#i need more people to talk to on here omg

[astonmartinii]

mother duck | carlos sainz social media au

pairing: carlos sainz x fem presenter!reader

carlos kissed her goodbye before she went to the rookie round table, he didn’t realise she’d come back with five ducklings of her own

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user1: i have been moved

user2: more of this type of content please

user3: i think they could’ve gotten at least a couple of hours of footage here those kids love to talk

yourusername: not what i’ve been used to but a blast nonetheless!

kimiantonelli: you will be coming to all of the races, right?

kimiantonelli: right? please!

yourusername: yes, i will be there kimi don’t worry

kimiantonelli: omg yay!

user4: oh no… they’re attached…

user5: someone call carlos sainz, is he aware he’s become a father of five overnight?

carlossainz55: excuse me?

gabrielbortoleto: hi!

carlossainz55: no no no i don’t do all of this grid kid nonsense

isackhadjar: please don’t say that i have abandonment issues :(

carlossainz55: what ???

user6: bro sat back and watched charles adopt all the kids last season but now it’s his turn

user7: ollie is meant to be charles’ grid kid…

charles_leclerc: A ROBBERY?

carlossainz55: you can keep him !!!

olliebearman: you don’t want me 😢

yourusername: carlos don’t be mean to them!

carlossainz55: what the fuck is going on right now ???

user8: carlos left his gf for one 20 minute interview and now has kids ?

user9: ugh i’ve missed this chaos

jackdoohan: can we do all media with you @yourusername ?

yourusername: i don’t think so :(

jackdoohan: so not fair :(((((

jackdoohan: if we don’t have media with you can we at least come to dinner?

kimiantonelli: i’m free for dinner!

gabrielbortoleto: me too

isackhadjar: me three

olliebearman: can we get italian?

carlossainz55: nuh uh it’s date night tonight

kimiantonelli: *our date night

carlossainz55: no?

yourusername: come on carlos…

carlossainz55: fine! but just this one time

user10: it’s going to be a long season for mr sainz i fear

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yourusername: australia that’s a wrap on qualifying - a few surprises at both ends of the grid!

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user11: i am an old man who usually hates the fluffy stuff off of track but kimi going in for a hug in the media pen was very cute

user12: i think people forget just how young he is so it’s good he feels he has other people to go to in the paddock!

user13: his poor media handler looked very confused

olliebearman: can we definitely get dinner now :( talking to you in the media pen was probably the only good thing from today

yourusername: of course ollie! i know it was a tough day but you’ll get in the swing of it with the car

carlossainz55: i thought we were going to be able to shake them for dinner :(

olliebearman: CARLOS I AM IN DISTRESS PLEASE PAY FOR MY PASTA

yourusername: he clearly needs comfort!

carlossainz55: he doesn’t need comfort he’s trying to extort us

olliebearman: so you don’t love me enough to let me extort you?

carlossainz55: no?

user14: these rookies are cracking me up

user15: please strap them down in front of a camera and let them yap

gabrielbortoleto: did you see my save?

yourusername: i did! very impressive gabi

gabrielbortoleto: did you @carlossainz55 ?

maxverstappen1: so i mean nothing to you now?

gabrielbortoleto: NO! i love you max - did you see my save?

maxverstappen1: it was very impressive bubbles

carlossainz55: definitely not a ‘b grade’ driver

gabrielbortoleto: OMGGGG THANK YOU

maxverstappen1: i give up?

yourusername: i don’t really know what’s happening right now - but just go with it max, he still loves you he spoke at LENGTH about you to me just this morning

user16: these kids be attaching to anyone who looks at them

user17: they’re just like me for real

isackhadjar: looking forward to debriefing over garlic bread :D

yourusername: you were amazing today isack!

isackhadjar: hehehehehehehehe

carlossainz55: at least this one isn’t shouting at me

jackdoohan: what about me?

carlossainz55: you know what, you’ve bothered me the least so you’re my favourite

kimiantonelli: NOT FAIR

olliebearman: but i cycle?

gabrielbortoleto: but you liked my save?

isackhadjar: all i want is some garlic bread :(

yourusername: carlos! you can’t say one of them is your favourite - that’s not how kids work

carlossainz55: i never asked for this !!!

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carlossainz55: back in italy for imola and on a date with my favourite girl

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user18: carlos went to italy extra early so they could have dinner without the rookies intruding lmao

user19: bro is being haunted by five kids

user20: he’s better than me because i would crumble immediately

yourusername: no one else i’d rather be with

carlossainz55: i’ve missed being with you (just you)

yourusername: we’ve had just enough alone time i think

landonorris: gross

carlossainz55: not you too

landonorris: if you think about it i was technically your first kid…

carlossainz55: ONE NIGHT WITHOUT THIS NONSENSE PLEASE

user21: i think carlos might be losing his mind

alexalbon: oh he definitely is if his loud ramblings i can hear through the driver room walls

yourusername: i think he’s just like that?

carlossainz55: huh?

yourusername: you asked me on a date because you were talking to yourself loudly before our interview about ‘how pretty my smile is’

carlossainz55: my thoughts are loud!

carlossainz55: but in that instance i’m very glad they were screaming in my head

yourusername: i’m very glad too <3

user22: omg that’s such a cute/concerning meet cute

user23: the most carlos sainz thing ever i fear

kimiantonelli: i see our invite got lost in the mail?

olliebearman: and in kimi’s home country… that’s just cruel

carlossainz55: i would like ONE romantic night with the love of my life ALONE

carlossainz55: CAN I PLEASE HAVE THAT? I DON’T THINK I’M ASKING THAT MUCH

isackhadjar: you didn’t need to be that mean about it :(

kimiantonelli: i’m sorry, i just wanted to show you the best places in imola …

olliebearman: does this mean you don’t want to go cycling on thursday anymore?

jackdoohan: can i still go for coffee with y/n?

gabrielbortoleto: we just wanted to see you guys :(

yourusername: no my babies :((( we love you and of course we want to see you! we just need to have some alone time every once in a while

carlossainz55: y/n please stop feeding into this

carlossainz55: STOP SHOWING ME THE PHOTOS THEY’RE SENDING YOU OF THEIR SAD FACES

carlossainz55: FINE! WE’LL ALL GO FOR BREAKFAST TOMORROW NOW LET ME ENJOY MY NIGHT WITH Y/N

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gabrielbortoleto: that was a big one! i’m sorry to the team but i’m happy to say that i’ll be okay and will be back for the next race. thank you y/n and carlos for coming and keeping me company in the hospital!

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user24: okay i know we’ve all poked fun at the grid kid thing and how it’s so funny that carlos hates it but for real, i’m glad they were in the paddock and were able to be there for him

user25: that makes all the jokey stuff so much better honestly

yourusername: we’re so happy you’re all okay gabi!

gabrielbortoleto: thank you for coming! i know i’m a bit of a drama queen but my parents couldn’t come from brazil so thank you for not leaving me alone :)

gabrielbortoleto: can we have a ducky sleepover?

carlossainz55: a what?

gabrielbortoleto: y/n calls us her duckies! so a ducky sleepover would be all of us coming over (and getting ice cream)

yourusername: i think that’s an amazing idea

carlossainz55: okay, okay. but i am never calling you guys duckies.

yourusername: just you wait baby :)

user26: his radio just reminded me how young him and all the other rookies actually are

user27: i want to just wrap them all up in blankets and tell them it’s all going to be okay

user28: good thing they have y/n and carlos to do that

alexalbon: he won’t tell you this but he did run back to his drivers room to get gabi a jumper and a blanket, he’s a softy for them really

yourusername: that's my man 🥰

kimiantonelli: we’re the five duckies so please refrain from flipping into the barriers again please and thank you

yourusername: kimi?!

carlossainz55: that’s not how we word these things kimi

kimiantonelli: woah i’m trying to lighten the mood

olliebearman: everyone has been a real debby downer today - like three of us got points! (this is a joke, i am happy you’re okay gabi)

gabrielbortoleto: bring the mood back down, i’ve got some more things i want to get with my sympathy points

carlossainz55: gabi???

gabrielbortoleto: fernando taught me to take advantage of anything and everything

carlossainz55: that sounds about right…

user29: why is fernando still at the scene of the crime

kimiantonelli: he’s old! he won his last championship before i was born!

fernandoalo_oficial: @carlossainz55 control your kid

carlossainz55: excuse me? after what you’ve taught gabi?

fernandoalo_oficial: oh don’t act so innocent carlito - did isack or did isack not steal all of the goodies from the media pen because he MANIPULATED the comms girls

isackhadjar: i DID NO SUCH THING

isackhadjar: i am just a nice guy!

jackdoohan: he distracted them and i took them!

fernandoalo_oficial: scoundrels

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carlossainz55: as much as they’re annoying - i love our duckies and it’s going to take more than one DNF to turn me against them

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user30: oh wow he is a changed man

user31: i fear this is a real mark of maturity because believe me i’d be crashing the fuck out (pun intended)

user32: i mean now he’s seen it back he defo knows that it wasn’t really any one person’s fault

olliebearman: I’M SO SORRY CARLOS

olliebearman: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE FORGIVE ME

kimiantonelli: what about me ????

olliebearman: you are NOT the priority here

kimiantonelli: we have a ship name ??? does that mean nothing?

olliebearman: not right now? not when our cycling sessions are on the line?

carlossainz55: are you guys finished arguing now?

olliebearman: can you forgive me now so we can get back to arguing

carlossainz55: i told you guys there’s no hard feelings, we all got squeezed in the rain - stop stressing

olliebearman: okay thanks

kimiantonelli: thx

kimiantonelli: anyway

kimiantonelli: HOW DARE YOU NOT WANT MY FORGIVENESS FIRST?

olliebearman: omg you’re so self-involved

jackdoohan: you gonna let him say that kimi?

kimiantonelli: ME? SELF-INVOLVED?

isackhadjar: ollie i can hear him bitching from here…

olliebearman: GASP!

gabrielbortoleto: kimi… clearly he doesn’t care about the sanctity of bearnelli

kimiantonelli: i can’t believe this 😖

yourusername: right okay let’s calm it down boys

carlossainz55: no this is quite entertaining let them keep going …

yourusername: so you are the bad influence

carlossainz55: if we have to keep them around i might as well enjoy it

yourusername: really?

carlossainz55: the longer they argue and instigate, the less they are bothering us and i can actually spend time with my girlfriend

user33: this whole comment section is just one big familial domestic

user34: they are everything to me

user35: carlos can never retire now i’m sorry those are the rules

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yourusername: omg all five of our duckies scored points and carlos was on the pdoium this weekend at silverstone!!! what an anniversary weekend, and our duckies remembered!

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user36: THE DUCKIES

user37: i don’t care how dumb the nickname is i love it so much

user38: free yourself from thinking everything is cringe

jackdoohan: so since you’re from silverstone, can we claim this as a home race so we can all say got points at home

yourusername: i’ve seen shakier logic from oscar so i’ll say yes!

oscarpiastri: RUDE

kimiantonelli: he’s just bitter because no one cares about his lil grid kid stunt in monaco anymore now we have y/n and carlos

oscarpiastri: omg ??? leave me alone

olliebearman: come say that to our faces 😡

jackdoohan: he won’t we out number him

iscakhadjar: 💪

oscarpiastri: you people are all like rabid dogs

carlossainz55: watch what you say about the duckies

oscarpiastri: this is crazy, you were the one who was constantly complaining about them

carlossainz55: yes well now i like them! and i don’t appreciate your tone

oscarpiastri: why weren’t you this nice to me as a rookie?

carlossainz55: eh?

gabrielbortoleto: he just likes us better!

carlossainz55: he’s not wrong…

oscarpiastri: fine! charles is a better grid dad anyway

oscarpiastri: and while we’re at it i’m gonna claim max as well

charles_leclerc: yeah i never complained about oscar, i took him in immediately!

maxverstappen1: i don’t know how i got roped into this but yeah - we’re better!

user39: you know what? sure

user40: i stopped asking questions a long time ago

user41: they got them gifts for their anniversary? that’s too fucking cute i can’t

user42: duckies you are so iconic

carlossainz55: i guess the duckies are good for one thing - gifts

yourusername: it’s definitely a perk!

carlossainz55: but i’ll deal with all of their chaos if it means being with you

yourusername: awwwww i love you too

yourusername: so much we have five kids before being married…

carlossainz55: is this a hint?

yourusername: i don’t know you tell me?

kimiantonelli: PLEASE DON’T PROPOSAL WITHOUT US THERE

jackdoohan: that is a threat

olliebearman: bagsy being a bridesmaid

isackhadjar: i know someone who can get you the eiffel tower?

gabrielbortoleto: omg my first wedding party !!!

carlossainz55: let’s all slow down for a second - i will propose but you little devils will not be involved…

yourusername: but they’re so cute 😢

carlossainz55: maybe… but only because i love you

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note: kinda on fire today? i will be crashing in like two hours so i had to be productive while i could be

[angelyuji]

yandere mark grayson

might be a little ooc lowkey... sorry.

tw // stalking, nolan is an enabler, yandere behavior, emotional manipulation, honestly nothing too crazy compared to what ive written in the past

mark grayson x reader

im gonna talk mostly about story mark and not the variants but ill add a couple cutesy little remarks at the end

markie poo is very intense as a yandere, not in the kidnapping sort of sense but like emotionally

you’d probably meet him in college and start off as friends

he’s def the type to fall in love at first sight tho like he sees you and its like some angelic light bathed you

he was in awe

he def uses his powers to stalk you and figure out everything about you

william lowkey encourages it too cause…. he seems like the type to stalk his crushes (he’s a normal person so its like kinda a normal amount)

anyway he doesn’t really realize how he’s following you or watching you until someone points it out (eve) and he’s like “omg im so evil im so bad and evil and i should die”

and he confesses it to his parents cuz who knows better than him? mama y papa!!

“im so sorry, i know i shouldn’t use my powers to stalk (y/n). i know what im doing is wrong. i just like them… so so much.” mark buries his head in his hands, too ashamed to look at his parents.

he hears his mom sigh, “mark what you’ve been doing is-” she stops. mark looks up to see his dad whisper into her ear. she bites her lip before nodding. debbie pulls him into a hug before leaving the room to go upstairs. mark feels tears well up in his eyes, seeing the disappointment in his mom’s eyes.

“mark.” he looks over at his dad. “come here, son.” nolan pats the space next to him on the couch. mark hesitantly, moves to sit next to his father. “i sent your mother away because i needed to explain something to you. something she would never understand.” his father’s voice was low. mark swallows, trepidation building. “when i first met your mother, she had rejected me.” he sits back, “and i loved her more for it. everyday i would watch her, where she worked, where she lived, who she spent time with, everything, mark. i needed to know more about her, i wanted for her to be mine… i was-” nolan barks out a laugh, “i was willing to take her away from everything if she would’ve rejected me again.” he looks over at mark, “fortunately for all of us, your mom agreed for a date and now… here we are.” nolan smiles, wistfully. mark stays silent, processing everything. nolan pats his son on the knee, “what i’m trying to say, son, is that what you’re doing is normal. you are my son, of course you could love like i do.” nolan ruffles mark’s hair before standing up.

“but mom-”

“what your mother doesn’t know won’t hurt her, mark. and what (y/n) doesn’t know won’t hurt them.”

i made up that nolan did all that, but like…. who would be surprised if he actually did lol

anyway, nolan highkey made mark worse becuz why would u say all that, man… (i made him say it but that’s beside the point)

mark doesn’t even have his own place yet, so kidnapping is off the table and with papa nolan in space, he knows debbie won’t be down for him bringing back a gagged you lol

if ur single, he’ll just push and push and push until you’re like omg fine ill go on a date with you

he’ll do everything right just so you won’t think about not dating him

he doesn’t want to tell you that he’s invincible but if it means you’ll trust him to protect you, he’ll do tell u

he’s very very very overprotective

if you’re in danger… everybodys dying he does not gaf

if ur in a relationship, ur partner’s going missing… sorry to them but mark will swoop in while you’re grieving and then bam somehow you guys are dating

he would never hurt you, but he would hurt other people to get to you/make you realize you’ll never escape him

like father like son as they say

anyway some quickie thoughts about invincible war before we move on

the moment those unhinged freaks stepped foot into this universe, they’re gonna find you

similar to that moment in the show where the burned looking mark when home to fake-cry to kill debbie, smth like that except they show up and take you with them

anyway i have similar thoughts but mostly about omni-mark and the other freaked up mark #needthatbad

they’re sooo obsessed with u but its hard to give a generalized behavior headcanon cuz each of my freaks are so different

also before i go, i wanna go back to when i said he’s very emotionally intense

he’ll twist your words and make you feel bad for rejecting him/not listening to him

mark would def use his fears to make you do what he wants

“mark, i need to get to class.” you try to pull yourself out of his grasp, but his hands go back around your waist. the two of you lay naked next to each other in your dorm after he had come back from patrol, you can see his suit peeking out from under the bed as you try to pull yourself away once more.

“(y/n), please don’t go.” you turn to look at your boyfriend, he pouts as he pulls you closer. he buries his head into your chest and you feel your face get hot.

“mark, i have to go to class. i’ve already missed 3 lectures because of you.” you push yourself away and off the bed. you feel his hand clasp onto yours. “mark.” you frown and look back, annoyed, when you see his tears. “oh my god, mark,” you immediately fold, holding him close.

“i just… i’m sorry i know you have to go to class, but i was so worried with everything that’s happening. i had- i had a nightmare i lost you.” his voice was thick as he held back his tears. he presses his lips against yours, rough and needy. you let him; your heart heavy as you feel the weight on his shoulders. “i can’t lose you, (y/n). you’re my… you’re my everything, i can’t survive without you.” you let him kiss you once more, letting him pour his love into you. soon, you find yourself wrapped up in his touch. his lips against every part of you, his hands caressing your skin, his voice whispering sweetly into your ears. you missed your classes once more as mark held you tight. “i won’t survive without you, (y/n)…” his voice lulls you back to sleep, “and i won’t let you leave me.”

[wosospacegirl]

And they were roommates - part 8

Summary: Y/n gets injured and has to stay in recovery for 8 months. It's a good thing her friend and teammate Kyra is more than willing to move in with her. wink wink

Warnings: omg first I love you!!! New characters just dropped.... hi Lotte!! Y/n being away from Kyra for the first time <3

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“Did you pack everything?” Y/n asked for what felt like the millionth time. “Extra socks, extra shirts, extra–”

Kyra silenced her with a kiss. “The only thing missing from my suitcase is you,” she said, stepping back– just far enough to discreetly stuff two more pairs of socks into her bag; because yes, she had forgotten.

Y/n pretended she didn’t see it for the sake of her mental well-being. 

“Relax, it’s not the first time I travel, you know,” Kyra said, closing her suitcase.

“I know! I just don’t want you to forget important stuff!”

“If I forget anything I’ll just take Steph’s,” Kyra shrugged.

I don’t think Steph would like that.”

“I'll gaslight her into thinking everything I take is actually mine,” Kyra said.

“Have you ever played mind games with me?”

“Nope, when it comes to you, I just let myself be manipulated.”

“Me? manipulate you?” Y/n asked. “You’re the one who manipulated me into adopting a cat.”

“Footy,” Kyra said seriously. “Call him by his name, please, it’s the first time he’ll be away from me.” Kyra took Footy, who was sleeping on the bed and kissed him on the head. “He’s gonna need your support, my poor little–”

“Ouch!” Footy scratched Kyra’s face and jumped off her arms, getting out of the room. 

“Little traitor,” Kyra muttered, narrowing her eyes. “I was going to bring him back some American cat food, but now? No chance.”

“American cat food?” Y/n snorted. “What, hamburger-flavored, Coca-cola?”

Kyra shook her head.

“No, it’s, like… tuna-flavored. Very epicure. Gourmet even.”

“Gourmet my ass. That’s just fancy sardines, babe”

“I was gonna bring him back a souvenir, but fine.” Kyra pouted. “Maybe I'll save it for some Australian cat with actual manners.”

“Meow.”

“I won't accept your apologise, Footy, you w–”

“Please, stop talking to the cat and pack your stuff.”

Kyra didn't want to pack, not now, not later.

“You completely ignored how my face is all bruised, though ” Kyra pointed at a very small scratch on her cheek, trying to save some time.

“Oh my god baby! How will you ever survive!” Y/n gasped, mock horror in her voice as she grabbed as she grabbed some wipes from the bathroom. “They’ll have to bench you for sure.”

Kyra rolled her eyes. “You’re so funny.”

Y/n sat on the bed by Kyra’s side, wipes in hand.

“And you are dramatic, very dramatic,” Y/n said, carefully holding Kyra’s jaw as she cleaned the small droplets of blood from her scratch. “There, all done.”

“Kiss it better,” Kyra demanded.

Y/n rolled her eyes but gave in, kissing Kyra’s cheeks.

“My lips hurt too,” Kyra said.

Y/n smiled against Kyra’s face and slowly found her lips, kissing her slowly.

“Do you know what else hurts?” Kyra whispered

“What?” Y/n asked, gently sucking Kyra's lower lips

“Guess,” 

Y/n smiled mischievously at Kyra, their mouths meeting again. Y/n's hands were under Kyra's shirt, touching the soft skin of her stomach.

“Steph and Caitlin won’t be here for, like, five more minutes” Y/n murmured, rolling Kyra’s already-hard nipples between her fingers.

“Then we have plenty of time.” 

Kyra arched her back slightly, giving Y/n even more access to her chest.

Y/n leaned her torso and kissed Kyra's neck. The girl moaned and responded. “More.” 

Y/n obeyed And sucked just under her ear, it was probably going to leave a mark, maybe not a full-on purple hickey, but it would leave the skin slightly reddish.

“People will see it” Kyra whined, eyes closed.

“I want them to see it,” Y/n said, sucking another mark, now on the back of Kyra's neck, more private.

“They’ll tease me,” Kyra whined as Y/n pressed her nipples harder, with more aggression. “Fuck, um, more.”

But then a loud noise filled the room. A honk coming from the Streets.

“Fuck,” Y/n said staying still for A minute before realising that the honk meant Kyra had to get and look decent again.

“Yeah, fuck,” Kyra agreed.

She gently took Y/n's arms in Her hand, making the girl let go of her breasts. “And that's Steph and Caitlin.” 

Kyra sighed, pressing a kiss to Y/n's forehead. “Sorry, they have the worst timing, I swear.”

“It's alright,” Y/n murmured, slightly. “We can finish this when I take the cast off.”

Kyra got up and Y/n watched as Kyra got her suitcase and put on her shoes.

"Did they give you a real date for the cast Removal?” Kyra asked, knowing well that the last time Y/n asked her physiotherapist this question they gave her a very vague response.

“No, same answer,” Y/n said. “Maybe in three weeks, but we aren't sure, Y/n, is up to your bone” Y/n made quotation marks and a very bad imitation of the physiotherapist's voice.

Kyra giggled while putting a cap on the mirror “Don't give the woman a hard time, c’mon.”

“She's the one denying me freedom!”

Kyra opened the wardrobe and picked A hoodie, a yellow one with small flowers on it.

“That's so cute, I'm gonna take it!” Kyra said happily. 

“No, you're not!” Y/n said, furrowing her eyebrows. “That's mine.”

“So?” Kyra asked deadpan. “I need something warm to wear on the flight.”

Y/n pointed at the right side of the wardrobe. Kyra's side. “Pick something of your own.”

“But I don't have anything yellow.” she pouted.

“I'll buy You something yellow when you get back.”

“But I want something yellow to take on the Plane,” Kyra argued back. 

“No, put it back.”

“Why?”

“I don’t like sharing!”

“That's not very nice of you,” Kyra said. “I'm so good to you,  we share each other's clothes, you know, it's cute.”

”it's not fair that you’re already leaving me here for two whole weeks,” Y/n argued. “Now you want to leave me here AND steal my clothes?”

“Any clothes? Baby I want to take one hoodie,”

“Yep but–”

Another honk. Caitlin and Steph were getting impatient. And with a reason.

“Okay whatever,” Y/n said. “Take the hoodie, but don't lose it, ok?”

Kyra smiled and held the hoodie closer. “Thank you!”

Kyra put the hoodie on and Y/n had to say it. It looked way better on Kyra than it did on her, but she wasn’t going to say that. 

Suddenly, it hit Y/n. Kyra was really leaving–14 whole days–to another continent.

“I’ll miss you,” Y/n confessed, watching Kyra. 

She looked extra cute wearing the hoodie, maybe You would put it in her part of the wardrobe when Kyra gets back. A subtle message of, it's yours if you want. 

Damn, she was down bad.

It was the first time Kyra was going to leave You alone–full-time. She was trying not to make a fuss about it, to act cool and collected so Y/n wouldn't get upset or angry.

“I’ll miss you too,” Kyra said softly, bending down and kissing Y/n. “A lot.”

Kyra was well aware that Y/n could take care of herself. She learned to take a bath all by herself during the last few days; Y/n and Kyra meal prepped for the last two weeks so Y/n wouldn't have to cook--they had a whole fight about it, but Kyra won–.

Overall, they had everything organized so that Y/n’s routine wouldn't change a lot for those two weeks. Beth and Lotto, who had small injuries and didn't make it to the squad, were excited when Kyra asked if they could keep an eye on Y/n--of course she didn't tell Y/n that.

Beth even said she could drive Y/n to the physiotherapy. 

Kyra wasn't worried about Y/n. She just…didn't want her to bite more than she could chew. God forbid she tried to take a walk without her crutches or something like that.

Kyra's nervousness was more about herself than Y/n. She didn't want to come back and find out Y/n broke her other leg trying to move furniture around.

“I’ll call every night, alright?” Kyra promised. “We'll figure out the time difference– it’s only five hours, way easier than when I was in Australia.”

“Yep, we can do video calls too,” Y/n nodded. “But I guess Steph won't like trying to go to bed while you talk to me.”

“She won't mind,” Kyra said, “I have to put up with her and her ex-finaceé during the matildas camp, trust me I've been to war.”

“Does Steph even know we're together?” Y/n asked. Kyra and she had been living in their bubble that they forgot not all their teammates knew about it.

“Oh, Beth probably told her already,” Kyra said, bringing her finger to her mouth and biting her nails “But I'll see if Steph mentions anything… It would be okay, right? If she and the others knew.”

“Yeah, baby, of course,” Y/n said, holding Kyra's wrists and taking it off her mouth. “Don't do that, it'll hurt your fingers.”

Kyra always bit her nails when she is anxious. She did it so much that sometimes it would bleed.

“Sorry,” she mumbled. “Okay, if she doesn't know I'll tell her. I'm sure the news will make it to the Matilda group chat in a minute.”

“I think you need to pray so a picture of us does not end up on the matildas Instagram, baby.” Y/n teased.

“Oh shut up,” Kyra clicked her tongue. “That won't happen…right?”

Y/n just shrugged. “I don't know, you're pretty much everyone's little pest, I'm sure the media team would have a blast.”

“Oh I so much hope Beth didn't tell Steph,” Kyra said.

Another honk filled the room.

Oh yeah. Steph and Caitlin.

“I'm like the worst person to give a ride to,” Kyra mumbled. “Steph will never pick me up again.”

Kyra got her suitcase and helped Y/n downstairs. 

Footy, sensing the urgency around, came running down the stairs.

“Oh, I want you to do proof of life with Footy all the time,” Kyra said, looking at the cat running. “Wanna make sure my son is alive and well.”

“Oh baby when I get back Footy will be the last thing on my mind,” Kyra said mischievously. “But keep him alive, nonetheless, I like him.”

“I won’t kill the cat, c’mon,” Y/n said. “I’ll keep it fed, happy and clean for when you get back.

They reached the front door, Footy watching them from the sofa.

“Guess I’ll go then,” Kyra said, smiling sadly.

“You have a safe trip, ok?” Y/n kissed Kyra. “Tell me when you get to the airport and when you land.”

“Ok, ma’am,” Kyra said. “Bye, see you in two weeks, okay?

“Okay,” Y/n said awkwardly, changing her weight between her feet and watching as Kyra put her hand on the doorknob. 

Was this the time? Y/n wasn't sure if there was a good time to say something like that. She never got to the point. Kyra was leaving, foot already out the door. Maybe she should say it.

Yeah, she would say it.

“Hmm–I love… you?” Y/n blurted out, eyes fixed on the ceiling, trying not to see Kyra’s reaction. Her ears burned. This was it. She was going to die. Death by embarrassment.

Some people died of a broken heart. Y/n died of saying I love you.

Kyra stopped with her hand on the doorknob and slowly turned, a smirk on her face. “What?”

“what what?” Y/n said, did she not understand? Y/n wasn't going to say it again anytime soon, it was too embarrassing… and now she was nervous and sweating, great.

She had never told that–romantically– to anyone. It felt weird, although it was true. She wasn't expecting Kyra to day it back, although she wished she would.

“You love me?” Kyra asked, eyebrows raised. “But it took you five business days just to let me borrow a hoodie?”

Y/n opened her mouth, but no words came out, so she just shyly nodded.

In a swift movement, Kyra was hugging her and kissing her face. 

Y/n looked cute just standing there not knowing what to say. She was clueless when it came to talking about feelings. 

Cute.

“I.” Kiss. 

“Love.” Kiss. 

“You.” Kiss

Kyra kissed Y/n in between every word, a grin on her face. “A lot, yeah?”

“Yeah? Okay. That’s good, um, that we’re both in a… relationship? And– we both like—love each other,” Y/n said, playing with her fingers nervously. “I mean—”

Steph honked again.

Now the honk saved Y/n from further embarrassing herself.

“Okay, now I really need to go or else Steph will leave me,” Kyra said

“Off you go, baby.”

They shared a last kiss before Kyra was out the door.

As Kyra walked to the car, she glanced back one last time, shaking her head with a ridiculous grin.

Y/n rolled her eyes, but the second the door shut behind her, she let herself smile too.

..

The first day alone wasn’t as easy as Y/n thought it would be. She and Kyra had organised everything so Y/n wouldn't struggle with day-to-day activities, but as long as she had the cast on, she still needed  Kyra’s help. 

That became even more obvious when she tried to cook.

They had meal-prepped in advance, and the freezer was full of ready-to-eat lunches and dinners, but Y/n wanted to cook something herself:  cream coconut beef and pumpkin curry.

But in the middle of cooking, she dropped the coconut she was going to use for the cream, and since she couldn't bend down to pick it up, she had to change the recipe: beef and pumpkin curry.

And yeah, she did kick the coconut out of frustration. Which meant Kyra would have to crawl under the counter to retrieve it when she got back.

Then, as she started cooking the curry, she realised she had run out of curry powder. And she couldn't exactly drive to the store.

In the end, her dinner was beef and pumpkin. It was a little plain but still good.

As Y/n sat at the table, her phone buzzed with a message from Kyra, saying they had arrived safely in the U.S. and that she was going straight to bed as soon as they got to the hotel.

It was 8 p.m. in London, which meant it was 3 p.m. for Kyra, Caitlin, and Steph. They were probably jet-lagged, but if you played for the Matildas, dealing with jet lag was practically a requirement.

Still, Y/n hoped Kyra would get a full night’s sleep so she could adjust quickly—otherwise, Steph and Caitlin would have to deal with a very grumpy Kyra.

Later that night, Y/n stretched out on the couch—her new setup, since she couldn’t go upstairs without Kyra’s help. Footy was sprawled on her stomach, purring softly.

She took a picture and sent it to Kyra.

"Proof of life 🙄."

Kyra would probably only reply in the morning.

Y/n flipped through the TV channels, but nothing caught her attention—until a notification popped up on her phone.

Leah: Hi. Y/n: hi Leah: How are you? Y/n: good, you? Leah: Fine. Just landed in Portugal. Y/n: cool Leah: yeah. Facetime me if you want to talk. Bye. Y/n: you too, bye

That was Leah’s way of saying “I love you, I’m here if you need me.” And that was Y/n’s way of saying “Thank you. Hope you have a good camp.”

On the second day without Kyra, Y/n went over to Mrs. Petunia’s house for a tea party in the old lady’s garden. It was a warm, sunny afternoon, and despite her injury, Y/n didn’t struggle as much as she had expected to cross the street. Though, of course, Mrs Petunia did offer to let her use her wheelchair, which Y/n declined with a polite smile.

“Isn’t football too brute of a sport, sweetheart?” Mrs Petunia asked, taking a bite of her cookie. “In my time, we ladies weren’t allowed to do anything too rough. A shame.”

“It’s a bit physical sometimes,” Y/n admitted, sipping her chamomile tea. “I’m a defender, so my position is part of why football can get rough, but it’s not as bad as people think.”

“You say it’s not that bad, yet you broke a whole bone, silly girl.” Mrs. Petunia chuckled.

Y/n paused mid-sip, looking down at her arm. She had completely forgotten about the cast during their conversation. That was the first time that had happened.

“Oh, yeah—this was just bad luck,” Y/n said, tapping her cast. “The other player, Bright, stepped on my leg while trying to win the ball, and I landed awkwardly.”

“Bright as Millie Bright?” Petunias asked. “She plays for England, right? She’s a tigress.”

“Hm—technically a Lioness, yeah. She’s part of England’s main squad. She’s playing for them right now, actually, with some of my friends.”

“Oh, and your friends are…” Mrs. Petunia tapped a finger against her temple as if trying to remember. “Beth, Leah…Alessia, and Kyra, right? They play on your team.”

It was adorable that Mrs. Petunia remembered their previous conversations.

“Almost! Yeah, we all play together—except for Bright. But Beth is injured, so she’s not playing for the Lionesses. She’s coming over later to take me to physio. And Kyra is Australian, so she’s not with the other girls. She’s in the U.S. right now, while Leah and Less are in Portugal.”

Do you miss her? That girl, Kyra?” Petunia asked, taking another cookie.

Y/n hesitated. Of course, she missed Kyra. A lot.

She had thought the time apart would be good for her, and make her feel more independent. But maybe—just maybe—it felt nice to be taken care of. Y/n had never let herself have that before. She had always assumed she didn’t need it, that she could handle everything on her own. And yeah, she could.

But there was something… comforting about being vulnerable with someone she loved.

“Yeah,” Y/n admitted, staring into her teacup. “It’s weird having the house be so quiet. Kyra’s always talking, always playing music. And now it’s just… silent.”

“Oh, I know that feeling,” Mrs. Petunia said, a nostalgic smile on her face. “My house used to be loud too. I had a very dear friend who lived with me—she was a pianist. I’d wake up in the middle of the night to her playing.”

“Oh… I don’t think I ever saw your friend,” Y/n said, frowning as she tried to recall.

“You wouldn’t have, sweetheart.” Petunia’s smile softened. “She passed away ten years ago, my lovely Edith. But it was peaceful. No pain.”

Y/n didn’t know what to say. Mrs. Petunia seemed sad, but also… happy. As if talking about Edith was a warm memory, not just a painful one.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Y/n said softly, placing a hand over Petunia’s. “I wish I had met her.”

“It’s alright. It’s the cycle of life,” Petunia said, squeezing Y/n’s hand. “Just promise me you’ll hold your girl extra tight when she gets back.”

Y/n smiled. “I will. I sure will.”

“Now, let me tell you about Edith,” Petunia said, eyes twinkling. “We met at a concert, and…”

 ..

Beth came to pick her up and take her to physio a few hours later.

Y/n was already waiting by the door when Beth parked the car. To her surprise, there was someone in the passenger seat.

“Lotte!” Y/n cheered, putting her crutches to the side and buckling up. “How are you, babe? Are you feeling better?”

She had been texting Lotte over the past few days, checking in on her injury.

Both Lotte and Beth were out of the Lionesses squad for this call-up due to injuries. Beth’s was minor, and she would be back as soon as the international break was over.

Lotte, on the other hand, was a different story.

“They still aren’t sure about the diagnosis,” Lotte said. “But I’m sure they’ll figure it out soon. In the meantime, at least we get to do physio together.”

“You’re gonna be better soon. We all will,” Beth said as she started the car, a random song playing on the radio.

Lotte had a smile on her face—she always did. She was the kind of person people wished they could be friends with, or even have as a sibling. She was positive, even when things weren’t looking great.

Y/n had handled her injury in a much worse way than Lotte, and she didn’t even have a diagnosis yet. The physiotherapists and orthopedists still couldn’t figure out what was wrong with her knee.

“Yeah, I’m sure everything will work out just fine,” Y/n said, rubbing Lotte’s arm supportively.

Physio with Lotte was way better than doing it alone. Beth sat in one of the chairs talking endlessly as Lotte and Y/n just laughed at one of her stories. It was good to be surrounded by friends, especially ones who were in the same position as Y/n.

Of course, she didn’t wish any injury on any of the girls, and she wasn't happy that they had gotten hurt, but she did feel less lonely this time around.

Kyra, Leah and Less were great, supporting her in their own, unique way, but it still didn’t have the same weight as talking with someone who was struggling with the same problems as you.

“I get scared sometimes,” Lotte confessed out of the blue.

The three girls were sitting on one of the benches by the pitch of the Arsenal training grounds after their therapy sessions. 

The air was cold and the Center was empty, but the smell of grass was comforting, the coffee they held in their hand was the only source of warmth.

“Oh what, Lotte?” Beth asked, wrapping an arm around Lotte’s shoulder.

“That I’ll heal and then get injured again.”

Y/n nodded empathetically. She felt the same.

Her mind was a constant storm. At the same time, she wanted to take the cast off quickly and move on with her life, she also wanted to keep it longer–scared that her bone wouldn't have healed properly. Scared that her bone would never heal.

Scared that the doctor would take it off only to find the bones in the same position as they were months ago when Millie had stepped on it. The truth was, no one could tell how good she was healing if she still had the cast on, sometimes she wished she didn’t have to take it off because…what if it wasn’t healed? Then what?

It wasn’t a very rational feeling of course. Y/n couldn't think of any case of it happening in football–but she could always be the first.

“I’m scared that I’m too old for football,” Beth sighed. “And that’ll come back from this injury just to be benched till my contract is over.”

Lotte and Beth looked at Y/n with expectation on their faces.

“What?” she said, taking a sip of her coffee, and burning her tongue.

“It’s your time,” Beth said, rolling her eyes and waving her hands dismissively. “Go on, share sometimes you’re scared.”

“I don’t wanna share anything.” Y/n leaned further from them. “This is no–hm– an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting.”

“No, this is an injuries-athlete-who-are-out-of-their-squad meeting,” Beth clicked her tongue. “Spill it.”

“Fine,” Y/n groaned. “I’m scared that I won’t ever get back to the pitch and that I didn’t get to enjoy my last time on it.”

Lotte made a sad, empathetic face to Y/n, placing a hand on her tight. “Oh sweet–” 

Y/n shook her head and put Lotte’s hand away from her  “No comforting, no pity, we just shared, we don’t talk about it.”

Lotte and Beth stared at her, then stared at each other before shrugging.

“You really are emotionally unavailable, huh?” Lotte said, smiling teasingly. “I never noticed it before, but Beth was right about it.”

“She’s only available to Kyra,” Beth grinned, nudging Y/n. “How’s it going being away from her? I’ve been dying without Viv.”

“Uhm–it’s been ok-ish,” Y/n said, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

“Okay-ish?” Beth repeated, eyebrows rising. “Don’t you miss her?”

“Of course I miss her!” Y/n said defensively. “I just don’t like talking about it–It makes me feel, ugh,” she fumbled over her words, a mix of emotions on her chest. “I just feel…”

“Sad?” Lotted suggested, giving her a wide smile.

Y/n looked at her and nodded.

“Yeah, she–Kyra puts socks on my feet when I get cold, she reminds me to take my meds,” Y/n said. “She paints my nails when I get too frustrated because I want to do it without making a mess, she’s very good to me.”

“I just feel—ugh." Y/n trailed off, staring at the ground.

Beth raised an eyebrow. "You feel what?"

"I feel…this is stupid." Y/n sighed, staring down at her coffee, and swirling the liquid inside. "Fine. I miss her, okay? I miss Ky."

Y/n felt proud, and a little bit embarrassed.

She was able to tell somebody else how much Kyra meant to her and she did it well. She used words and everything…Leah would never.

Y/n was pulled from her thoughts when Beth nudged her with her elbow.

“You made Lotte cry,” Beth said as she consoled Lotte. “I bet it was the first time you made someone cry out of something other than sadness, huh?”

“Hm…What? Lotte, what happened?” Y/n asked, completely ignoring Beth’s accusation of her being an insensitive monster to other people.

“You guys are just so cute,” Lotte cried. “I just love love.”

“Oh,” Y/n said, not sure of what to say. “Hm–well, thank you and I’m—sorry?” 

“You can leave the comforting to me, kiddo,” Beth said. "You just sit there and keep pretending you're not soft."

Y/n mouthed a thank you to Beth and continued to drink her coffee awkwardly as Beth let Lotte cry on her shoulder.

..

“You did what!?” Y/n asked, mouth agape as she stared at the screen on her phone.

“It wasn’t a fire, it was just the fire alarm,” Kyra said, her face filling the whole screen with how close she was. “I don’t even understand why–”

“Yes, you do!” Y/n heard a voice say, seconds later all she could see was Steph’s face. “They explained to us exactly what happened!”

“Hi! So Kyra here,” Steph turned the phone to Kyra, who was sitting on a very messy bed, she had a pout on her face, arms crossed. “Took a very hot shower, it was so hot inside the bathroom that I activated the fire alarm.”

“They aren’t a hundred per cent sure about it, Steph! It could have come from any other room.’ Kyra whined and stretched her hand. “Now give me the phone, let me talk to her.”

“No,” Steph said. “So, Y/n how have you been? Oh and I just want to let you know I’m so happy you and Kyra are dating, I was so shocked when she told me I absolutely did not know–”

“Beth told you, right?” Y/n asked deadpan.

“Yes.”

“Don’t mess with Kya too much,” Y/n asked. “You can tease me all you want when you get back, but let her live.”

Y/n knew how much the matildas could be annoying and extremely teasing with each other, especially to Kyra, maybe it was an Australian thing?

“Aww look at you trying to protect her from us,” Steph said smiling. “So cute, you two!”

Suddenly the scream moved and Y/n was face to face, or better, face to screen, with Caitlin.

“Girl! Hi,” She said, waving. “Steph didn't want to pass me the phone so I had to take it from her,” Caitlin explained as it wasn’t a big deal. “But it’s whatever, tell me how have you been?”

“I’m alright, really,” Y/n said, fixing the earbud on her ear. “Beth picks Lotte and me up for physio every day, and we get coffee and something sweet after. It’s nice.”

“Oh you guys should totally go to that one café near Arsenal,” Caitlin said. “The one with the–”

“Give. Me. The. Phone.”

Y/n thought it was Kyra who said that, but the audio was very unclear.

“Learn how to share!” 

Caitlin had probably put the phone down, because Y/n was staring at, what she thought to be the ceiling.

“You did that last time I talked to Katie! I’m just doing the same to you.”

Y/n was confused, the sound was bad, she couldn’t see anything, and the voices in the background were getting mixed. Was that Caitlin? Or Steph? Well, Y/n thought she heard the name ‘Katie’ so it was probably…

“So? Aren't you too old to wish revenge over a young couple?”

“Hmm, hi?” Y/n said, as the screen was white, she couldn't understand anything now.

No one answered her

“Don’t call Cait old, you pest, we are the same age! Think of another insult.” 

They continued with their bickering. 

When Y/n thought of hanging up she saw a pillow flying through the screen and then…a foot? The screen was shaking, very abruptly now as if someone had grabbed ahold of the phone and started to shake it violently.

Y/n was dizzy.

She was never Facetime Kyra ever again. 

Maybe she could send letters like they were a hundred years old. She could ask Mrs Petunia for some stamps…

“Hi, sorry about that,” Kyra’s face appeared on the screen again, a sweet smile on her face. 

Y/n heard a sound that looked like a door being locked.

“Have you locked yourself in the bathroom? Y/n asked.

“It was the only choice I had,” Kyra said.

“Fair enough,” Y/n nodded. “So what news do you have for me?”

“Caitlin said she was going to hack my phone and find a picture of us and sell it to the admin of Matilda's Instagram,” Kyra said. “She’s just a joy to be around.”

“Don't worry, don’t you remember what we know about her, Katie and the changing room?” Y/n said, wiggling her eyebrows. “That’s more shocking than a picture of us, if she tried anything, we are ready.”

Y/n felt like she and Kyra were partners in crime.

“Oh god, I forgot that!” Kyra laughed. “I'm so going to tease her tomorrow at breakfast”

“Tomorrow? Why not now?” Y/na asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I want the whole team to be present.” Kyra grinned, a mischievous glint in her eye.

“You’re evil,” Y/n teased

“You like it,” Kyra shot back.

“Yes, I do.

“How 's my son?” Kyra asked, changing the subjects with a sudden shift in tone.

Y/n rolled her eyes, changing the camera to focus on Footy, who was playing with his toy rat on the living room rug. The cat would take the toy in his mouth just to drop it mid-air and pick it up again.

“Look at him!” Kyra said, putting her face even closer to the screen as if she could get closer to the cat that way. “Evolving his hunting abilities!”

“This is his second rat of the day. The first one got stuck under the TV stand,” Y/n explained. “Neither of us could get it out, so that’s officially your job when you get back. Oh, and—also—you might need to grab a coconut from under the kitchen cabinet too.”

“A coconut?” Kyra’s mouth dropped open. “What the hell are you doing in my absence?”

“I was… experimenting.” Y/n tried to sound convincing.

“Experimenting? With a coconut?”

“It was for a recipe, don’t make it weird!” Y/n defended herself. “I was trying to cook and–”

“Trying to cook?” Kyra whined and out of hand dramatically on her face. “Come on, I didn't spend two whole days stuck in a kitchen meal prepping for you to go and try to cook alone.”

Y/n winced. She shouldn't have mentioned the coconut or the cooking. Was this the part where she said sike and moved on without receiving an earful?

“Ky, it was just that one time! I wanted to eat something different,” Y/n defended herself. “Lotte gave me one of the yummiest recipes on the planet, and I had to try it—or else I would die.”

“And you have the guts to say I’m the dramatic one, huh?” Kyra said, her voice deadpan. 

“Do you promise it was only one time? Kyra continued, worry on her face.”You know you can get easily hurt in the kitchen, it’s too much time standing on just your crutches.”

“Yes, it was only this one, darling.” Y/n lied, trying to ‘darling’ to soften Kyra up a bit. 

It didn’t work.

“You swear over Footyt?” Kyra asked, lifting one eyebrow. “Over our own child?”

Y/n opened her mouth to answer, but then Footy stopped playing with his mouse and just stared at her with his big, green eyes.

“I–hm,” Y/n mumbled. Come on this was ridiculous. He was just a cat and–

“Do you swear or not?”

Oh, fuck it.

“I’m sorry, okay,” Y/n finally admitted. “I did like, twice or…three times, but it was fine, I didn’t get hurt or anything.”

“But you could’ve!”

“Kyra, come on, we’ve barely talked all day. Don’t turn this into a lecture, please,” Y/n pleaded, even pulling out a pout.

Yeah, a pout. She wasn’t a pouty person, this was Kyra, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Kyra was silent for a moment, her face slightly softening.

“Ugh, fine,” Kyra said, not sounding fine at all. “Just take care, okay? I don’t want to come back to you on another cast.”

“Yep, you don’t have to worry about it,” Y/n said. “I’m doing good by myself. Plus, If I need anything Beth, Lotto and Mrs Petunia are here for me.

“But tell me about your day,” Y/n asked, her enthusiasm returning. She was desperate to change the subject, but also wanted to hear about Kyra’s day; they hadn’t had a proper conversation since she left. “How’s Houston?”

Kyra propped the phone up against the sink so she didn’t have to hold it anymore, and now her whole torso was visible on the screen. She was wearing Y/n’s hoodie, the one she had ‘borrowed’. It looks pretty on her, maybe Y/n should let her wear her clothes more often.

“It’s very hot– but not as hot as Australia,” Kyra said, her voice muffled slightly but the toothbrush she just put on her mouth. “But it's pretty, we should make a trip here sometime, without football and all that.”

Kyra casually dropping a trip to another country made her feel all warm inside. They were really in a relationship. They lived together, had a cat, and were making plans that involved each other.

It was great, really great.

“We should definitely do that next time we have a break,” Y/n agreed. “We could go to Australia too, and–you could go to… hmm, my country, if you want to, of course.”

“I would love to go to your home country,” Kyra smiled at her, mouth filled with toothpaste. 

“Good, that's great!” Y/n blushed. “You’ll love the…culture and food, and–maybe my parents, if you want to meet them but you absolutely don’t have to! I totally understand and–”

“You’re cute when you are nervous,” Kyra teased, noticing how flustered Y/n was, and just as she said it, a click came through the screen.

“You better not have screenshotted me,” Y/n warmed, her voice suddenly serious. “Tell me you didn’t.”

“Sorry!” Kyra said with an innocent smile. “But don’t worry, I won’t let Caitlin see it. Your vulnerable moments are safe with me,” she teased.

“Actually, I’m uninviting you to meet my parents,” Y/n said

“Oh come on,” Kyra whined. “But I’m dying to meet the woman who raised you like…that.” She placed her hands over her chest. “I need to know what made you the way you are.”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, her curiosity piqued. “Raised me like what?”

“In such a…peculiar way! I mean, look at you, all cute and grumpy and antisocial. Kyra leaned in closer to the screen, looking more dramatic “There must be some secret family recipe or ancient tradition behind that. I want to know your roots, Y/n!” 

“Alright, enough, I’m done,” Y/n said with a smirk, clearly done with the conversation. “I’ll call you in the morning.”

“Don’t hang up, come on!”

“Bye! Love you.” Y/n clicked the red button before Kyra could reply, but she was sure Kyra heard the last sentence because Y/n saw the goofy grin on her face.

Idiots in love. That’s what they were.

Notes: Please like, share and let me know what you think! Feedback is important and makes me want to write even more. :D

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Notes//2: Sorry, this chapter was more like a filler!! I have so much fun with this universe that I just want to write very domestic scenes without a lot of drama in it etc but I hope you guys like it!!

Read more of my work here -> Masterlist

[bachshot]

saw ur askbox was open for mickey 17 smut.... ummmmm would you be interested in writing something with premature ejactulation..? i feel like he would get soooo embarrassed about it even after reader tells him its fine, and then they work around it with extra foreplay or something... idk i can just see him cumming like the second you stroke him a little (cough cough touch starved..)

omg anon you're absolutely on to something... He'd get so embarrassed about it too, the tips of his ears heating up and not being able to look you in the eye. I’m going to write a little fic for you with the foreplay and reader being nice about it later but right now I’m thinking about just how mean reader could be 🫣

Like yeah, you could work around the premature ejaculation and find a way to stop it/keep him going but the mortified look on his face is just so cute! The first time you discovered his little problem you were making out, straddling his lap and grinding against him, he was so lost in it he couldn’t even bring the words out to warn you. His climax hit him like a truck, letting out a weird strangled moan sound that had you pulling away concerned until you noticed the wet patch forming at his crotch, it was hard not to giggle as he hid his head in his hands.

Really, you should comfort him and tell him it’s fine because it really is but instead a mean streak hits you, you want to see if you can make him do it again. His eyes shoot open as he feels your hands on his waistband, undoing it, and his hands rush on top of yours stopping you with a panicked look. His resolve doesn’t last long however, the lust blown look in your eye has him softening and letting you have your way. Even if you’re being mean you know your words can’t be too harsh, people talk down on him everyday and you couldn’t bring that energy in to here, instead you coo and praise at him.

“Such a good boy, so devoted i don’t even need to touch you, huh?”

The moans he lets out at just your words is enough to fuel you, and you know he could probably cum again from just your words alone. He’s so easy to overstimulate, it doesn’t matter whether you’re using your hands or mouth to tease his cock he shudders and groans all the same and he seems to cum even faster. If you kept going you could probably have him shooting blanks, it doesn’t matter how spent he is his body always reacts to you.

Mickey has never looked as good as he did now, in the dim light of the bunk in the afterglow of multiple orgasms with soft sobs of overstimulation racking through him… you couldn’t wait to have more fun with this discovery.

[echoflowerwhispers]

Hihihihihihihihi vin can’t stop me from showing up /silly >:D

so uhhh hiiiiiiiiiii haven’t send you an ask in a hot minute….hmmmmmmmmmmmm least favorite portrayal of a character in fanon and why-? (If that makes sense—)

omg hihihihhihhi!!!!

I have SO MANY least fav portrayals!!!! I hate these bitches frfr

rant below cuz it's deff gonna become a rant lmao

Ok, the most obvious one is Blue's fanon portrayal because.... yeah....

The fandom has gotten a lot better at not babying him in the last few years, but still, that is a grown man and should be treated as such. Like yeah he can be hyper and fun and stuff but let him say fuck like damn. I honestly think Blue wouldn't even be that hyper. Yeah, he is high energy, but after everything he's gone through, I also think he'd be exhausted both mentally and emotionally. He's not a god like Dream or Ink, and that makes it harder for him to keep up to them in a way. Like Dream has been through so much shit he's just learned to block it out and power through until it's safe to be vulnerable and it only works so well because he is a god and he's had hundreds of years to learn how to tune things out. Blue doesn't have hundreds of years to learn how to manage himself perfectly, and on top of his own problems, he has to deal with Dream when he inevitably crashes and with Ink's general carelessness. Not to mention he has to be the one to intervene when Dream and Ink have another fight. Blue, in my opinion, needs a fucking break. To me, he is a tired person who does his best to be cheery for the sake of the people around him. He's definitely spent nights at the end of a bottle and he's definitely not as innocent as most of the fandom seems to think. If the Bad Guys would propose a truce, Blue would be the most skeptical about it too. Anyway this paragraph is fucking huge so we're moving on to the next one!!!

The next person who I dislike the fanon interpretation of is Reaper. I do also like most of the fanon aspects of Reaper, and also don't know much about his canon. To me Reaper has lived a life of solitude since everything he touches dies (except his brother and Life). I really doubt he went "ooh yuh wassup big mama" when he first met Geno. Like, let's be real here, the only reason he and Geno ever met is that Reaper was supposed to kill him. They probably had a fight and Reaper came out victorious because he's a god. I think he'd try to give Geno a gentle end and not just slice him in half with his scythe and that's when he realises he can touch Geno. But even then he wouldn't immediately give up and start courting him instead, like come on. When his touch wouldn't work, he'd try the scythe and when that wouldn't work, he'd get upset. He'd be frustrated that he can't do his job because, of course, he'd be. His job is his purpose and if he can't do it, then what's the point of him? It would take a long time for Reaper and Geno to actually get along and it would take an even longer time for Reaper to try to touch Geno again. I feel like they'd both be shit at this too. They've both been alone for such a long time and they have no clue how to manage this new companionship. It would be a rocky road and Geno would definitely be the one to initiate any sort of romantic relationship. And once that first brick is placed, then Reaper would start to act more like in fanon. I don't think he'd be constantly flirting and trying to get laid but still.

The next and last one I'm gonna talk about is Dream. I fucking hate fanon Dream and canon Dream isn't much better either. He is always interpreted as the innocent and happy little cinnamon roll and he just isn't. Like come on, that man drinks himself to sleep every other night and probably goes through 2 packs of cigarettes in a week. He is absolutely wridden with guilt for what happened to his brother and he feels like an idiot for not trying harder to protect Nightmare. He puts on this happy, positive mask and he wears it constantly, especially when he's in public, because he is supposed to be the perfect golden child. But he isn't and he hates himself for it. While Nightmare was physically abused and bullied, Dream was emotionally manipulated. He keeps this broken mindset of "I need to be useful and perfect" even through adulthood and not even Blue can help him see how wrong it is, because Blue also feels like this to some degree. Even with this positive mask of his Dream still wouldn't be so naive and innocent as the fandom makes him be. He would not hesitate to beat the shit out of any of Nightmare's subordonates or any other person who'd hurt others. He'd still see the good in people but it would definitely be overshadowed by the wrongs they've done. He'd obviously want to help them, but the more he fights with Nightmare the more he learns that you can't help someone who doesn't want help.

Anyway, I've rambled oh so much and if I think about it, there are probably more characters I hate the fanon interpretation but it's mostly in certain contexts (like the killermare ship or Horror when he's separated from the Bad Guys). I can tell y'all more if you want but I think this post is getting wayyyy too long lol.

Thx for the ask!!! I always love when y'all show up cuz you always have the best questions and I get to rant about my blorbos :3

Have a great day and thx for stopping by!!!

[kindaasrikal]

Wyldfyre except if you ever give her a pear she will stare at it before swallowing the whole thing in one go. No hesitation, not even a single blink throughout it.

Arin once dressed up as an orange for halloween. Wyldfyre tried biting him.

Sora was convinced that even though everyone says Wyldfyre is like a wild racoon, she’s actually like an orange cat and tried to get her to wear cat ears with lasers in them. Fashionable and functional.

Euphrasia was straight up confused as to how to get along with Wyldfyre, since no one acted like how she did in the cloud kingdom. She quickly learnt to just go with the flow when Wyldfyre kidnapped her from her bed at 4:37 am because she suddenly remembered Euphrasia saying she really likes lizards. Dragons are definitely the small tiny lizards she was talking. Definitely.

[askgardenerwoods]

hi Emma! Who do you consider your friends do you have a crush on anybody?

" For crushes... "

[sammygender]

i just rewatched the rapture ohhhhh my god. such a good episode the jimmy stuff is actually fucking horrifying somehow even worse remembering claire grows up to be a hunter. then dean and bobby at the end locking sam in the panic room oh i hope they suffer. forever. he shouldve never spoken to their asses again

[eddiemunsonsmum]

Just saw this comment on a story posted a month ago.

*cries in Eddie Munson Solo Series no one wanted to read, interact with or request for*

No shade to the person that commented this on their own fic if you recognize it. It's not their fault. I'm not mad at them. More crying in the tags.

[mad-hunts]

✧

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse! (with italics as a 'sometimes' option because i'm a rule-breaker and things may depend on the situation).

i would kill you. ✧ i would physically hurt you. ✧ i would attack you unprovoked. ✧ i would manipulate you. ✧ i dislike you. ✧ you annoy me. ✧ you scare me. ✧ you intimidate me. ✧ i hope i intimidate you. ✧ i pity you. ✧ you disgust me. ✧ i hate you. ✧ i’m indifferent toward you. ✧ i’d like to get to know you better. ✧   i’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ i’d like to be friends with you. ✧  i’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ i’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ you are my friend. ✧ you are my best friend. ✧ you are my mentor. ✧ i look up to you. ✧ i respect you. ✧ you are my hero. ✧ you inspire me. ✧ you are my enemy. ✧ you make me happy. ✧ i want to protect you. ✧ i would fight by your side. ✧ i consider you an equal. ✧ i think you are beneath me. ✧ i think you are above me. ✧ i would lie for you. ✧ i would lie to you. ✧ i would sleep with you. ✧ i would sleep by your side. ✧ i would hug you. ✧ i would kiss you. ✧ you are family to me. ✧ i would die for you. ✧ i would kill for you. ✧ i would trust you with my life. ✧ i would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ i would trust you with a secret. ✧ i would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ i love you (platonically). ✧ i love you (romantically).

[httpiastri]

how about if... i just... don't do my work.....

[hauntingblue]

Strong world is the nami and luffy twins manifesto written by oda this is my one piece.

You see luffy's finishing attack with his giant hammer being fueled by lightning which is nami's main weapon with her clima tact and she even made the guy steer the islands towards the cyclone so even if the lighting isn't produced by her the lighting is provided by her either way so luffy AND her finished that guy and even luffy attacked after nami announced how he will lose which also means nami knew and trusted luffy to end him after that and of course he did and

Oh my god luffy making nami explain herself about the message he left on the tone dial and being pissed that she didn't trust him to save and protect her but he got so mad and didn't hear the whole message and she asked luffy to save her omg....... she knew after all that they will come and win..... I love this ending I am going to walk into the sea now goodbye.

Why are whitebeard and ace on the ending credits I already cried. Watching aces part again cause he looks so good. Hello alive dead wife

[pepprs]

also btw my favorite professor is leavi ng next week and i thougut i was gonna get to say goodbye to her on her last day (next monday) and i put off reaching out to her and buying her a present and everything bc it is um. Too painful to accept that she’s about to leave and i put it off bc i couldn’t bear it. but i finally emailed her today and she won’t be available on monday after all she’s only available tomorrow and i don’t have a present or anythi ng for her and im not emotionally ready to say goodbye like im taking off friday and i was gonna use the three day weekend to prep and brace myself and now i have to do it tomorrow and i don’t have anything to give her and can’t go o it and buy anything bc i can’t drive and i have therapy and even if i could get a ride the stores will be closed by the time im done bc we had to schedule it late today. i can’t fucking take itttttt

[liebgirl]

utterly cannot stand the type of post thats like "what are the female characters you like" and i KNOW it's not the fault of the people who make those posts i know they only do it because 95% of this site's blorbos are men. but i hate it anyway. like really the only way you can get fandom people to talk about women is to explicitly tell them to talk about women. and it always comes off so disingenuous because i KNOW most people reblogging those posts would never say those characters on a generic "what are your favorite characters" post. like it's all just so bleak :/

[bubaboos]

finished crash course in romance

(yes, i will be using this shoma pic every possible occasion from now on aldjdhsjkkrfl)

[omanu]

finished the song of achilles and i loved it and i cried hard but i cant believe apollo was a little bitch like that wtf i used to like him!!