#Patricia pls

[hyydraworks]

The froggos! There's a bigger size and shape discrepancy than I first thought with these, so you're going to be able to pick individual frogs out, like you'll be able to with the various uniquely colored dinos.

[yourbasicqueerie]

it’s supposed to b inappropriate love lol

I think I'm a little gay guys

[incorrectsibunaquotes]

I love so much that it’s canon how Patricia seems to be the only one who can up front wrangle people’s belongings back from Victor. Master manipulator

[mewos-laptop]

Hi, tiny rant for pride month

Listen, I KNOW. That queer ppl don't have a massive amont of songs for ourselves that are like... mainstream or whatever, but for the love of fuck can we stop calling straight cis perisex alloromantic allosexual ppl "gay icons" ?.??? Like srsly

We can do better than Taylor Swift, the woman who has given like... 2 entire "hints" that she's sapphic, and who is urmm... an interesting case to begin with

Like pls if y'all want someone who makes pop music who is an actual queer icon then listen to Chappell Roan.

Anyways shoutout to my personal queer music icons this pride, Femtanyl, Hundsetsound, and virtual voicebank Hatsune Miku

[theha1rarch]

"She's My Mother, But She Has Never Been a Mother."

aka pluto wrote a six page (literally the doc is six pages long) long emotionally shattering drabble involving steve, patricia, technically the winchesters, & too many fucking feelings

i gotta tag the fam in this bc a) y'all are involved, & b) trust me - you wanna read this sorry it's so damn long though ... @milleroptimism @wantdead @patchedstars @dgrayd @lilyspaintedred @littletavpole

steve knows this might be a bad idea, that he might end up regretting agreeing to this - but his mother had insisted, had insisted and insisted that she just wanted to talk to steve privately before she left and so - after telling everyone else it’d be fine. he’d be fine. they’d gone to a private room in the house and now …

here they are. sitting across from each other, neither of them have said a word so far but steve isn’t as nervous as he could be, isn’t as afraid. if this had been his father, that might be a different story. but it’s his mother, here in the place he feels the safest, and he can do this.

he looks to her, deciding to take the first step and the be the one to speak. “so, mom -” and doesn’t that word just feel weird to use. heavy and bitter on his tongue when it’s in reference to the woman across from him. because she’s not his mom. his mom is in the next room over. “what did you want to talk to me about?”

patricia is quiet for a moment, before she seems to gather herself and offers steve a small smile, crossing her hands in her lap. “steve, darling, come home with me. please?”

it’s steve’s turn to be quiet for a moment, before he swallows - licking his lips and then speaking. looking directly at her once more. “why should i?”

patricia blinks back at him and he can tell, he can just tell she’s holding herself back. probably from calling him out for his ‘attitude’. “what do you mean, dear?”

“why -” steve starts. “should i go home with you? genuinely tell me, i want to know why.”

“well because i - we miss you, and we want you home with us. so we can be together again, we’re a family and it’s where you belo -”

but she doesn’t even get the chance to fully get her sentence out before steve is laughing. straight up fully laughing in her face.

and once again patricia doesn’t say anything. just abruptly cuts herself off, snaps her mouth shut and tightens her hands in her lap. it’s once again obvious she’s holding herself back.

after steve is finished laughing, he gives a little shake of his head as his gaze settles to her once more. “well, first of all, you don’t gotta lie to me, mom.”

“w-what?” is asked, her tone pinched - body wound so tight steve’s surprised she doesn’t hurt herself.

he rolls his eyes now, letting out a sigh. “you don’t want me home because you miss me or because you want me there. you want me home so you and dad don’t gotta go back to an empty house and worry about the neighbors talking when i’m not with you.”

patricia uncrosses her hands now, leans forward in her seat a little as her face takes on an almost desperate expression. “no, steve, dear, that’s not true. that’s not at all why, we - that … that’s not important.” she tries for another smile, a little shake of her head.

steve is quiet for a moment once again, before -. “if it’s not true and it really is because you miss me then where the hell have you been for the past several months?”

this time he doesn’t get an answer at all. this time she just quiets again, saying nothing - having the decency for once in her life to almost look ashamed.

steve lets out a little scoff, shaking his head once more. “yeah, that’s what i figured. i’m not fucking coming home, mom.”

patricia looks back up at him now, doesn’t even admonish him for his language and she once again looks desperate. “steve, dear, please. don’t do this. i promise we can change, we’ll try and be better.” 

it takes everything in steve not to start laughing again, but he does give another scoff - raising a brow. “right, yeah, sure, okay. like i haven’t heard that before.”

of course she looks confused now, of course she does. “what? when? what are you talking about, darling?”

she’s never used this many pet names for him one sitting, he can’t help but absentmindedly note before he answers her. “how about when i was ten and we were leaving the er after your husband gave me my first ever concussion? i’ve had four more since then, by the way. but i’m sure you knew that. just like you know i can’t hear out of my left ear, right? or … how about when i was twelve and was terrified out of my mind because there was a storm shaking the whole damn house and i was completely alone and i called your hotel crying. and after your husband yelled at me on the phone for fifteen minutes for bothering you so late, you came on and said those exact words … promised me you’d be home tomorrow … and you didn’t come home for three weeks after. still don’t like storms, by the way. or the dark, for that matter. or how about any of the million times i almost died over the past several years but you were never there but you sure as hell could make empty promises … or how about when i graduated from fucking high school and you weren’t there. and you were so quick to try to reassure me with those damn words … until you found out i didn’t get into college. then all you and your husband cared about was telling me how much of a disappointment i was to you. how about any of those times?”

patricia is quiet for a lot longer this time, several long minutes past and steve is about ready to just get up and walk away - ready for this conversation to be over, not expecting her to actually try any longer before … “steve. i - … i’m sorry you feel this way. but - i - this … you can’t stay here, steve. this isn’t right. these people, they aren’t actually your family. you hardly know them. that - woman out there. she doesn’t know you, she didn’t birth you. and she … she’s got so many other children, do you really think she can give you the attention you deserve?”

and steve, steve just stares at her - stares long and hard at the woman across from him, almost as if he can’t believe her. and honestly, he kind of really can’t. he didn’t think they could surprise him any more - but apparently he was wrong. “yes, i do.” he finally answers, his words slow and deliberate - as if he’s explaining something very complicated to her. “because she’s given me more attention in the past several months than you’ve given me my whole. entire. life.”

this time it’s patricia who lets out a scoff, throwing her hands up in the air. “i sincerely doubt that’s true.” and she’s clearly not holding back anymore.

and if she isn’t, then steve isn’t. “like hell it’s not.” he says, shaking his head and hating the way he can hear the anger in his tone.

“steve … come on now. stop acting like this. why are you being so …” and she trails off a little, suddenly as if she’s holding herself back again.

but steve, steve’s done with that. he’s done with the pretending. “so what, mom?”

“so unfair to me.”

and that. that’s it. that’s the trigger, that’s what lights the fuse in steve that’s been there since they sat down for this conversation and before he can really think of it - he’s on his feet, standing, almost looming over her.

“i’m being unfair to you? i’m being unfair to you? you’re kidding me, right? like you’re actually fucking kidding me?” and he knows his voice is rising in volume, he knows it might not be long before this conversation ends up a little more public than it’s meant to - but truly he can’t bring himself to care right now.

“no!” and his mom doesn’t seem to care any longer either. “no! i’m not kidding! you’re acting ridiculous, steve. and i truly don’t understand why. i don’t understand why you’re being this way. this isn’t how we raised you.”

“you didn’t fucking raise me at all!” and yeah, he’s definitely yelling by now. “so don’t even start on that shit. but, you wanna know why i’m acting like this? why i’m apparently being so unfair to you? because i - i’m fucking tired! i’m so fucking tired of you! and dad! and all your bullshit!” and he’s angry, he’s so angry right now his hands are shaking as he slides them through his hair - tugging hard. “i - i spent my whole life. my whole entire fucking life, from the time i was literally a child, thinking that i deserved everything you did to me. the way you treated me. maybe at first i thought it was normal, maybe at first i thought that just how parents were, but once i realized it wasn’t … i thought it was me. i thought there had to be something wrong with me, that there was some fucked up part of me that made it impossible for you guys to love me, to treat me normal, or whatever.”

he takes a second to pause, and he’s still angry - but all that age-old hurt is cropping up fast and now he’s trying really hard not to cry. he takes in a deep breath and slowly lets it out, patricia isn’t saying a word. she’s just sitting there. watching him. “but then, but then i came here. and i met these people, and that woman out there who you wanna shit talk so badly, and never once have they made me feel that way. never once have they made me feel like there’s something wrong with me, like i’m fucked up or broken or something. since the beginning, all they’ve shown me is love. like that unconditional type shit. even when they didn’t know me very well yet. and the thing is, they don’t have to. like you wanted to point out - sarah, my mom, didn’t birth me. but she still loves me like she did, she still loves me like it’s as easy and natural as breathing. like … like …” you were supposed to, it isn’t said out loud - but he knows she understands - if the look on her face is anything to go by.

she’s still quiet though, still not saying a word. so once again, steve continues - the attempt at not crying only growing more difficult - especially as he thinks on these next words. “there … there’s a little girl here. that lives here. with us. and … she’s the same age that i was when i first asked myself what was wrong with me. why i couldn’t just … make you guys care. why was i so messed up that my own parents didn’t even want to be around me and … the thing is, no one here would ever let her feel that way. no one here would ever let her think there was something wrong with her - i … even if she did, we’d do our best to make sure she knew it was the furthest thing from the truth. and i just - i look at her, and i think about that, and i … of course we wouldn’t. because she’s - she’s just a little kid. and i … i was just a little kid.” and now … now the tears are falling, now it’s hard to hold them back any more. even if he’s trying his damndest to ignore them.

“and i just …” he sits back down in his seat now, wiping at his face - letting out another shaky breath. “i just don’t get it. i don’t get how you could do that to me, how you could treat me that way. i was just a little kid. i’d never fucking do that to her. and i just …” he shakes his head again. “i’ll never understand it, but - i know i didn’t deserve it. i might not have known that years, or even months, ago but i know that now. i never deserved any of it. because i was just a kid, and i didn’t do anything. except exist. and that pissed you off for some reason.”

he’s not crying any more now and he fully straightens up once more, finds himself fully facing her once again. “so no. i’m not coming home - though that place isn’t my home anyways - with you. i’m not going to leave just so things can go back to the way they’ve always been. so i can see you for three days before you’re taking off again. and then i’m stuck once again wondering why i wasn’t enough. no. i won’t go back to there. i won’t do that shit again. because i don’t deserve that. i deserve better than that. i deserve to be here. so i’m staying here. this is where i belong.”

if he thought patricia had been quiet for a long time before, it’s nothing compared to now. the two of them sit in silence as the minutes stretch on - staring at each other, but this time steve waits. he waits to see if he’ll actually get a response.

and finally, finally - after maybe a little too long, she gives a little nod and opens her mouth. “alright, steve. alright. clearly nothing that i say will make you come hom - come back with me, so alright. if this is where you want to be, then i can’t really stop you anyways. you’re of age. so, i guess that will be that. i’ll talk to your father, don’t worry.” she gives another little nod as if to confirm this.

and there’s a lot more steve wants to say, more he wants to ask. there’s a part of them that wants to question, that wants to beg her to actually address anything else he said. to actually pretend for once that maybe she cared, just a little bit. that maybe his words actually had any impact on her. that maybe, just once, she actually felt ashamed for the way she let him grow up. but, he has a feeling that won’t them anywhere anyways. because really, there’s no point in trying anymore.

“okay. so … are we done here then?” and he simply gets a nod in response. “okay, i’ll show you out then.”

and he rises in his seat again, she does as well - he guides her out of the room and as they cross into the next - into the others - he can feels eyes on them. on him. but he doesn’t stop, he doesn’t look, he doesn’t say anything - just continues to guide her to the front door. and once they reach it, he stops - opening it to let her out.

“well, i guess this is goodbye …” he starts, trailing off and when he faces her, there’s an expression on her face, that he can’t quite place. she gives another little nod now. “yes, i suppose it is.” she says, but it seems like there’s something holding her back - like she’s not ready to leave quite yet.

and he’s about to question it, about to ask what’s up, figure out why she’s stalling - when suddenly she’s stepping towards him and instinctively he tenses, unsure what is about to happen … when he feels arms wrapping around him. her arms.

he blinks several times, not sure how to process this. process the fact, that for the first time in his life, his mother is actually hugging him. actually hugging him, a full, real, hug, her arms wrapped completely around him, her warmth fully against him. and … well, he can’t quite help the way he ultimately reacts. as his eyes flutter shut, as he wraps his own arms back around her - and for a moment, for just a moment, he’s not nineteen years old, for just a moment he’s that little kid that wanted nothing more than a hug like this from his mom.

“i’m sorry.” and steve almost doesn’t believe it’s actually coming from her mouth, wouldn’t believe it if it wasn’t so close to his ear. “i’m sorry i wasn’t a good mother to you. i’m sorry i wasn’t the mother that you deserved.”

and those damn tears are threatening to fall once more. “thank you.” is what he breathes out, and it’s almost like a sigh of relief, and he can’t help the way he hugs her harder.

they stay like that for a few more seconds, before finally she pulls herself away and steve lets her go. she steps back enough to look at him - and as if this couldn’t get any more surprising, she reaches up to cup his face, albeit briefly. “you take care of yourself, alright, steve?”

and he bites back the urge to respond with something snarky - to give a response like ‘no worries, been doing it my whole life’, instead - he gives her the smallest smile he can manage. “you too, patricia.”

she doesn’t even seem to react to the name, just drops her hands now - steps back completely and with one final nod turns and makes her way fully out of the house, down the steps - into the car containing his father waiting for her below, and out of his life forever.

[shpulkabunny]

MY SKETCHES WITH PATRICIA

SHE WAS SO CUTE BEFORE THIS ACCIDENT 😭💗

But she's still pretty now :D

I hope, these sketches will become popular

[wolfblood-of-anubis]

so while i do still plan on making the character tribute videos, i just havent been able to keep it up because of schoolwork, i wanted to ask you guys about any love songs or break up songs you think summarize certain couples from HOA

so send me your ideas in the ‘tell me stuff’ button and if i get multiple songs for the same couple i’ll do a poll for it, sound cool?

[thechosenanubis]

I have an idea for an AU: princess and the pauper.

With Patricia and Piper, as the twins who take on each other identities and fall in love with the other's suitor!

Piper the princess who wants to escape her life, made of rules and etiquette, where she has to marry a prince from a far away land that she never met. Who wants to experience adventure, who wants to be in controll of her own fate for once!

Patricia who wants to experience a life with no worries, where she doesn't have to decide between eating and buying clothes! A life of luxury where she doesn't have to worry about not having a roof over her head for the night!

Patricia x Eddie: Patricia falling in love with the prince knowing that their relationship is a lie because she isn't a princess and their love can never be!

Alfie x Piper: Piper falls in love with Patricia's best friend Alfie ( who immediately realises that Piper isn't Patricia), who makes her laugh and even snort, making her realise that she is more than her status, that she is a real person with desires and wants!

Pls someone write this AU for me... ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

[safflinas]

oughh.. .. toxic sisters haunt me in every game 🤪

the way the slashed locket was in the hands of someone who lived a life of privilege & security while the safely preserved locket was worn during countless swordfights

[knockoffblonde]

begging someone to write an au where it’s the beginning of s3 so peddie is still broken up and eddie’s mom comes to visit

[becomingpart2]

where. is. my. girlfriend!!!

[cupids-fiction]

Highsmith brings out the lit student in me so here’s a quick (but not short) analysis of this extract

“The only thing that really interested him was whether the police had found anything that actually incriminated Dickie in the murder of Freddie Miles. And he could hardly say that that really interested him, personally.”

There’s an overuse of filler words, partially to indicate Tom’s jumbled mind and partially to give the reader a look into how he is trying to rationalise these thoughts by acting like the “Tom” in his mind — unassuming, dumb, and bumbling. Because Dickie would never use such boring filler words, he’d be concise, or at least pretty about it.

“And he could hardly…” being a separate sentence to the first because Tom is acting out to himself what he will say to the police, as he identifies himself to them a few paragraphs later. Also to switch back into his “Tom” persona after delving ever so slightly into a tangent.

The “personally” again indicating how much he’s trying to take on this role of Tom now, because whilst he himself is very bothered by this whole ordeal, Tom wouldn’t be. And he is Tom. So he has to make a real point of personally.

Also, after this sentence, the paragraph delves into straight mundane narration of his next actions. Tom trying to distract himself. Tom trying to play his role by doing things Tom would do, and doing them deliberately, to focus his attention on everything but Dickie because he cannot merge the two or allow himself to dwell too long on what he has done.

[thstarsofsilver]

guys i wanna write something for peddie SO bad if you have any peddie brainchildren that you wanna see written pLEASE send them my way. send me asks. reblog. reply. message me i literally don't care i just neeed ideas i miss them so much

(i currently wanna write a peddie!champagne problems fic would anybody read it)

[theha1rarch]

@milleroptimism liked for john or patricia

Patricia Harrington stares long and hard at the woman in front of her, lips pursed in a thin line before she begins speaking. "Look, it's very kind of you to have taken on the task of looking after Steve while we've been ... away." She pointedly ignores the fact that her husband is still in the car, having refused to step foot in this place. But of course, as always, it's perfectly alright if Patricia subjects herself to it. "But as you can see, we're back now. So I think it's time this little charade comes to an end. You don't need to pretend to be his mother anymore." And hadn't that felt like a slap in the face, hearing her own son - the son she had endured hours of labor for - calling some other strange woman 'mom'. "We will collect our son and be on our way. We can even write you a check if you'd like, to compensate you for all you've done. I know looking after Steve isn't an easy task, he can be ... quite difficult."

[erineverly]

“we’ll make the best of this christmas,” she promises quietly, allowing herself to be comforted for the first time since that late october night. she keeps her eyes closed for a moment longer, mostly because she can feel her nose tingling all over again and knows there’s a fresh wave of tears welling up behind her lids, but also because she just wants to bask in his soothing touches and gentle rubs, breathe him in and ignore the world around them. even with her eyes closed, she can still easily find the spot where his neck and jaw meet and nudges it with the tip of her nose before planting a soft kiss there. “thank you. i really needed a hug like this,” she whispers, wondering if he’s even remotely aware of how much it means to her to know that his arms are still her home, how good it feels to be held like this. she only wishes she’d let him do it sooner… “you’re too sweet, baby. i don’t know how you do it, but i sure do feel like a supermodel when i’m with you.” lifting her head up, pale blue eyes fluttering open, she brings one of his hands to her rosy cheek and nuzzles into it. “see what you’re doing to me?” she giggles softly, hoping he can feel just how warm her face is. her stomach all light and fluttery again, butterflies swarming, her heart pounding. she appreciates the compliments and his efforts to make her feel beautiful and confident again — he’s surely succeeding at doing just that. “oh, please,” she chuckles, shaking her head. “everything about you was so captivating, even the way you walked towards me. it made me feel light-headed and weak at the knees, and i’m not even exaggerating. it felt like a movie. i was under your spell the second our eyes met. and i don’t know if i’ve ever told you this, but i didn’t sleep at all that night. i got home and stayed up until morning, just thinking of you.” she didn’t understand what was happening to her at the time, but now she knows that she was falling in love. she kisses his cheek, the memory so fond that it quickly turns her heart into a puddle of warm mush.

“that one always makes me cry.” mary, did you know? she means. she can’t explain it, mostly because she’s never been particularly religious so songs about jesus and mary shouldn’t probably affect her on such a deep level, but there’s just something about the lyrics of this particular one that touches and moves her every time. “is there any recording of this? does your grandma have any cassettes or something? i wish we could watch them. bet you were so adorable,” she coos, tapping the tip of his nose and diverting from the subject of her mother. “what have you been up to those past few weeks? were you looking for me?” she inquires instead, rolling his socks up and tossing them in the hamper. she looks up at him, her eyes trying to remain alight and playful as she gives his big toe a squeeze and a wiggle. “hey, just because you’ve lost some weight doesn’t mean i can’t pinch you for saying bad words,” she jokingly warns, rolling her eyes. she should have known he’d just blurt something like this out. “i guess you really want yours to be richard, you keep using that mean nickname that starts with d for him,” she sighs, trying to keep a straight face but his laugh is so contagious that the corners of her lips keep twitching, threatening to break into a grin. “i’ll name mine… well, i was planning to use a flowery name, but i guess richard and petunia or lily doesn’t sound very catchy so — patricia. richard and patricia,” she decides, erupting into giggles because it’s just too silly. “i don’t know. patricia doesn’t seem to mind glitter.” she has to hide her face in her hands to muffle the laughter that keeps slipping from her lips but also to conceal her flushed face. it amuses her to no end how he experiments with these words, just like a teenage boy who’s only just now learning them, but doesn’t want her reaction to enable him so she keeps trying to pull herself together. “yeah, she wanted to meet richard, but don’t flatter yourself. she only wanted to meet him to make sure he was healthy, okay?” she insists on using the new aliases, hopes that if she keeps repeating them, it will catch on.

holding her breath as she watches him shrug his shirt off, she’s relieved to see that his skin doesn’t bear any signs of self-harm, but he looks so frail that she worries a stronger wind could blow him over. it takes her back to their early days and she finds herself placing her hands on his sides, examining him from up close. even his tattoos look different now that his arms aren’t quite as muscular. she doesn’t say a word, trying to not make him feel bad about himself, but she does kiss one of his exposed shoulders — a silent promise to help him get back in shape, get healthy again. “always happy to help and make richard’s best friends feel loved,” she adds with a chuckle, trying to avert her gaze from his protruding ribs but failing miserably. she unzips his jeans for him and gently tugs them, along with his underwear if he’s waring any (she’s trying to give him some privacy and tries not to look), down his legs, kneeling and patting first his left then his right calf to indicate which foot she wants him to lift so that he can step out of the pool of denim around his ankles. smiling softly to reassure him that everything’s okay, she scoops up his clothes and throws them into the slowly overflowing hamper. she’ll have to do laundry in the morning. towels, sheets, clothes, there’s so many things that need to be washed and cleaned, but she doesn’t mind. “look, it’s so cute! don’t tell me this doesn’t make bath time more exciting.” she watches the flower-shaped bomb dive beneath the surface only to come back up and fizzle as it begins to dissolve into a puddle of bubbles, the smell of vanilla and something fruity filling the air. “quack, quack, quack!” she manages to utter between giggles, hoping to amuse the other. she takes the rubber duck and makes a show of its journey into the water. she parades it along the ledge of the tub, making sure it waddles comically from side to side, and only when it reaches the spout, she lets donald jump in. “he looks so lonely in there. go on, join him,” she encourages, offering the singer one of her hands just to make sure he doesn’t slip. 

“me too, my christmas angel.” hand rubs her back, still feeling sorry for her that she had to go through what she’s been through with the miscarriage. it tears him apart every single time he thinks about it, it torments his mind to think of what she went through and experienced mentally and physically with the loss of their child. it puts a vile pit in his stomach, opening up a new wound and creating a void. he looks to the side and takes another inhale of nicotine to get it off his mind. “oh, honey, the supermodel was standin’ right there.” he says, shaking his head at how in the world she thinks she doesn’t fit right in with a group of supermodels. really, the only difference is she doesn’t reach six feet tall but that’s what makes her far more special and adorable than anything those girls got. she’s still got beautiful long legs even if she isn’t tall as a skyscraper. “you’re sexy, beautiful, cute, adorable all in one.” most models from the magazines can’t do sexy and cute, it’s either one or the other and erin has both. “me though? i’m just some nerd waltzing your way. and you’re— fuck. you’re you. and very luckily, into nerds and red haired guys.” singer laughs, wondering why those traits to him is so attractive to her but he’s really happy that they are. “santa claus is comin’ to town, rudolph, mary did you know, a lot of jesus songs,” he answers, tapping the last of the cigarette out. “it would be a really ignorant thing to say.” that her mom is ugly, when she gave erin some of those beautiful looks. “mhm, you better.” he agrees, since he can relate he doesn’t like being left hanging.

“yeah, we did. pussy and dick.” he comments the wrong words out loud on PURPOSE, it makes himself laugh at least and grin deviously. “i think— that’s insane. putting glitter in your kitty.” he adds a further joke, finding it funny playing with these words. “she wanted to see my dick? wowww, meegan is a freak huh?” he questions teasingly, shrugging out of the blue button up and letting it fall of his shoulders that reveal his skinny frame but no self harm marks on his skin. “thanks. they say thank you.” he jokes, giving his balls a voice. “ohh, yeah. i’ll be joining you in there so go waddle along for now.” he waves his hand in a get moving gesture at the duck that’s ‘speaking’ to him through erin, chuckling again at her silly personality. then leans down and sniffs the flower bomb thing while erin is taking care of him like a mother (that he enjoys a lot secretly) and he holds his leg out each so she can pull both socks off. then he stands up on his bare feet and drops the vanilla scented thing in the bathtub that makes a small splash, pulling the rest of his shirt off and letting it fall in floor finally.

[iheartmapi]

Mapi angst? Pls🥹

Answer: This is my first time writing angst but I hope you’ll like it 😭

What I dreaded the most

Summary: You’re Barça’s youngest player, which makes your teammates call you the “kid” of the team. The team is supposed to play a match but you’re nowhere to be seen, which causes Mapi to be anxious and worried. She later learns that there was a good reason for your absence.

TW: mention of a dislocated shoulder, car crash, hospital, brief mentions of pain and wounds

Angst with happy ending.

Word count: 2,261

Y/n Y/l/n was Barça’s youngest player, her teammates were quick to jump in on calling her the team’s “kid”, upon her first time hearing her being called that she couldn’t help but feel as if it was meant to be a subtle punch in the gut, like “kid” was something derogatory, perhaps it was a bit childish but slowly over time she started feeling warm whenever one of the girls called her that, even if it was a simple “hey kid” or maybe even “kiddo”, there were many variants, but all became a familiar and nice nickname.

Out of the entire time you’ve grown the closest to Mapi, the girl’s eccentric and often times unpredictable personality absolutely charmed you, the two of you enjoyed joking with each other, frequently talking with each other during breaks at training

Today, was the day of a match for Barça, Mapi was in the locker room, sitting down on a bench whilst talking with Ingrid and Aitana. There were only a few minutes left before they’d have to go out, yet you haven’t arrived yet, this weirded out Mapi as well as Ingrid and Aitana when they brought it up, you weren’t one to be late to anything (Mapi liked that trait of yours) so what the hell happened? Mapi couldn’t help but shift anxiously in her seat, her mind thinking of the worst outcomes; something must’ve happened to you, or perhaps someone? You were her close friend, she always had this natural worry in the back of her mind when it came to you, maybe because you were so young…She looked around the locker room, hoping that you’d finally appear somewhere and explain that something came up or something. “Did she tell you guys anything?” Mapi looked up at her teammates, concern written all over her face, “Nah, listen Mapi…you have to calm down” Ingrid assured her, patting her shoulder “You should listen to Ingrid, Maps, I mean maybe Y/n caught something? You know how it is” Aitana agreed with Ingrid, Mapi appreciated that they were trying to get her to calm down but nonetheless it didn’t help her, she sighed and lowered her head. “We can always try and call her” Aitana proposed and immediately retrieved her phone, Ingrid nodded and did the same.

And so the girls started calling Y/n’s number, but to no avail, it seemed like her phone was either turned off or hadn’t been charged, this only made Mapi‘s panic worse, other teammates tried to call her as well but no one got an answer.

“Something must’ve happened, she’d never pull something like this” Mapi frowned “I have to talk to the coach” she added and stood up from the bench she was sitting on, Aitana and Ingrid wanted to tell her to give it up since she was completely off contact, so what could the coach do? But they let her go anyway, Mapi marched to find the coach, and when she did she didn’t save any of her concerns from the coach, she needed to search for you since this was incredibly weird, but in the end all she got was a “We can’t do anything about it María, you have to focus the match is about to start, Y/n will probably come over in some time anyway”.

Mapi came back to the locker room with her head held low, Aitana and Ingrid were still on their phones trying to call you up, as well as Keira, Patricia and even Alexia…it was clear they were feeling irritated at this whole situation, some more than the others. They had to break it to Mapi that they couldn’t just keep on trying to call you for hours on end since they had a match to play, Mapi was feeling terrible at this point, but they were right, even if she wanted to she couldn’t just run out of the stadium to go looking for you right now.

She sat back down on her bench, taking a sip of water to try and do anything that could calm her down even a minimal precent, Alexia came up to Mapi, sitting down next to her on the bench, “You shouldn’t be worrying so much, I’m sure Y/n’s fine, wherever she is…” the blonde tried to comfort her teammate, Mapi looked over at her friend smiling slightly “Yeah I guess you’re right Alexia…we’ve gotta focus on the game” Mapi’s smile falterd after she said that, she could feel it’d be hard for her to concentrate on anything else other than you right now, she wished she could listen to all the things her teammates were saying to her, but they couldn’t help her at all.

There was no more asking or calling now, they had to go out and play at this moment. As Mapi stood there on the green pitch she felt as if she was doing this for the first time, like she was a stranger among her teammates, it was as if her own feet were misleading her, she could see Ingrid, Aitana, Alexia and the rest looking at her with confused looks, as she was barely managing with her defense. Mapi’s concern for you overtook all her senses, and in result as the first half neared its end, it was no shock that Mapi was taken off the field for someone else to replace her.

Weirdly shaken up and distressed she made her way back to the locker room. She sighed, she sat back down on that same bench she was sitting earlier in a much calmer state than now, Mapi held her phone in her hands, she still had a hope that as her screen light up she would see a notification from you, wherever it was a message, call or anything else. She blinked and there it was, as if what she was hoping for came true, there it was, clear in a simple black coloured font

Y/n:

It’s bad Mapi

Attached to your message was your localisation, Mapi’s eyes widened, in that moment she knew that she had to drop everything to see where in God’s name you were all this time, her levels of worry were going through multiple roofs, she grabbed her bag and sprinted out of the stadium, she had to go to that localisation at this exact moment.

The setting was only a little bit off from the city, the countless buildings were clearly seen in the distance, she neared the localisation that you sent her, it wasn’t hard to miss the absolute train wreck of what seemed to be a car crash ahead of her, Mapi pulled up, close to the scene. She got out of her car, running towards the collision, red and blue lights flashed, two cars were crashed against each other, it looked like one of them quite literally rammed into the other one, there was an ambulance, where he could see a couple of paramedics rushing here and there, and finally there was a cop car, one cop was speaking with a civilian who was leaning against the ambulance, they had some bandages on them, but it seemed like they were the less hurt party in all of this.

Even if it sounded bad taken out of context Mapi couldn’t care less about them or anything else than finding you right now, she ran up to one of the paramedics, asking all about you, if they knew anything, “There’s a woman inside the ambulance-“ the paramedic told her, Mapi didn’t even want to listen to them finishing their sentence, she hurried to look inside the ambulance. Surely there was a woman inside…but it wasn’t you. It wasn’t possible for you not to be here, where the hell were you?! Her hands were shaking, were you dead? You couldn’t be, she walked further…then she felt as if a massive rock was taken off her heart, she was you sitting on the roadside, your head in your hands, you were patched up, some bandages on your legs, but what made Mapi feel at ease was the fact that you seemed to be doing alright, she ran up to you, gripping your shoulders with her hands, you looked up at her clearly startled but your gaze softens slightly as you realized it was Mapi.

Mapi looked you up, searching for any wounds, cuts or anything of that kind, she was glad to see that you were still pretty much in tact. “Jesus Christ Y/n! I- I was so goddamn scared!” She exclaimed barely catching her breath, “What happened..please I’m begging you tell me!” Tears started rolling down your cheeks, covering the dried tracks of the small droplets from before you saw Mapi, “I’m..I’m not sure Mapi It- It was all so sudden” your voice broke as you tried to come up with anything that had sense to tell her. Mapi cradled your face in her hands, her thumbs wiping away the salty tears “Alright- Alright- listen please just tell me if everything’s alright Y/n, I was so scared…I knew something went wrong I just wasn’t…expecting all of this, please tell me you’re fine!” You sniffed, quickly nodding your head in a “yes” motion. “Dios mío…” Mapi muttered to herself

“Y/n I’m glad, seriously I’m glad, I don’t know what the hell I’d do if something was wrong..” Mapi revealed, a single tear running down her cheek, “Come here you big dummy…” she sniffed as she finally smiled, Mapi’s arms lowered slightly resting lower back on your back, she pulled you against her, wanting to hold you tight as if to ensure that some imaginary hurricane wouldn’t just come and snatch you away, she was tired from worrying the entire day.

The second she pulled you against her you suddenly felt a piercing pain go through your body like an arrow. You winced loudly in pain, Mapi’s heart started beating abnormally again, she looked at you, her eyes wide like cherry pies. “Y/n? Y/n?! What was that? What happened?” She started blabbering any word that came to mind as she tried searching for any way to do something, you started sobbing, tears falling like rain, staining your shirt that was already slightly dirty from the car crash.

The first logical step was to take you to the goddamn hospital, Mapi had to pick you up, lead you there- do anything to get you there without accidentally hurting you more. “Where does it hurt? I have to take you to my car, we HAVE to go to the hospital Y/n” Mapi asked, you managed to choke out a “My shoulder…” through tears, Mapi wrapped her arm around your waist, making sure your “safe” side could lean on her. “It’ll be alright, ok? I promise you Y/n, everything is going to be fine, you’ll be fine” with that she helped you somehow make your way to her car, Mapi supported you with each step the two of you took, finally the two of you got into her car, she wasted no time in immediately speeding off towards the closest hospital, the only thought keeping her going was getting you help. As Mapi was driving with you wincing and still crying from the pain next to her on the passengers seat she suddenly heard her phone buzzing, she guessed it must’ve been someone from Barça, the coach, Alexia maybe someone else…but there were too many things going on right now for her to be able to pick it up, she’d call later.

The white walls and typical sterile scent wasn’t comforting at all, Mapi was sitting in a chair outside of your hospital room…you had to get a scan right now, the doctors concluded that a dislocated joint could’ve been the cause of your sudden pain, then Mapi remembered she was supposed to check who was calling her earlier…she took out the sleek device from her pocket and checked missed calls, surely it was one of her teammates; Keira, Mapi pressed the contact to call her back, Keira answered quite quickly .

“Maps! What’s going on? We’re all worried over here!” She heard Keira’s voice on the other end, Mapi took a deep breath before beginning to tell her what just happened.

“Yeah…they said it’s possibly a joint, the doctor assured me that she should be fine though” Mapi said with a hint of disdain for the possibility that her friend’s state could be worse, Keira sighed. “We have to trust them Mapi…alright I don’t want to keep you up so long, we’ll talk later, yeah?” Mapi answered simply “Yeah…later” before hanging up. Just then she saw you being escorted back into the room, Mapi’s heart dropped, she hated seeing you like this, hurt and helpless, “Can I come in? That’s my friend” She asked on of the nurses, the woman nodded, and so she waited as the nurses put you back onto your bed and left the room.

“Did they tell you anything, Y/n?” Mapi immediately asked as she pulled up a stool for herself to sit on, you nooded, “Yep…” you turned your head to look at Mapi “Dislocated shoulder, I should be fine though, already got all the necessary things scheduled…I definitely feel better tho- thanks to you Mapi” you added and smiled weakly, Mapi laughed gently, she carefully tucked a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I was so worried, everyone thought I was going to lose it…” she chuckled

“I’m already imagining that…” you laughed with her as well “But there’s no need to worry anymore Mapi.”