#bellaverse

[caitified]

he story’s about Cait agreeing to do a cozy at-home interview so she can spend more time with her family, especially Bella. You’re the slightly nervous, unpolished partner who’s not used to Cait’s media world. Before the crew arrives, you’re scrambling—cleaning like your life depends on it, making sure Bella’s not going to blurt out any wild two-year-old things that raise eyebrows. Meanwhile, Cait is all calm and collected, reassuring you and hanging out with Bella like it’s just another day.

When the interview starts, the crew films in segments—first the formal questions, then the relaxed family stuff. They ask about getting married young, how you’re handling motherhood, and Cait just lights up talking about you. She’s all, "I couldn’t have picked a better person to go through life with. She’s the best mom and my biggest supporter.” You’re blushing, but then they bring up the Jumbotron clip. You’re mortified, trying to explain Bella’s meltdown by saying, "She just missed her mama." Bella immediately wriggles out of your arms to cling to Cait, who’s grinning ear-to-ear.

The interviewer leans into the family vibe, asking Bella questions like, "Did you miss Mama?" Bella nods shyly, with her hand in her mouth. Then they ask, "Do you like going to Mama’s games?" and Bella blurts out in baby-talk, "I love watching Mama play! She’s soooo cool, I wanna be like her." Cue Cait melting, pulling Bella in for a million kisses while you sit there laughing, like, "Yeah, this is my life—I’m permanently third-wheeling these two."

The whole thing ends with Bella crawling into Cait’s lap, giggling while Cait teases her like, "Are you my biggest fan? Or my littlest teammate?" and Bella’s like, "Both!" It’s just a wholesome, slightly chaotic peek into your family life that leaves everyone grinning. AND PLEASEEE add some of your certified CAITIFIED ideas because they eat everytime

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INTERVIEW

CAITLIN CLARK X FAMILY READER

comments: so you’re actually my favourite person on this app and i need you to send me requests for the rest of my life like these are too good. i’m loving the detail and you just get it. 🫂🫂

warnings:none

the day starts early, way earlier than you’d like, because the second caitlin clark agrees to do an at-home interview, your mind goes into overdrive. this isn’t just about her; it’s about your family—your home. suddenly, the laundry pile on the chair looks enormous, bella’s scattered toys are a minefield, and the smudges on the windows feel like glaring flaws. cait is leaning casually against the counter, sipping coffee like it’s any other day, while you’re trying to wrangle a two-year-old who thinks running away mid-diaper change is the height of comedy.

“babe, it’s fine. they’re not here to judge our cleaning habits,” caitlin says, her voice calm, steady. she’s dressed in her usual athleisure, bella perched on her hip, one tiny hand clutching her mama’s shirt. they look so natural together, and for a moment, you pause, your heart full of love for the little family you’ve built.

“easy for you to say,” you mutter, folding and refolding the same kitchen towel, “you’re used to cameras. bella isn’t. what if she says something weird? what if she throws a tantrum? what if they think we’re messy or bad parents?”

cait crosses the room, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “first of all, bella’s perfect. even if she says something wild, everyone will think it’s adorable. second of all, we’re not messy. and third,” she gently takes the towel from your hands, forcing you to look at her, “you’re the best mom. no camera crew’s gonna change that.”

you sigh, leaning into her. “you’re annoyingly good at calming me down.”

“it’s a talent,” she says with a smirk before bella pipes up, tugging at cait’s shirt. “mama, can i have toast?”

“see?” cait says, flashing you a grin. “she’s got priorities.”

when the crew arrives, you’re still fidgeting, smoothing your shirt and triple-checking the arrangement of throw pillows. cait greets them like old friends, bella clinging to her leg, her wide eyes scanning the unfamiliar faces. the crew starts setting up, and while they’re adjusting lights, cait gets down on bella’s level, softly whispering to her, making her giggle. it’s enough to ease some of your tension, watching how effortlessly she navigates this world.

the interview begins with formal questions, cait seated on the couch, you beside her, and bella bouncing between your laps. they ask about her career, her goals, and then shift to your life as a family. when they bring up getting married young, cait’s face softens, her hand finding yours.

“it wasn’t easy,” she says, looking at you with those big eyes that still make your heart flutter. “but it was the best decision i’ve ever made. she’s my rock, my biggest supporter, and honestly, the best mom to our little tornado over here.”

you feel your cheeks heat up, stammering something like, “well, she’s not too bad herself,” which makes the crew chuckle. then they ask about the viral jumbotron clip of bella crying during one of cait’s games. you bury your face in your hands, groaning.

“she just missed her mom,” you explain, trying to downplay it, but bella chooses that exact moment to wriggle out of your lap and climb into cait’s.

“mama,” she says firmly, snuggling into her. cait’s grin stretches ear to ear, and she kisses the top of bella’s head.

the interviewer, clearly leaning into the family vibe, asks bella, “did you miss mama that day?”

bella nods shyly, her tiny hand in her mouth. then they ask, “do you like going to mama’s games?”

bella lights up, her voice high-pitched and earnest. “i love watching mama play! she’s sooo cool. i wanna be like her.”

cait’s face softens even more, and she pulls bella close, peppering kisses all over her cheeks. “oh, my gosh, you’re too much,” she says, laughing, “are you my biggest fan or my littlest teammate?”

“both!” bella squeals, making everyone laugh.

after the crew leaves, bella lets out a dramatic sigh, flopping onto the couch like she just ran a marathon. “that was long,” she says, her tiny feet propped up on the coffee table.

you and cait exchange amused glances, both trying not to laugh. “oh, yeah?” you say, sitting beside her. “you work hard today, bella?”

“uh-huh,” she says seriously, then looks at cait. “mama, can i have cookies?”

cait bursts out laughing, scooping bella into her arms. “how about a cookie after dinner, miss diva?”

bella pouts for a second but quickly dissolves into giggles as cait tickles her. watching them, your heart feels impossibly full.

lots of love everyone! requests open.

[arthur-lesters-spinal-cord]

Bella and Noel from my Bellaverse au based off of that one Layendecker painting.

The au

[sarah-cummings-puncture-wounds]

bellaverse but scratch is her john

[snake-spire]

A little sketch dump from last night of my sillies

I need more love for Lilith, I can’t be the only one who loves her potential and her deadbeat dad (we all know Kayne was a shit father. She and Bella have so much in common)

Jane/John and Bella, I miss you dearly (created and drew the au in the first place)

And Dollins. I should draw more of them.

[a-mossy-amethyst]

I have multiple malevolent wips to work on... but oh... Bella!verse how you call to me.....

[croh3]

i hate that i still haven't finished any bellaverse art but have these sketches

[miscreantahead]

Just found out I lost my Horbrooke x Gloon fanfiction (silly af thing i did as a joke but im still mourning) along with the bellaverse and Butcher study fics I lost 3 weeks ago. MOURNING. So much mourning.

[caitified]

TIME

CAITLIN CLARK X FAMILY READER

comments; i am working on paige’s family but i cant get over caitlin’s 🥹 so pls keep family requests coming!

warnings:none.

caitlin had been buzzing about the time photoshoot for weeks. athlete of the year. it was surreal, even for her—someone who didn’t often let herself sit in her accomplishments for too long. she had earned it, of course, with her record-breaking performances and her name becoming synonymous with basketball itself. still, she looked at you the night she got the call, her hazel eyes wide with disbelief, and said, “can you believe this?”

you could. you always could. you’d never doubted her for a second, not in college, not in her rookie season, not ever. but seeing her like this, standing on the edge of something even bigger than she already was—it made you so proud you could barely breathe.

the day of the shoot, you woke up early, the three of you tangled together in bed. bella, your two-year-old, had crawled in sometime during the night and sprawled across caitlin’s chest, her little fingers fisted in caitlin’s t-shirt. caitlin didn’t move much when bella did that; she never wanted to risk waking her up. instead, she just held her close, her hand splayed protectively across her tiny back.

after a while you all get up and head to the kitchen. caitlins nerves manifesting in the way she paced around the house with her coffee, double-checking her outfit and asking you if her hair looked okay for the hundredth time. you’d smiled from your spot at the kitchen counter, bella perched on your hip, her dark curls still messy from sleep.

“mommy looks so pretty, doesn’t she, bella?” you said, smoothing a hand over your two-year-old’s hair.

bella nodded, her thumb in her mouth, but her little brows furrowed. “mommy’s always pwetty,” she mumbled, pressing her face into your shoulder.

caitlin leaned down and kissed her cheek. “you’re pretty, too, bella bear,” she said, her voice warm. “you and mommy are the prettiest girls in the whole world.”

bella giggled, but she clung tighter to you, like she knew the day wasn’t going to be just about her. you’d noticed this about her lately—the way she wanted more of your attention, especially when caitlin’s schedule got hectic. she was used to having her mom at her beck and call, and anything less than that just didn’t sit right with her.

…..

the studio was bustling when you arrived, filled with photographers, assistants, and stylists all working to prepare for the shoot. bella clung to your leg as you walked in, her eyes wide as she took in all the unfamiliar faces and bright lights.

“wow,” she whispered, her little hand gripping yours tightly.

“it’s a lot, huh?” you said gently, crouching down to her level. “but mommy’s going to do such a great job, and we’ll stay right here with her the whole time, okay?”

bella nodded, but you could see the hesitation in her eyes as she glanced over at caitlin, who was already being whisked away by a stylist.

“mama,” bella said softly, tugging on your hand. “why are they taking mommy?”

“they’re just helping her get ready for her pictures, sweetheart,” you explained, smoothing a hand over her curls. “she’ll be right back.”

at first, bella was okay. she sat on your lap, nibbling on a snack while you both watched caitlin pose for the cameras. caitlin looked incredible—her sharp features softened by the warm lighting, her hazel eyes bright and focused as she followed the photographer’s directions.

but as the shoot went on, bella started to grow restless. her little hands fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, and she kept shifting in your lap, her brows furrowed in frustration.

“mama,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of activity in the room. “why is mommy not looking at me?”

your heart ached at her question, and you hugged her closer. “mommy’s just busy right now, baby. but she loves you so much, and she’s going to be done soon, okay?”

bella didn’t look convinced. her lower lip jutted out in a pout, and she crossed her arms over her chest, her little face set in a stubborn expression.

“i don’t like it,” she mumbled, her voice trembling slightly.

by the time the shoot was finally over, bella was at her breaking point. the moment caitlin walked over to you, still glowing from the excitement of the day, bella turned her face away, refusing to even look at her.

“bella bear,” caitlin said softly, crouching down in front of her. “what’s wrong, baby? why won’t you look at mommy?”

but bella just clung to you, burying her face in your shoulder and shaking her head. “no,” she said firmly.

“no?” caitlin repeated, her brows knitting together in concern. she looked up at you, confused. “what’s going on?”

“i think she’s upset about all the attention you were getting,” you said gently, rubbing soothing circles on bella’s back.

caitlin’s face fell, guilt flashing in her hazel eyes. “bella,” she said softly, reaching out to touch her daughter’s hand. “i’m sorry if i made you feel left out. i didn’t mean to.”

but bella just shook her head again, her little hands clutching your shirt tightly. “don’t want mommy,” she mumbled.

the words hit caitlin like a blow, and you could see the hurt on her face as she stood up, her shoulders slumping. “i’ll give her some space,” she said quietly, her voice heavy with emotion.

…

the rest of the evening was tense. bella stayed glued to your side, refusing to acknowledge caitlin no matter how hard she tried. at bedtime, she insisted that you be the one to tuck her in, and when caitlin came in to say goodnight, bella turned her back to her.

caitlin sighed, pressing a kiss to bella’s curls anyway. “goodnight, bella bear. i love you,” she said softly before leaving the room.

you found her in the living room a few minutes later, sitting on the couch with her head in her hands. “she hates me,” caitlin said when she looked up at you, her voice filled with frustration and sadness.

“she doesn’t hate you,” you said gently, sitting down beside her. “she’s just two. she doesn’t understand. give her time.”

it was almost an hour later when you heard the soft sound of little feet padding down the hallway. you looked up just as bella appeared in the doorway, clutching her stuffed bunny to her chest.

“mommy?” she said quietly, her voice trembling.

caitlin’s head shot up, and she was on her feet in an instant. “bella? what’s wrong, baby?”

bella’s lip wobbled as she ran to caitlin, reaching up with her tiny arms. “want you,” she said, her voice breaking.

caitlin scooped her up immediately, holding her close and pressing kisses to her curls. “oh, bella bear,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “i’m so sorry, baby. i didn’t mean to make you sad.”

bella sniffled, her little hands clutching at caitlin’s shirt. “didn’t like those people,” she mumbled. “didn’t like mommy not looking at me.”

caitlin’s arms tightened around her, her hazel eyes glistening with unshed tears. “i’m sorry, bella. i love you so much, and i promise i’ll always make time for you, okay? you’re my most important girl.”

bella nodded, her little body relaxing in caitlin’s arms. “love you, mommy,” she whispered.

“i love you too, bella bear,” caitlin said, her voice full of relief. she kissed her daughter’s forehead before looking over at you, her gaze soft and full of gratitude.

you smiled, your heart full as you watched them. “told you she’d come around,” you said teasingly, and caitlin laughed, the sound warm and full of love.

thanks for reading! i love them so much, more to come. requests open.

[arthur-lesters-spinal-cord]

Bella malevolent fans I require any head cannons you have pretty please.

I need to know more about her theres so little cannon stuff about her i cant

[sarah-cummings-puncture-wounds]

y’all TRUST i will do my part for the bellaverse, faroeverse, and women of malevolent, I promise 🤚🏽

[snake-spire]

Alright, I’ve now finished a page in my sketchbook with Lilly! Specifically that for Bella!Verse and she’s already become my new favorite character.

So to explain some things: She transfers from Harper’s Hills to the soup kitchen/homeless shelter that Oscar is the head of where she meets Bella again after the months she went missing after her coma. I have a short comic about their reunion that I’m itching to draw, but I have so many ideas already.

Oscar is technically still around but Bella doesn’t meet him until what would be the end of season 4 in this au. He and Lilly have a very sweet relationship with each other: Lilly is aware of Oscar’s drinking problems and does her best to take care of him after and Oscar is like a mentor figure to her.

And of course, Jane/John is very happy to see Lilly again, but his opinions of the nurse sours because of her jealousy.

Lilly goes to the worm house with Bella and gets attacked like Oscar, this time, the worms go to her leg and it’s cut from the knee.

(Poorly drawn worm in her leg below +the aftermath)

The only time Bella meets Oscar would be just outside of Marie’s house when he delivers Lilly’s letter to her.

[toocoolfordamnation]

.they should let me make edits of podcast characters who dont even have speaking parts theyre just mentioned. and edits of things that happened to them in an au that only exists in my head

[arthur-lesters-left-arm]

so arthur dies in childbirth

change my mind: bella and arthur lester were in an accidental lavender marriage

[grayscale-sparks]

okay so @lordofthesoups said nyarlathotep cultist Arthur once and I’m taking it and running.

(Yapping under the cut, also yapping about drug abuse and alcohol)

SO.

Kayne’s bored. He’s passing through universes, he’s killing all versions of himself, he’s dissecting different Arthur’s left and right like the guy’s a frog. But he’s bored as hell.

so why not fuck up a timeline? Why not shadow Arthur’s footsteps his whole life, get to him before Parker does. Kayne’s his savior, thank you, now get on your knees.

Arthur never recovers the way he does with Parker, and Kayne has no intention of letting him. He leads Arthur to a cult in his name, whispering pretty words in his ear. Salvation doesn’t work, but the opportunity to forget sure does.

Arthur’s a drunk. And hey, drugs were rampant in the dirty corners of the city, and they made Arthur quiet.

Kayne is his god now, and he’s feeling a little less bored. This Arthur ate from his palm now, worshipped his name, and things were looking up for Kayne.

now this all stemmed from an idea where Arthur is on his knees weakly calling out for Kayne, intoxicated out of his fucking mind, and Kayne ignores him until he breaks

however if we’re asking for proper plot, there could be the Parker comes in guns blazing etc etc. OR we can move to good old New York and the police bust the area (cue Detective Noel)

and we can have like a Noel/Oscar/Arthur situation trying to reverse all the damage Kayne had done to him

don’t- don’t ask what happened to John in this universe I don’t know

we can keep Soup’s bellaverse route but that’s their thing and I’m not gonna fuck with their perfect au (promise promise)

[drowningparty]

Anyway. Bellaverse Sketches Be Upon You

[abellmunsonmovie]

_________₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊Welcome to the Bellaverse₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊_________ Hi:>┊₊✩ hi, i'm bella I write for stranger things and other fandoms. I write fluff, angst, and comfort, I don't write smut because im not great at writing it (loll), and I don't write for real people/celebrities just cause it makes me uncomfy. I make mood boards, edits and spotify playlist as well! also, I take request, for mood boards and writings! I hope you enjoy my works<3 Fandoms:0┊₊✩ some fandoms i am in are stranger things, supernatural, always sunny, glee, deadpool, jersey shore, lana del rey, hozier, jackass, and scream. my masterlist my socials