#and when we spent time with the rest of my girlfriends immediate family they gave them their birthday presents

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365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 280

Adjective: Flayed

Noun: Deer

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Flayed: (of a corpse or carcass) the skin peeling or having been peeled off; (someone) having been so harshly whipped or beat as to remove their skin; criticized severely and brutally

Deer: a hoofed grazing or browsing animal, with branched bony antlers that are shed annually and typically borne only by the male

[aewon]

HEARTS ON FIRE - YANG JUNGWON

SYNOPSIS: you lived your life buried in your parent’s routine for you. a perfect princess with a perfect life…or so one would think. now you’re being married off to the prince of valdenia for a trade operation. problem is, he already has a girlfriend, and he is not happy.

pairing: prince!jungwon x princess!reader

genre: royalty au, arranged marriage, enemies2lovers, non-idol au

word count: 8.1k

You don’t know what you did to deserve this. Here you are, a young woman with ambitions and dreams, being married off to some low-life prince. 

Being a princess is not easy, fuck everyone who says it is.

  From age 5, you have been taught, more like forced, to be a good princess. 

Following every rule, never stepping a toe out of line. 

You learned how to walk, how to talk, how to eat, how to be.

You were heavily reprimanded and punished if you ever appeared in a way your parents didn’t like. 

You can only be yourself when you’re alone, in your room. 

You are not allowed to indulge in your interests in front of your parents, who will shut you down immediately. 

  Your most immense love is art. You remember being ten years old and admiring the paintings your family kept in the palace. You pointed out every stroke, every color, every detail your eyes could find. When you told your parents you wanted to paint, they scolded you. They said art was a waste of time and that you had better things to do.

The following week, your parents had a professional painter come to do a family portrait. 

You got scolded for not holding still because you wanted to watch the painter. 

  The only good part of your life was Estelle. She was the head maid, and you loved her. 

She treated you as her own and let you indulge in every interest you had in secret. 

One day, Estelle showed up in your room with paint and a canvas.

You were so thrilled you almost screamed. 

You spent the rest of that day painting. Of course, you weren’t good, but that was okay. 

As time passed, you garnered a collection of paintings you had done, inspired by the ones you saw in the castle. Eventually, you got good! As much as you wanted to show your parents, you knew they would disapprove. And you didn’t want Estelle to get in trouble either. 

  Here you are over ten years later, still hiding your paintings in your room. You’re not worried about your parents finding them because they never enter your room. 

It’s almost time for dinner, and your parents said they had important news to share. 

As you make your way down, a pit forms in your stomach. Something suddenly doesn’t feel right. You do your best to ignore it, entering the dining hall. 

Your parents barely acknowledge your presence. 

“Before we start dinner, you must know something, Y/N,” your father says.

“Does this have to do with the news you told me about?”

“Yes, you’re getting married.” Your mother responds. 

  What? Did they say married?

“What are you talking about?” You ask, and that pit inside your stomach grows.

“You’re getting married to the prince of Valdenia. This is an opportunity to do business with them, and they only offered if we gave them your hand in marriage.”

  “Are you kidding? I'm being sold off for a business deal?”

Your father stands abruptly, slamming his hands on the table. “Don't speak to us that way! You have no choice in the matter!” 

  “This is my life we’re talking about. Who are you to give it away!” You can feel your eyes prick with tears.

You knew your parents didn't care for you the way they should've, but this was too far.

“We’re doing what's best for the kingdom!” Your mother argues.

“So, giving me away is what's best for the kingdom. I knew you didn't love me, but this is sickening!”

  With that, you rush out of the dining area.

You can feel the tears rushing down your cheeks.

Slamming your door shut, you climb onto your bed, still sobbing. 

  After five minutes, you hear your door slowly open. 

You figure it's your parents, and you're ready to tell them to get out until you hear a soft voice call your name.

You look up and make out Estelle’s figure through blurry eyes.

You spring up off your bed, running into her awaiting arms.

“Estelle, they're marrying me off,” you sob, burying your face into her dress.

“I heard, sweetheart. I hate to be the one to say this, but this could end up being a good thing.”

  You sniffle, looking up at her, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, maybe you’ll find love. A love who will cherish you and let you be yourself. Look at this situation with an open mind. You never know what’s in store for you.”

  You stop crying, taking Estelle’s words in.

Could this be a benefit to you?

Could your life take a different turn?

You go to bed that night, a million thoughts racing in your mind. 

The following day, you don't speak to your parents as they tell you that you’ll all be meeting with the king and queen of Valdenia, along with their son.

Of course, they're acting like nothing happened. That's what they always do.

You're in one of your best gowns, a beautiful blush pink ensemble.

Unfortunately, Valdenia is a long 3-hour carriage ride from your kingdom.

The only thing you have to cure your boredom is a book.

  As you read, no one speaks. You're surprised your parents aren't whispering to each other as they usually do.

Time passes slowly. When you finally look up from your book, it’s mid-day. 

Looking outside the carriage for the first time, the once dull gray that was painted in the sky turned brilliant blue. 

  The kingdom of Valdenia comes into view. As your carriage rolls through, you see people all along the streets. Kids, vendors.

Every person you see has a smile on their face.

Compared to the people of your kingdom, this looks like paradise.

  Outside the palace doors, the king and queen stand alongside their son. 

Your parents step out first, and you follow.

Coming face to face with their son, he looks away from you, not meeting your eyes.

You scoff, looking down at your heel-clad feet.

  You're broken out of your trance by the queen's loud voice. 

The queen cups your face, squishing your cheeks together.

“Look how beautiful you are! Isn't she perfect, dear?”

She turns to her husband, who smiles, gracing his features.

  They both usher you and your parents inside. 

The prince follows you grudgingly.

As you enter the palace, you are welcomed into their charming dining room, where tea and finger foods have been prepared for your enjoyment. 

  You end up sitting across from the prince as your parents make small talk.

  You can feel him glaring at you. 

It’s so obvious, yet everyone seems to be ignoring it. 

You look up, finally meeting his eyes.

He doesn’t look away or soften up. He continues to glare. 

You haven’t even introduced yourself, and he’s already looking at you with hatred. 

You won’t stand for that, so you quickly slip him your middle finger.

His expression finally changes from anger to surprise before he’s frowning. 

  Jungwon’s never hated someone so much.

You’ve done nothing to him, but your existence already hinders his life. 

And here you are, flipping him off.

How rude!

  Yes, he was glaring at you, but even so, that doesn’t mean he deserved that!

He’s about to say something, hoping to get you in trouble, but he’s interrupted.

“We’ve set your wedding for next week,” his mother says.

“Next week!” You both say simultaneously.

Your parents send you a ferocious glare, making you shut your mouth.

“Yes, next week. Y/N will be moving in as well. We’ve already arranged for your things to be packed and brought here for tomorrow.” Jungwon’s mother gives you a genuine smile, and you almost feel a twinge of relief for a second.

  You can't remember the last time you had a genuine smile directed your way by your parents.

Maybe moving here won't be so bad?

“Can I say something?” You ask out into the open.

Your parents send you another glare, but the king of Valdenia nods, signaling you to speak.

  “I’m honored that you're opening up your home to me. Can I ask that I bring someone with me?”

  “And who would that be, dear?” The queen asks, looking at you with warm eyes.

“Our head maid, Estelle. She’s someone I rely on very much, and I'd hate to be without her,” you respond.

You look at your parents for approval, as do Jungwon’s parents.

“If you are okay with it, then we are as well,” your father says, gesturing to the king and queen.

  “Then it’s settled!” The queen claps; she’s delighted.

As both families continue discussing arrangements and wedding planning, you zone out.

This could either go good or bad.

You'll have to wait and see.

  All your belongings had been moved into Yang’s palace by the next day. 

Your room is enormous, more extensive than your own at home.

Or should you say, your former home?

Your parents didn't even say goodbye to you; although you expected it, it still stung. 

Luckily, you had Estelle.

She, with her belongings, arrived in Valdenia that morning. 

You rushed out to meet her, squeezing her tightly.

“Thank god you're here. I don't know if I could do this without you.”

  The Yangs (minus Jungwon) welcome Estelle with open arms. She helps you unpack, hanging up your dresses, blouses, and pants in your closet.

Meanwhile, you rant to her while sitting on your freshly made bed.

“He didn't even let me introduce myself! He left the second the meeting ended, even when his parents told him not to!”

  “Maybe he's shy, darling.”

  You huff dramatically, “He’s not. He was glaring at me with such hatred in his eyes. If looks could kill, I'd be buried 6 feet under!”

  Estelle sighs, “Maybe he just needs time to adjust. This is probably sudden for him, too.”

You take a deep breath and nod your head. Still a workaholic, Estelle leaves for the kitchen to see if there’s any work she can do.

Boredom finds you quickly, so you leave your room to tour the castle. 

You hear hushed whispers as you reach the end of a long corridor.

You lean in, straining your ears to hear the conversation. 

“I know this is upsetting, my love, but we’ll figure it out.”

You immediately recognize the prince’s voice, but who’s he talking to?

“I just want us to be together like we promised, and now you’re being taken away from me.”

That’s definitely a girl’s voice. 

It’s easy to piece two-and-two together. This is the reason why Jungwon hates you.

He has a girlfriend.

Jungwon speaks again.

“She’s not gonna come in between us. She’s nothing compared to you, Maylee.”

You can’t help but scoff. It’s not like you’re hurt, but he doesn’t even know you. 

“It’s not like you can tell your parents no…just marry her. We can still be together. It’s not like you love her.” Maylee chuckles, and you roll your eyes, silently mocking her.

  As soon as you hear the sound of lips smacking, you rush out of there and go back the way you came. 

You return to your room, staring at the paintings leaning on your desk. You managed to smuggle them out of your old room without your parents noticing. Maybe now you’ll be able to indulge yourself in your art.

  There's a knock at your door.

“Come in!” You shout.

The open door reveals Mrs.Yang, and she smiles at you warmly.

“I came to see how you're settling in.”

She spots your paintings and is immediately intrigued.

“Did you paint these?” She asks, taking one into her hands and admiring it.

“Yes. I've loved painting since I was little. My parents never allowed me to indulge, so I had to do it secretly.”

  “They're amazing.” The Queen gawks, and you feel a twinge of pride. 

 “You must keep painting!” She says, “I'd love to hang up your paintings in the palace.”

  Your eyes widen at her suggestion, “Oh no, I’m not that good. I’m nothing compared to the professionals.”

  “Nonsense.” She waves her hand, “You must allow me to display these. You deserve to be praised. And please allow me to buy you more supplies.”

  You try to decline, but she insists, and you don't have the heart to tell her no.

By the following day, you see your paintings hung in multiple areas of the palace.

  You decide to explore outside the castle, finding yourself in its large outdoor area.

There's a beautiful garden in front of you, and you take your time smelling every flower.

There's a bench in the center, and you sit down and take a deep breath.

  “You can't be here,” a voice behind you says.

Turning, you look Jungwon directly in the eyes, “Says who?”

“Says me, you're not welcome here.”

You bring your finger to your chin, pretending to look up in question.

“Hmm, according to your parents, I’m welcome anywhere and everywhere in and outside this castle. You wouldn't wanna go against their authority, would you?”

  You see his jaw clench, “Can you just leave? This place is reserved.”

You gasp, “Ah! This is you and your girlfriend's little spot, right?”

His eyes widen as he starts to sputter.

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me…or is it?”

With that, you get up making your way back inside the castle.

It takes a few seconds before you hear his footsteps rushing to catch up with you.

He grabs your arm, spinning you around to face him. 

  “You’re not gonna say a word about her to my parents, or else.”

You pout playfully, tilting your head, “Or else what?”

He can't help but chuckle in disbelief. He’s never been faced with this kind of attitude.

“I will make your life a living hell.”

It's your turn to chuckle, “I'd love to see you try.”

You take his silence as your cue to leave.

  That night at dinner, Jungwon eats his food roughly, pissed off.

How dare you speak to him the way you did! I mean, are you crazy?

Now, he can't help but keep his eyes on you, praying you don't expose his relationship.

“What did you do today, Y/n?” Mrs. Yang asks.

“I spent some time outside today, in the garden. I ran into Jungwon, and we had…a lovely conversation.”

Jungwon can feel his heart speed up. This is it. You're going to expose him. 

“Oh? What did you talk about?”

You smirk at him from across the table, “Just how excited we are for the wedding!” Only five days to go!”

  Jungwon visibly relaxes, and you catch his eye, sending a wink. 

He glares at you, sucking his teeth.

The eye contact is broken once his mother squeals, clapping her hands excitedly.

“I’m so happy you're both excited! It’ll be beautiful. We’ve made sure of it.”

  “It will truly be magnificent,” his father adds, patting Jungwon on the back.

He smiles, trying to hide his anguish behind his wine glass.

Dinner continues with Jungwon’s mother raving about the wedding: cake, decorations, guests.

“Mrs. Sim said she’s ecstatic to see you get married!”

Wait…the Sim’s? Jungwon suddenly starts to panic inside his head.

“The Sim’s are coming?” He asks, looking at his mother.

“Of course they’re coming, dear! You, Maylee and Jake were the best of friends growing up!”

  A lightbulb suddenly goes off in your head. 

Maylee? Of course, his girlfriend was his childhood friend. This new information sets a fire ablaze in your mind.

You smirk to yourself, shaking your head at the thought. 

“What’s got you smiling, honey?” Mrs. Yang asks.

“Nothing! Just thinking about my dress. I know you said it comes from the best in the world.”

  “Oh absolutely!” And she starts a long tangent of how renowned the maker of your dress is. She tells you small details so as not to ruin the surprise. Maybe it’s weird you haven’t seen your wedding dress, but you trust her word.

  Your eyes meet Jungwon’s again, and you blow him a kiss, chuckling as he looks at you in pure disgust.

  5 DAYS LATER

  When you wake up, your ladies-in-waiting immediately rush you into your bathing chambers. Your hair and body are thoroughly washed and scrubbed, your teeth are brushed, and your skin is prepped.

They bring you to Mrs. Yang’s room where you’ll be getting ready.

She smiles at you, ushering you forward. 

“Are you ready to see your dress?”

You nod, and your nerves are playing with you for some reason. Why are you nervous? 

  She unveils it, and you gasp in disbelief.

It’s beautiful. The neckline dips into a beautiful bodice with a butterfly in the middle. The design continues into the middle of the dress and its sides, with another butterfly at the bottom.

The sleeves are loose and flowy, and the skirt shines.

  “Mrs. Yang…it’s stunning.” 

“Only the best for a stunning girl,” she says, “I noticed that you paint a lot of butterflies, which is why I requested they be incorporated into your dress.”

It’s true. You do love butterflies. You loved trying to catch them when you were younger.

  Your mind begins to wander a bit. You remember imagining the day you’d get married. You didn’t expect it to be arranged, but the one thing you always hoped for was for your mother to be the one to see you in your wedding dress. 

She wasn’t here, yet Mrs. Yang was, and that’s more than you could ask for.

  Mrs. Yang brings in the stylists. They sit you down and begin to dote on you.

You see Estelle out of the corner of your eye and smile at her, giggling as she responds with two thumbs up.

Once your hair is dried and styled, they move onto your makeup. You decided on a light style, not wanting your makeup to outshine your dress.

Once it’s finished, they get you into your dress.

It fits you perfectly, and you almost squeal at how beautiful you look. Not to brag, but you think you look amazing. Once they place the veil on your head, you look complete—a perfect bride.

  The wedding is being held in the palace courtyard, with friends and family of the Yang’s filling up both sides of the seating. 

You’re not surprised to learn your parents didn’t come. 

But you have Estelle, and that’s all that matters to you.

  You make your way to the palace doors, knowing it has begun when the music starts to play.

Estelle stands by your side, ready to walk you down the aisle.

“You look beautiful. I never thought I’d see this day.”

“You’re all I need, Estelle. Thank you.”

As the doors open, you see everyone standing and looking your way.

You keep your gaze forward, walking one step at a time.

  Jungwon looks handsome. You can’t deny it. His suit is white to match your dress, and his black hair contrasts beautifully with it.

As Jungwon stares you down, he can’t deny you look beautiful.

You hear gasps and whispers as you make your way past the crowds. 

“She looks stunning.” 

“What a beautiful girl.”

“Jungwon is a lucky man.”

You chuckle to yourself if only they knew.

  Once you reach the end of the aisle, you stand across from Jungwon as Estelle takes her seat up front at your request.

Jungwon carefully lifts the veil, putting it behind you.

As you look into each other's eyes, you see something in his, an emotion you can’t put your finger on.

The minister clears his throat, bringing everyone’s attention to him. 

“Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today to witness the union of Y/N and Jungwon. Two souls brought together to become one. One soul, one body, one heart, and one mind. If anything should object to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

  No one says a word. The silence is almost deafening.

  “Let’s begin. Marriage is a partnership of trust and dependence to one another while walking life’s long path. Marriage is about communication and commitment, sacrifice when needed, and love in the best and worst times. 

It takes time to build a good marriage, and we hope for nothing but the best for our bride and groom.”

  The minister turns to you.

“Y/N, do you take Jungwon to be your lawfully wedded husband? Will you love and cherish him; trust and commit to him, through joy and pain, in sickness and health, for as long as you both shall live?”

  You take a deep breath, “I do.”

“Jungwon, do you take Y/N to be your lawfully wedded wife. Will you love and cherish her; trust and commit to her, through joy and pain, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?”

  “I do,” he says, and as he smiles at you for a second, you almost think it’s genuine.

“Then, with the power invested in me, I pronounce you, huband and wife. You may now kiss your bride!”

  Kiss? Nobody mentioned a kiss.

Jungwon knows what his parents expect, so he takes your face into his hands with a heavy heart, pulling you forward and molding his lips to yours. 

You want to feel disgusted, but you can’t. You kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck.

The cheers in the background drown out as your lips move passionately.

What’s happening? Are you and Jungwon not supposed to hate each other? 

  As you pull away, you notice your lipgloss has transferred onto Jungwon’s lips.

Instinctively, you raise your hand to wipe the lipgloss off, making the crowd chuckle.

Jungwon takes your hand as you turn to the crowd, waving as pictures are taken every second.

You walk back down the aisle, entering the castle for the reception in the grand hall room.

There’s food, drinks, music and most importantly the cake.

Everyone sits to eat. There’s a large selection on the menu.

You decide on a crab-based dish, putting on a bib to avoid getting anything on your dress. 

Jungwon sits beside you, eating his food and being quiet.

  Once everyone has finished eating, people start chanting for you to cut the cake.

You and Jungwon, along with everyone else, gather around it, and you cut the cake together.

Cheers erupt, and without thinking, you put some frosting on your finger before smearing it on Jungwon’s cheek.

Laughter fills the air as Jungwon looks at you in shock.

He doesn’t hesitate to fire back, targeting your cheek.

  You laugh as he kisses your cheek, smearing the frosting.

After enjoying the cake, a delicious vanilla custard that you adored, you make small talk with all of Jungwon’s family and relatives.

“Where are Jungwon, Jake, and Maylee?” Mrs. Yang asks. 

“Those three are always doing something secretive. Y/N, would you be a dear and go find them?” Mrs. Sim asks you, and you nod, getting up and leaving the room.

  You don’t care to find them, so you wander the halls aimlessly until you hear shouting coming from an empty corridor.

“What the hell was that?” That voice definitely doesn’t belong to Jungwon so it must be Jake.

“What are you talking about?” Jungwon asks, confused as to why he’s being yelled at.

“You were practically all over her!” Jake yells.

“You looked so in love,” a feminine voice says, that must be Maylee.

  “I’m not in love with her. We hate each other!” Jungwon insists, looking between the Sim siblings.

“Well, it didn’t look that way to me!” Jake retaliates.

“I just watched you marry and kiss another girl. Don’t you realize how terrible I feel?” Maylee asks.

“I get it,” Jungwon says, “But I had to look convincing to my parents!”

  “That bitch certainly didn’t seem to mind having you to herself,” Maylee says.

You clear your throat, smirking as the three look at you like deer caught in headlights.

“The next time you wanna argue and talk shit about somebody, maybe don’t yell and cause a commotion about it.” 

You walk forward, standing in front of Maylee, who’s between Jungwon and Jake.

“And next time… come say it to my face. Don’t be a pussy.” You throw the bouquet in her face, turn around, and walk back.

“You may need that,” you say as you leave the three dumbfounded.

  You devise some weak excuse about how you couldn’t find them, but within a minute, they all come shuffling back into the grand hall.

The night ends with everyone congratulating you and Jungwon as you hang off his arm. You catch Maylee’s eye as the Sim’s are leaving. You can’t help but be petty, shooting a wink and waving her way. She glares ferociously before being ushered out by her mother.

  You yawn, the day's events catching up to you. 

“Are you tired, sweetheart?” Mrs. Yang asks, cooing at you as you nod sleepily.

“You’re in luck. We just had your bedroom cleaned and prepared for you both,” Mr. Yang says.

“Wait,” Jungwon interrupts, “What do you mean for us both?”

“Well, now that you’re married, it only makes sense to share a bedroom!”

  You and Jungwon look at each other and then back to his parents.

“I understand your point, but we still barely know each other. Isn’t it a bit soon?” you ask, Jungwon nodding in agreement. 

“Nonsense! If anything, this will help you get closer!” Mr. Yang responds.

  Before you can argue any further, they bid you both goodnight. 

You both stand there for a few seconds, taking in this absolute setup.

“We could just not sleep in the same room? They don’t have to know,” you suggest.

Jungwon shakes his head, “They’ll know. They’re parents, they know everything.”

  “So you wanna sleep in the same room?”

“I don’t want to,” Jungwon says exasperated, “But we’ll have to.”

It turns out that the bedroom is the second-best in the castle, only after the king and queen’s.

“We can move all our stuff in here tomorrow. Let’s just wash up, get changed, and go to bed,” Jungwon says before making his way to his now-old room.

  “Wait!” You call out.

He turns around, raising an eyebrow.

“Can you unzip me? I can’t reach it.” 

Jungwon doesn’t think anything of it, reaching to unzip your dress.

That is until he sees the expanse of your smooth skin. Before he can stop himself, he’s gently running his hand down the middle of your back.

You freeze, not expecting his touch.

He snaps out of it and, before you can say anything, runs, leaving you in the corridor.

  You turn to your room, undressing and wearing comfortable sleepwear.

You enter the bath chambers and wash off your makeup, putting your hair into a protective style.

You return to the bedroom, finding Jungwon hasn’t arrived yet.

  The room is even bigger than yours. When you check out the closet, it expands even farther than yours.

The bath chamber has a tub, a separate shower, and two sinks. On one side of the room, there’s even a couch.

It’s perfect for two people.

  You hear the door close behind you, and Jungwon clears his throat.

“I can sleep on the couch so that you can sleep in the bed,” he says, already making his way to it.

“No, I’ll sleep on the couch!” You protest, grabbing an extra blanket from the closet.

  “I can’t allow that. As much as we don’t like each other, I can’t let a lady be uncomfortable.”

You sigh, “Then we’ll both sleep in the bed, just keep some space between us.”

Jungwon nods, and you both make your way to the bed.

You get in first, making yourself comfortable, and Jungwon follows suit.

Neither of you say anything, nor do you say goodnight.

Sleep overtakes you quickly.

  When you wake up, you notice an arm around your waist.

Looking beside you, Jungwon is still fast asleep.

You carefully remove his arm around you and leave the bed.

Heading to the bath chambers, you quickly shower, brush your teeth, and wash your face.

Jungwon is still asleep when you return, so you head down to breakfast without him.

  The king and queen are nowhere to be found, but breakfast is still laid out, ready to be eaten.

You sit down, preparing your napkin before digging in.

About ten minutes later, Jungwon enters the dining hall, hair disheveled and pajamas slightly unbuttoned.

He says nothing as he sits next to you and starts to eat.

He looks cute, you hate to admit.

His eyes are puffy from sleep and his cheeks are slightly bloated.

  “What are you staring at?” He asks.

“Nothing!” You respond, quickly turning back to your food.

It’s quiet for a few minutes before you speak again, “You must’ve slept well last night, considering I woke up with your arm around me.”

Jungwon freezes beside you, side-eyeing as you try to hold in your chuckle.

  “I normally hold a pillow when I sleep. It must’ve been an accident.”

You hum, not believing him for a second.

“I ran into my parents before coming here. They said we’re having dinner with the Sim’s tonight.”

  You sigh, “Do I have to deal with your girlfriend and her brother again?”

“No, but maybe don’t provoke her either?”

“But it’s fun,” you pout playfully. 

“Not for me. I get all the backlash!”

“Well, maybe tell them to knock it off!”

With that, you get up and finish your breakfast.

You go to your old room where all your clothes reside and bring them into the new room.

Jungwon had the decency to take up only one side of the closet with his things.

  Next is moving your paintings. The room has enough space to line them up nicely by the large window.

You prepare for the rest of the day, taking a long, hot shower and getting dressed in one of your gowns.

You head to the garden, sitting on the bench with your paints and canvas.

The sky is still shedding its orange rays.

So you sit, and you paint.

You paint until your hands become numb from holding your palette and brush. 

  By the time you’ve finished, the sky has shed its previous colors and welcomed a beautiful blue.

You paint that as well, blending the colors seamlessly. 

You paint the clouds, their shadows, and the scenery before you.

Each flower is painted with details someone else might never see.

But you see everything.

  You hear footsteps approaching from behind you, and Jungwon’s voice graces your ears, “The Sim’s are here. I was sent to get you.”

  Your eyes widen. How rude of you not to be there when guests arrive.

You quickly gather up your paints, brushes, and palette.

Finding your hands full, you look to Jungwon for help.

He takes note and carefully takes your painting into one hand, his other occupied by your easel.

You take numerous fast-paced steps ahead of him, rushing to get inside.

“Calm down, they’re not upset.”

You send him a glare as you walk even faster.

  When you reach the bedroom, you put everything away, Jungwon carefully setting down your easel and painting.

You stand in front of the full-length mirror beside the closet door and fix your appearance.

Rushing wasn’t a good idea as your hair is now disheveled, strands flying everywhere.

You brush your fingers through it, calming any flyaways and loose hair.

  Turning around, you see Jungwon still there, staring you down.

“What?” You ask. “Is there something wrong?”

“No, you look fine. Let’s go.”

He holds out his arm, looking for you to interlock yours. 

You do as such, putting your other hand over his.

When you arrive in the dining hall, the Sim’s, minus the siblings, look at you both warmly.

Jungwon pulls your chair out, and you thank him quietly before he sits beside you.

  Everyone begins to eat while the parents start a quiet conversation.

You can feel eyes on you, but you don’t look up to catch them.

“So,” Mrs. Sim says, “How’s married life treating you both?”

You put on your “fake but real” smile. “Well, it’s only been a day. I don’t think we’ve experienced any real marriage life yet.”

Mrs. Yang interrupts you, “Nonsense. I heard them having a couples spat the other day. Of course, I don't know what it was about, but it’s not my business. They’re both adults. They can keep it between themselves.”

  The Sim’s laugh, and the Yang’s as you and Jungwon smile awkwardly.

“Oh, and they don’t know this, but I went into their room to check on them this morning. It was so cute how Jungwon wrapped his arm around you while you slept,” Mrs. Yang says, turning to you.

  Jungwon suddenly chokes on his food, coughing violently as you hit his back.

Mrs. Yang looks at Jungwon, “Careful, sweetie. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything, but I couldn't help it! My baby boy is embarrassed,” she coos.

“Mom,” Jungwon grumbles as he finally stops choking.

He looks at Maylee to find her glaring straight at him, and he gulps heavily.

  “Excuse me, I have to use the restroom,” Maylee says, quickly ushering herself out of the dining hall.

After five minutes, her parents question her whereabouts, and Jungwon takes this as his chance.

“I’ll go look for her!”

He rushes off, running through the corridors looking for her.

Suddenly, he hears a crash coming from the bedroom.

He darts to it and finds himself in the middle of Maylee destroying your paintings.

“What the hell are you doing!” He yells, dragging her away from the now slashed canvases.

His yell alerts everyone still at the table, and they’re rushing in within seconds.

  You get one look at your destroyed paintings before you collapse on your knees, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“What did you do?” you ask, looking at Maylee and Jungwon.

“This is what you get for stealing my man, bitch!”

The Sim’s and Yang’s look between you and Maylee before Mrs. Sim speaks up, “Sim Maylee, what on earth are you talking about!”

  “You wanna know the truth,” she starts, “Jungwon and I have been dating for three years. 3! And all of a sudden, this bitch makes her grand entrance as his soon-to-be wife? Are you fucking kidding me? She’s been cuddling up to him this whole time, and I’m sick of it!”

  You get up, and before anyone can blink, you slap Maylee across the face, “How dare you. You’re mad about our arranged marriage, so you destroy my life’s work?”

She holds her now red cheek, staring at you in disbelief.

You turn to Jungwon, “I know you hate me, but this is too far.”

With that, you turn and leave the room, running through the corridor and leaving the castle.

You run and run as far as your feet will take you.

  Jungwon turns to Maylee, “This…this was too much Maylee.”

“So it’s true?” Mrs. Yang interjects

“Yes, mother, it’s true. I said nothing because I knew we’d be forced to break up if you found out. We planned to keep our relationship a secret even after my marriage.”

He turns back to Maylee, “How could you do this?”

“Why are you defending her?” she shouts. “I’m your girlfriend; you should be on my side.”

  “But you’ve crossed the line, Maylee, and dragged me into your mess, too!”

Mrs. Sim crosses the room and yanks her daughter by the arm. “Let’s go! Say goodbye because, as far as I’m concerned, you two will not see each other anymore.”

She drags Maylee out as she struggles in her mother’s hold while Mr. Sim puts his hand on Jake’s shoulder, dragging him out as well.

  The Yang’s are left in the room, glaring at their son.

“I’m very disappointed in you,” his father says.

Jungwon hangs his head in shame, “I know. I just… didn’t want to end my relationship with Maylee. We fell in love over time and never had the guts to tell any of you. But I don’t condone this! I would’ve never done something like this!”

  “You need to find Y/N and apologize to her immediately. You should’ve stopped Maylee’s actions when she first showed hostility.”

Jungwon nods, and with that, he begins his search for you.

He passes some maids, asking where you went, and they tell him you ran outside the castle.

As he makes his way outside, a guard rushes up to him. “Prince Jungwon, the princess ran out here in a frenzy. We tried to go after her but were ordered not to leave our post. She ran into the woods outside the castle!”

  Jungwon books it, running as fast as he can, shouting your name. He runs through trees, swatting branches out of his way.

Then, he hears it. Soft sniffles came from in front of him.

He approaches you carefully, not wanting to startle you or make you run away.

“Y/N?”

  You turn around, glaring once you see it’s him.

Standing up, you begin to walk away from him, but he’s faster and grabs your arm.

“Wait! Please let me explain! I had nothing to do with Maylee destroying your paintings. I didn’t tell her to do it. I didn’t participate. I don’t hate you. I’ve been in the wrong this whole time. I treated you terribly when you did nothing wrong, and I’m sorry.”

  “Those paintings were priceless to me, Jungwon. What am I supposed to do now?” 

He takes your hand, “Make new ones and new memories?”

You bite your lip, “You’re right, and I’m sorry, too. I was hostile towards you when you were also in a shitty situation.”

He waves his hand, “Let bygones be bygones and regarding Maylee, I think it’s fair to consider her my ex now.”

  Jungwon holds out his hand, “Let’s go home?”

You take his hand, and the both of you make your way back to the castle. 

Mr. and Mrs. Yang welcome you back with open arms, literally holding you in their arms. For the first time in forever, you feel like you’re with family. 

Estelle helps you and Jungwon clean up the destroyed paintings. You decide to throw everything away, wanting to make new memories like Jungwon said. 

  That night, you and Jungwon get into bed with a newfound friendship.

  The morning light shines through the curtains, and it makes you squint. 

You look beside you and see Jungwon is gone.

Sitting up, you stretch before preparing to get out of bed. 

“Hold it right there! Breakfast in bed for the lady.” Jungwon comes in with a whole tray of food. Pancakes, eggs, bacon, and toast, with a glass of orange juice.

“Jungwon, you don’t have to do nice things for me. We’ve forgiven each other for past mistakes. There’s no need for this,” you say, smiling at him.

  “I want to do this. I want to make up for my wrongdoings, so please, just let me,” he pleads.

He sets the tray down in front of you. 

You pick up your fork and knife, cutting into the pancakes. You hold out your fork for Jungwon, “Say ah!”

A light blush dusts Jungwon’s cheeks, but he accepts the food graciously. 

You gesture for him to sit next to you in bed, “Let’s talk.”

He complies, “Talk about what?”

“Anything,” you say, “What are your plans for today?”

  “I didn’t have any plans for today. I thought maybe we could go out and paint! I’ve never done it before, but it looks fun!”

You smile as you eat, “I think that’s a great idea.”

When you (and Jungwon) have finished breakfast, you gather all your art supplies again and make your way outside the castle, this time with Jungwon in tow. 

“So, first things first. There are no rules when it comes to art. You can do whatever you want, as long as you like it.”

  You’re facing the woods, so you tell Jungwon to paint that. He begins, and within half an hour, he’s finished. He presents his final product to you like a shy kid, and you can’t help but coo.

Surprisingly, it’s not bad for a complete beginner.

“So right off the bat, I can tell you understand color. What you’re missing is lighting and shading. Notice how some are lighter when the sun hits the trees while the branches in the back are darker?”

  As you ramble on and on, Jungwon can’t help but think you look beautiful. You’re talking passionately, and he can’t stop staring in awe. 

He doesn’t even realize you're calling his name until you snap your fingers in front of his face.

“Are you listening? This is important!”

“Sorry,” he says, shaking his head. “I can just tell how much you love art, and I think it’s cool.”

  You hum, “Well, thank you. What about you? What’s your favorite thing?”

Jungwon contemplates momentarily before looking down at the grass, “I don’t have one.”

You frown, sitting next to him on the bench.

“That’s okay!” you say. “We can find your favorite thing; we just have to experiment!”

  Painting class for the day officially ends there, as you’re now determined to help Jungwon.

As you walk the corridor castles, you ask, “So, what do you like to do?”

“I like sports. The guys and I usually play rugby when we’re all free.”

You recall being introduced to 5 other boys who Jungwon said he grew up with, Jake included.

“I don’t think you can teach me that.” You laugh as Jungwon smiles shyly beside you.

“What else?” You ask.

“Well, I like to sing.”

“Really?” You ask, surprised.

  Jungwon nods, “I always loved putting on performances for my parents when I was younger.”

“Well, sing for me!”

“But I’m shy,” he says, looking down as his cheeks become red.

“Come on,” you whine, dragging out the n, “I’m your wife. You don’t need to be shy in front of me.”

“Not you pulling the wife card.” He laughs.

“Please.” You pout, putting on your best puppy eyes.

Jungwon takes a deep breath before he starts to sing, and you’re immediately captivated.

  His voice is like honey. It’s smooth but slightly raspy, and it’s like an angel singing in your ears.

When he finishes, you clap excitedly.

“Jungwon, you’re so good!”

He gives a small thanks while you keep walking.

You think you’ve found a new obsession.

  Jungwon sits on the picnic blanket beside you, singing quietly to you as you watch the sky.

You sit up abruptly, causing Jungwon to stop.

“Do you think in a different universe, we would’ve been friends first before anything?”

Jungwon ponders for a moment, “I don’t see why not. Let me ask you something: do you think we could make our marriage work?”

  You turn to Jungwon, eyebrow raised, “You mean, like, romantically? I didn’t know you felt that way about me.” You smirk, causing Jungwon to turn away quickly.

“I mean, you’re beautiful. I can’t help but think, now that things are good between us, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try. The last thing I want is to be in a loveless marriage.”

  “Sure, we can try.” You turn yourself towards Jungwon, touching his cheek to make him face you.

“Kiss me,” you say.

Jungwon’s eyes widened. They dart to your lips quickly before finding your eyes, “So suddenly?”

You figure he’s not going to do it, so you do.

Leaning forward, you capture his lips with yours.

He kisses you back, pulling you closer with a hand behind your head.

His lips are soft, and he tastes like the strawberries and chocolate you had.

  It’s passionate. It feels like sparks are going off. This kiss is different from the one you shared on your wedding day. This one feels natural like it’s a kiss with love and not for show.

Before it can go any further, you pull away, giggling as Jungwon chases your lips.

He whines, “Don’t tease me!”

“I’m sorry! You’re just too cute.”

“Don’t wanna be cute to you,” he mumbles.

“You don’t wanna be cute? Do you wanna be more than that? Like what?”

“Handsome, hot, sexy?”

“Who said I don't find you hot, handsome, and sexy?”  

  Jungwon smirks, “Do you?”

You push Jungwon’s shoulder back, throwing your leg over his, straddling his lap.

He brings his hands to your waist, holding it tightly.

“What if I said I think you’re the sexiest, hottest, most handsome man I’ve ever seen?”

He rubs circles into your waist, “I'd say you're the sexiest, hottest, most beautiful woman I've ever seen.”

You lean in for another kiss, nipping Jungwon’s bottom lip. 

  God knows how long you spent there. After coming inside, you sit down for dinner with the Yang's.

“So, what did you two do today?” Mrs. Yang asks.

“We had a picnic!” You respond. “Jungwon prepared everything, and it was amazing.”

Mrs. Yang asks for details, and the two women talk excitedly while Jungwon looks at you with fondness. 

  As you lay in bed that night, you think about how drastically your relationship with Jungwon has changed.

You dreaded this marriage, being forced to be with someone you didn't love. And now? Your perspective has completely changed. 

Jungwon is a fantastic person. You wish you had seen it earlier.

  Do you think you could fall in love with Jungwon? You believe you already have. While the thought almost scares you, your feelings for Jungwon overcome that.

Your thoughts are interrupted when Jungwon comes out of the bathroom, having thoroughly washed up.

He joins you in bed, turning to face you as you smile at him.

“What?” He asks, smiling back at you.

  You raise your hand, stroking the area above his eyebrow, moving the hair in the way. 

“I think I love you, Jungwon.”

Jungwon's eyes widen, and then they soften.

“I think I love you too, Y/N.”

You don't say anything else as you lean in, kissing him.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, my love.”

  2 WEEKS LATER

Jungwon plays with your hair as your head lays in his lap. His nimble fingers find their way to your cheek, grazing over it. 

You look up at him, meeting his eyes.

Puckering your lips, he laughs, bringing his to yours in a sweet kiss.

“There's a festival in the town tonight. Do you wanna go?” He asks.

“What’s it gonna be like?”

“Games, music, food, the works.”

“Sounds fun, I'd love to go!”

  Night comes quickly, and you've just finished preparing for the festival. 

Jungwon comes out of the bathroom, ready as well. 

“You look beautiful, my love,” he says, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around you. 

“And you look dashing.”

  The festival is in full swing by the time you and Jungwon arrive.  

People greet you as you pass, giving you gifts and free things. 

You take them all graciously, thanking them for their generosity. 

  You and Jungwon find a private spot, taking time to admire the view of the town ahead. 

“I got you something,” he says.

You turn to him, eyebrows furrowing when he pulls out a small box.

  “I know we had a rocky start, but I have to say that these past few weeks with you have been some of the best I've ever had. I know our vows weren't exactly the most genuine, but now, I mean those words genuinely. You are an amazing, passionate, loving, caring woman, and I love everything about you. I truly promise the rest of my life to you.”

  With that, he opens the box, presenting a beautiful gold necklace. You gasp in surprise as he shows it to you. 

“Jungwon, it's stunning.”

“I got our initials engraved on it, so we're always together no matter what.”

  As he puts it on you, you think to yourself, maybe this life was meant for you.

In the end, you got your fairytale ending.

note: this took me entirely too long but it's done!! i hope you all enjoy!

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Through The Worst // modern!Aemond x Reader

Summary: You're reminded just how much Aemond loves you.

TRIGGER WARNING!!! Self injury, in depth description of panic attack, talk of physically abusive family

CW: p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, oral f and m receiving

The starry sky has always been your companion, through the good and the bad. You take a deep breath and smile. You think of all the good in your life, your boyfriend, Aemond. Aemond, the light in your life.

Like him, your family wasn't the most stable place in your life. Fights between your parents were frequent and you had to protect your sister from more than one attempt of violence against her. When it came to you, though? You would gladly endure the pain if it meant your sister was safe.

When your mother left you and your sister with your father it was terrible. If he was angry you and your sister would find another place to spend the night. If you two were caught off guard, you did all you could to prepare yourself for a terrible night. Sometimes it was keeping food away from you, sometimes it was a beating. But it was never too much, or somewhere that could be seen by anyone else. All the hits were strategic, easily being covered by a regular t-shirt.

While your body almost never scarred, as bruises were the only injuries that would mark your skin, scars remained nonetheless. Unfortunately, those were your own doing.

It was never intentional, you would tell yourself. And it was true. Some people would see them and automatically assume that you wanted to die but that wasn't the case. If anything you just wanted to feel something.

Growing up in that household on top of not being at the best school was not a good combination. Classmates were cruel to you, whether you knew it or not. With such a kind heart you gave everyone the benefit of the doubt. Even the guys who dated you as a joke or who just wanted to add you to their body count.

Once you were old enough to get out of the house, you did. You tried to bring your sister with you but she refused. She believed that if she stayed with your father she could help him. You tried everything to convince her not to stay but she wouldn't budge. So you left home without her.

You felt someone lay down next to you in the grass. Immediately you could tell it was Aemond. You gave the sky a small smile before turning over to face him.

“Couldn't sleep?” You asked him.

He shrugged. “I was restless. I know you can't sleep sometimes so I figured I'd check in on you. You weren't in your room so I came out here.”

If you were anywhere else you'd be sharing the same bed but since you were spending the summer with Aemond’s siblings you had your own room. While his mother wasn't around you knew it would be a bit much if she heard her son was sharing a bed with someone, even with them being in college, even with his own girlfriend. So, you stayed in a room, not too far away from Aemond's, but still too far in your own opinion.

You cupped his face with your hand and ran your thumb across his cheek. “You know, I miss you at night sometimes. Even if we've spent the whole day together.”

“I miss you too, my love.” He placed his hand on top of your and kissed your palm.

You closed your eyes, content with his presence. For a while you two just lay there in the grass underneath the night sky until Aemond got up and pulled you up.

“I think it's time for bed. We can sleep in my room tonight,” he whispered.

“Oh, getting rebellious, are we?” You joked.

“No, I just want you to fall asleep in my arms tonight. Is that okay?”

“Of course it's okay.”

A gentle kiss graced the top of your head as the two of you went in for the rest of the night.

That night you slept peacefully wrapped up in Aemond’s arms. When you fell asleep he was there. When you woke up he was there. His soft snoring brought a sweet smile to your face as you brushed his hair back with your hand. His hair was also so neat, you felt somewhat blessed to see it unkept and so…comfortable.

When you saw his eyelids begin to flutter open you peppered his face with kisses.

“Good morning, my love,” you whispered in his ear.

He chuckled. “Don't do that or we may not get out of bed.”

“Do what?” You asked innocently.

He gave you a knowing look. “You know what your whispers do to me.”

“Well maybe I want that, I'm just trying to get you ready.”

“Congratulations, it worked.”

Aemond captured you in a passionate kiss. His hands ran up your body to capture your tits over your shirt. It was a flimsy shirt, but it was still too much. Aemond circled your breasts with his hands, getting closer and closer to your nippes. You whined against him and arched your back to get closer. He took advantage of that and snuck his tongue in your mouth. The feel of him adding more and more. Your hands went to his hair and you pulled him even closer.

Aemond smiled at your eagerness and gave in, running each thumb over a pebbled nub. He had been teasing you so much you felt yourself clench at his touch.

After torturing you like this a few more times, each one causing louder and louder whines, he finally relented and pulled the shirt over your head. Free from the barrier, Aemond dipped his head down to take a bud in his mouth.

“Fuck, Aemond,” you whispered.

You reached down and felt him hard under his briefs. You palmed him as he lifted his hips to meet your hand. He was just as needy as you.

As he switched from one nipple to the other you tugged down his briefs just enough to free him. Hard and red at the tip, you got excited just looking at it.

Aemond released you with a pop before pulling you into another kiss. He was about to slip off your panties when you stopped him.

“I want to taste you first,” you told him.

You skipped his briefs off all while keeping eye contact. His eye never left yours. They widened as you dipped your head down to lick the head. Just that small touch had him buck into you. You gave his head another tiny lick and he groaned.

“Take my cock, my girl. I want to see your face stuffed.”

You gave him a sly smile before taking as much of him as possible all at once. You've done this enough times to be used to the stretch. Of course, you still need to warm up before taking *all* of him.

His precum was salty on your tongue and you loved it. You swirled your tongue over his head while bobbing your own head up and down. Raising your eyes, you could see Aemond gripped the sheets and tried to keep everything in.

You hummed, causing vibrations to go through him as he flung his head back in ecstacy.

“If you don't stop I'm -”

The words spurred you on. Hallowing your cheeks and bobbing faster, you wanted him to spill himself inside you. You wanted to taste him, all of him.

“Fuck!” He spilled into your mouth and you swallowed each drop. You let him go with a pop and crawled over to him.

Aemond brought his hand to your face and wiped away a dribble of his cum that was left on your lip.

“My turn,” he said before flipping the two of you over.

You landed on your back, sprawled over the bed. Aemond gave you a mischievous grin before settling himself between your legs. He hooked an arm over each thigh to keep you from moving away.

“I don't think that's necessary -” you began to say. “Fuck!”

His head was fully between your thighs and he was languidly lapping at your folds. He was slow and deliberate with each flick of his tongue and it drove you mad. He moved his focus to your clit and sucked on it, making you whimper. You pushed your hips up to meet him in a desperate attempt for more. You could feel Aemond smile against you as he sped up his flicks and licks. You were nearing your peak, you could feel yourself tightening but he wasn't going to let you off that easily. He pushed two fingers in, making you groan in surprise and pleasure. He pumped you with his fingers hard and he felt so damn good. Curling his fingers, he found your sweet spot.

“Aemond - Aemond, please, I'm gonna -”

“It's okay, baby. Let go. I want you to soak my hand.”

At his words the building pressure crescendoed into its peak. Blinding white pleasure was all you could see. Pleasure was all you could feel. Aemond didn't stop, he fucked you with his fingers all the way through your orgasm. He didn't stop until your body had stopped shaking. Gently pulling his finger out, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I can't wait to fuck you,” he whispered.

“Then why are you waiting?” You taunted.

Aemond growled then quickly flipped you over on your stomach.

“You want to be fucked? I'll fuck you.”

He teased you, playing with your entrance with the tip of his cock. You whimpered and tried to press back into him.

“So desperate for my cock. Don't worry, you'll get what you want.”

You could hear his smile but you didn't care. He was so close and you needed him inside you. In a quick motion, Aemond sheathed himself inside you. That glorious stretch shot through your body. As many times as he's fucked you, you know you'll never get completely used to the size of him and you welcome it gladly.

Relentlessly he pounded into you, each thrust hitting that perfect spot. You loved it when he fucked you like this. It felt so perfect.

His hands gripped your hips to move you in time with him. There would be bruises from how tight he was holding you but it was something you loved.

Soon, a hand was brought around to play with your clit. You writhed against him but it was no use. You orgasm was building and building and the extra stimulation only made it rush to the surface even more.

Aemond pulled you up so you back was flat against his chest.

“Does this feel good, my love? My cock slamming into your pussy?”

“Yes, yes - fuck!”

“I need you to come for me. Can you do that?”

You mumbled out an answer.

“Aw, my baby has gone dumb,” he teased. “Let go. Come for me.”

He brought his other hand up to a breast and pinched a nipple. With a scream and the arch of you back you came undone on his cock. Aemond fucked you through it, chasing his own peak. Soon, he emptied himself inside you and the two of you collapsed on the bed.

You heard a soft laugh.

“I will never get used to that,” he whispered.

“Neither will I.”

He pressed a kiss to the back of your head before pulling himself out. You complained at the emptiness but he was quick to placate you with a warm towel to clean up.

Once the two of you were clean, Aemond gathered you into his arms and held you close.

“I love you, all of you.”

Those were the last words you heard before falling back asleep.

Screaming. All you could hear was screaming. It wasn't anyone around you; it was yourself. You hated this. You absolutely despise yourself when it happens. No control. None.

And you couldn't get it back.

It was nothing, it should've been nothing.

When you woke up you knew something was wrong. Your nightmare shook you and soon you were snowballing into a panic. A panic you couldn't stop.

When you saw that Aemond wasn't asleep next to you, you freaked out at the absence of him. Thoughts poured in from everywhere, being about everything. Maybe you were just a joke to him, just like how all the others used you. Maybe your father showed up to take you back.

You shut your eyes and pulled your knees to your chest. Rocking yourself back and forth, you tried to calm down, but to no avail.

“Aemond,” you whispered, “please come back. Please, please.”

Slowly, you began to dig your fingernails into the sides of your knees. You could feel the indents that were forming and almost wished to break skin and draw blood. Drawing blood was the only way you could feel something. Only then was the pain enough to even feel a hint of something.

You took your nails and drew them back and forth. Soon, you created a groove in your skin. You moved faster. You were desperate. You needed to feel something now or you were going to scream. While you continued to scratch you absentmindedly began to hit the back of your head on the headboard.

Two things now.

You could almost feel two things.

Looking down at your leg you saw that you broke skin. You couldn't help but smile at your achievement, sick as it was, horrible as it was; but you didn't care.

Feel. All you need it to feel.

Your snowballing thoughts soon turned into memories.

A group of girls laughing at you in the hallway.

Your first boyfriend telling you it was all a joke.

Finding another boyfriend making out with someone else.

The first time you slept with someone, thinking they cared but later laughed in your face when you asked what happens next.

Your father getting more and more aggressive as he steps closer to you.

The fear in your sister’s eyes as you take the blame.

Your father’s fist flying into your gut.

Your sister. Choosing your father over you.

It was too much. Your fingernails and the headboard were not enough for you to feel. You needed something more. You hated yourself for thinking this way but it was the only comfort you had then and the comfort you go to now.

Aemond still wasn't back. You tried to hold on for him. You knew he was coming back even if your jumbled mind told you otherwise.

“I'm so sorry,” you whispered as tears fell.

There was nothing you could do to make yourself stop. Instead, you got up, wrapped a blanket around yourself, and began looking for something, anything, that was a little sharp.

Keys. Aemond’s keys. Your eyes widened when you found them and you were quick to grab them off the dresser. Taking them in your hand, you began to scratch yourself back and forth. You were beginning to feel more and it was ecstasy. Tears tumbled down your cheeks as you let out a dry laugh. You were so focused on what you were finally feeling that you didn't hear the door open. Or hear him come behind you.

Aemond placed his hand on top of yours to stop the scratching.

“Take a breath, love.”

You stopped scratching but you were now shaking. You could barely get the words out. “Too much, Aemond. I'm so sorry.”

“There's nothing to be sorry for.”

He opened your hand and got you to drop the keys into his own. You stood there, frozen, as he put it away. He came up to you and put your hands in his.

“What happened?” He was concerned and his head was racing but his face remained soft.

“I…I don't know. I woke up, you weren't here, and I just started spiraling.”

“You had a panic attack because I wasn't next to you when you woke up?”

“No! It's not your fault!” Tears began to well up once again. “It's my head, it's my father, it's all those people in my life. They haunt me, Aemond. I've tried to erase them but whenever I get a little scared it all hits me again.”

You began to pull away from him and he let you, giving you the space to think and breathe. You bring yourself back to the bed and curl up.

“I love you, Aemond. I do. And I'm so, so sorry I'm like this. I hate it. I hate my head. I hate my father. I hate my ex’s. Hell, even to an extent I hate my sister for choosing our father over me. Everything hurts me and I hate it!”

Silence.

“Please say something,” you whisper.

Aemond sat himself down on the bed. “May I hold your hand?”

You nod and let him take your hand in his.

“No one's ever going to hurt you again. I promise you that on everything I believe in.” He brought your knuckles up to his lips and gently kissed them. “As long as I'm with you, I swear.”

You closed your eyes and finally took a deep breath. “It's so much and I wish it wasn't. I've been working so hard it all crashed.”

“And that's okay, love. No matter what, I will be next to you.”

You pushed yourself closer to Aemond, seeking his warmth. Once you were close enough, he wrapped you in his arms and kissed the top of your head.

“We'll stay in here all day if you want. Just us,” he offered.

“Just us,” you echoed. As blissful as that thought was, you shook it off. “No, we should go out. I think I need to go somewhere else.”

“The park then? Or we can watch a movie?”

You cocked your head in thought. “Let's go for a walk, Aemond. I need to see the world again.”

“My love, I'll give you the world if you ask.” He tilted your head up and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. While there was no heat, there was still passion.

Passion, and the promise of undying protection and love.

[carmyberzattosjournal]

Entry 28: Blatant Thuggery

Screenshot by: @neverscreens

Bearblr Promptober Day 28: Sick Day

Summary: Carmy's girlfriend (who he calls Darling) is sick and he is in worried caretaker mode.

Warnings: Swearing, comfort, illness, mentions of vomit, mention of Donna Berzatto, anger at God, fem reader/lass who is a trauma surgeon, she/her pronouns, feat. Syd (1142 words)

Notes: All journal entries will be titled as such and tagged with #cb journal.

Thank you for reading. Thank you to @carmenberzattosgf for putting together this prompt list. Sideblog for commentary and yapping: @m-z-shoroi

Also, if random letters or words are black/white instead of the colors they should be, that's Tumblr being dumb, I've been fighting it for weeks.

28 Oct 2024

Darling never calls me close to or during service hours, so when my phone went off halfway through dinner, my immediate thought was that she was in a car accident or something.

Call it residual fear from a lifetime of being conditioned to suspect my alcoholic mother was going to evade lady luck next time and careen into an innocent person, annihilate an unsuspecting future because she couldn’t see hers beyond the bottom of a bottle, that God, if he fucking existed, was finally going to do the thing that I was told he’d do and punish her for all her fucking shortcomings because he gave her enough rope to hang her entire family. Just about every call out of nowhere, I could almost hear metal and plastic crunching, glass shattering, tires screeching. It was always a car accident in my head.

Turns out she’d come down with something—stomach flu, actual flu, she didn’t know yet, but she had a fever and spent 10 minutes puking her guts out. She needed to get back home because she couldn’t operate, and driving wasn’t an option right now, either. We were in the middle of a brutal dinner rush because diners were turning over tables fast, about 10 minutes faster than usual—which doesn’t seem like much until it compounds across 15 tables in the whole house, and now you’re up to your eyeballs in tickets and your internal clock is off the giant numbers on the wall by 25 fucking minutes and you can’t figure out how you’re only halfway through the night, it feels like it’s been a thousand years.

“If it’s busy, don’t leave in the middle of it; I’ll just wait in the bathroom until things calm down, Carm. I already got meds.”

The fuck do you mean, you’ll just wait in the bathroom, on some cold, hard, disgusting floor like some fucking animal?

Syd glanced at me from expo with wide eyes for a fraction of a second, all she could spare as her hand flew across the tickets and she kept calling orders. She was drowning. And sure, she’s the one who wanted the bullshit star, and she didn’t know at the time what it would take, and at this point, she probably should’ve figured out that this fucking job will fucking kill her, but could I leave her to drown out there?

Darling’s coughing rattling my phone’s earpiece yanked my attention back to her. I peeled myself off the door of the walk-in. Pinched the bridge of my nose. “I-I can come get you.”

“Is it busy right now?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s—I’ll head over right n—”

“Carmy, if it’s busy, please, stay there until it’s no—”

It got too hot. It was boiling. She called me, and now she wouldn’t let me help. “You’re sick!”

“I’m a doctor at a hospital, Carmen.”

It’s funny how she never raises her voice, even if mine gets away from me.

Syd. “Chef! Help on expo, please!”

“Stay there, sweetheart. Pick me up later. I will be fine, promise.”

I’ll be honest, I was pissed at Darling for the rest of service, which remained at that break-neck pace until the last dish left. I didn’t even stick around to hear Syd thank me for stepping back into expo; I was tearing off my chef whites like they were burning my skin the instant the kitchen door swung closed behind the last plate that walked. I couldn’t stop picturing what kind of miserable state Darling must’ve been in, curled up on a bathroom floor, horrid fluorescent lighting giving her a headache, knees to her chest, hair a mess, pale. Halfway to a ghost. Devoid of her brightness, her airiness, her life. I needed to fix it. I needed to resolve the problem. I needed her to feel better, and right now, or that tightening, sinking feeling in my stomach was going to turn into a fucking panic attack.

My anger had dissipated by the time I got to the hospital. The exhaustion from service had set in. I was just relieved to see her walk out of her own volition.

She was doing okay for the most part when I managed to get her home. A bit pale, sure, maybe also looked tired, but not more than she did after a long day at work. Her headache was pretty bad; couldn’t even tolerate the far living room lamp being on and wanted to be horizontal and in the dark. I wanted nothing more than to wrap her up in my arms and pepper her forehead with kisses, but she insisted that she could be contagious, so she was going to sleep on the couch and stay out of the bedroom.

I tried arguing against it, trust me.

I thought I was the most stubborn person I know.

Anyway, she was doing okay. I couldn’t really sleep; I kept waking up every hour to check on her, and thank fuck I did because at about 2 am, she spiked a sky-high fever. She was still asleep, I didn’t want to disturb her, and she’d taken Tylenol when I checked on her at 1 am, so the best I could do was perch on the coffee table with a bowl of water and washcloths to try cooling her down.

“Hey, baby girl,” I mumbled, rubbing her arm to alert her of my presence. “You’re burning up. I’m going to put a damp washcloth on your forehead, okay?”

It agonized me when all she could do was make a little noise. She didn’t even have the energy to talk. I swallowed down the knot that cinched my throat, threatened to cut off my air. Placed the cloth across her forehead, smoothed her hair back. I’m not really much of a praying person. God and I don’t talk, we’ve agreed to disagree. And Darling being sick felt like another slight by the big man, a power play, blatant fucking thuggery, something akin to a shitty boss overloading you with even more useless fucking work so they can turn around and go “see, you didn’t have it quite so bad after all, did you?” So they can demand your adoration when they remove the shackles they put on you to begin with. I was fucking mad about Darling being sick, yeah, because why did it have to be her? Why did she have to feel too terrible to speak? This is not how this is supposed to work, you fuck, she did nothing to anyone. I’m the animal. I’m the monster. I’m the one who earned the hurt I feel.

Have mercy on her.

There. You finally fucking got one from me.

[mr2swap]

Exchange Gift: The Magic Coin

I got into the hot car and with a small jump I left my butt in the passenger seat, I took the wet towel with the sweat of my "older brother", I wiped the sweat from my armpits, the smell of the towel permeated the entire car, but we are used even to each other's sweat.

Immediately, I noticed the smile of my "older brother" who was next to me, impatient to compare the size of our biceps, he flexed his colossal arm in front of me just to show off the size of the triceps that were originally mine.

-WOW! I can't believe how fast those arms have grown! All my friends are going to be so jealous when I go back to school in January! -

I'm glad to know that my brother was enjoying my "gift" but I was even more glad that it didn't cost me a single penny, like every year my family exchanged Christmas gifts.

And The One this year was Kevin, My annoying little brother, Normally I would have bought him something like a video game or something I could play with, but this year I had spent too much money on my ex-girlfriend, That bitch squeezed every penny out of me until my wallet was totally empty. And all for what in the end I will find her in the bed of a campus idiot…

Whatever. I was broke, depressed, AND still owed my chubby 15-year-old brother his little Christmas present. When I was at the mall looking for some gift no bigger than $5 I came across a Shiny coin lying on the floor I probably couldn't buy my brother a video game this year, but I was sure he would love this coin, he's a total nerd, and he loves to collect these kinds of things for his Dungeons and Dragons game.

I wanted to give him his gift a couple of days before Christmas, and privately I didn't want my family to be mad at me for breaking the rule with the price of the gift, and when I gave it to him, he didn't seem too happy with his new coin his disappointment was very noticeable on his face. So I promised him that I would take him to the gym with me to help him with those extra kilos so that he would stop being teased at school for being overweight.

As soon as I told him that, his expression totally changed, we didn't use to spend a lot of time together and when he came home from the gym at the university he always begged for some attention from his older brother. Well, now we are inseparable.

The moment I handed him the coin, our hands touched. A strange sensation from the coin ran through our bodies. I couldn't move or take my hands off the coin, no matter how hard I tried, my muscular arms didn't react. Nor the rest of my body for what seemed to me 5 long minutes.

Without warning the strange sensation disappeared and me and my brother were pushed backwards, the strange coin fell to the floor making a metallic sound.

As soon as I opened my eyes I knew something was wrong with me, my body was totally different, my muscles were gone and instead of my fantastic six-pack I now had a little slice, my tanned skin from afternoon jogging in the sun was replaced by pale smooth skin, my long hairy legs were now short and hairless.

Before I panicked, I looked up and was speechless. In front of me was a giant flexing his huge arms, tensing his muscles trying to imitate the positions that I usually do in front of the mirror for my Instagram photos.

-Is that… my body?-

The words escaped from my mouth and caught the attention of the person occupying my body, he took me by the arms and got up as if I were a baby.

-THANK YOU VERY MUCH, BRO! THIS IS THE BEST GIFT EVER, THIS IS FUCKING GREAT! LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT YOU! I AM YOU!-

He was playing with me like I was a doll, he abused his new strength, and he flipped me in the air. From this new perspective the ground looked really far from my new position, I was terrified. And although a couple of Tears came out of my eyes as I tried to escape from his strong hands, He didn't stop until the fear escaped me in the form of urine.

I had pissed in my pants, by the time my brother noticed I got down slowly, and I ran away from him as fast as my little legs could, I ran to the bathroom to release the rest of the urine that was fighting to escape from my little developing penis.

-Hey… I think, I got too excited…- His voice I recorded filtered through the wooden door while the sound of my urine in the toilet sounded at the same time, when I finished peeing I looked at the huge urine stain that was on my shorts, There were even some drops on my T-shirt

I undressed, stepped into the shower and let the hot shower wash away the mess in my crotch, The soothing sound of hot water and the sound of her apologies merged into a loud song, for a minute I had forgotten that I was in the body of my little brother.

Furthermore, I took the soap to deep clean my brother's body and I could tell the difference between his body and mine, for me. It was so strange to see myself and that none of my muscles were defined in my skin, I flexed one of my arms and all I got was to see the small hanging fish that my brother's classmates made fun of so much.

When I got out of the shower I took my towel instead of the towel with Spider-Man cartoon patterns and completely dried my brother's body, when I finished I rolled it around my belly to hide my new fishnet and left the bathroom.

My brother was still by the door, but the Emotion on his face had faded, -I... I'm sorry, I didn't want to... - He didn't finish his sentence, he seemed to have understood that he had hurt me, he just extended his arm and showed the coin He gently took my arm and slowly put it in my hand.

The exchange was reversed immediately, this time much faster than the previous time, and before I realized it I was no longer wearing a towel but a tank top and tight shorts.

Thank God, this was a back and forth exchange. I was relieved to be back in my body, but this little experience changed me completely. Since then me and my brother have been swapping bodies throughout our vacations, I think I've been spending more time in his body than mine, meh it's not like I have anything better to do.

I even kept my promise to take him to the gym, I let my brother use my body to work out, so he would have more self-confidence and succeed, maybe I did too well, He doesn't hesitate to flex his muscles in front of any stranger's face to stare at him for more than 5 minutes, he is still too innocent to know that all they want is to take him to bed.

But no one would ever try anything on him “intimidating gym bouncer”, and while he has fun impressing a bunch of perverted fagots, I would see to it that my brother will never feel the way he made me feel again even if I had to ”personally”

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[harrytheehottie]

a spinning out extra: goodbye for now

short + sweet and a little glimpse into their future. promise there is more story to tell with them! thank you for reading and keeping up so far x

“On the last night of the 2021 tour date everything felt different. I was in a different situation mentally and emotionally. Touring was where I let all of that go, it was my escape. I felt like there was so much pressure on my shoulders and I was being pulled in so many directions. Some of it was my own doing - I pushed for a tour because I knew we could do it if we did it right. And it was - is - it is my favorite part of this job, connecting with an audience, playing the songs that mean so much to me. And it truly was an escape for me, I was so regimented so that I could get on stage every night. And we did it, no shows canceled due to sickness. Everyone got through it. And I felt so tunnel vision for those two and a half months that I didn’t even let myself soak in that last night. I was clinging onto it as much as I could. Maybe because part of me knew it wasn’t the final show. We had the album done, all the shoots were scheduled for early next year, we had a release date, I knew I was getting back on the road next summer with the rest of my year fully planned out. But with all of that ahead of me I was still clinging onto being on the stage. I remember just dragging it out, saying my thank you’s and stalling. Hugging everyone I could as I ran backstage to a car to the airport to immediately go into reshoots for My Policeman.”

You were listening back to one of the first initial interviews you did with Harry as you waited for the car that was going to take you to the venue for the last show of Love On Tour. You were thinking back to the first Harry show back at Coachella. The way you were working yourself up in the hotel night before you knew you had to interview him.

And now, you were his girlfriend, going to the final show of this incredible tour run that you were able to hop in the middle of and enjoy the ride. You were giddy with excitement and nerves. You spent the morning and early afternoon with his family together before Harry left for the venue. You were going to meet up with his family and friends once you got there - the day and weekend plays carefully scheduled and curated by Harry himself — making sure that you all enjoyed yourself just as much as he did.

And you did. You danced and screamed lyrics with the closest people to him. You were just as excited to see him run off stage for the final time and give him all the energy he gave the crowd tenfold.

And when you watched that piano get brought up on stage as Harry with shaking hands and voice said “I wrote this especially for you” and he began to play a melody that was eerily familiar to you. You began to drift away from Italy, you were brought back to the night you spent in Oxfordshire right before his first hometown stadium show. You found Harry sitting at the baby piano that was in your room, his fingers gliding across the keys faster than his mind could keep up with, stopping just as he heard you enter the room.

“S’just this thing that I can’t get out of my head. It’s been following me since we first met.” He confessed to you like an omission of guilt of some kind.

“Is it okay that I hear it?” You asked.

Harry motioned for you to walk over, scooting to the side of the piano bench to make space for you to sit. You smiled softly as your eyes met his gaze.

“It can be our little secret.” Harry whispered as you sat down.

You were brought back from that memory when you felt the hug from someone familiar — “Thank you for making him so happy.”’

[headhedgehog]

Down Time

Baro settles in at home. Part 3 of First Call Home. Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

CW: young parents, some mild angst.

Baro's break from Blue Lock fell over Akemi's exam period, which gave him a lot of time alone with Hana in their apartment. As much as he wished his break would've been timed to fully overlap with the semester break, he was excited to spend the time bonding with his daughter.

Over the months he was away at Blue Lock, Baro spent many sleepless nights worried Hana would reject him, unable to see him as her parent after spending so much time with only Akemi. But immediately after Akemi left Monday morning, Hana seemed to take to Baro, refusing to settle unless he was holding her. Baro knew this should be annoying, probably would be annoying if it happened every day, but he couldn't muster an emotion other than happiness. He had so little time with her before he had to leave again; he wanted to soak in as much of the experience as he could.

Which was why Akemi returned home from her exams to find Baro laying on his stomach on the floor, facing Hana, also on her belly, both giggling every time Baro booped her nose or cheeks.

"This is a hell of a lot cuter than my stats exam," she teased, tugging gently at the topknot Baro had half his hair pulled into. He looked up and she kissed him.

"How'd it go?" Baro asked. He sat up and negotiated Hana into her baby swing.

"As well as it was ever going to. But I just need to pass to get into my methods course next term, it'll be okay."

"Course it will, you're brilliant."

She hummed and put her bag on the kitchen table with a heavy thump. "If I were so brilliant I would've picked something more practical to study."

"Maybe, but your baby daddy is going to be a professional athlete," Baro said. He stood and crossed the room to wrap his arms around her waist. "And he's going to earn enough money to make up for you being a broke anthropologist."

Akemi gave him a tired smile. "Lucky me."

"You have a lot of studying to do tonight?"

"Yeah, I've got my German for Academic Research exam in the morning."

"You are such a fucking nerd."

"You love it."

Baro held her tighter, nuzzled into her hair. "Yeah, I do."

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Two days later, Akemi looked up from her textbook to see her boyfriend setting a plate of sliced pears on top of her notes.

"Since when do we have pears?" she asked, leaning into the kiss Baro pressed to her temple.

"Since Hana and I went to the store this afternoon."

"I feel bad you're doing all this, Shoei. You should be resting before you have to go back to training."

"House stuff is relaxing. I feel great."

"Liar."

"I mean it. I like to clean." Akemi eyed him skeptically. "And it's really nice to be able to take care of you two for once. When I'm at Blue Lock, I can't do anything for you. All I fuckin' want is to give Hana her bath so you can study or cook dinner so you actually eat well or to wash your water bottle so I know you're drinking water. I hate thinking about you taking care of her and going to class and managing the house all on your own and then still needing to do homework and take care of yourself. I feel useless to you. So, yeah, it feels really fucking good to take care of my family while I can."

Akemi blinked at him. "Your family?"

"...Yeah? You and Hana?"

"I've just never heard you call us that before."

"What do you mean I've never called you my family?"

"You call me your girlfriend, and you call Hana your daughter, but you've never called us a family."

Baro sat heavily in the chair across from her. "You gotta know that that's what you are, right?"

She shrugged. "We haven't really established it I guess. We just had a baby."

Baro tilted his head back, sighed. "Sorry, Akemi. I didn't think about it like that."

She squeezed his hand and turned back to her books, grabbing a piece of pear off the plate.

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[justcallmebunn]

TW: ideation, trauma dumping

As someone whos been clinically depressed for just about half their lives, it's not easy to forget that I didn't think I'd make it to 18.

18 for a long time was just a goal. Like the minimum amount of time I had to exist to absolve my family of all guilt and all culpability.

Step 1 was moving out. Step 2 was becoming self sufficient. Step 3 was reaching out less and less. Step 4-- ??? TBD

That way no one would be too concerned when they didn't hear from me for a good chunk of time. I don't know what I thought would happen? I think I thought about it like boiling a frog. People would be so unused to hearing from me that it would be less of a shock when they realized they just never would hear from me again.

That's the thing I think that people don't get about ideation. It's not like we just picture ways we would like to go and then choose. It's a lot more like being on a conveyor belt and just knowing something is coming and you're just foreseeing the different ways it could go. As time goes on you either become less sure and seek help or you move forward.

I got help eventually. I don't know what made me want the help really. It's not like I had some major epiphany or anything. I was just so tired and worn out and I wanted to be more comfortable. I wanted to not always feel like my heart was dripping out of my chest and like I was drowning. And that helped for a while.

And then bad thing after bad thing happened and for like 2 years it was like I'd entered my own personal hell. I was sure that I was not going to make it to 25 and was sure that I'd actually just stop existing. Pictured it countless times especially when the daily panic attacks started along with the self harm again.

It was Valentine's day that year. I had ordered food for my girlfriend and I and was going to make it a whole thing. She was in there with her ex, who lived with me because he was in a rough situation and genuinely not a bad guy. Either way they were supposed to be over. I'm poly and was open about it even then, so it's not even like she didn't have the option to open up the relationship. All she had to do was talk to me but she swore up and down that there wasn't anything between them anymore. And I stepped outside briefly for a cig. I was gone maybe like 20 minutes and I go back in and they were going at it. I just lost it. Ran out the door and just walked aimlessly around campus and contemplated a few different endings for myself. They reached out almost immediately and for 40 minutes I was fairly certain I was done.

Then there was this man. He'd come back from service and was a bit older than us. Controlling, manipulative, the whole nine yards. Not only did he assault me, he made me feel bad about it too lol. He abused his underage girlfriend (which thanks to Texas' Romeo and Juliet law, he couldn't get in trouble for because he was RIGHT at the cusp of the legal boundary) nonstop and terrorized the girls on our campus. Upheaved my life for 2 years and turned me into the bad guy in our circles because obviously I gave off "mixed signals". For a solid week I contemplated just disappearing.

Then there was another man. It was unhealthy from the start. I didn't know about relationships as self harm back then. The depravity of that relationship still horrifies me. I have flashbacks now, from a moment when we were in the middle of a scene. I safeworded because I couldn't breathe and he didn't stop and said I didn't deserve it. After the initial panic, my brain shut off and I thought he was going to take care of it for me. I was shaking after that and still spent the rest of the 24 hours I'd planned to spend with him because I was outside my own body and couldn't deal. Another Valentine's day well spent. Once I broke off that relationship, I was inconsolable because I couldn't reconcile everything that had happened till that point. 2 attempts later and I yeeted myself into counseling that time. It helped.

And then everything exploded again. My ex went off the deep end and dragged me down with her. I lost it on a university employee and voiced my ideation for the first time and got sent to the grippy sock place.

6 years later and a decade from what I thought was going to be my original expiration date and I'm still amazed that I'm here honestly. I don't buy into the whole every day is a blessing thing. But I am always kind of amazed at the stuff I would've missed out on if I'd ever been successful. I'm still clinically depressed, off my meds and coping rather than thriving but life is better than I thought it would be. It's a lot more bearable than it used to be and there are days where the light shines so bright I don't know what I've done to deserve the good in my life.

Life is so strange. But here's to being 10 years later from what I'd considered to be my final act.

TLDR: Don't give up. It's hard and it sucks but it does get better.

[mapileonxputellas]

Holiday Loving (Patri Guijarro x Reader)

One of my new favourites!!! Loved writing for someone different. Loved writing this, with help from these requests (1, 2, 3) and this picture. TW: mentions of body image issues, suggestive language. Requests open!

The season finally drew to a close and despite the disappointment of the Champions League final you were determined to relax for a week in Ibiza before you had to start the preparation for the European Championships with Spain. Of course you were thankful that you got to play football for a living but if there’s one thing you loved most in the world about your job it was the people you’ve met because of it.

You’d been at Barcelona since you were 19 and they’d the best five years of your life. Like everyone always said, you were more than a football team, it was a family, a group of individuals who gave their all to each other every day.

Within that you had your own little mini family in Claudia, Leila and Patri. Claudia and Leila could only be described as your sisters and best friends, annoying but loving all the time. Patri was different, you’d always had quite an affectionate friendship but you knew you were destined to be more than just friends. The two of you had finally made the leap and began dating almost two years ago after finally ‘growing some balls’ as Mapi put it. With football however and the ever-changing pandemic you’d never been able to go away together, until now.

Which is what led you to Ibiza with the three of them, boarding a small yacht ready to spend the day in the sun along with some of Leila’s other friends.

“You ok?” Patri whispered in your ear as the four of you sat in the little lounge area, your back to her front as you sat between her legs, light kisses being peppered along your ear. “You’re quiet.”

“Tired.” This was your first day out with everyone as you’d spent the first day of the holiday as just the two of you, leading to quite a late night.

“Sleep baby, I’ll wake you up when we stop.”

Patri gently stroked your hair as you fell asleep facing the seat, almost cuddling her leg as you slumped down so your head rested on her chest. She could have been watching the blue water surrounding them but she found you much more interesting, watching as your face scrunched up every so often, as your leg naturally wrapped around her own. She could do this forever even if she already had every part of your body memorised in her head forever.

“Hola.” The silence was broken as Claudia roughly sat down next to Patri, earning an immediate scowl from her teammate.

“Shh, she’s asleep. Don’t wake her up”

“Woah, I wasn’t going to.” The younger girl settled down, dropping into a whisper to stay with her friend. “Why didn’t you come out last night?”

The plan was to have the day to yourselves and then join up with the rest of the group but you’d cancelled on the club at the last minute. “We were planning on coming but then we ended up in this little town and found this cute little restaurant. Just didn’t want to leave.” Patri recited the little story you’d come up with.

Claudia though saw straight through it. “More like you couldn’t get out of bed, no wonder she can’t keep her eyes open.”

“Don’t be jealous Claudia.” You whispered, forcing both eyes to look down on you as your arm snaked around Patri’s waist under her cover up. “You’d be the same if your girlfriend was as hot as mine.”

“You two make me sick.” Claudia said as she observed the hand resting very low on your back. The disgust in her voice though couldn’t disguise the smile on her face as she watched you interact. “You know even though I love you both I never signed up for this.”

“You love us really.” You reached up with your other hand to pinch her cheeks. “Also I specifically remember you pushing us to go on that date so you can’t back track now.”

She couldn’t deny that one, moving closer so she could wrap her arms around you both. “I love you both, just don’t be having sex on this boat.”

“Yeah I don’t think that’s going to happen.”

….

Once the boat had stopped moving and settled in the middle of the ocean you all made your way up onto the top deck to sunbathe before the food was due to come out.

Through not being able to go on holiday for the past couple of years, you’d forgotten how comfortable Spanish people are around each other and how they all naturally settled for going topless. It wasn’t that you were against this, in fact you would also naturally go to do this, but in the last few years you’d become extremely body conscious. It took a lot for you to be comfortable around Patri and that took a lot of patience and encouragement from her.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Patri sensed your discomfort, wrapping her arm around your shoulder as the two of you sat watching everyone move around. “We can go back downstairs or just keep our tops on.”

“Everyone will just think I’m weird.”

“I promise no-one will care and if anyone does make a comment they’d have me to answer to.” Of course that got a laugh out of you as you knew she was actually the softest person ever off the pitch and hated confrontation. “What do you want to do baby?”

“I’ll just wait till everyone’s settled and then see.” You lied down, Patri leaning over to press her forehead against your own.

“Promise you’re ok? If you don’t feel comfortable then we can go down.”

“I promise I’m fine, you go ahead.” You knew she was used to going topless.

With a final peck of your lips she sat up, slowly taking her over up and bikini top off, almost teasing you as she could see your eyes trained on her body, a smirk on her lips.

“I think I’ve changed my mind, maybe we should go downstairs.”

“Don’t be jealous.” She chucked, remembering the words you had said earlier, lying down on her front so your faces were only inches apart, her hand intertwining with your own. “You know are friends wouldn’t judge you and we’re a bit away from the rest of them. Like they could even judge you, you have an incredible body.”

“Patri…”

“It’s true. It’s only my job to remind you how perfect you are in every way.”

Being a footballer you had to be athletic and you couldn’t deny that you did have a good physique. The problem however, at least in your own mind, was that since you were a teenager you have noticed that one of your breasts is noticeably larger than the other.

Of course you had this checked and the doctors have assured you that there is no underlying problem with this but it made you so self-conscious wearing anything that was low cut in public. You’d considered having corrective surgery but you could never justify the recovery time and how it would impact your footballing schedule.

It had taken a while for you to open up about this to Patri when things began to heat up but since you’d told her she never failed to reassure you that it didn’t matter to her. She regularly switched which one was her favourite, sometimes saying the small one deserved more love and sometimes picking the big one for the attention.

Once everyone was settled, with Claudia led on the other side of Patri, you took a few moments to sike yourself up before sitting up to remove your cover up. You could feel Patri’s eyes on you as you then undid the bikini top, letting it fall to the floor as you led down turning over to be on your back.

“I’m so proud of you.” Patri whispered, leaning up to place a delicate kiss on your shoulder.

“I’m only taking my top off.”

“Don’t do that, I know it was a big thing for you.”

“Thank you.” The sincerity clear in your voice as you shifted closer together so your sides were touching. “I love you.”

“I love you too. I think I like the big one better right now.”

“Oh yeah, why that one?”

“Because that’s the one giving me a lot of side boob right now.”

“Patri!”

Both of you possessed the love language of touch, spending the next hour just delicately touching the other, grazing your fingers over the other’s back to having your pinkies intertwined. You had the confidence to turn over, knowing everyone around you was a bit tipsy and probably wouldn’t even take notice of you.

As the crowd slowly dissipated and it was only your three close friends up there you became a bit more confident, sitting up to talk to them without reaching for your cover up.

“You look great Y/N.” Leila reassured you, noticing your discomfort and you repeatedly that no-one else was around you.

“Thanks Leila.” Leila was quite a big flirt but it was definitely harmless.

“Don’t look for too long.” Patri said, reaching to pull you between her legs, her hands moving to cup your breasts away from their view. “They’re mine.”

“All yours.” You reassured her, twisting your head to meet her lips. “Always.”

“Again no having sex on the boat.” Claudia repeated. “Come on lets get a tan.”

…..

That night you held up your promise and joined the rest of the group for a meal at a restaurant overlooking the sea.

Even though you were going out with the larger group you had definitely gained some confidence from today, you’d spent most of the time as just the three of you and never felt the need to cover up, so that night you went for a low-cut mini dress.

“Have I mentioned how incredible you look tonight?” Patri whispered as the two of you sat at one end of the long table her hand firmly on your thigh with yours intertwined on top of it, Claudia and Leila opposite the two of you. “Sensational.”

“I think you mentioned it once or twice.” More like five times, since you’d walked out the villa her hands had not left your body.

“Ladies have you decided what you would like?” A waiter appeared next to me, noticing we had put our menus down. “Lovely lady first.”

“Sex on the beach please.” You responded, quickly glancing to Patri to see a blush rising on her face. “The tapas set menu as well.”

The rest of the group gave their orders, Patri simply ordering a vodka and coke, the two of you agreeing to share the tapas.

“Did you not fancy sex on the beach?”

“Maybe later.”

Patri had definitely had a few drinks throughout the day and was edging being tipsy. With that came the wandering hands and frequent displays of affection, as she leading to Patri leaning down to place a kiss on your exposed collarbone. In keeping professional, you shared the occasional hug but you never really shared any displays in front of your teammates.

“You know I think I’ve seen you kiss more times today than the like two years you’ve been together.” Claudia commented as the two of you had another kiss. “Is this why we never go round to your place because you just can’t keep your hands off each other?”

“You wouldn’t be able to either if you had a girlfriend like this.” You commented, also getting a bit tipsy and confident.

“And to think neither of you were going to make a move.” Leila added. “You were both so obvious yet so oblivious at the same time. Now you’re here practically eye-fucking each other.”

“They’re just in love.” Pina teased. “As much as it is weird I do love seeing the both of you so free and happy.”

“Thank you.”

“What’s the plan for after the Euro’s then?” Leila asked.

“We’re spending a few weeks with my family and then Patri’s.” You answered. “A few more weeks in the sun before we get back to business.”

“Got any more tattoos booked in?” That question was obviously directed to Patri, that was one place where you were almost complete opposites. Patri had the love of tattoos whereas you had an extreme phobia of needles.

“Yeah I’ve got one planned here.” Patri pointed to her forearm but in doing so revealed something else.

“Wait what’s that?” Claudia gripped her arm stopping it from moving and pointing to the little words on her wrist.

“Oh yeah I got that last week.”

“What does it say?” Leila and Claudia were currently trying to contort their faces to read the writing upside down before literally getting out of their seat to read it. “’Love you always (Your Initial)’.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the mention of the new addition to her wrist, she had surprised you with it last week, the words permanently now on her skin in your handwriting.

“I think I’m about to be sick.” Claudia faked a gag. “Where has my tough friend gone?”

“She fell in love.” Patri pressed her lips onto yours. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, even if I won’t get it tattooed on my skin.”

“Y/N just has to wait for the wedding ring to have something permanent.” Leila commented but the food came before you could reply to her.

You could feel the stress of your friends on you but you couldn’t care less right now as you just soaked in the holiday atmosphere, feeding each other the odd piece of food whilst continuing to graze each other’s hands. Everything was perfect as Patri leaned over to whisper in your ear.

“You know I think I prefer the smaller one right now.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, it’s definitely giving me a better view right now.”

“Patri!”

@patriguijarro: Found a summer fling and now she won't leave me alone

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@claudiapina: You two are disgusting

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@y/n: my love forever, so thankful for you x

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Olympics (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

This is a monster of fluff in my Professional Athletes Universe. I had this idea told to me and I couldn't not stop thinking about it! This is the only time will accept Canada losing in the Olympics!

Making the Olympic team was a dream of yours ever since you 10 and you won your first junior golf tournament. Getting to represent Canada one the world stage was not something you had ever imagined. You had just received the phone call that you were selected for the Canadian Olympic golf team. You tried not to squeal, as you were in a quiet hallway after sneaking out of a press conference your girlfriend was the star of. 

When you stepped back into the room you met her eyes from the front of the room. You both were so connected she knew right away what had you so excited and she couldn’t help but smile back. 

“Alexia! this ones for you! How does it feel to know that you’ll be captaining the Spanish Team at their first Olympic tournament?” a reporter asks her.

She’s still looking at you as she responds to the question “Its a dream come true! Im excited for the experience with these girls I consider a family, and I know I will love every minute of it” 

There’s a few more questions and then they call and end to the press conference. You step out of the room and make your way to where you know Alexia will be taken to. You walk in and immediately your girlfriend is in your arms. “Hermosa, I am so proud of you!” she says as she presses a kiss to your lips. 

You pull back and look her in the eyes and say “We both better come home with gold medals” 

“You bet baby, I cant wait” she says. 

**

Although you were both heading to the same place the month before the games was spent apart. It sucked but you had both been there before and you knew that you needed to be on your A games. You face timed a lot, but her being in Spain and you being with the Canadian Golfers in California it was hard with the timezones. 

With the games being in Paris, the Spain team had planned to stay in Madrid until 2 days before their first game. They were in no rush to be in Paris as they played their first game before the opening ceremonies and they didn’t need to be there as they were in the same timezone. 

With the golfers being timezones apart you ended up in Paris before the start of the games, which meant you could go and watch your loves first game. The women golf tournament didn’t start until the end of the games and you had planned to see as many Spain games as possible. You dragged your fellow Canadian golfer Brooke with you to the game, she had met Alexia on multiple occasions and was excited to watch her play. 

Brooke refused to put on a Spain jersey, preferring to go neutral, but you were decked out in one of Alexia’s jerseys from her last game before the olympics. You didn’t tell her you would be there, but you knew she was always in the zone pregame and didn’t let anything distract her. 

You and Brooke spent the game cheering for Spain to an easy 4-1 win over Nigeria. It was a wicked way for them to start their first Olympic Campaign, and it put a bit of pressure on the rest of the teams. 

You had made your way to the edge of the field where the Spain players were making their rounds, the first player to spot you was Patri “Y/N! What are you doing here?” she said as she gave you a hug. 

“Well I was hoping for some autographs from my favourite players?” You tell her with a laugh. 

She grabs a marker and says “I knew I was your favourite, where can I sign?” 

Mapi had wondered over to hear this and interrupts and says “Pats, we both know she’s here for me” 

“No, No, Y/N is clearly here for my autograph, and as the game winning goal scorer it would make sense” chimes in Jenni. 

You laugh at your girlfriends team-mates and decided to put a stop to this, as you knew they wouldn’t stop on their own “Im so proud of you guys” you say and remember Brooke is with you “Guys this is Brooke. She’s on the Golf team with me” 

They all introduce themselves but you’ve stepped away as you spotted your love coming towards you. She doesn’t hesitate and is immediately in your arms she wraps her arms around your waist, your arms go comfortably around her neck. You can feel her face buried in your neck and you say “Im so proud of you baby, good game” 

She responds by placing a kiss on your neck, and pulling back slightly to look in your eyes and say “Te amo” then places a soft kiss on your lips. When she pulls back she adds on “Ive missed you hermosa” 

You saviour the few quiet moments you have together before she has to pull back and gather her team to head to the change rooms. She presses another kiss to your lips, she deepens it slightly, and when she pulls back she says “Call me tonight?” 

“Of course my love, great game tonight, Im so proud to call you mine” you tell her. 

She cant help it but to lean in and press another quick kiss to your lips then pulls back and says to her teammates “Idiotas, vamos” and hits them all on the back of the head as she walks by them to the change room. 

“Bye Y/N!” they all yell various forms of their own goodbyes and you laugh at their antics. 

You and Brooke head out of the stadium, starting to walk back to your hotel and she asks “Are they always like that?”

You laugh and say “No they are normally 1000 times worse.”

**

The next night you get to go to the opening ceremony. You are decked out in your Canada gear and are waiting with everyone form your country, you and Brooke are sat on the ground leaning on a wall waiting for your busses when your phone rings with a FaceTime call. 

You answer and angle the screen so you and Brooke are both in the frame, and you can see your girlfriend surrounded by her teammates on the phone. 

“Y/N! How am I supposed to find you there’s so many people here” Alexia asks you with a whine. 

You and Brooke both laugh and she says “Canada and Spain are at opposite ends of the alphabet, Its basically impossible” 

Alexia pouts at this but she lets Leila pop into the screen who says “Wow you guys have way better fits than us! I call dibs on Y/N’s outfit post Olympics” 

There’s multiple arguments from the other side of the screen not agreeing with Leila calling dibs, but they all agree your outfits are better. 

“Canadians! Let’s go, busses are here!” you hear shouted to your group. 

“Babe I gotta go, I’ll keep my eyes open for you!” you tell her “Goodbye Ale’s teammates” you add on knowing it’ll annoy them not to get a better goodbye. You can hear them yelling at you as you hang up the phone. 

“You were right yesterday, they are way worse than they were” Brooke says to you. You laugh but choose to not respond, just continue to get on the bus. 

**

The opening ceremonies were the most amazing experience of your life. It was made sweeter knowing that your girlfriend was also experiencing the same thing. You knew you both had the same experience and you were so glad you could share it with her in a way. 

With the golf tournament not starting till the end of the games you had practice and training every morning, but you got to go to everyone of her games. You watched Spain cruise to a 2-0 win over Brazil. Then a nail biter of a game vs the Dutch, where Alexia scored and unreal free kick in the 89th minute to win it. They were the top team out of their group and you were so excited for your girl and her teammates. 

After that win, and the topping of the group, you knew the girls would be buzzing. You had decided that you were going to go and see your girl and her teammates at their hotel that night. they had a 3 day break before the Quarter finals. You still had a week before your first tee off. Now was the time to visit. 

You texted Patri to ask if she could help sneak you in, she was Alexia’s roommate so she would be the best option for the surprise. She of course agreed and met you at the back stairs of their hotel when Alexia was in the shower. She snuck you in and opened her room door and told you she would be back in a half hour with the rest of the hooligans. 

Alexia heard the door reopen and assumed it was Patri coming back in. She finished her shower and got dressed in comfy clothes. She rubbed her hair dry then was walking out into the room as she was brushing it as she started saying “What is everyone doin to- Y/N!” she dropped the brush and was in your arms immediately. 

“Hi Baby, I thought you deserved a surprise after that performance today” you told her with a smile. 

She pulls back slightly out of your arms and says “I cant believe you, I love you so much” 

You guide her to sit on the bed and you grab the brush from the floor and settle behind her on the bed with your legs stretched out on either side of her. You continue to brush her hair for her, you know she loves to have her hair brushed and played with. “Baby that goal today was unreal” you tell her as you continue. 

She has her eyes closed, she reaches back and places her hands on your thighs and asks “how did you get in here?” 

“Pats snuck me in, she said shell be back with the rest of the girls for a movie night. But she wanted to give us a minute alone” you tell her as you finish with her hair and move it to one side so you can place a series of kisses up her neck. 

She scoots back into you so you are flushed against her back, and leans more to the side to give you more access “Babe, we don’t have time for this” she says with a moan. She contradicts her words as she has reached back and grabbed the back of your neck to keep you there. 

“I know, I just cant resist you baby, you smell so good” you tell her as you suck a mark under her ear. 

With a moan she pulls away and says “baby, that’ll be visible on tv” 

You smile and reach out for her hand and say “who cares, they know were together” 

She blushes and turns around on you. She straddles your waist and pushes you onto your back. She leans over and gently grabs your wrists in one hand and holds them above your head. With her other hand she’s moved your hair to one side of your neck, she then leans in and suckles the same mark under your ear. 

“there now we match” she says into your ear with a smirk and she tugs your ear with her teeth. 

You respond with a moan and a “God, baby don’t stop” 

The door then bangs open and her team-mates walk into the room. 

“Oh god my eyes” says Mapi

“Seriously I was gone for like 20 minutes” groans Patri

Jenni has reached one hand to cover Ona’s eyes and one hand to cover Pina’s and says “Guys there’s children here come on” 

“I always knew Ale was the top” says Leila. 

Hearing all the teammates reactions make you laugh, as Alexia rolls of you to the floor, she stands there with her hands on her hips and says “Seriously its my room? You couldn’t have knocked?” 

Patri responds “Its my room too I have a key, plus I told Y/N I would be back” she says with a laugh. 

Alexia turns on you with a look of disbelief and you hold your hands up and say “I told you that” 

She shakes her head but turns back to the team and asks “so what movie are we watching?”

This turns into an argument as the team all settles around the room, you tug Alexia back into you to sit between your legs. You have your love in your arms, and her family all around and it makes you feel so comfortable. You feel Ona settle beside you and put her head on your shoulder. She easily was like the little sister you never had. 

After the movie the team as filtered out and you know its time for you to go, you turn to your love and say “I should get out of here” 

She whines as she says “noooo, please stay and sneak out in the morning?” 

Patri chimes in and says “please stay, you know she will just pout all night if you leave. Just no funny business” 

You laugh but agree to the terms and borrow a change of clothes to sleep in. You borrow Alexia’s stuff to get ready for bed, Patri makes a joke about you guys being an old married couple and you blush but ignore her. 

You get settled for bed and know that you are going to have the best night of sleep you’ve had in months because you have her in your arms again. You both may in one of the biggest tournaments of your lives but you also know this little escape will help both of you perform better. 

**

They cruised to an easy Quarter final win 3-0 over Sweden. Your girl put Spain up by 3 with a 20 minute hat trick, scoring the first goal 2 minutes in. You knew she was showing off for you. As every celebration she was touching the faded hickey you had left on her neck. 

The semis was a lot harder to watch. They played the Semis the night before your first round. You had to fight with your coach to be able to go, but he knew you’d play a lot better knowing you would be able to be at this game. 

It was a nail biter, Spain was going toe to toe with the USA. USA were the heavy favourites but you knew Spain had grit and a drive that was unmatched. 0-0 at the end of regulation had you on the edge of your seat. In the 115th minute Alexia was teed up for a strike at the edge of the 18 when a USA defender came flying in taking her out hard. She stayed down. 

You didn’t know what was worse the fact that she was still down on the field or the fact that knowing Ale that shot would have been a goal. You could see the pain on your girlfriends face as she popped up after a second on the ground, she waved off the trainers, knowing they wouldn’t let her take the kick if they came on to treat her. The USA defender was shown a red for the tackle, and Spain had a chance to win it. 

You could see Ale was putting more weight on her left leg, and that when you noticed the four red splotches on her right calf, probably cleat marks that were bleeding. Your girlfriend was crazy, but you also knew she would not be going off until they lost the game. 

She lined up for the kick and you almost couldn’t watch, you saw her hit the ball cleanly but your eyes stayed on her as you could hear the pained yelp as soon as she planted the injured leg. She was on the ground as soon as the ball left her foot. You knew it went in based on the crowd reaction and her teams celebrations. She was immediately subbed off after the celebrations and brought to the change rooms for treatment. 

You were going out of your mind with worry. You made your around and down to the Spain’s bench side during the final few minutes of play, you hoped you’d be able to catch one of the staff or players who knew you to be let in to see Alexia. The game ended 1-0 Spain, and it was madness on the field and the benches in celebration. You waiting until the initial excitement wore off then saw Ona walking back towards the benches, you yelled her name and she looked up and spotted you. 

She started to come over but she saw the desperate look in your eye and knew exactly what you needed. She ran over to the Assistant coach and gestured to you, she looked over and recognised you and gestured you to come with her. You hopped the barrier and she grabbed your arm and took you through the tunnel to the medical room. 

You entered the room and saw Alexia lying back on the table with her arm bent over her eyes. You could see her exposed calf which they were cleaning up the dried blood from the cuts. You headed towards her head and placed one hand on her stomach and the other on her forehead and said “baby, are you okay?” 

She immediately moves her arm to lay her hand over your on her stomach and she looks up at you and smiles and said “We did it” 

“You could have been seriously hurt, babe, what were you thinking not going off?” you lightly scold her, not able to hide the worry you felt. 

She tangles your fingers together on her stomach and says “Mi amor, Im okay, its just a bit of blood. Im sorry I worried you”

You can feel the tears starting to pool at the corner of your eyes, you hear her ask the trainers to leave. She sits up and pulls you into her, she guides your head to her neck and lets you cry it out against her. 

“I’m okay baby, nothing happened. We won the game, thats what matters, I love you so much” she kept whispering in your ear while rubbing your back. 

When you calmed down you pull back and look into her eyes and tell her “Im sorry, but don’t do that again. I love you way to much to watch you be in pain” 

“Lo Siento, I love you to hermosa. You know, now one of us will definitely be coming home with an Olympic Medal” she tells you as she leans and kisses you softly. 

You smile against her lips and pull back and say “is that a challenge?”

“Oh baby its always a competition” she says back with a smirk.

You lean forward and kiss her deeply, but your interrupted by the trainer coming back in and know you need to leave. “I love you and I am so proud of you” you tell her. 

“Good luck with your first round tomorrow hermosa, I’ll be watching you kill it” she says and squeezes your hand one last time before you leave. 

**

You end the first 2 days of golf ranked at #9 and you are only 3 strokes off the leader. You know you could have played better but you chalked it up to nerves, and being on the Olympic stage. It's the morning before your third round and you were just leaving the village to catch a shuttle to the golf course when you heard your name yelled out. 

You turned and saw your girlfriend, Patri, Mapi, Jenni, Leila and Ona all running up to you. “What are you guys doing?” you ask them with a smile. 

Alexia steps forward and wraps her arm around your shoulders and pulls you into her and says “Were gonna follow you today and be your cheering section” 

Jenni chimes in “don’t worry we looked up golf etiquette this morning, and know we can only cheer after you have hit” 

You are smiling so wide as Patri adds in “You’ve been at everyone of our games its time for us to show up to yours” 

“Plus we know you are gonna kill it so we want to watch it” adds Ona. 

“You guys, I don’t know what to say.” You look at them speechless, you remain speechless when they pull out Canada hats to wear to support you. 

Alexia leans into your ear and says “We all love you, and know you can win it” she punctuates it with a kiss on your cheek. 

**

With your own personal cheering section cheering you on, you finish the third round at the top of the leader board with a 3 stroke lead. You know you need to put in the work on the last day to maintain it. 

They goofballs make headlines in the sports world as they try their best to remain respectful to the etiquette rules but following any rules is hard for them. 

The problem with your rounds being on the last days of the tournament is that you are teeing off for the 4th round on the morning of the Gold medal match for the Spaniards. You may play for team Canada, but you will not be cheering for the Canadians against your love today in the Gold medal match. 

You may get in trouble with Team Canada for it but you decided to hang a small Spanish soccer flag from your bag. The trouble was worth it when you sent it to your girlfriend prior to your tee off and you got such a happy response back from her. You knew she hated that she couldn’t be at your round and that you may not make her game. 

When you finish the 18th hole with a 3 stroke lead, you have the same celebration you did when you won the British open, a fist bump to the sky and a bow to the fans. The difference is you know she won’t be there waiting for you. Your caddy immediately informs you its 0-0 in 30th minute in the footy game. 

You spend what feels like hours waiting to get your gold medal, your are so excited but have more important things to attended before you can celebrate. Your coach had been amazing, he has a car waiting for you as soon as the medal ceremony is over to get you to the stadium. You can hear him telling the media “If you have any questions, you can catch her at the Gold medal match for women football.” 

You get to the stadium as the game was entering the 60th minute, you know your girlfriend did not know if you could make it there, and she wouldn’t know about your victory as they had a strict no distraction policy. 

Its still 0-0 as you make your way to the friends and family section for Spain, you’re still in your golf gear but with a gold medal around your neck. You didn’t want to waste any time changing. You find your seat by Alba and Alexia’s mom. They both immediately pull you into congratulatory hugs and are so excited for you. 

It’s the 85th minute when one of the Canadian defenders makes a mistake and grants Spain a corner. The team sets up for the corner and its a decent ball in but the Canadian CB gets a head on it, it deflects off another Canadian and falls to Alexia at the edge of the box, she one touches the ball into the air to her left foot and hits the ball smoothly into the top corner of the net. 

You and everyone around you are on their feet screaming and cheering, you cant believe the audacity of your girlfriend to pull that kind of move off in the dying minutes of the gold medal game. You watch her get tackled by her teammates and you can feel that this is it, they’ve got it. 

The rest of the game goes by super slow, Alexia is in the corner fighting off 3 Canadian defenders when the whistle blows, everyones cheering but your eyes are focused on your love who has kneeled to the ground and is staring at the sky. She gets up and joins her team in a dogpile at the half way line. Your heart is so happy watching the team achieve the impossible. 

It takes some time for them to clear the centre field, they get ushered off to the side so it can be set up in podium. Alexia takes this chance to look up in the family section. You meet her eyes and hold up your gold medal to her. She takes off towards you at this, she’s in the stands before you can blink and is climbing up to your 10th row. When she reaches you she immediately pulls you in to a deep kiss. 

You pull back after a moment and say “Congratulations Baby” 

She looks at you and says “I’m so happy you mi amor, Im so proud of you” 

You can hear her team yelling for her, but she remains in your arms as she says “Te amo mi amor”

“I love you to La Reina” you say and press another kiss to her lips. 

**

Late that night, you both had respective team parties to attend to but you bail on yours early, and drag Brooke, who ended up with Bronze, with you to the Spanish party. You walk in to exactly what you were expecting. 

There’s loud music and dancing and the team being their genuinely crazy selves. You turn to Brooke and ask if she’s good, when Pina comes up and grabs Brooke’s hand and says “Ive got her! Go find Ale she’s been waiting for you” 

You see Jenni and Patri on the side of the dance floor so you head to them to see if they know where Alexia is. You get close to them only to feel someone come up and wrap you in their arms “Y/N! Im so happy for you, congrats on the Gold!” Ona yells in your ear. 

You turn and respond to her hug and say “you too, Im so proud of you my little gold medalist” she blushes under the praise and you ask “Have you seen Ale?”

“She’s outside, said it was too hot in here and she needed a breather” she tells you and nudges you to the balcony. 

You step outside and see your love standing by the railing look out at the Eiffel tower, there are fairy lights all around and its a beautiful site to see. You walk over towards her when she turns to you and grabs your hand and place her other hand on your cheek. “Y/N, Im so happy we got to experience this moment together. I couldn’t imagine spending it with anyone else” 

“babe, me too, Im so proud of you” you tell her and go to lean in to kiss her, she indulges for a moment and leans back. 

“Y/N, I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life experiencing these moments with you” as she finishes she bends down on one knee and pulls out a box, you gasp at the knowledge, “Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?” 

You nod your head but are so choked up you cant speak, you pull her to her feet and press your lips to hers. 

“You need to say Yes Y/N” you hear Leila yell form behind you. 

You laugh and pull back from the kiss and say “babe yes, everyday yes, I love you so much. I cant wait to add more medals to the trophy cabinet with you” 

She places the ring on your ring finger and pulls you into her you press your lips to hers but break from her immediately as you feel half the team surround you both in a group hug. You know you will be marrying the women of your dreams, but also that you have a family that will always support you in her teammates. 

[oddaodd]

· I Don't Go In For Sweets ·

Request: by a lovely anon "set after the events of season 3. Tommy can't handle the company, he's still grieving and he has to be there for Charlie so Polly tells him she knows a girl from a good family to get married He ends up agreeing (aunt Pol can be very persuasive) but even though he's married, this new girl isn't considered as a wife. He doesn't really make any effort but his "wife" understands, he's a widowed father who lost his first wife only a year ago. However since they are...in this, she wants to make her time as enjoyable as possible for the both of them and for Charlie too. But no matter what Tommy makes it a point of honor to not let her in, to not let her replace Grace so he ignores her, he works more, tries to spend as little as possible in the house. Reader stays patient, it will be alright and Charlie is making her quite busy anyway. One night, Tommy comes home completely drunk and maybe a bit high too, he can't even make it to his office. Thankfully Reader is still awake, she takes care of him and Tommy just...melts at how gentle Reader is, he may be able to keep his distant while sober but it's much harder in his state. He admits to her how he's been feeling and all. Ever since that night, something changed, Tommy feels some comfort, some solace being around her, she accepts him wholly, even his flaws, the bad side of his business and she tries to provide some sort of safe place for when it gets too hard." (I edited the request because it was very long, but I kept all essential parts in there)

Author’s note: I loved loved loved writing this and it ended up being SUPER long, but I’m very happy with how it turned out. As always, I hope you like it and have the loveliest of days!

Warnings: season 3 SPOILERS sort of, but not really, still read at your own risk. Arranged marriage, mentions of alcohol and drugs, angst.

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“Thomas, you may not be able to see it, but you’re breaking apart” Polly spoke with a sigh as she lit a cigarette after everyone was dismissed from a family meeting.

Everyone had left Tommy’s office in arrow house rather gaily after receiving their fair compensations for partaking in the whole Russian ordeal, all except Polly, who remained where she sat, wishing for a word with her nephew

Tommy merely scoffed at her concern before lighting his own cigarette and taking a puff “I’ll be alright”

“And Charlie?” Pol pressed knowing Tommy’s mourning was not only affecting him, but Charlie as well. “What about him?”

“He’s fine” He said before turning around to look through the window, ignoring his Aunt’s heavy stare.

“You take too much after your mother” she sighed half angry half sad “she too loved pretending everything was alright and I don’t need to remind you where that lead her”

Tommy sighed deeply, he knew he could fool anyone. Anyone but Polly. “We’ll manage”

“Consider my offer” Polly said standing up and making her way to the door “Y/n is a good girl from a good family” she persuaded before leaving the room.

Tommy sighed at his Aunt’s words, he wasn’t ready to get married again even when he knew the woman he would be marrying was a nice one. He felt like he was spitting on Grace’s grave and he hated himself for even considering the prospect, but he knew a mother figure would be good for Charlie.

He spent the rest of the day pondering about Polly’s suggestion and remembering his own childhood in the shadow of the absent tortured presence that his mother had been. It didn’t take him long to decide he didn’t want that for Charlie, so that same night he phoned Polly.

“I’ll do it” was all he said before hanging up. There was no need for more words, Polly would know exactly what he meant.

Exactly a week later, Tom was standing in the altar of a church that was significantly smaller than the one from his first wedding. The fact that everything about this wedding was so obscenely different from his first did soothe his guilt a bit. And as he stood there he couldn’t keep his mind from traveling to the days leading up to his wedding to Grace. She had made sure everything was perfect and had made an effort to invite every single relative she could think of. She remembered her rambling on an on about fabrics, insisting that everything ought to be perfect when he in all honestly couldn’t care less, he just wanted to marry her.

All his thoughts vanished away with a poof when Y/n came into sight. And what a sight she was. She had insisted on doing her own makeup and on pinning flowers to her hair to compliment her headpiece and her elegant, yet simple white dress flowed almost mystically as her father gave her away. She had never imagined she would be marrying someone she didn’t know, but she wanted to look her best for getting married is not something people do everyday.

When she stood in the altar, she offered her to be husband a smile which he did not return, instead turning his attention to the priest before them. She mirrored his actions, her heart beating violently under her chest as the priest began speaking.

It all felt like a blur, she could swear it had only been a second since her father had given her away and yet, the priest had already uttered the dreaded “you may now kiss the bride”

Tommy barely brushed his lips against hers and soon the sound of everyone clapping invaded her ears. They had a small party afterwards in Y/n’s former house. Her parents had invited pretty much all of their acquaintances while tommy had only invited his close relatives.

When night fell Tommy was more than ready to leave “Are you ready to go?” was one of the few sentences he uttered to his now wife that night.

She again offered him a smile before saying “yeah just let me say goodbye”

The drive to arrow house was tense, although Y/n didn’t know Thomas very well she would tell he was unhappy. She wondered about what to say to him, but couldn’t come up with anything good enough and soon enough they were pulling over in front of Tommy’s stately home.

“Charlie must already be asleep, but I'll introduce you tomorrow” he said opening Y/n’s door for her.

“It’s alright” she said looking at him, not quite knowing what to do next.

“Your parents sent some of your belongings, I've already asked the maids to take them up to your-our room” he said

“Thank you, Thomas” she smiled as she walked into the big house not yet feeling close enough to him to call him Tommy.

His name falling from her lips caused an echo of bittersweet emotions to stir inside him but he masked it perfectly well as she introduced Y/n to the maids that went to the door to take their coats.

“Frances here will show you the way to the room” he said after having made introductions.

“This way, Mrs” Frances politely said.

Y/n began following her but stopped when she didn’t hear Tommy’s footsteps behind her own.

“Are you not coming?” she asked turning to look at him.

“Maybe in a bit” was all he said before he walked away down one of the many spacious hallways of the house.

After Y/n made herself comfortable in the room and changed into her nightgown she took the time to peek around the room like one always does when one is a strange place. After familiarizing herself with it she laid down in the big bed. She was nervous, she knew what happened on wedding nights. A small chuckle stopped at her lips when she recalled the stories her close already married girlfriends told her. If she hadn’t married a complete stranger she too would be looking forward to it.

Her thoughts ended up luring her to sleep after a while despite her nerves and the night went by in a ridiculously fast flash. The next morning she woke up alone and after getting ready she made her way downstairs. Tommy and Charlie were already in the dining room when she entered it.

“good morning” she said

Charlie immediately turned his attention to her, his eyes widening while his dad merely glanced at her while he muttered a “Good morning “ of his own.

Y/n sat down next to Tommy while he cleared his throat “charles, this is Y/n. We got married yesterday so she’ll be living with us from now on”

Charlie merely nodded in understanding before playing around with his food.

A tense air flooded breakfast until Tommy stood up, having barely touched his food and spoke turning to look at Y/n “I have to go now, if you need anything feel free to ask Frances”

“Alright” Y/n replied feeling a bit disappointed, she would love to get to know him, but she already knew it was going to be difficult.

“I have to go too” Charlie announced in a timid voice, interrupting Y/n’s thoughts. Despite her disappointment she understood, maybe he was just shy and his dad just reticent. They had lost a wife and a mother after all.

The first few days after that, Charlie avoided her nearly as much as his father did and Y/n remained in lonely patience until one night Charlie’s cries interrupted her focus on the book that she had just bought. She rushed to his room and called out his name as she entered not knowing if the boy would be comfortable with her or not.

“What is it?” she asked worried as she knelt by his bed.

“I miss my mum” the boy confessed looking at her with teary eyes as he clutched his blanket.

Y/n felt her heart give a small ache at his confession and in an attempt to comfort him she spoke “She’s not really gone, you know?”

“She’s dead” the boy sobbed.

“but people who die, don’t leave us. Not really anyhow” she said hesitantly rubbing his arm. “just because we cant see them doesn’t mean they are not here”

“I miss seeing her” he continued.

“Oh but you can still see her”

“how”

“before you go to bed just think about her, then she’ll visit you in your dreams” Y/n spoke as if she was telling a fairy tale.

“really?” the boy’s eyes widened.

“really” Y/n confirmed “But you have to think really really hard”

“I’ll try” Charlie said having calmed down a bit.

“very well” Y/n said as she stood up, but Charlie’s voice stopped her.

“can you stay till I fall asleep?”

After that night, Charlie hardly left Y/n’s side and she felt much better with his company for she was sure if he wasn’t there keeping her on her toes all day she would fall into a depressive chasm induced by her husband’s absence.

On the rare moments he was home she tried to strike up conversation with him over breakfast or late at night when he came home and she was burdened by insomnia. But Tommy only humored her with a few short responses before excusing himself or turning to face the other side of the bed.

It wasn’t only the fact that he avoided her as much as he could, but he also made it a priority to exclude her at all times. She was never invited into family meetings or night’s at The Garrison so she thought it was a miracle when tommy didn’t oppose to her planning Charlie’s birthday party.

She invited only Tommy’s family which instantly warmed up to her, noticing what a good influence she was and Polly wanted to slap Thomas for the way he had been acting throughout his marriage to Y/n. Almost feeling guilty for getting her into this mess.

When the party ended Tommy shut himself in his office like he often did when he was at home and though he had never given Y/n a reason to believe she was welcome in there of all places, she found herself allowing herself in after putting Charlie to bed.

Tommy looked up as she entered and let out a sigh before turning his attention back to some papers he had been reading.

“I noticed you didn’t have any” she commented not letting his sigh deflate her as she laid a plate with a slice of homemade chocolate cake on his desk. “it’s really good if I may say so myself” she mused sitting down in a chair opposite to his as she dug in with a fork in her own slice.

“I don’t go in for sweets” he stated.

“Not even chocolate?” Y/n tried, but tommy didn’t answer, instead he just shook his head.

“I still think you should try it, it’s not overly sweet, and…”

“is there anything you need?” he interrupted bluntly a bit harsher than he would’ve liked.

His tone caught her off guard and when she couldn’t come up with an answer tommy again turned his attention back to his papers.

“I wish you could let me in” She softly confessed after a few tense seconds.

“Well I wish we hadn’t married but I guess things don’t always go the way we want them to go”

Tommy knew he had crossed a line by the silence that again settled into the room. He looked up at Y/n with her parted lips and misty eyes. They exchanged glances for a second but instead of allowing him to see her like that any longer, she stood up setting her plate on his desk and walked away, only allowing a few tears to drop by when she was out of the room and his sight.

After that she stopped trying to get closer to him. He still loved his late wife and she understood, people in grief never mean what they say after all, but his words stung nonetheless.

She stopped trying to wait for him at night to see if he had gotten home alright and during breakfast she only uttered polite good mornings.

One night however, Y/n was yanked out of a peaceful sleep by a loud crash. She was on her feet in no time and after checking into Charlie’s room to see if he was alright she cautiously ventured downstairs. A few incoherent mumbles filled her ears before her husband came into sight, fumbling with his coat to get it off.

“need help?” she asked earning his attention.

“I’m fine” he said finally taking it off but as he went to take a step to begin walking the floor under him moved and he lost his balance, his knees crashing loudly against the wooden floor.

Y/n offered him a hand and helped him up. He smelled of whiskey and cigarettes, his hands were shaky, consequence of the snow, no doubt. “let’s get you upstairs”

“I can do it on me own” he slurred letting go of her hand.

“stop being so stubborn” she derided, snaking one of her arms around his waist as she helped him upstairs.

Y/n helped him into bed, tookoff his shoes and went to the bathroom to fetch a small towel and some cold water.

She dampened the towel with the cold water before dabing it gently on Tommy’s forehead. His eyes never leaving her face as she did so, making her grow a bit nervous. She continued, trying her best to ignore it until she felt his hand softly caressing her cheek.

“You are beautiful” he rasped.

“Stop it, Thomas” she said feeling her cheeks grow red when she felt a bit sad that he had to be completely drunk to compliment her.

Even in his drunken state he seemed to notice he was making her uncomfortable so he held his tongue until Y/n laid in bed next to him after turning on the lights.

“I’m sorry” he interrupted the silence “For the way I’ve been acting” the whiskey and cocaine making him more vulnerable and open “I guess I was afraid that if I let you in then she would disappear”

He didn’t expect her to answer, but then her voice came in a soft exhausted tone“ I don’t intend to replace her. You don’t need to act all defensive and secretive. Even if it’s not what you wanted, we are married.”

“I Know” was all he said.

Y/n expected him to withdraw more from her after showing himself that vulnerable to her that night but she was wrong. He began arriving home earlier, sometimes even asking if he could come along on the walks she and Charlie so much adored going on. And Y/n finally felt her marriage was going somewhere maybe it wasn’t based on love yet, but it was something.

One day she was at the stables while Charlie was taking a nap. She had always adored horses.

“I didn’t know you liked horses” came Tommy’s smooth voice causing her to jump.

“You never asked” she smiled petting a black horse as he walked closer to her.

“We could go out for a ride, I’m sure Charlie wouldn’t mind letting you borrow his horse” Tommy offered as he too began to pet the horse, his fingers brushing against Y/n’s for a brief second.

“I’d love to, but I am afraid I don’t know how to ride, Tommy” she said, panicking for a second after having called him that. But she rested assured as soon as he spoke again.

“Well that can be fixed” he said opening the door of the stall and guiding the horse outside.

“You mean now?” Y/n asked with a laugh.

“Got something better to do?” he asked walking out of the stable with the horse. Y/n observed tommy as he prepared the horse. She had never seen him so gentle and calm before and she only realized she had been staring when Tommy directed his attention to her to ask her if she was ready.

“I think so” she said going to stand next to the horse wondering how the hell to climb up. But before she had any more time to think she felt Tommy’s hands on her waist giving her a push that allowed her to pull herself up on the animal. It was a good thing she had chosen to wear slacks that day, she thought.

“Goodness this is high” she said nervously looking down at Tommy when he began guiding the horse to move in a slow walk.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall” he promised repressing a mirthful tone at her nervousness.

He guided the horse with her around the property in the crisp evening air and Y/n allowed herself to relax with every step the horse took. Tommy’s presence made her feel safe and protected and she found it increasingly harder to look away from his figure. She wondered if he could feel her eyes on him.

When the sky began turning soft shades of purple and orange the pair returned to the stables. When the time came from Y/n to come down from the horse, tommy helped her again. Y/n began to love the feeling of him touching her and when her feet touched the ground in front of Thomas, he didn’t remove his hands from her waist right away and instead fixed his blue eyes on her, not wanting to stop looking at her.

She too fixed her eyes on Tommy as she felt a silent gasp in the base of her throat. That was the way she would’ve liked him to look at her on their wedding day. Tommy then leaned in, almost as if he were asking for permission before he tenderly pressed his lips to Y/n’s.

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@captivatedbycillianmurphy @peakyxtommy @nyotamalfoy @writeroutoftime @babylooneytoonz @slytherinicequeen @lilymurphy03

[marvel-fanfic-writer-8675]

What Family Really Is

Pairing: Natasha x reader

Warnings: angst, some fluff, cursing, homophobia,

Summary: your parents, who don’t like you being (your sexuality) invited you and your partner to Thanksgiving thinking you have a boyfriend, so when you show up with Nat, all hell breaks loose.

You and your parents didn’t have a good relationship…to say the least. They hadn’t accepted you when you came out to them, they claimed it was just a phase and that you weren’t ‘that’ kind of person. But you didn’t really care, you were an Avenger now, with the best girlfriend in the world, Natasha.

One day, you got a call from your cousin, she was always nice to you and only stopped talking to you because she was so young and just did what your aunt told her to do. Now she was older so you figured you would answer the phone. You guys had a nice chat, where you mentioned you had a significant other, but you had never specified that it was a girl, you hadn’t ment to do that but it just kinda happened that’s way.

A few days later your parents reached out to you, apologizing and inviting your partner and you to the family Thanksgiving. You were surprised and went to talk to Natasha to see what she thought. “Love, can we talk?” You asked her, she was currently training, and you must say she did look hot in her workout outfit. “Yeah sure babe, what’s up?” She stopped working out and you guys headed to your shared bedroom. You explained to her the situation, she looked at you sympathetically. “Babe, we can do whatever makes you comfortable, I would like to meet your family but if you don’t want to see them, then thats fine, we can have our own little Thanksgiving with the team that isn’t going anywhere.” You hesitantly smiled at her and responded, “let’s do it, let’s give it a shot, maybe they’ve changed!” You then responded to your parents that you would love to come, they sent back the time and place, it was in 3 days…

~the day before Thanksgiving~

You and Nat spent the day baking a famous Russian dessert for you to bring to Thanksgiving tomorrow, the dessert was yours and Nat’s favorites but took all day to make so you didn’t make it often. You both fell asleep cuddled together in bed, both nervous and excited for tomorrow.

You both got up at your regular time and went through your routine; Nat got out of bed, got 2 cups of coffee, brought one to you and in return you gave her a good morning kiss. You guys then got dressed, and headed to the car to drive, since it was a few hours away.

You put on the radio and you two sang along to all the songs, laughing at the antics. You finally arrived just in time, you were nervous and Nat noticed it. She gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before you guys got out of the car. You grabbed the dessert and headed to the door. You knocked and waited…. Your mom opened the door and immediately questioned “where’s your boyfriend? And who is this?” You were saddened when you realized, they thought that every time you said partner or significant other, you ment a boyfriend, they didn’t really accept you. “This is my partner, Natasha” you said, hoping that they wouldn’t react badly. By now everyone there was gathering by the door. “What do you mean girlfriend!?!? Your cousin said you had a partner, a boyfriend. But then you show up with her!?!? I thought you had finally come to your senses and repented but no.” You started to get tears in your eyes as the rest of your family kept saying mean things. Natasha was just getting angry. “What the fuck are you saying? Y/N is the nicest person ever, and just because she’s dating who she wants doesn’t give you any reason to be assholes! If anything you people will be the ones going to hell! And if we are, well then, I’ll see you there!” With that Nat flipped them off, took your hand and went back to the car. She then drove you guys to a local diner, the way there you guys didn’t speak, Nat was fuming and you were just trying not to cry, and kicking yourself for ever thinking that your family could change and accept you for who you were. “Let’s get some food, hmm?” Natasha asked you her voice being soothing and sweet. “What?” You asked coming back to reality, “uh, yeah sure, sounds good” you guys went into the diner and ate some food, not really talking to each other, Nat was concerned but understood that you probably just needed some time. You drove back into the tower in complete silence. When you got there the team that didn’t have family was in the living room and was confused as to why you were back so soon.

Nat gave everyone a look that said ‘don’t, I’ll explain later’ she took you to your bedroom and put on a movie while you two cuddled. After the movie you decided you should talk. “I love you.” You simply said. “Love you too, don’t listen to what they said, you are my angel, my light in the darkness, the sunshine on a cloudy day.” This got you to smile, “I’m done with them, you and the team are my family.” You gave her a kiss. “I’m hungry, so I’m going to go grab some food, you want some?” Nat asked after a little more cuddling. “Nah I’m good, probably going to grab a shower and head to the gym.” “Alright, love ya, see you later” Nat went and told the team what had happened while grabbing some food, they were shocked and most of them wanted to start a fight but Nat got them not to, saying it’s not what you’d want. The team decided to hold a big dinner to make up for your ruined Thanksgiving lunch, they went to the store and got what they could, a lot of stuff was sold out. They spent the rest of the day cooking with minimal injury luckily.

You had come into living room after a second shower, you needed one after your workout, when Nat texted you dinner was ready, and to come to the living room. You saw what the team had done and you were so surprised and excited. You thanked everyone and gave Nat a huge hug. You guys enjoyed the meal and it was full of laughs and fun stories. Family was what you make it. You had found your family.

AN: I hope you guys enjoyed this one! It’s a little different than what I normally do (fluff) but I just kinda felt like writing this! Happy thanksgiving to those who celebrate it, and happy Thursday, almost Friday to those who don’t!

[darkwritingsnshit]

Consequences

Warnings: This will turn into a dark fic, not sure when but it’s coming. Please do not read if you’re under 18, or are uncomfortable with dark characters, kidnapping, drug mention, noncon, asshole characters.

          “Come on baby, get in the car.” Steve was not about to let you walk away from a conversation with him, so here he was, driving slow as hell after you had refused to go home with him.

         “Stop following me Steve, we already had this conversation! I already broke up with you, don’t make me do it again.” Here he was, following you while you were walking home, demanding that you get in his car and talk to him. You rolled your eyes and ignored him, continuing to walk towards your apartment. Steve had been doing this for the past week, and it was really starting to get to you.

         Crossing the street, you walked into the park where Steve and his car couldn’t follow, and through the trails on a shortcut to your apartment. With a sigh you unlocked the door. Steve probably knew where you lived by now and you should either move or get used to his pestering 24 hours a day. Opening your laptop, you began casually surfing through new apartment listings.

         It had been two months since you had broken up with Steve and moved out, and he hadn’t left you alone for a single minute of it. Flowers, food, and cards were sent to your work daily, sometimes there had been men you recognized in your periphery a few too many times and realized they were following you at least twice a week.

         You had known that getting involved with Steve Rodgers would be a significant gamble and it turned out you were bad at gambling. A friend of a friend had convinced you to go to a charity auction with her and pushed you towards the man almost immediately.

         “He’s a sweetheart, oh my gosh he’s an old friend, you’re really going to like him!” She had been far too excited to set you up with a friend, the situation still weird to you a year later.

Steve had ended up approaching you, admittedly charming you and having a lovely rest of the evening with him. Still it left you wondering why someone like Steve Rodgers would be interested in you. He was a powerful man in New York who came from a good family, his grandfather had been the governor and helped his own family secure their legacy in the state. You came from a middle class background you supposed, raised by a single mother who tried her best to take care of you. You were proud of your mother and where you came from but it was hard to see why Steve would be interested in someone so different from himself. Even so, since that night you saw more and more of him until he took you on a date and asked you to be with him. 

To say that it was easy to say yes to Steve would be a lie. He was in the news often, making donations to charities or being ardently vocal about endorsing a candidate (that always won) for a state office. Steve and his closest friends owned most of the state it seemed. Steve had his family business in every corner of the marketplace. He was an intimidating man with a lot of power, and that weighed heavy on your mind when you considered dating him. 

The possible repercussions of becoming even more involved with Steve Rodgers seemed to slip away the more time you spent together. He never hesitated to make your life easier or more enjoyable, he listened and cared for you, so finally you gave way and said yes. As you said yes, kissing him, happy to be his girlfriend there was a nagging doubt in your mind telling you how badly this could end up. 

Steve and you ended up being together for a little more than a year before you decided that yes, he did in fact scare you more than he loved you. It didn’t happen fast, it was the little things he did or said that were the clues he left behind. It was the gun he kept on him at all times, the ransom note he left on the bedside table, written in his handwriting, it was the blood stained pocket knife he left in the kitchen after coming in after work, the rust colored stains on his clothes. It was how he grabbed you too hard, how he left bruises around your throat that didn’t fade for a week, how he talked to you after he had a few drinks.

The more you found out about Steve’s family life and business the more uneasy you got. His friends scared you, especially Bucky who seemed far too comfortable making jokes about things that shouldn’t be joked about. You had seen him come in with Steve with blood streaked across his face, laughing. The more you heard Steve and his friends talk about his business, the more scared you got, and the more you pieced together that Steve was not the man he seemed to be, and was truly someone else underneath, and that man scared you. 

It had been hard to decide to leave, harder to find the courage. You had found a place to live, left him a note, and talked through it the next day. It was probably the hardest breakup you’d had; you did still love him, but truthfully he scared you too much for you to be with him. Meeting up with him in public you had almost broken down into tears, but it also saved you from him doing something awful in case he was upset, which he was. 

News stories popped up all across social media about how Steve Rodgers was a bachelor again, and new girls on his arm every night. Nearly every morning you saw some new social post of Steve at a club with a beautiful girl. You wondered if those girls knew he was still sending you flowers every day. Though it was hard to ignore the gifts from Steve and all the social media coverage, you were trying your best and had taken back some of the freedom and self confidence you’d struggled with. 

You had gotten used to Steve sending gifts and sometimes having men follow you around the city, but it had been two months since you had actually seen Steve himself when he began following you home himself. So far Steve had pulled this stunt every day this week, and it was Thursday. On Monday you had a brief but cordial conversation in which you explained how you broke up with him and would like him to stay away. In fact it had gone so well that you thought it had worked. Unfortunately Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday his car was there when you got out of work and followed you all the way to the park you cut through to get home. Now you realized that maybe it was time for a new apartment and to ask to work from home.

Settling into the couch with the laptop and some dinner you heard a scratching coming from your front door. Your head whipped around to see a brown envelope being pushed under your door. Frozen in place, you listened for footsteps, watched for a shadow but there was nothing. For at least three minutes you sat frozen and silent, eyes scanning the apartment for movement, listening for anything at all. After a few minutes of silence, you slowly rose from the couch and went to retrieve the envelope from the floor. 

It was square, there didn’t seem to be anything inside except what felt like a card. Tearing the seal open, you pulled out a crisp white card with the words

                                              Dinner, 8pm

                                     Be ready to be picked up

                                            Steve R.

Embossed in cursive. 

“Fuck!” Closing your eyes, you groaned and had a decision to make. 

[lonely-lost-soul]

Under the Floorboards pt. III

(Technoblade x Reader): Pt. I, Pt. II, Pt. III, Pt. IIII

     From that day on Tommy stayed with you and Technoblade in your collective house, Technoblade tried to establish some ground rules but Tommy being Tommy refused to listen to any of them. He was dead set on building a cobblestone tower as well as taking all of Technoblade’s golden apples instead of eating the golden carrots that were graciously given to him. Other than that, things seemed to be going okay for your little found family. Well, that was until Technoblade and Tommy got wind that a man named Dream was sniffing around the area. 

 Dream was an enigma to you, after hearing Tommy’s stories about the man you could only come up with two conclusions about him. One was that you had no idea what his motivations were in the first place and secondly you wanted to beat his ass for what he did to Tommy. As... unique as he could be at times no child deserved to be exiled and manipulated, it was disgusting. He was a sixteen-year-old boy who got caught up in too many wars and too much violence, you needed to protect him. So long as he was with you and Technoblade that’s what you planned on doing. That was what you silently vowed to yourself, even if Technoblade didn’t share the same sentiment. 

 Now, it seemed you were coming increasingly closer to voicing those feelings to the man himself. Tommy was shaking a little besides you he tried to look strong as Technoblade frantically told him to hide and splashed him with invisibility potions. He looked over at you next and grabbed your shoulders, he actually looked scared, which meant he wasn’t messing around. 

          “You need to hide too. God- there’s nowhere that he won’t check.” Technoblade mumbled, his brow creased, and he closed his eyes. “He CAN’T know about you! No one other than Tommy can, they’ll hurt you and-” Hesitantly you put your hands on his cheeks,  

         “Take a deep breath…” You said tenderly as he opened his eyes to lock with your own. “We’ll be okay, splash me with invis and I’ll stay by Edward, hopefully it’ll mask my particle effects.” He gave a worried nod; you pecked his lips tenderly to reassure him as he splashed you with the potion. Just in time too because a knock on the door sounded, for once Tommy was absolutely silent. You watched as a man who rivaled your boyfriend in size came through the door, your eyes widened at the white mask covering his face there was an almost haunting smile painted on it. You pressed your tongue against your teeth and watched him give a wave to your boyfriend. Even without seeing his face you could tell he was smirking coyly at him. Never one to be intimidated Technoblade gave him a casual greeting and their conversation about Tommy’s location began. You had to cover your mouth with your hands at one point to stop yourself from laughing as Techno began talking to ‘chat’ instead of talking to Dream. You watched as the masked man grew more and more angry at Technoblade’s antics, he began speaking about a favor and Techno reminded him that he believes in full reciprocity. At the end of the interaction, it took all of your strength not to punch Dream directly in his stupid masked face. Why the fuck did it sound like he wanted to murder a child? If Dream ever laid a finger on him again, he was personally going to feel your wrath. The potion wore off almost as soon as Dream disappeared over the hills, Techno immediately turned to Tommy anger written all over his face.

         “Where you eating my gapples that ENTIRE time?!” Tommy sputtered out an excuse about absorption and you watched Techno open the window and beckon Dream to come back. You gave Technoblade a look and he scoffed at you, 

          “I won’t let him hurt you again Tommy. I promise.” You swore looking down at him, and his face turned a little pink. Tommy cleared his throat and shook his head,

          “Thanks, Ms. Blade but I’m tough enough to fight him head on! Have no fear!” He pointed to himself with his thumb a proud smile adoring his face. You gave a little laugh and nodded in agreement, 

          “You definitely are. Thank you for reassuring me.” You hummed and his smile only seemed to widen, 

          “I’m more qualified to protect your girlfriend than you are it seems Technoblade.” 

 Technoblade looked unamused, his eyebrow twitching in distaste. “Tommy I literally hate you so much. You’re a nerd.” 

         “Play nice both of you.” You scolded them, “We have to work together and at least pretend to get along or it’s going to be a very long partnership.” They both nodded reluctantly, and Techno sighed tiredly, he ruffled your hair. The rest of the night was spent gathering some more food in hopes it would stop Tommy’s gapple eating tirade, it obviously wouldn’t but it didn’t hurt to try. After that all three of you turned in for the night, as both you and Technoblade were getting ready for bed he decided to speak up about the plan for the next day.

          “Tommy and I need to make a trek into L’manburg to find Phil and try to get my stuff back. I don’t want to leave you here alone considering what just happened today, but you also can’t come to L’manburg.” 

        “Bubs you know I’ll be fine here alone did we not just have this conversation?” You pinched his pointed ears, and he made a sound of protest. “I’ve got fighting skills, after all have you not been training me in the art of war?” You teased with a smirk, “I got this Blade.”

          “Okay, okay, okay.” He leaned forward and kissed you and you kissed him back without hesitation. You felt him squeeze your hand fondly before pulling away from you. “When we get back home, we’ll have a date night okay?” Technoblade whispered softly pressing his forehead to yours. 

          “Gonna be a bit hard with the raccoon boy snooping around.” You teased eyes sparkling in delight, 

         “I’ll send him on a quest for something or other. So, it’ll be just us, I swear.” The soft look on Technoblade’s face made your heart squeeze in your chest. He brushed your hair behind your ear, “I’ll make you dinner, and we can watch a movie.” 

          “Well don’t take too long then.” You sent a teasing wink his way and he smiled fondly back at you. You kissed him again pulling him down into the bed, you both bounced with a laugh. His pink hair hung down and framed his face gorgeously, his glasses slipped down his nose. You pushed them back up with your index finger and he went cross-eyed, “I’ll be looking forward to it.” 

 The next morning rolled around and after breakfast both boys reluctantly packed a bag with important things they needed for the day. Stepping outside with the two of them, Technoblade gave you a farewell kiss and you watched them disappear over the hills. They were most likely going to go cause problems for other people on purpose. Finally alone, you decided to check up on the nearby villages to see if they had any interesting trades that you and Techno could exploit. You slung a bag over your shoulder and placed a good portion of emeralds inside of it, you placed a few potions inside of the bag as well. As a precaution you also grabbed an axe and a sword, you had to be ready for anything after all. Shutting the door behind you, you started your trek through the snow-covered woods you heard the snow crunch under your boots and began to hum softly to yourself. You paused a moment and raised an eyebrow as you caught sight of a blue sheep wandering by, tilting your head to the side you approached it. 

        “Well, hey little guy.” You murmured reaching out and running your hand through the sheep’s soft wool. 

         “Oh, um excuse me!” A voice spoke from behind you, you jumped with a yelp as soon as you spun around you were met with a fully transparent man. He had a yellow sweater with a big gash in his torso, and a beanie resting atop his head. You tilted your head up and locked eyes with him, they were almost completely white.

 He was a ghost.

          “That’s Friend! She doesn’t really like others petting her but it’s okay because you didn’t know.” The ghost smiled; it was contagious as you felt yourself smiling back at him.

         “My bad, my names (Y/n). What’s yours?” 

         “Oh! I’m Ghostbur! It’s nice to meet you miss, I’ve never seen you around here before. Are you new to the SMP?” He tilted his head floating around you, almost as if to get a better look at you. You focused more on his name, Ghostbur, which means this was Wilbur Soot, ex-president of L’manburg, and ‘brother’ of Tommy and Technoblade. 

 You cleared your throat and rubbed the back of your neck. “No, I’ve lived in this area for a while, but I’m a wandering adventurer. I trade with the villages around here for interesting collectables stuff like that. I don’t do much of that now though.” You watched the ghost’s eyes widen a little,

          “That’s so cool!” He praised, “I bet you have a ton of cool stories.” 

          “Yeah, there’s been a few close calls, but I’ve made it back alive and well- oh shit no offense.” You winced a little and he laughed shaking his head, 

          “No worries it’s okay! I’m fine with being dead you know, no one really liked who I was alive, so this is better for everybody.” He puffed out his chest a little and a big smile spread across his face, that only caused you to frown. You reached out to try and touch him and your hand went right through the man, you both seemed to shiver at that, and he looked at you in shock. 

      “I’m sorry to hear that...that must be really hard.” Wilbur’s jaw dropped at your response, he floated around a bit awkwardly. If he wasn’t floating, he would’ve been shuffling on his feet in a nervous manner. 

       “N-No it’s…Wilbur was a horrible, horrible man.” He took a deep breath and began to throw some sort of blue substance on the ground in a rapid manner, you watched as he began to mutter and breath heavily. 

        “Woah, woah, woah I’m sorry don’t freak out!” 

         “I’m not, I'm okay see, see I’m fine and happy. Very happy with everything that’s going on so no worries okay! Here.” He tossed the blue substance at you and you collected it with a weary smile, “Have some blue it’ll make you feel better.” You thanked him quietly and you both stood there a bit uncomfortably that was until thunder rumbled overhead. “Oh no…I melt in the rain.” 

         “Here why don’t you come with me.” You smiled softly, “I know a place where you can wait out the storm.” 

          “Aw thank you.” Ghostbur clapped, “Friend can come too right?” 

          “Of course.” 

          “Good. Then lead the way.” He chirped as Ghostbur followed you back the way you came, now before you get too mad at yourself you should know that Technoblade had informed you that during his ‘execution’ Ghostbur had visited him at his home. If he didn’t share that information with you, you’d be never revealing Technoblade’s base. As the house appeared over the mountains the ghost looked over at you with a bright smile, “Oh! That’s my friend Technoblade’s house, do you live with him?”

         “I do.” You smiled fondly and watched his smile grow excitedly, “He’s helped me out quite a lot.”

         “That’s wonderful! Technoblade usually never helps people unless he likes them or if they can do something for him in return. You must be very special, are you two together?” He only had to glance at you for a moment before laughing excitedly, “You are! That’s wonderful!” Ghostbur chirped, clapping his hands as he phased through Technoblade’s door, officially safe out of the rain, turned snow. You had let Friend inside as well and Ghostbur continued talking “Tell me how you met, please, please, please.” Seeing how excited the ghost was you melted, he won your heart just like Tommy. However, you had to keep in mind his alive self-did blow up an entire nation and that couldn’t be just brushed away like he seemingly was trying to do, you can’t erase the past. You can only accept what happens, learn from it, apologize and grow. However, you didn’t see the harm in sharing how the both of you met so you began to retell the tale to Ghostbur, the entire time he had an almost bittersweet look on his face. 

         “I was married once...her name was Sally. She...left though. But I still had my son, Fundy and we did the best we could together.” Ghostbur said fondly his eyes softening,

         “I’m sorry...that must’ve been really hard for the both of you.” 

         “It’s alright! She was a salmon, so she was going to swim away eventually.” 

         “Like- like an actual salmon?”

          “Yes?” 

The silence that stretched into the room was deafening, you cleared your throat deciding not to dwell on the fact that the ghost in front of you very likely fucked a fish. You hoped to god she was some sort of shapeshifter, in fact that’s what you were going to believe. You managed to break the silence by asking about Fundy, and the way he gushed about him was nothing less than fatherly. It was sweet and you listened intently to him, Fundy seemed like a good kid, a bit quirky but you were dating a blood god so who were you to judge? Eventually the snow outside stopped and the sun began to peek out from behind the clouds. Ghostbur glanced out the window and decided it was time for him to head out with Friend. It was about midday and you were almost sad to see him go. 

 Alone again.

You still had hours to kill before Technoblade and Tommy reappeared, so you figured it was about time to start doing some chores. 

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         “Ghostbur what’re you doing here?” Fundy murmured softly, looking over at the ghost with an exhausted expression. His ears were pressed back against his head, talking to the man who was once considered his dad always made him exhausted. Wilbur, or Ghostbur now, really was pitiful.

         “Can’t I visit you every once in a while!” Ghostbur hummed a smile plastered on his face as Fundy frowned. 

         “Preferably not. Plus...I’m a little busy right now I’m meeting up with Quackity and the Butcher Squad to talk about Techno again.” 

         “OH! Technoblade! I just spent the loveliest morning with his girlfriend, she was absolutely wonderful! She asked all about you and just adored Friend-”

         “Rewind, Technoblade’s what?” Fundy’s jaw dropped to the floor and he felt a hand on his shoulder, the young fox man stiffened. He looked to the side and saw Quackity besides him, Ranboo was next to him but Tubbo stood a little ways away. 

        “Yeah Ghostbur. Do continue.” Quackity grinned, his missing tooth sticking out from his last encounter with Toothpick. Ghostbur wilted a little bit and his eyebrows creased on his forehead, he fucked up didn’t he? 

        “I-um nothing actually I misspoke.”

        “Did he misspeak Fundy, cause to me it sounds like we have new leverage against Technoblade.” Quackity laughed a crazed look in his eyes, “Once again Ghostbur I have to thank you for the great information.” 

        “You’re welcome…” He murmured weakly, as Quackity stepped besides the ghost. 

        “Get your weapons boys, it’s time to pay the Technoblade household another visit.”

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Hey guys! Pt. III is officially up! Technoblade’s livestreams huh? :) 

Also friendship with Tommy ended Ranboo’s my new favorite child.

As always I love your feedback thanks for reading! 

[poguestvff]

Used To The Cold — S. Cameron

In which Sarah Cameron comes to a realization after her girlfriend moves across the country.

taglist | main masterlist | 2.0k words

warning(s): none, fluff, i heart sarah <33

Have you ever lost something that held either so many memories or brought a sort of happiness that just warmed you immediately even at the sight of it? Most people have something like that. Such as for children when it comes to losing stuffed animals or action figures that were a source of comfort, they missed it like hell. Said children grow up and look for a new source of comfort. Some teenagers found it in weed and alchohol, others in sports. For Sarah Cameron, she grew out of the beautiful pink blanket her father had gotten her as a toddler. As she grew into a teenager, she found a new solace.

Her girlfriend.

Sarah made it very apparent to show her love to her girlfriend who, at one point, was just her best friend who she could hardly even bare to be away from. Sarah had known she'd loved Y/n before they even got together by the way Sarah had never felt claustrophobic in the friendship that she held with the other girl. She said the three words within the first six months of being with her, words she had never spoken to another being other than her family. It was a word she, personally, took seriously. For her to say it to Y/n showed the amount of trust she held within her. Trust to not feel so closed off with Y/n.

At the beginning of the relationship, Sarah was glad that not much had changed between the two of them. That Y/n let her have her space whenever she needed it without the dependent need to be together all day though it quickly became backwards. Sarah grew even more clingy to Y/n, hardly able to deal without her hands being stuck to her girlfriend like glue. Whenever they went out to lunch, Sarah played a one sided game of footsies that only brought a smile upon Y/n’s features, one of Sarah’s favorite traits about her. Sarah loved the idea of always having a person to call her own, Y/n seeming to be the one person who could bring out her newfound touchiness. Though, sometimes she pondered on whether Y/n herself was even handling it or if she just ‘put up’ with it. If she did have an indifference towards Sarah’s actions, she surely never showed her disinterest in it.

Though the last time Sarah had held on to her girlfriend felt soul crushing and gut wrenching. As the two of them stood on the creaky, wooden dock just before the ferry, Sarah felt drained. Between the amount of crying she’d done in just the past few days had been enough to make her want to sleep forever and the comfort of her girlfriends arms around her hadn’t helped that feeling. Tears held a steady stream down both of their faces though Sarah was the one who was unable to contain her sobs. People passed around them, solemn looks given to the two of them as they listened in on the sniffles and soft wails.

Y/n didn’t need to be a genius to understand that this was twice as hard for Sarah as it would be for her. Y/n was leaving, miles away that Sarah couldn’t even pin on when the next time she’d being able to hold on to her would be. All she knew was that this embrace that Y/n held on her would be the last one for months and there wasn’t a thing that would be able to make up for it between now and then.

It evoked an indescribable sort of fear within Sarah but she knew it was immutable. If Sarah could, she'd even drop her whole life within Outer Banks to follow her girlfriend across the world. There wasn't much Sarah wouldn't do and there wasn't much Y/n wouldn't do for Sarah either, including the moving date having already been pushed back a month because of Y/n's several arguments with her parents.

"I don't want you to go." sarah whispered as y/n kissed her neck. She could hear the blonde's pained and wavering voice, how affected she already was even as Y/n hadn't even stood on the boat yet.

"I know, lover." the y/h/c girl spoke in a low tone, only sarah able to hear her words of affirmation. Y/n was first to pull back, placing her hands on Sarah's cheeks. The sight of Sarah with puffy eyes and a quivering lip made y/n's heart throb and a guilty feeling blanket over her like a raising tide. "i'll visit. Every chance I get, you know I will."

"It won't be the same." she lamented. Y/n placed her lips against Sarah’s, delicately as if the blonde were made of porcelain. When Y/n's parents had called for her and Ward and Rose had called Sarah away from the dock, Sarah only seemed to want to cling further, fingers pressing further into the thin jacket Y/n worse, but their time had finally run out. Even after weeks of pretending that they had all the time in the world, like nothing could pull the two of them apart, it had happened.

The first few weeks, the whole Cameron house had known Sarah spent most of her nights crying herself to sleep and the entire Y/l/n house knew Y/n was not going to be speaking to them for a little while due to their newest decision. Both groups of parents hadn't known that pulling the duo away from one another would become such a quagmire for each of them.

When Y/n did finally decide to talk to her parents, it was usually to say she was leaving to explore the area in which she refused to get to know the first few days. With a driver license, it gave her just a bit of freedom from her parents who's impromptu decisions had still caused for a tearing in their familial relationship.

Y/n sat in her parked car, a hot beverage in hand to adjust to the cold in which she'd just stood in for five minutes. All of it for a drink that wasn't even that good in her opinion but she dealt with it. With the hand not holding the steaming drink, she opened her phone, smiling immediately at the photo of her and sarah as her background. She unlocked it, scrolling around to find Sarah's contact and setting her phone up against the dashboard. While it began to ring, Y/n situated herself to begin to drive. "Hi, Y/n/n!" Sarah shouted excitedly the second she'd answered.

At her tone of voice did Y/n laugh. The enthusiasm was no surprise but it was funny to Y/n every time. "Hi, baby." She replied, fhe smile remaining on her face as she looked towards the screen. Sarah sat at her desk, her hands under her jaw though a pencil between her fingers. She had focused all of her attention from the papers in front of her to the driver on the other end of the phone. "What are you doing?"

The sound of whizzing paper had made Y/n glance to the phone seeing a math sheet now replacing Sarah's face before she placed it back down, a frown appearing on her features. "Math."

"Didn't you just start like two days ago?" Y/n asked, taking a sip from her drink.

"Yes and this teacher is an absolute bitch. You're just lucky you don't start for another week. You would hate Mr. Henley."

Y/n let out an awfully dramatic gasp. "Um, hello, Mr. Henley was literally my home room teacher last year, I'll have you know. Show some respect." She said, almost missing Sarah's chagrined look as she smiled.

"You're supposed to be on my side here."

"Sorry, i don't believe in biases, Sar." She joked for sarah to let out a small snicker.

"So tell me, how's minnesota?" Sarah asked, trying to spark up a conversation even if the distance was the same thing she wanted to keep her mind off of.

"Oh, it's so great. So many hot people." she remarked.

"You're not funny, no one has ever found you funny." Sarah replied though unable to hold in her laugh along with her girlfriend. "I'm serious. we haven't talked much about it and i don't want to like... avoid your new life now."

Y/n sighed, looking towards the phone to see Sarah looking back down at her work in front of her. "Fine. Well, it doesn't particularly suck. The no surfing part definitely does, though, but what can you do. And the coffee here... no, its just so bad, babe. granted, i only had one, and it's in my cup holder right now but it's gross."

"My coffee making is better, right?" Sarah asked as Y/n gave a hefty nod.

"So much better, even if it is the only thing you're good at making." Y/n laughed and Sarah attempted to refuse a smile, her cheeks quivering from trying to keep it down. "But the weather dropped today, randomly. It was seventy yesterday, fifty today but i think i'm getting used to the cold."

Sarah lifted her head back to the phone, watching Y/n focus on driving, her eyes diverting on places away from the screen. Sarah but at her inner cheek, drumming her fingers against the white wood that rested under her forearms. "Used to it?" Sarah asked. She knew Y/n's move was permanent at least until she was eighteen but something about those words made it seem more realistic. She was getting used to a place that wasn't home.

Y/n hummed. "Yeah, i'm probably being dramatic. I saw a guy walking around in a tank top and shorts while i'm wearing double pair of socks right now." she grinned at her own comment though picking up on Sarah's sudden discomfort when she replied with a small 'wow'. "Lover?"

"Yeah?"

"What's going on?" Y/n asked, the car slowing to a stop at a red light.

Sarah quickly shook her head. "No, it's nothing. Just... the work. Keep your eye on the road."

"Sarah." The blond recognized the tone of voice quickly.

"Just... I just fully realized how permanent this is. I won't see you until, what? December? That's a long time, Y/n! And, i get it, it's your home now and i can't do anything about it but—"

Y/n was quick to cut her off. "I never said this is home. Sure I live here but it's just a couple walls and a roof. It's not home, Sarah." Y/n began. "Home is you. And trust me, i've been missing home the second i got on that ferry."

Despite them having to look at one another through a glass screen the feeling—the connection between the two of them was still felt. Sarah could feel the normal warm feeling she would've gotten whenever Y/n would simply hold her hand or brush her hair over her ear. she held that much of an effect on Sarah in person and somehow even thousands of miles away.

Sarah hadn't even realized she had been staring for a total of twenty seconds until a singular tear fell down her blushing cheeks. she quickly sniffled, recomposing herself as she wiped it away. "Are you seriously making me cry right now?" She muttered with the way the atmosphere had become though relishing in the way Y/n laughed in response.

"Yes, thank you for ignoring everything i just said, lover." Y/n put the car back in drive as the light went green. Due to the steets being relatively empty in her new small town, she took the time to look back over at the phone to Sarah. "I love you."

Sarah's smile widened in thag very moment, pursing her lips before pushing them out. "I love you more."

"And don't worry. I won't get to used to it. I'll be back home, to you, before you even know it." Y/n took a small glance to the phone, enjoying Sarah's gaze that showed even with the distance put between the two of them, they'd be fine.

[babymetaldoll]

So happy together (Spencer Reid / Reader)

Summary: Spencer bumps into an old annoying classmate, who brags about his perfect family, and Reader decides to pretend to be Spencer’s wife to shut him up.   

Warnings: As fluffy as you can get 

Word count: 2,3K

Part II

Masterlist 

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It wasn’t strange that Spencer and (Y/N) spent their free time together when they weren’t on a case. Their job at the BAU left them just a few weekends off, and though they were all day on each other’s faces at work, they loved going out whenever the opportunity arose. 

It might have been related to the fact they were best friends. 

Also to the fact they were in love, but neither of them had still said a word about it. 

Years had passed. Years. Morgan and Penelope were going nuts waiting for them to confess their feelings, but though they had literally pushed them together - once they were “accidentally” locked in a supply closet of the BAU for two hours- nothing had happened yet. 

Even Hotch was annoyed. He was happy Spencer had someone he loved around him, but all Aaron wanted to tell him was: 

- “You have to act on your feelings before it’s too late, ‘cos you never know what will happen tomorrow, not just in this job, but in life. Take what makes you happy and keep it close”. 

Of course, the day he tried to talk to Reid, all Hotch managed to say was: “Tell (Y/N) wheels up in thirty” and that was it, but he was planning on giving the kid a speech about love, as soon as he got a chance. 

Then again, when did he have time to do anything besides work? 

It was Saturday, and Spencer was taking a calm walk in a park with (Y/N). She had promised Mrs. Sanders from 307B she was going to take Lizzy - her five years old corgi - out to play for a while, ‘cos it was making the old woman insane. Mrs. Sanders was the only neighbor (Y/N) actually talked to…. mostly ‘cos she was never long enough in her house to meet the rest of them. (Y/N) took her dog for walks as often as she could, and the old lady always baked her brownies and cookies for her “and her boyfriend”

- “Your boyfriend is too skinny, take him these and tell him you made them for him, men love when a woman cooks for them”- the old lady smiled and gave (Y/N) a tray with freshly made cookies- “And tell him to cut his hair, he looks scruffy”.

(Y/N) never told her otherwise, a part of her loved the idea of Spencer being her boyfriend…. and besides, it would be rude to break an old woman’s heart. Right? 

- “Do you want an ice cream?”- Reid asked her and took her from her thoughts. 

- “Yes! I need sugar ‘cos I’m so tired I’m gonna fall asleep standing here”- Lizzy barked at them and left her ball on the ground- “You on the other hand, never get tired, do you?”- the young woman threw the ball.

- “Go fetch, baby!!”

Spencer walked to the ice cream truck and got her a chocolate chip cookie dough cone - he didn’t even need to ask- and a mint chocolate chip for himself. He stared at her playing with Lizzy and for a second, he imagined she was actually his girlfriend, and they were spending their day off together, walking their dog, eating ice cream, holding hands. It was perfect in his mind. 

- “Here”- he gave her her cone and smiled. (Y/N) was about to thank him when a stranger’s voice stopped her. 

- “Spencer!! long time no see! how are you?”- a man stood next to them, he was maybe five years older than them, tall, good looking, he was carrying a little girl in his arms, and holding a woman’s hand tight. She was pregnant and smiling happily. It was the portrait of a perfect family. 

- “Carl, hey, hello, how are you?”- Reid was surprised to see him, it had been years since he had seen his old classmate, and he could have lived a long happy life if he hadn’t seen him again. 

Carl wasn’t really nice. He wasn’t mean, or a bully, or anything like that. He was just… an asshole sometimes. He was always bragging about everything he had: grades, cars, girls, anything you might think of. Spencer always thought it was because he needed to be validated over and over again as an alfa male, which wasn’t really his problem. But still, after hearing him for years when he was younger, Reid had enough of him. 

- “It’s so weird to find you here, I thought you would still have your nose buried in books like you always did on weekends!”- Carl laughed at his own joke, and Reid just nodded, with an awkward smile. 

- “No, I… sometimes I go out now”- that was all he managed to say

- “This is my wife, Andrea, and our little angel, Anna, she is three… and Carl Jr is on his way”

- “Nice to meet you”- Spencer waved and couldn’t even introduce (Y/N), ‘cos Carl continued talking. 

- “Can you believe I got married? I always said I was never going to settle down and here I am! with a happy family! you should come and visit us! We just bought this fantastic house outside town, with a big yard and lots of space for the kids to run and play!”

(Y/N) stared at Carl and bit her tongue. She had heard about him a lot in the last few years. Spencer told her all about the classmate who kept telling him about the dates he had with the girls he wanted to ask out. And all the fun he had at the parties he wasn’t invited to. And how he managed to always make him feel smaller, though he didn’t actually mean to. Sometimes people can’t help being assholes. 

- “And who is your friend?”- the assumption (Y/N) was his friend and not his girlfriend (although it was actually accurate, that was another problem) made Reid’s blood boil. Why couldn’t he have a pretty girlfriend too? 

- “Hi! I’m (Y/N), Spencer’s wife”- she waved and smiled- “Sorry I can’t shake your hand”- she added and showed them the dog toy she was holding, and the ice cream cone.

- “Come here Lizzy! come here!”- the dog sat next to her and (Y/N) pet her sweetly. 

- “Wife! man! I never thought you had it in you”- Carl didn’t realize he was an ass, he didn’t mean to, but that didn’t stop him.  

Spencer just smiled, and in what seemed to be the boldest move he had ever made, he wrapped an arm around (Y/N)’s waist and moved her a little closer to him. 

- “Yes, we’ve been married for two years already”- she added, resting her head against his arm, feeling her stomach tighten. Spencer’s perfume was all around her, and she loved it. Besides, the fact he was now holding her close was killing her. Literally, she could feel she was about to have a heart attack, and it was completely worth it. It took her a few seconds to realize her ice cream was melting in her hands. 

- “Shit!”- she jumped and moved from her “husband” to clean herself. 

- “Here”- Carl’s wife handed her some baby wipes and looked at her hands for a second- “Did you lose your ring?”- shit, Andrea was nosy and annoying, just like her hubby.

- “I usually won’t wear it playing with the dog, or at work”- lies came out of (Y/N)’s lips as easy as breathing- “You know… we are both FBI, and you don’t know when someone might actually take advantage of any kind of information they have about you”

- “FBI? you?”- Spencer looked at Carl and sighed. Right, he wasn’t done teasing him yet. 

- “Yes, I’ve been working at the BAU for the last couple of years, profiling serial killers”- Reid made it sound like it wasn’t a big deal, and (Y/N) decided it was time to brag a little. 

- “Honey, don’t be so modest, you are the best profiler, we are the only team with a Doctor in Mathematics, Chemistry, and Engineering”- and Reid blushed- “Besides, you joined the FBI when you were 22 years old”- (Y/N) smiled and looked at Carl- “Did you know he is the youngest SSA the bureau had ever have? there was no psychological exam or test the FBI could put in front of him he could not ace inside of an hour”  

Carl looked at Reid and nodded, trying to find something to say. 

- “That’s great, I’ve got my own law firm by the way, in case you ever get in trouble”- he joked and looked at (Y/N)- “Or in case you want to divorce him ‘cos he ignores you over books”

- “I could never! did you know he has saved around 352 lives in the last two years? he actually got the FBI Medal for Meritorious Achievement a few months ago… I am so proud”- (Y/N) leaned in and kissed Spencer’s cheek. He looked at her blushing and just smiled. 

- “You look adorable”- Andrea finally said- “It’s like you just started dating!” 

- “Well, we have to go”- Carl didn’t manage being overshadowed very well- “It was very nice to see you, Spencer” 

- “Same! take care, nice to meet you, Andrea”- Reid waved and smiled. (Y/N) did the same and kept eating her ice cream. 

- “I hate him”- she whispered as soon as they were far enough not to listen- “I’m so glad we didn’t invite them to our wedding”- Reid laughed and shook his head

- “You didn’t have to do that”

- “Nah, I wanted to”- she really did- “He was being a jerk, just like you told me he was” 

- “He doesn’t mean to… I think” 

- “Well, he got what he deserved”- (Y/N) felt Spencer’s eyes on her, looking at her in adoration. 

- “Thank you, buttercup”- and she giggled

- “You are very welcome, honey bunny…”- and the silence seemed to last for ages until Lizzy started barking. 

(Y/N) smiled and looked away from him, knowing she was blushing. She really loved that nickname, and he didn’t call her by it as often as she would like. She grabbed the dog toy from the ground and threw it to Lizzy, who ran immediately.

- “Mrs. Sanders made you cookies”- she said after a few minutes- “But she said I had to tell you I baked them for you, ‘cos that what’s girlfriend’s do to get men’s hearts”- Reid’s cheeks were still red, and those words didn’t make it better- “But considering we are already married, I guess I don’t have to do that anymore”. 

They both laughed and then, stayed quiet again. Reid could hear Rossi’s voice yelling in the back of his head “Ask the girl out, for crying out loud”, but he couldn’t even open his mouth, petrified. 

(Y/N) finished her ice cream, watching Lizzy playing with other dogs, and sighed. They were standing side by side, both looking ahead. 

- “We should head back”

- “Doyouwannagooutwithme?”

The slur of words was so fast, not even Spencer understood what he had just said. But (Y/N) did. She stood next to him feeling her knees shaking, as well as her hands. It had happened. It had finally happened. In her head, she was screaming “YES, OF COURSE I WANT TO”, but her lips weren’t moving, and Reid was starting to panic. Maybe Morgan was wrong, and (Y/N) did like him that way. Maybe he had just ruined the best friendship he had ever had. Shit! what had he done. 

- “I mean, I understand if you…”- but she didn’t let him finish 

- “Yes, I do”- that was really all she could process. And he didn’t know what to say next. There was no random fact to kill the silence, they would always have a lot to talk about, but that time they were speechless. 

- “Tomorrow?”- he managed to whisper

- “Ok”- she nodded as the two of them kept looking at Lizzy 

 - “I’ll pick you up for dinner”- Spencer’s voice was so soft he was scared it was going to shake and embarrass him  (he was already embarrassed, but he didn’t want to make it worst). 

- “Sounds good”- (Y/N) slowly turned her head and looked at him, nearly holding her breath. Her best friend finally asked her out. The best friend she had been in love with for years had just asked her out on a date. And all she managed to say was: 

- “So… do you want a cookie?”

- “Sure…”- he nodded and smiled. (Y/N) called Lizzy and put on her leash. Gave Spencer the paper bag with homemade cookies she carried in her purse and smiled.

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- “Did you know Christmas cookies date back to Medieval Europe?”- and there it was, Spencer’s random fact of the day, just on time to kill the silence when they were about to reach (Y/N)’s apartment. 

- “Really?”

- “Yeah, the traditional Christmas flavors, like cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger, became very popular, and those are exactly the same spices medieval cooks would have used in their cookies ages ago”

- “I love Christmas cookies”

- “I know”- he smiled and looked at her- You bake them all year long 

- “I can’t help it, they are too good”- she giggled and stood outside her building door. They just stared and smiled, Lizzy trying to get (Y/N)’s attention rubbing her head against her leg. 

- “I’ll see you tomorrow then”- Spencer blushed at the hint of their date and (Y/N) nodded

- “See you tomorrow”- and neither of them moved. Lizzy barked again and forced (Y/N) to wave and open the door. Spencer just stood there for a second, staring at the empty space in front of him where (Y/N) was standing a few seconds ago, and suddenly, it all sank in.

- “What the fuck did I just do?”