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obama: "you're great, you’re fantastic. don’t let all this nonsense get you down [...] I didn’t get famous til I was like 45 I mean you’re my daughters age [...] so don’t lose that joy [...] and you’re a hooper.”
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i really hate how tlok portrays toph and aang as parents.
like i know neither of them would be the best parents with responsibilities, trauma, etc. but i don’t think they would be as bad as the show portrayed.
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Well, I meant to have this posted before the game started, but it started an hour later than I thought it did, soooo.
Here's a fluffy (as requested by @caitvoodoo) little piece about recent events for you. I haven't written anything serious in approx. a year and a bit, lol, so I'm a little rusty, but I hope you enjoy, anyway.
(Btw, I still plan on writing and finishing my long-fic about CC and my OC, but as I'm sure you can imagine, it's taking longer than I anticipated.)
Off Her Game
You heard about the "fight" Caitlin had gotten into with her coach last night, and saw the video circulating this morning. Before you'd made your coffee with the espresso machine she'd bought "for the two of us" (you knew it was a cheer-you-up gift, but she'd never admit to that), you were surprised it got so much traction.
But as you drank down the bitter, chocolately flavor, you remembered who exactly your girlfriend was. Caitlin Clark. The "savior" of women's sports—not even just basketball—sports.
Sometimes you resented it. Not Caitlin, never her. But the title. Women's sports were growing at an unprecedented rate—your sport was growing at an unprecedented rate. Your hockey team had just set the attendance record for the entire PWHL at their finals home games. Over sixteen-thousand people had come to watch your team play hockey. Admittedly, they were also there to watch Marie-Philip Poulin, but that was beside the point. Women's sports were doing just fine, thank you very much, but… it was kind of cool seeing just how popular she was. No one outside of your circle had even a million Instagram followers let alone three. The places she'd gotten you into on short notice left your jaw dropping—until she'd trained you not to overreact, of course. And despite everything, she was still your Caitlin. Nothing about how famous she was or how many eyes were on her changed the fact that you'd cuddle up on the couch together and watch stupid movies after one of your practices, or that her birthday cards to your parents were never a day late despite them living in a different country. Plus, it did feel a little good seeing your teammates' faces when you told them you were dating Caitlin Fucking Clark, as your captain, Brianne Jenner so eloquently put. It didn't even really matter that she wasn't out to anyone besides a few trusted friends and teammates. You could live with that.
No, the bad part was the social media discourse. If Caitlin had a bad game or the Fever weren't playing well, suddenly everyone with a Twitter account was calling for her to quit basketball forever because she wasn't actually very good (she was very good, you just knew how to use your eyes). She'd nearly taken your phone away during last season when seemingly every analyst started claiming the Fever were better with Caitlin on the bench just because her body couldn't keep up with the training regimen she'd implemented thanks to the same analysts arguing that she couldn't handle the W's physicality despite winning the Rookie of the Year award...
"Babe, you can't respond to every single troll—" Caitlin tried, her slender fingers reaching out to the phone in your grasp.
"Watch me! My season's done. I have all the time in the world," you replied, shifting on her lap to keep typing out a response that contained enough expletives to make even the oldest veteran on your team blush.
Of course, as with anything that didn't go Caitlin's way, she escalated. "Stop typing or I'll tickle you to death," she said, her fingers already ghosting along the hem of your Ottawa Charge hoodie. "You can't possibly respond to all *of them."
Shivers ran down your spine as the memory flitted through your mind. God you missed Caitlin. Her road trip was only five days, but you hadn't been able to see her as much as you would have liked with your team's deep playoff run coinciding with the start of the WNBA season, and then you stayed home with your parents for a few days to visit, and suddenly this was only the second time you'll be seeing her since your finals loss and...
You missed her.
You missed her so much that you nearly didn't catch the clink of the deadbolt sliding and the door opening and the sound of her voice saying, "Baby? You home?"
"Cait!" you exclaimed, rushing over to sweep your girlfriend up in your arms. It felt incredible to feel her against you again; all the stress and disappointment and sadness sloughed off as you filled with joy knowing you could hold her like this for almost three straight days. But even as her arms snaked around your torso, you could feel the exhaustion deep in her muscles. You furrowed your eyebrows as her head sagged onto your shoulder. You knew what was wrong, but that didn't stop you from asking, "You okay?"
She pulled back just far enough for you to see the bags under her eyes, not to mention the fire that was usually ever-present behind her hazel eyes was doused in a way you hadn't seen since after the Connecticut last year. "Yeah. I'm just exhausted," she said, giving you the sort of strained smile you'd come to expect when she wasn't being entirely truthful. "But I'll feel better after some time at home with my wonderful, beautiful girlfriend."
And there it was. That cool, unabashed confidence that you'd grown to love. "Well," you started, pausing long enough to meet her lips with your own for a much needed kiss, "I'm sure that can be arranged." You stepped back, taking Caitlin's suitcase as you began walking to your bedroom. "How was your trip?"
"Fine."
You couldn't see her, but you knew from the tone of her voice it was a stupid question. Maybe something lighter. "How was the Indy 500? It looked like you had a lot of fun."
"Good."
You sighed, stopping abruptly in the hallway and turned around to face Caitlin. "Caitlin… Can we talk about what happened? You're clearly upset, and I don't like when my Cait is upset."
Caitlin avoided your gaze, preferring to look at your team photo from media day this year (You absolutely did not want it hung in the hallway—or even framed—but Caitlin did it anyway). "I told you I'm fine. Just tired—"
"Sweetheart. You're clearly not fine," you said, stepping closer to her. "And you're allowed to not be fine. I don't know if you're just putting on a brave face for me because of my team's finals disappointment, or if you just think you're not allowed to be sad, or angry, but I'm a big girl, and I can handle it. I'm here for you, baby, just let me in."
A deep forceful sigh left her nose as she slumped against the wall, her eyes sliding shut. You were almost convinced she was just going to ignore you until you let it go. You were about to not let it go before she finally spoke up. "I'm tired—"
"Caitlin…"
"No, let me finish," she said, her soft gaze finding your eyes for what felt like the first time since she'd gotten home. "I'm tired of everything I do being under a microscope. If I were anyone else, that video would have gotten no attention—it probably wouldn't have even been recorded."
You'd always known how much pressure she'd been under, and you'd never heard her complain, even last year, so it was nice to finally hear her say just how much this had been bugging her. You slid closer, leaning against the wall with her, taking one of her hands in your own as a show of support.
"And I know I haven't been playing that good—" You disagreed, but that could wait until later. "—but there's only so much I can do when Coach seems to be getting us to play a form of basketball that we aren't good at, and it's hard to even try and learn it when I barely trust my own body still, and…" Another sigh slid from her lips, her body visibly sapped of even the little amount of energy she'd had before.
"Oh, Caitlin…" you whispered, squeezing her hand gently. "I'm sorry you're going through all this. It's not fair that you're held to such a higher standard, and it's not fair that you can't just play basketball, but…"
"But?" she asked, a smirk starting to form on her lips. You never were good at just offering support without trying to also be helpful.
You swatted her arm as she started to giggle at you. "You're also an inspiration to countless girls and women across the globe—including me—and overcoming adversity is exactly why they look up to you. Time and time again you've proven that you won't just roll over and quit when things get hard."
Her giggling only got worse as you swatted her again and said, "Hey! I'm trying to be inspirational, Ms. Dirty Mind."
"Sorry, sorry," she said, almost certainly not apologetic at all. "Finish your speech."
You narrowed your eyes, nearly refusing to indulge her any further, but nevertheless, you continued, "Unfortunately, it's the price we pay to play the sports we love at the highest level, but even if you were to never score another point, you'd still be the same Caitlin that I can't wait to get home to. The same Caitlin that I love, each and every day." You held Caitlin's hand and placed a kiss to her slender fingers. "But I know you'll figure it out, because you always do."
Caitlin smiled, her gaze falling to the floor as she squeezed your hand back. "Thank you, baby. You always know what to say, even if I'd like to be mad a bit longer than you let me."
"I know," you said, smiling as you gently tugged her towards the bedroom, "but that's why you love me."
"Yeah, I suppose it is," she replied, falling in behind you as you led her to your bed.
"Now," you started, relishing the way her eyes trailed down your frame as you kicked your pants off and slid under the covers. "Come nap with me. I'm tired, and so are you."
You had to stifle your laugh as she pouted and said, "But what if I want to do something else…"
"There'll be time for that later, I promise." You patted the mattress beside you. "Now come and sleep, sweetheart."
Despite the fact that your first priority was getting Caitlin to just nap for once, you couldn't stop yourself from drinking in the sight of her stripping out of her sweats. It had been a while, and the sight of her legs was sending a gentle heat straight to your belly. When she finally curled into your side, her head resting on your shoulder, you both let out sighs of relief that might have been embarrassing in any other context.
"I love you," Caitlin said, sleep already slipping into her voice.
You squeezed her close, and whispered back. "I love you, too, Caitlin."
caitlin x reader
context: caitlin’s excitement over training camp.
warnings: none, just fluff
Before training camp
<3 since the fever confirmed the week of training camp, caitlin has a countdown till day one.
<3 durning negotiations, caitlin would try to find out every player they the fever were signing with. she wanted to get ahead and find out the best playing styles so they can play with their full potential.
<3 every time caitlin found out a new person would be signed, she would text you with full excitement.
caity: THEY SIGNED MO!!!
caity: BABY I’M SO HYPED
(yes she would text in all caps.)
<3 the week before training camp, caitlin would go to the practice facility early to just get used to training camp schedule again.
and yes, she will drag you with her. you’ll be sitting near her, drinking your coffee and watching her reps. she says you’re her motivation.
<3 after practice, caitlin would take you to breakfast and then work. always spoiling you because she woke up and dragged her sweet girlfriend to practice at an ungodly hour.
<3 after work, caitlin would tell you how excited she is for training camp. it’s been a while since she played basketball and has been even longer since she’s played with aliyah, so she was ecstatic.
<3 but before bed, caitlin would admit how she’s nervous for training camp. she’s finally in a healthy place to play again, but she’s scared it’ll get taken away. she’s also scared that she’s been falling behind. it’s one thing to get better in one on one practice and training, but now it’s against/ with other professional players. she’s just scared she’s not that player she once was.
Training camp: day one
<3 the day of training camp, caitlin wakes up before her alarm. and woke you up at least 30 minutes before yours.
although you were annoyed and tired, your girlfriend’s excitement melted any grumpiness.
<3 although caitlin tries to have a slow morning with you, her excitement and hyperness just takes over. hugging and squeezing you constantly, whether you’re brushing your teeth, getting dressed or making coffee, her arms are around you.
<3 she makes you breakfast and gives you a kiss before she heads out. promising to call you before training.
<3 after training camp, she gives you the biggest hug ever, like ever. pressing the sweetest kisses on your face.
she bring you back to the couch, cuddling you and telling you about everything she did.
<3 before bed, caitlin tells you how grateful she is, not just about basketball and training camp, but also how grateful she is to have you. and how much you motivate her to keep going.
“seeing you so happy and proud just means the world to me” she whispers before the two of you drift to sleep.
context: part two of this, where caitlin is jealous
✾⋆.˚ comphet caitlin who feels an overwhelming wave of jealousy and hurt when you tell her you’re dating someone. she quickly hides her feeling wanting to celebrate your happiness, but the feelings lingers.
✾⋆.˚ comphet caitlin who becomes extremely clingy whenever you’re with her. whenever the two of you are hugging or holding hands she holds you even tighter than before.
out of respect for your girlfriend she stops kissing the corner of your lips and lets you initiate the cuddle.
✾⋆.˚ comphet caitlin who is very competitive while jealous. when caitlin finally meets your girlfriend she makes it her mission to outshine your girlfriend subtly (of course).
for example: when your girlfriend realize you had a stain on your clothes, caitlin was already cleaning it up.
“wow you’re quick with it, i didn’t even realize she had a stain” your girlfriend says with a little awkward laugh to caitlin, trying to hand you a napkin. “I always notice, it’s like a bare minimum in our friendship.” caitlin replies so calmly that you and your girlfriend barely pick up the subtle jab.
another instance: is when you were freezing on a double date.
it was cold in the restaurant, like to the point you were shivering. apparently your girlfriend was too busy yapping to the waitress to even notice.
“here sweet girl” caitlin says slipping her sweatshirt onto you in a blink of the eye. “baby you’re cold? why didn’t you say anything?” your girlfriend asks. “she didn’t have to say anything if she’s visibly shivering.” caitlin says, sitting back in her seat. the comment made your girlfriend flustered especially since caitlin’s voice came off as a concerned friend more than jealous. your girlfriend looks back at the waitress just to receive a side eye from her, now looking more like one of those useless boyfriends.
✾⋆.˚ comphet caitlin, who is extremely respectful of your relationship. just because someone wrecked her home, doesn’t mean she’s going to wreck yours. so when you go to her for dating advice or vent about your girlfriend hurting or invalidating your feelings she’s not going to be like “you need to break up with her” unless its necessary. she’s actually going to give you helpful advice, comfort you and help work out a solution.
no matter how much it hurts, she wants you to be happy, that’s all she wants.
✾⋆.˚ comphet caitlin watches your relationship progresses and deteriorate. when you finally break up with your now ex, she’s there to comfort you.
✾⋆.˚ after a month of you being single, she comes out to you. the two of you have a wholesome moment, but she doesn’t entertain you by answering your questions (do you have a crush on anyone? what’s your type? do you want to go to the club?) she just pulls you closer, cuddling you and says “i just want to focus on basketball, school and you.” you don’t question her words, since that’s a typical caitlin response.
✾⋆.˚ a few weeks after that moment, caitlin answers the door to your close to breaking down face. “she stood me up.” you say with a small disappointed voice.
you had gone out with this girl a few times, with the last day being a few days ago. you were supposed to on a date with her today, but she never showed. when you checked insta, she posted a story with another girl. when you go to dm her, she had blocked you.
✾⋆.˚ caitlin lets you cry to her for an hour, then comforts you by cuddling and having a movie marathon with you. by the fourth movie, caitlin gently guides your chin to look up at her. without saying a word she kisses you. when she pulls away you look at her in shock.
a small smile forms on her face.
“i don’t want that loser to be the last person who kissed you.”
content: fluff, thinking about high school comphet caitlin in a homoerotic friendship.
⋆˚✿˖° comphet caitlin who isn’t a clingy person, is a complete 180 with you. the second she’s with you, she clings to you. like always hugging you, holding your hand, and cuddling you. it’s to the point that her parents and brothers compare her to bella with how clingy she is with you.
⋆˚✿˖° comphet caitlin who literally misses you so much that she wants to fly you out on every trip and even to her U17 tournaments. she was able to bring you on family vacations, but wasn’t as successful for the tournaments. mostly because both of you were broke and neither of your parents were comfortable with both their daughters being half way across the world. at least caitlin was under U17 care.
⋆˚✿˖° comphet caitlin, who only goes where you go. party and you’re going? she’s there, friend group hangout? she’s driving you, any of your events, yea she’s there before it starts so she can get photos with you.
⋆˚✿˖° comphet caitlin who always has to be with you. like she’s actually switched her schedule before just to be in the same class as you. oh and work time she’s always next to. she doesn’t care if she has to sit on the floor, she’s happy as long as she’s with you.
⋆˚✿˖° comphet caitlin who makes it clear that you’re her best friend, her other half, her “platonic” soulmate. no one and nothing can replace you.
⋆˚✿˖° comphet caitlin who somehow convinced you into a marriage pact. “if we’re both 24 and unmarried, then we get married.” at the time 24 felt so long to be unmarried, but now you realize its super young. plus caitlin is serious about that pact.
⋆˚✿˖° comphet caitlin, who has literally turned down multiple dates because of you. if she got asked out to hoco or prom and you didn’t she’ll literally refuse and go with you. even if both of you had dates, she’d steal you for the majority of the night.
⋆˚✿˖° comphet caitlin who has biweekly sleepovers and weekly hang outs with you. she just needs to spend all her time with you
⋆˚✿˖° comphet caitlin who will spend most movie marathons by cuddling you and peppering your face with kisses. even kisses at the corner of your lips. although she says they don’t count as real kisses, they count to her.
⋆˚✿˖° comphet caitlin, who was the first person who you came out to. she didn’t make you feel weird or ask you “am i your crush;” she just held you tight, told you she’s proud of you and press a kiss to your head.
internally caitlin felt some sort of relief, but she couldn’t place from where. but at the same time anxiety grew, she didn’t want to share you with anyone. but now she couldn’t help but worry that one of your other friends is taking your attention and enjoyment.
but that’s a story for another time.
luna’s notes
guys! i just finished finals!! i have the worst grades i’ve ever had, but its just one tri over the 12 tries i’ll have in high school. Anyways i’ve had this idea in my head all weekend so now that i’m done with finals i can finally write. anyways, i also want to make a jealous version but i want to see how you guys like these headcanons first.
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