god. wanna take him inside? it's too hot out." only because you need to talk to patrick.

art nods excitedly and bundles jake in his arms, letting him grab at his fingers as he walks away. "c'mon, little guy. let me show you the crib me and your daddy built."

when art's inside, you look at patrick with your hands on your hips, waiting for him to say something.

his eyes rake your body one, two, three, a million times. "you look hot."

"if you lose even one of his socks -- "

"i always buy another fucking pair -- !"

"you shouldn't need to!"

"it's socks!"

"oh my god, whatever. whatever. give me a house tour, zweig, i wanna make sure my kid's not staying in a saw trap." you grab jake's bag and follow him in. it's the opposite of a saw trap, in all honesty. it's beautifully decorated, obviously touched by a woman. you walk up the stairs, walls lined with family photos. "who's staying here with you guys?"

"art's great aunt. his grandma's still not doing too hot."

"alright. so not by yourselves, right? someone with sense?"

"yes, mama bear. put the claws away."

"is she here?"

"she's busy. she's in the stables."

"well, can i talk to her?"

patrick groans. "you don't trust me? art?"

"this place is just really far away, okay? plus you guys are supposed to be working, right?" it didn't look like they were when you pulled up, but whatever. you let genuine concern seep into your voice, immediately regretting it when patrick looks at you with such softness.

"you could just stay here."

you could. it's gorgeous, vast. there's surely a guest room. you bite your cheek. "do you think he'd mind?"

"art? no, he misses you. he asked me if i'd ask you."

"well," you mumble, reaching the top of the stairs, "he should've asked me. i can't say no to him."

"nobody can. it's the -- "

" -- the puppy eyes -- "

" -- puppy eyes, yeah."

you walk into the nursery and, despite your stubbornness, you can't help yourself from going, "aw." it's much more rustic than either of his back home, and everything looks antique and cozy, all the quilts handmade. a crochet tapestry hangs on the wall, beside the crib where he sleeps, giraffe heads whittled into the bedframe's pikes. you thumb the sculpting. "did you guys really make this?"

art nods proudly, standing with his hands in his swim trunks' pockets. "do you think it looks good?"

"yeah, it's adorable. thank you."

patrick takes that. "youuu're welcome." you stare at him, and he laughs, scratching at his nose. "yo, art."

he perks. "yeah?"

"she said she wants to stay."

"i did not, patrick offered -- "

and there it already is, the excited glimmer of those eyes. "oh, well. if you want!"

jesus christ, you can't tell him no now. he's already rattling off about all the steaks they have and need to cook, how warm the pool gets, how big the guest room is. while he rambles, you shoot patrick a glare that could kill a hundred men.

[estapa-edwards]

Jack Hughes x reader she's being a brat and being pissy👀

PISSY - J.HUGHES

paring: Jack Hughes x reader

word count: 1.4k

requested? yes

warnings: use of y/n.

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Jack Hughes, the rising star of the NHL, is used to facing challenges on the ice. However, tonight's challenge was different. As he walked through the door of his apartment, he was greeted not by the cheering of fans or the camaraderie of his teammates, but by the piercing silence and palpable tension of his girlfriend, Y/N.

Y/N sat on the couch, her arms crossed, glaring at the TV. She didn't even bother to look up when Jack entered. He could sense the storm brewing just by her body language. He let out a soft sigh, dropped his bag by the door, and made his way over to her.

"Hey, babe," he said gently, leaning down to give her a kiss on the cheek.

She turned her head away, avoiding his kiss. "Don't 'hey, babe' me," she snapped.

Jack raised an eyebrow, taken aback by her tone. "What's wrong?" he asked, genuinely confused.

Y/N finally turned her head to look at him, her eyes blazing with frustration. "You really don't know, do you?" she asked incredulously.

Jack's mind raced, trying to figure out what he might have done wrong. He had been so busy with practices and games lately that he barely had time to think about anything else. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I've been really swamped with hockey. Did I miss something important?"

She rolled her eyes, clearly not satisfied with his response. "You missed everything important, Jack! You missed our anniversary dinner last night. You missed the plans we made for today. You missed being present in this relationship!"

Jack's heart sank. He had completely forgotten about their anniversary. "Y/N, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to forget. It's just been so hectic with the season starting. Can we please talk about this?"

Y/N stood up, shaking her head. "Talk about what, Jack? How you always put hockey first? How I'm always second in your life? I'm tired of feeling like I'm not important to you."

Jack reached out to her, but she stepped back, avoiding his touch. "Y/N, that's not true. You mean everything to me. I know I've been absent, and I promise I'll make it up to you. Please, just give me a chance."

She sighed, her anger starting to wane, replaced by sadness. "It's not just about making it up, Jack. It's about consistency. I need to know that you care, not just when it's convenient for you."

Jack felt a pang of guilt. He knew she was right. He had been so consumed by his career that he had neglected their relationship. "You're right, Y/N. I've been a terrible boyfriend, and I'm sorry. I want to do better. I will do better."

Y/N looked into his eyes, searching for sincerity. She saw the remorse in his eyes and felt a glimmer of hope. "You promise?"

"I promise," he said earnestly, taking her hands in his. "Let's start over. How about we go out for dinner tonight? Just the two of us. No hockey, no distractions. Just us."

She gave him a small smile, nodding. "Okay, Jack. Let's try again."

--- --- --- 

The restaurant was dimly lit, creating an intimate atmosphere perfect for their date. Jack had made sure to pick a place that was private enough for them to enjoy their time without being interrupted by fans or paparazzi. He held Y/N's hand as they were led to their table, determined to make this night special.

As they sat down, Jack couldn't help but notice the tension still lingering in Y/N's posture. He decided to address it head-on. "Y/N, I want tonight to be about us, but I also want to understand how you're feeling. I know I haven't been there for you, and I want to know what I can do to make it right."

Y/N appreciated his effort, but she wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily. "Jack, I need you to understand that it's not just about one missed dinner. It's about feeling like I'm always competing with your career for your attention. I support your dreams, but I need to feel like I'm a part of your life too."

Jack nodded, taking in her words. "I get that. And I know I need to find a better balance. Maybe we can set aside specific days or times where it's just about us, no matter what."

Y/N looked thoughtful, considering his suggestion. "That could work. But it's not just about the time, Jack. It's about the effort. I need to feel like you want to be with me, not just because you have to."

Jack reached across the table, taking her hand in his. "I do want to be with you, Y/N. More than anything. I know actions speak louder than words, and I promise I'll show you how much you mean to me."

She squeezed his hand, feeling a bit more reassured. "Okay. But if you break this promise, Jack, I don't know if I can keep doing this."

"I won't break it," he said firmly. "I swear."

The rest of the dinner went smoothly, with Jack and Y/N talking and laughing, slowly reconnecting. By the end of the night, the tension had melted away, replaced by a renewed sense of hope for their relationship.

--- --- --- 

In the following weeks, Jack made a conscious effort to keep his promise. He scheduled regular date nights, made sure to check in with Y/N throughout the day, and even surprised her with little gestures to show his appreciation. It wasn't always easy balancing his demanding career with his relationship, but he was determined to make it work.

Y/N noticed the change and felt herself starting to trust Jack again. She saw how hard he was trying and appreciated his efforts. However, she still had moments where she felt insecure and needed reassurance.

One evening, after a particularly tough game, Jack came home exhausted. He found Y/N sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone. He collapsed next to her, resting his head on her shoulder.

"Long day?" she asked, running her fingers through his hair.

"Yeah," he sighed. "But it's better now that I'm home with you."

She smiled, but a hint of her earlier frustration resurfaced. "You know, sometimes I feel like I'm competing with your fans too. It's hard to see you surrounded by people who adore you when I feel like I'm struggling to get your attention."

Jack lifted his head, looking into her eyes. "Y/N, you don't have to compete with anyone. My fans are great, but they don't hold a candle to you. You're the one I come home to, the one I want to share my life with. You're my priority."

Her eyes softened, and she leaned in to kiss him. "I just need to hear that sometimes. Thank you, Jack."

He smiled, wrapping his arms around her. "I'll remind you as often as you need. I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Jack," she whispered, feeling more secure in their relationship than she had in a long time.

--- --- --- 

As time went on, Jack and Y/N continued to work on their relationship. They faced challenges, but they also experienced moments of joy and growth together. Jack learned to balance his career and personal life better, and Y/N learned to trust in his commitment to her.

One night, as they were cuddled up on the couch watching a movie, Y/N turned to Jack with a mischievous grin. "You know, you've been doing pretty well at keeping your promises. But there's still one thing I need."

Jack looked at her, curious. "What's that?"

She leaned in close, her voice teasing. "I need you to make me feel special right now. Show me how much you care."

Jack's eyes sparkled with affection and a hint of playful challenge. "Oh, is that so? Well, I think I can manage that."

He scooped her up in his arms, making her squeal with delight. "Jack! Put me down!"

He carried her to their bedroom, setting her down gently on the bed. "Not a chance. Tonight, it's all about you."

Y/N giggled, her heart swelling with love for the man who had shown her how much he cared. As Jack leaned in to kiss her, she knew that they had overcome their struggles and come out stronger on the other side.

[acid-ixx]

Now that someone mentioned Connor as a possible love interest I think he will be a good choice. He obviously feels a similar kind of anger at his own father(s) so they could connect thanks to it. And his super hearing and other abilities will make it possible for him to always know when something is wrong with reader. I see reader being in shock that someone wants to be there for them and dismissing any yandere tendencies, toxic traits in favour of keeping Connors attention. Not like they could loose it no matter what they do, Connor is to obsessed and I could see him being dependent on his darling.

a/n: since i am more familiar with the animated series (young justice) for conner kent and i feel your ask is describing his version so i'm basing it off of him! but yes you are so fr in this. i will never not go too far when it comes to rambling, i love long asks hehe.

it was temporarily stated in chapter one that you had your momentary bouts of anger and that in itself already paved its way into conner's heart because of course most would be put off with the rage that he kindles within. you two would really be some sort of match made in heaven— it's like you deeply understand the intensity of his emotion, and you both share that bond nobody could deter; it being anger towards your parent/s and the inability to be accepted or nor noticed/your feelings being invalidated most of the time.

but because of the level of power between you, you being human and him literally being a carbon copy of superman, conner would be incredibly overprotective and possessive of you. and i'm not just implying that he would give anyone within a fifty mile radius a death glare, no, you would literally be glued to his figure all the time.

that means a hand on either your shoulders, your waist, or hips. if you were the shy type, then expect him always holding your hands or wrist. but if you don't mind the weird display of pda, then you'll be lucky enough to have the rights to smother your face in his chest whenever and wherever— sometimes that would even be his go signal to tell anybody off whenever you feel the slightest bit of discomfort.

but other than the advantages of being with him (protective guard dog 24/7), you would pretty much lose every sense of independence nor privacy. which isn't losing much since you already have your mad family on your tail constantly tracking you down and probably a huge bounty on your head— but at least you have your boyfriend with you, right?

with the lack of attention you were given to as a child, one given willingly without the need to ask for is basically a heaven for you. and with his powers? babe, you don't even need to ask for him to take you away to somewhere safer because he could already hear your heartbeats thumping louder and louder.

speaking of superhearing; a way to calm your boyfriend down quickly and efficiently would be laying his head on your chest. you'd probably discover the method later on your relationship, but as much as conner loves to hear your heartbeats from any distance, he loves it all the more when the only barrier that keeps him away from your beating heart would be your skin and your ribcage.

since conner was raised with the lack of physical contact and he's the type to push people away, your physical affection towards him is something he doesn't even know he craves, not until he tastes it for himself.

you wouldn't even feel the need to tell creeps off anymore! because conner is out there intimidating every person who dares to show the slightest bit of romantic intentions towards you.

so really, is it so bad if he wants you all for himself?

you both eventually gain a codependent relationship with each other— but it's not like any of you would leave each other wanting for more, because you both are more than enough for each other.

and conner thinks it's better off if it would only be the two of you in this world.

screw your family.

[izvmimi]

cw: no pronouns. love as hunger metaphor because why not. suggestive.

sanemi has told you in a million ways that he loves you, but nothing is more intimate than this - the outstretching of his scarred forearm to reach just before your dry lips.

and he watches you reluctantly hold your breath, your eyes pleading to him and asking him wordlessly how sure he is about this, how sure he is that on top of letting you live, letting you live with him, and loving you despite what you represent and what he represents, that he's willing to let you keep doing this. your mouth waters but you keep it closed, out of respect for yourself, and for him.

but you are starving, you are oh so hungry, and both of you know it. your own blood courses frantically through your veins, your heart rate quickened and erratic, all of your senses entranced and strangulated by his special blood.

sanemi says nothing more in response to your unspoken question of why, but in his eyes there is every answer, keeping his arm outstretched as he stares right at you, into your struggling damned soul.

"eat."

your face turns reflexively away as tears helplessly fall down your cheeks.

"i can't," you eke out.

he sighs.

"don't be difficult."

but he pities you, because rather than force his skin into your face he chooses an alternative, biting his thumb, then gripping your chin gently to smear the blood on your lips. the smell practically has your head spinning on its axis, even if it's nothing compared to the way you feel profoundly drunken when he makes love to you, and you inadvertently let in a sharp inhale; he takes the opportunity to stick the bleeding thumb in your mouth.

"if you even took a bite right now of me, i wouldn't blame you."

his thumb is between your teeth and you are oh so hungry still, but using all of your willpower, you pull his hand out, and reach for his previously proffered forearm instead.

"just a little," you murmur.

he smiles, as you bite - the sharp pain you dole out to him is the most loving and pleasurable thing - and drink your fill.

for you, anything.