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catmiemy · 6 months ago

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Another Chance to Live Part 1 (Ana Maria Crnogorčević x Reader)

Summary: Ana and you are both struggling with unwanted transfers, but maybe you can at least find happiness off the pitch.

A/N: This is the first part of a story I've been working on for a while. I guess my way of processing my emotions about Ana's transfer. I've been in the denial stage for a long time 😅

The next two chapters are already written (just need to edit them) and so far it's a total of about 13k words. I'm now at a crossroad which will decide how long the story becomes. So I thought I'd publish the first part and see how much interest there is in a story like this to help me decide.

It felt like a cruel joke of the universe that now, now when you had been forced to leave, the woman you’ve had a crush on for years, joined your team, or well your former team. Words that made your heart crack a little more every time you thought them. Never in a billion years had you expected your team to become your former team.

Ever since you had first laid eyes on Ana you had been dazzled by her, not necessarily only by her looks, although you definitely enjoyed them, but also by her personality and her aura. She always radiated so much kindness and positive energy. It was impossible not to be drawn to her.

Sadly your paths didn’t cross all too often and when they did, Ana was always somewhere in the heart of whatever group you were part of, while you were lingering on the edges, looking in. So the Swiss woman was probably only vaguely aware of your existence, while you soaked up every detail you could find about Ana. The more you learnt, the more you liked her.

And yes, sometimes when you lay in bed at night you made up little scenarios how the two of you would meet. One of your favorite ones was Ana coming to Atleti, not really knowing her way around Madrid yet, so you take her under your wing and show her everything. And of course she starts falling for you as you spend so much time together. It was your imagination after all, so you could day dream all you wanted.

Now part of this little fantasy was actually coming true, Ana really was joining Atlético, and it frustrated you to no end that now that she came, you were gone. Although perhaps it wasn’t the universe being cruel towards you, maybe it was protecting you because even if you played for the same team there was no way the Swiss woman would ever go for someone like you.

Still, you spent a good amount of time fuming about it in your apartment. Possibly also because it was easier to focus on that rather than on the fact that your childhood club had just dropped you like you meant nothing. Every time you remembered the conversation with the club’s managers you felt like throwing up, hiding under the covers for the rest of your life, and ripping off your ears so you didn’t have to listen to one more word from them. So yeah, it was comforting in a weird way to think about your missed chance with Ana, especially since it never had been much of a chance anyway.

It was harder to hold on to that strange comfort when training actually started and you had to go to Real Madrid’s training center every day. Most days were spent attempting to do your best and keep your negative emotions in check, while thinking nonstop about how much you hated this, how much you wanted to return to Atelti, how much you wanted to leave Madrid altogether.

So all in all you weren’t having the best time, barely getting by was actually a more accurate way to describe it. Then a few weeks after the season started you got a call from Lola.

“Sooo I heard you’re doing a lot of moping these days,” she teased you.

However there was an underlying note of worry in her voice. You had done your best to pretend as if Atleti’s decision hadn’t hurt you, that these things happen in football, and you were completely fine with it, but Lola had seen right through it.

“I’m not moping, I’m just quiet and focused like usual,” you quickly defended yourself. It was only partially true, you hated every single second you spent at the training center of Real Madrid.

“That’s not what I’ve heard, but how about you convince me over a cup of coffee. Maybe tomorrow afternoon?”

You didn’t even question how Lola knew that you had the day off tomorrow, apparently she had some spies at Real. As much as you didn’t want to continue talking about the misery that was your new club, you did want to see your friend, so you agreed.

“I might ask some other people if they want to tag along. Everyone misses you,” Lola continued, making you happy and sad at the same time. It was nice to be missed, but you wished you weren’t in a position where you could be missed.

Before you could hang up, Lola told you to bring “your moping buddy Misa”, then she ended the call with a cackle, not giving you any chance to retaliate. In all honesty there was some truth to it, both you and Misa were unhappy at Real, so it wasn’t surprising that she was the only person you had really bonded with so far.

Going by Lola’s words you expected a big group the next day when you entered the café you had agreed upon. What you found however were merely three people, Lola, Misa and no one other than Ana.

Suddenly your stomach was filled with butterflies flapping their wings wildly, making you somewhat nauseous as a result. You hadn’t expected this and you weren’t prepared for it at all. If it wouldn’t have been incredibly rude you would have walked right back out of the café.

Instead you walked over to the small group, doing your best impression of a friendly smile. You could have sworn you saw a knowing glint in both Misa’s and Lola’s eyes. There was no way they knew about your crush though, right?

Lola jumped up when she saw you, hugging you tightly. “It’s good to see you, chica, I’ve missed you,” she told you.

You had to blink a couple of times to chase away the tears burning in your eyes. There was no denying that you had missed her too, all of your former teammates really. You longed to be back at Atlético, and not only because Ana was there.

Right, Ana.

You extracted yourself from your friend and smiled at the blonde. Should you hug her as well? Or greet her with kisses on the cheeks? That’s exactly why you should have been informed that Ana would be there, so that you could think this over beforehand. Or, well, over think it.

Unlike you Ana knew exactly what to do; she got up, greeted you kindly and gave you a quick hug. “It’s nice to see you again, Y/N. We’ve never had much of a chance to talk, so I’m glad we get one now.”

For a few seconds too long you started at her. You were torn between awe, and a little bit of envy, at how easily the Swiss woman had navigated this greeting, and shock. She remembered you? She was happy to see you? Once your heart slowed down from a wild canter to a moderate gallop and your brain was working more clearly again, you realized that this was probably just something Ana had said to make the situation less awkward, not something she truly meant.

“So, do you want to sit down?” Lola suggested with a smirk on her face. Thankfully she left it at that though and you quickly sank down into a chair. You felt too embarrassed to look at Ana, so you completely missed the reassuring smile she sent your way.

After that things went much more smoothly, mostly because Lola and Ana carried the conversation, allowing you and Misa to remain in your preferred role, attentive listener. Your former teammate as well as your crush tried valiantly to draw you out of your shell, but out of fear of saying something stupid, you kept your answers as short as possible without being weird or unfriendly. If only you could think of something witty to say!

On the bright side your relative quietness gave you a good opportunity to study Ana. She was stunning as always, but you could easily spot the signs of the toll this move to the Atlético had taken on her; her smile wasn’t quite as wide as usual and didn’t reach her eyes, her voice was a little duller, there were badly covered up dark bags underneath her eyes and she was a bit more subdued than normal in general. Man, you really had spent way too long looking at any video of her you could find to notice things like that!

Then all of the sudden Misa let out a gasp. “I completely forgot I promised my neighbor I’d let in her daughter today. I need to leave right now to make it.”

You frowned at your teammate; it wasn’t like her to forget something as important as that. Was something more than her unhappiness with being stuck at Real bothering her? You made a mental note to ask Misa about it the next day, remind her that you were always there if she needed someone.

Misa’s departure didn’t really change anything in the dynamic, she hadn’t contributed much just like you. But then Lola got a phone call from her girlfriend who apparently needed your former teammate urgently. She looked at the two of you apologetically, however you could swear that there was some glee shimmering behind her regretful front.

“You girls should stay here and enjoy the rest of the afternoon. Really I’m so sorry about this, don’t let it ruin your day,” Lola babbled, pressing a kiss to both your and Ana’s cheek before dashing out of the café.

You looked after her with confusion. The confusion however was short-lived, quickly drowned out by panic once you realized that you were now left alone with Ana. No more hiding behind other people, no more safety net. You weren’t ready. However leaving also wasn’t an option, there was no way you could do so without offending Ana, so you had to pull yourself together.

“I’m sorry about that,” Ana apologized, bringing your confusion back. As far as you were aware the Swiss woman had absolutely nothing to apologize for.

“They probably planned this because they think I need to be more social again. I wouldn’t be surprised if Jenni put them up to it, she’s been pretty worried,” the Swiss woman specified, leaving you reeling because you didn’t know how to deal with that much honesty.

“Oh,” you replied, praying that some more words would enter your brain. “Maybe they also did it for me. They think I’m pretty antisocial in general,” you finished, kicking yourself for making yourself look even more pathetic than you already did.

To your surprise Ana didn’t seem put off; on the contrary she chuckled and said, “Well we can be antisocial together then.”

The Swiss woman using the word ‘together’ in reference to the both of you made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, you could definitely get used to that.

In an attempt to take control of the situation and not end up blurting out something stupid if Ana asked you a question, you inquired how she was liking Madrid so far. It seemed like a normal thing to ask someone that had just moved to a new place.

However the Swiss woman didn’t answer right away, which was atypical for her who always seemed to have a reply ready. That combined with the guarded look in her eyes made you realize that this wasn’t a safe and easy topic for her. In your rush to make sure nothing that would be complicated for you came up, you had totally forgotten that Ana’s own move to Madrid had been anything but a happy occurence. Way to be selfish!

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Forget I said anything, that was such a stupid thing to say,” you apologized frantically

“No, don’t worry, it’s fine,” Ana quickly reassured you. “I just don’t really know what to say. Obviously I didn’t want to come here, I miss Barcelona. Both the city and the team. So I’m not having the best time to be completely honest. Then again I also haven’t given Madrid much of a chance yet. So…”

The Swiss woman’s openness left you stunned once again. This could never be you, sharing your thoughts and feelings so freely. At the same time you noticed with a surge of excitement and dread that Ana’s explanation gave you a good opening, not unlike your daydreams in fact.

Your fear of being annoying and overstepping was battling hard against your longing to get to spend more time with the blonde in the future. In the end you decided to go for it, maybe Ana would appreciate it and if she didn’t want to hang out again, she could just say so. Of course there was still the fear of rejection holding you back, but you shoved that to the back of your mind. If you didn’t ask the answer would always be no, right?

“If you want to I could show you around Madrid sometime. I’ve lived here all my life so I know the place like the back of my hand and know some nice places. Totally fine if you don’t of course, I’m sure there are many other people that could show you around.”

You spoke in record speed, making it hard for Ana to follow, which was why it took her a moment to answer. These few seconds were some of the most horrible ones in your life. If she said no now all your hopes would be shattered once and for all. Everyone always said it was important to know so you could move on, but honestly if the Swiss woman didn’t want to spend any time with you, you didn’t want to know.

“That sounds great, I’d love to,” Ana replied once she had enough time to process your jumble of words.

“Really?” You double checked, the words out of your mouth before you could stop yourself.

“Yeah, definitely,” the Swiss woman confirmed with a gentle smile. A smile that you returned happily. You hadn’t felt this excited in a while, it was a nice change from the bleakness that had become your constant companion.

The rest of your time together was spent chatting easily. You weren’t a great conversationalist, however with Ana it came much more natural. The blonde definitely did the heavy lifting, but you were happy with your own contributions. You even made her laugh a few times!

Later that day when you were back in your apartment you were much more critical, taking apart every single thing that you had said and coming to the conclusion that you must be the stupidest person on the planet. Thankfully you were going to get another chance in a few days and this time you would be better prepared. You would say interesting things and you would make sure Ana had a great time. The blonde deserved some joy and happiness and you would do your best to give her that.

Before your next meeting with Ana you actually made a plan; you would make a list of her interests and think of possible questions, some jokes and interesting facts you could mention. You spent one evening on it, working furiously and then you realized what you were doing, feeling very foolish all of the sudden. You scrunched up the piece of paper and threw it into the trash with some force.

This was pointless and unnecessary and totally embarrassing! Maybe you weren’t the best at coming up with things to say on the spot, but rehearsing everything like this was a role in a play was stupid. The urge to do absolutely everything to get Ana to like you was huge, however is she only liked this carefully crafted version of you that wasn’t any better than her not liking you at all.

Also, you shouldn’t even attempt to get the Swiss woman to like you. Just like you should keep your own crush in check. Ana’s life was complicated enough at the moment, you didn’t need to add your infatuation into the mix.

Unfortunately your noble plan to ignore your crush failed miserably. Whenever you spent time with Ana you fell a little more for her. It was simply impossible not to when she was the kindest, funniest, most interesting and on top of that most beautiful person in the world.

Like when you were out and about on one of your strolls to the city and a young couple approached you, asking if you could take a picture of them. As was typical for you, you hesitated for a moment; not necessarily because you didn’t want to, but because your mind was already working in overdrive, supplying you with every possible negative outcome.

Ana on the other hand smiled at them. “Of course! Where do you want to take it?”

And then she proceeded to take several pictures of the two, showing them to the couple, and when they weren’t completely satisfied yet, she even offered her own suggestions on how they might turn out even better.

All the way you were just watching them, well mostly Ana, with a goofy smile. You loved how much she cared, how much effort she put into random people she didn’t even know. No wait, you didn’t love that, you liked that, admired it.

Or when Ana convinced you to go into a tiny café. A place you would have never frequented on your own because the intimacy of it freaked you out. Not the blonde though. Within seconds she began chatting with the owner, a middle-aged woman who was thrilled someone showed so much interest in her small establishment.

The cake you got was very tasty as was the coffee and the homemade ice tea. You were quick to admit that Ana had made a good decision by forcing you to go there.

However what really pulled at your heartstring was that the Swiss woman went up to the owner afterwards and asked if it was okay to post about this place on Instagram. The poor woman almost started crying out of happiness and thanked Ana profusely, while the blonde kept insisting that this was nothing and really it should be her thanking the owner.

So it was safe to say that you fell deeper and harder every time you saw Ana. But it was okay, you had a foolproof way to make sure that the blonde didn’t figure it out and therefore her life didn’t get disrupted because of you. Whenever you echoed a statement Ana had made about how much she liked hanging out with you or that she thought you were a great person, you always added ‘friend’ into the mix; “I enjoy hanging out with you too, you’re such a great friend.” and “Aw thank you. You’re one of the best people and friends I know too!”

Sometimes when you were feeling particularly hopeful you wondered if the lack of specification on Ana’s part meant that she liked you as more than a friend. You always discarded the idea quickly though. It was much more likely that the thought of being more than friends was so ludicrous to the blonde, something that had probbly never even grazed her mind, that she didn’t feel the need to explicitly state it.

Despite having to resign yourself to the fact that Ana didn’t like you like that, it still made you happy that she was usually in a good mood when you were hanging out. Something you were secretly very proud of. Still every once in a while her sadness shined through, for example when she heard someone speak Catalan or when she saw something that reminded her of Barcelona.

One time a group of fans came up to her. They were friendly and excited and the Swiss woman matched their energy effortlessly. But then one of them mentioned how sad they were that Ana wasn’t playing for Barça anymore. You were forced to watch the blonde deflate slightly after that thoughtless statement. She was good at pretending though, so the fans were none the wiser.

When they were gone you gathered all of your courage. Up until now you had stayed in the shallows of easy conversation so this was a first and once again you worried about overstepping. But when you saw Ana’s sad eyes and the forcefully pulled up corners of her mouth, you couldn’t stay silent.

“Do you want to talk about it? I mean your transfer from Barça? I know we haven’t really talked about that or othe serious things yet, but I’m always happy to listen. I’m actually pretty good at that.”

The Swiss woman sighed, rubbing a hand over her face.

“That’s very sweet but honestly I’ve been talking so much about it lately. Sometimes it feels like it’s the only thing anyone wants to talk about anymore. So if it’s okay with you could we just continue like before? The distraction has been helping a lot.”

You had been helping! Happiness flowed through you and your smile was maybe a bit bigger than was warranted for a situation like this. However unless Ana was studying you as intently as you always studied her, you doubted that the blonde would notice.

“Yeah, of course. I’m happy to help in anyway.”

Ana and you kept seeing each other regularly and it was the undisputed highlight of your current life. Honestly it was a little worrying how few other things brought you any joy, but you didn’t allow yourself to dwell on that.

So when you were put into a situation where you had to cancel on Ana you were devastated. It wasn’t an appropriate reaction to something so small, but you had a ten minute crying session until you could even begin to function properly again. Calling the Swiss woman was out of the question though, you were still chocked up and sniffling.

Instead you texted her, apologizing multiple times and explaining that you were roped into doing all sorts of things last minute for your father’s birthday tomorrow. You could have slapped yourself for not seeing this coming. Sure, your parents had assured you time and time again that everything was taken care of, but you should have known better. Then you could have done it before today and weren’t forced to cancel on Ana.

Only minutes after you had sent the text your phone started ringing with a call from the Swiss woman. With wide, panicked eyes you stared at the screen. In the end your desire to at least hear Ana’s voice if you couldn’t see her won out. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice anything.

„Hey I just saw your text and wanted to ask if I can help out with anything.”

You smiled at your phone, your heart warmed by Ana’s kindness. There was no doubt in your mind that she would actually follow through on your offer. Not that you would ever take it.

“Aw thank you so much, Ana! But it’s okay really. Most things I have to do at my parents place anyway. You know help them clean and decorate. So I’ll be out most of the day, and then in the evening I’ll have to bake the cake. Who knows how that’s going to go.”

You chuckled, even if you were feeling slightly panicked at the idea of baking. Normally your mother was in charge of that, but she had broken her arm a few weeks ago, so that was out of the question. Moments like this made you wish that you had some siblings or some cousins for that matter, just anyone to help you out.

“Not to brag, but I’m actually a great baker. So if you want some help, I’m happy to come over in the evening and help,” the blonde offered.

It would be nice to have some help, and you always wanted to see Ana. Plus she had brought up the idea of her own accord, so surely it was okay, right?

“That would be great actually. Thank you so much,” you replied, not giving your mind any more opportunity to drive yourself crazy.

Ana and you quickly planned everything out before you hung up and left to do everything else. With the prospect of seeing the Swiss woman later today you were a lot more cheerful than before.

“What’s got you so happy?” Your mother asked you while she supervised the decorating process.

It was incredibly frustrating since she kept criticizing everything you did. Every few minutes you had to step away for a moment, take some deep breaths and visualize how your evening with Ana would be, full of laughter and fun conversation.

“Not this, that’s for sure,” you muttered, low enough so that your mothers whose hearing wasn’t the best anymore, couldn’t here you.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you said louder, “I’m just in a good mood, I guess.”

There was no point in bringing up Ana. Nothing would ever happen between the two of you and even after knowing about it for almost ten years your parents still struggled with your sexuality. To avoid unnecessary conflict and awkwardness you never spoke about women you liked unless it was something serious. So never.

“You should focus on decorating and not smile so much. Maybe then we would get somewhere.”

You rolled your eyes, but kept your mouth shut. No point in pointing out that most parents would be happy if their child was happy. And it wasn’t like your mother wasn’t happy about it, she just wasn’t good at being pleasant around you. Somehow she always felt the need to criticize you.

Hours later you got into your car, quickly drove away and as soon as you were a decent distance from your parents’ house you let out a loud scream, releasing all of the built up frustration. Then you set your focus on the near future, on the fact that you would be meeting Ana in half an hour at your apartment. Baking wasn’t really your thing, but baking with the Swiss sounded like a lot of fun. Anything was fun with her really; just being around her made you so happy.

When you got to your apartment Ana was already waiting for you, leaning against her car. A big smile appeared on the blonde’s face when she saw you and she waved at you happily. It warmed your insides, swept away any remnant of frustration from the long day with your parents, seeing how excited Ana was to see you.

You got set up quickly, putting out all the ingredients and opening up the recipe you had settled on. Then you turned to the Swiss woman expectantly.

“So any baking pro tips from you before we start?” You asked teasingly.

Ana looked at you sheepishly.

“To be completely honest I don’t really know that much about baking. I usually only bake once a year to make some Christmas cookie,” the blonde admitted, scratching her nose.

You frowned at her in confusion. This didn’t really make any sense to you, but you didn’t want to make Ana feel bad about it.

“So why did you say you did?” You asked carefully. „I mean only if you want to tell me, it’s totally fine if you don’t. I’m sure you had your reasons.”

The Swiss woman blushed a little as she explained herself, “I really just wanted to spend some time with you today.”

Your heart started racing at this confession, your hopes going through the roof. It didn’t take long for the logical part of your brain to bring you back to earth though. Surely this didn’t mean what you wanted it to mean. Most likely Ana was just struggling today and didn’t want to be alone.

“Oh I’m sorry you’re having a hard time today. You know you can always tell me that and if it’s possible at all I’ll always make time for you. You don’t have to make up reasons to hang out.”

Ana stared at you with a pained expression. It hurt your heart to see her in pain and it made you wonder if something had happened today, perhaps something that reminded her of Barcelona?

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked when the blonde stayed quiet, but then you thought better of it. “Wait no I’m sorry, you already said that you’re tired of talking about it before and that you prefer a distraction. So let’s bake!”

You put some extra excitement into your voice and made sure to keep up a stream of easy chatter as you got to work. For a while Ana remained a bit distant and quiet, but before too long her smile returned and she began talking and joking.

When the blonde laughed loudly at a joke you had made you felt very proud of yourself for giving Ana what she needed, a distraction. If you continued to be helpful she would keep wanting to hang out with you and that was also very much in your interest. Even if the knowledge that it meant something else to you hurt somewhat every time you thought of it.

However it was all worth it to get to spend time with Ana. Everything was worth that.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso fanfics #ana maria crnogorcevic imagine #ana maria crnogorcevic x reader

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 11 months ago

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AITA for not wanting to play DnD with a teenager?

So I (22F) am in college and after classes I like to play DnD with four of my friends, Ricky (21M), Tara (21F) Lola (22F) and Julie (20F)

Well recently Tara's little sister Ashley (15F) has been hanging out at Tara's apartment, where we usually have our game sessions, after school. Like for about two weeks now. Tara says its because her mother got a new job and doesnt get off work until 7pm so Ashley stays at the apartment from 4pm till about 7:30pm when her mother comes to pick her up.

4 pm is when our game sessions start most of the time (depending on if any of us have night classes that day or not) which means we now have a literal child watching us play. And because of that Tara has asked that we tone down the game sessions to be more "appropriate" and we also cant get drunk until Ashley leaves (which is stupid because Julie is under 21 and we can drink around her just fine but whatever) frankly I didnt mind the constant audience since Ashley was far more interested in watching us play than watching TV or playing on Tara's switch.

Well apparently just watching wasnt good enough for the brat because when i got to Tara's apartment for a game, Ashley was sitting at our table, excitedly filling out a character sheet while chattering nonstop with Ricky and Lola (Julie wasn't coming this time she had the stomach flu)

I naturally asked what she was doing because she normally just watched. Ashley gave me a confused look and said that she was joining our game like we had apparently talked about in our groupchat the night prior. Ricky and Lola both backed her up and showed the groupchat.

I had seen the messages but I thought Tara was joking about adding a literal child that doesnt even have a learners permit to our game that we had been continuing for three months now. I naturally went to go confront Tara.

She said that I agreed to let Ashley join in and if I didn't want to play with her I could've just not come.

Is she fucking serious?

What kind of sane person would want to play with a literal child and its edgy as fuck character (like the character was a wolf necromancer dressed in all black with two random scars across its chest. You could smell the hot topic radiating from this cringefest)

Tara refused to listen to reason and instead insisted that Ashley can play just for tonight and if i didnt like it I could leave.

I had no choice to stay and play

It was so fucking miserable.

The brat was constantly making stupid mistakes and dragging the whole party down with her. We constantly had to stop so Ricky (our DM) could explain things that should've been obvious because Ashley was too stupid to actually figure it out. My character was having to bail her's out near constantly. It was getting to the point where I just wanted to legitimately slap Ashley. I didnt because Tara would absolutely murder me but oh the temptation was strong.

And the worst part? I was the only one who seemed to be upset that our game was being completely thrown off course. Ricky, Lola and Tara took all of Ashley's many many fuck ups in stride and actually seemed to be enjoying it.

I have no idea why, that game was a train wreck

After an hour of hell Ricky called it quits for the day.

Which was weird because we usually go well into the night most of the time. Once the game was over Tara grabbed me by the arm and led me to the kitchen.

She asked me what the hell my problem was because it was apparently MY fault the game went so poorly and not the literal child's.

So I let her have it.

I told her it was a stupid idea to let her dumbass sister play with us, that Ashley shouldnt be playing with adults and its stupid to expect us to bow to the whims of a fifteen year old. I told her I never wanted to play with stupid bitch ass of a sister ever again.

I left the apartment after that.

This morning I was removed from the groupchat and all my friends have blocked me

Except for Lola, who has been going off on me in dms all day, calling me a horrible person, transphobic, a bully and a bitch. Every name in the book. None of them are talking to me and Julie, who wasn't even there keeps calling me an asshole and says i should apologize

AITA? I dont think i did anything wrong but everyone else thinks I did

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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stellar-constellations · 4 months ago

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Star Patient: Chapter 7 (ONGOING SLOW BURN SERIES)

WARNING: This series will include; possible inaccurate medical procedures and medical setting, gore, toxic relationships that should NOT be replicated in real life, murder, yanderes, cursing, suicide mentions, implications of misandry (male misogyny), descriptions of self-harming, accusations of cheating, child death, death of major and minor characters, OC's are used throughout the story for plot and depth, reader is in denial and paranoid, toxic family dynamics, perversive thoughts, reader is bipolar (not saying that in a quirky way, like literally bipolar), religious comparisons, light mention of demons, stalkers, possibly more to add.

Inaccurate canon-timeline and setting (this is before Ashley and Andrew murdered their parents). They also live in America (because I wasn't aware they lived in Europe prior to this series).

Reader has a small fear of adult men/rape and has a history of suicide attempts.

Incest is not Wincest.

Amnesiac! Obsessive! Patient! Andrew Graves x Yandere! Nurse! Reader:

Wordcount: 15,100+ words

Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5, chapter 6, current chapter, chapter 8, chapter 9 (in the works)

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The sound of holy hymns filled the tall church, the painting of a man looming over (Y/N) as she avoided the male’s eyes. Religious paintings just always looked creepy, their eyes just always followed you. What was even more creepier is making prolonged eye contact with the same boy for two minutes now.

Bright brown eyes stared at her own for 120 seconds now, 115 seconds too long for a normal gander to be. Perhaps he was just looking at the people behind her? Or maybe she has something on her face? Dear God, please don’t let it be that he can hear just how awful she sounds when singing. It was like her voice was a sin to this holy choir.

(Y/N) finally broke eye contact with the male, deciding to look back at the painting of the sacred male. Even he wasn’t as creepy as that boy’s staring was, whatever his name was.

The church reeked of burning incense and an old lady’s strong floral perfume. It almost hurt having her mother and some strange next to her singing—practically screaming—into her ears while she did her best to memorize the lyrics. It was hard to remember what came after “I’ve been set free” when all she could think about was being set free to the food trucks outside calling her name for lunch.

Finally, the song ended as she sung the finally sentence.

“You are forever mine.”

What a creepy thing to say to anyone, to any god or not.

(Y/N) stretched her limbs, earning herself a swat to her arm as her mother whispered for her to fix her dress before it rides up on her. She smoothed down her dress skirt, reaching behind and fluffing the white bow sewn to the dark blue dress.

She was excited to go eat some food, then get out of these damn flats that kept pinching her toes. She watched as people filed out of the church, making her eyes meeting bright brown ones as they stared at her through the crowd.

Has he even looked away once during this whole session?

“Hey, maybe he likes you?” Lola suggested, lounging on the library couch, taking up most of the space as her arm draped over the arm rest, her legs lying on (Y/N)’s thighs.

“God, I hope not…” (Y/N) groaned, tilting her head back to hit the couch cushion just to be a bit more dramatic. “I don’t even know his name. That’s grounds for instant rejection.”

“Well, is he cute?” Lola questioned, curious as she watched (Y/N) copy notes from her computer onto her notebook.

“I mean… I dunno? I think?” (Y/N) shrugged. “Gosh, Lo. You know I don’t ever notice that. Looks aren’t everything, you know?”

“Well, my future husband is definitely gonna have brown hair, brown eyes to match and a dashing, symmetrical face." Lola smirked.

“Please, you’re asking too much. Your face isn’t even symmetrical.” Annabelle scoffed, sitting on the harsh library carpets.

“Shut up! I’m gonna get laser surgery for this mole when I have enough money!” Lola whined, hitting Annabelle upside the head.

“I meant your nose, dummy!” Annabelle hissed, cradling her head where she’s been hit. "But that too!"

“Jerk!” Lola exclaimed, going to hit Annabelle once more, but Annabelle was quick enough to catch her wrist. “Stop touching me, Anna!”

“Then you stop hitting me!” Annabelle retorted as their hands wrestled with one another.

“Hey, hey! Stop! You’re messing up my notes!” (Y/N) hissed, hitting her shoulder against Lola’s.

“Stop, that’s not fair. You’re double-teaming!” Lola whined.

The school bell rung, prompting the three to halt their fight. (Y/N) packed up her notebook and computer with a sigh.

“Damn it… I didn’t get to finish my notes.” (Y/N) complained, throwing her backpack strap over her shoulder.

“I don’t know how you do it, girl. Being a nurse sounds like it’s such a drag, having to kiss up to everyone’s ass.” Lola sighed, looking at her hands to make sure her nail polish didn’t get ruined during their tussle. “Ah, damn it, Annabelle! You chipped my nail!”

“Which one?” Annabelle questioned, looking over at Lola’s yellow nails.

“This one.” Lola smirked, holding up her middle finger.

“You little—“

(Y/N) yelped, her body hitting the wall as her legs gave out from the unexpected force, knocking her to the ground. Two hands grabbed the collar of her blazer, pulling her right back up to her feet as they cornered her against the wall.

“Was it you?” a male spoke, his fists shaking with anger as his green eyes met (Y/N)’s.

“Hey! Hands off her, Ben!” Annabelle spat out, her hand touching the male’s shoulder.

“Bud out, I’m talking with the freak!” Ben hissed, shrugging her hand off his shoulder. “Was it you?” he repeated, his eyes glaring back at (Y/N).

“I can’t confirm anything if you don’t tell me, moron.” (Y/N) retorted, annoyed as she tried to pry his hands off her.

An uncomfortable feeling grew inside her stomach at the close proximity they shared, the tension downright suffocating as she resisted the urge to puke.

Dear stomach, don’t let me vomit on him… I’ll never go to school again. (Y/N) prayed to her stomach.

“Did you steal my wallet?” he finally spoke. “I had a three hundred dollars in cash and two gift cards, did you steal them?!”

“Lay off, dude. She was with us this morning!” Lola spoke.

“Yeah, I didn’t steal anything.” (Y/N) huffed, finally prying his hands off her blazer’s collar.

“I swear to God, if it was you I’ll kill you.” Ben spat, his finger jabbing into her sternum. “You’re a freak, just like your father.” He spoke, before storming off down the school hallways.

“What an asshole.” Lola scoffed.

“People like that shouldn’t be let loose into the public.” Annabelle growled, before looking at (Y/N). “You okay?”

“I’m just fine and dandy. Everything’s intact.” (Y/N) muttered, dusting off her blazer and skirt. “It’s not like he stabbed me or anything, so I’m fine.”

“Jeez, girl. You really need to be more… phased? Like, get pissed off at him! Punch him! Kick him in the balls!” Lola encouraged.

“Why would I waste my time on such pointless things…?” (Y/N) sighed, subconsciously picking at her nails. “I mean, Ben’s been doing this crap since middle school.”

“He doesn’t have any right to treat you like that!” Annabelle huffed. “If you won’t kick him in the balls, I will.”

“Can we not talk about Ben’s balls?” (Y/N) whined, a bit embarrassed at this stupid topic. “Just forget it, guys. I mean, this is senior year. We’re going to be graduating in three months, then I’ll never see him again so the problem will be solved.”

“The Almighty Lord blessed you with something I don’t have; patience.” Lola sighed, fanning her face exaggeratedly to show how heated she was about the matter.

“The offer is still on the table if you want me to—“

“No.” (Y/N) interrupted Annabelle, who just sent a pouting glare her way.

Annabelle was a short, black haired girl with brown eyes and a serious passion for weightlifting. She even won an award for the best high school female-weightlifter in the state, being able to carry Annabelle was (Y/N)’s best friend since pre-school. They met in the sand box, where a boy stomped out (Y/N)’s sandcastle, so Annabelle dumped sand in his hair. That sand was in his hair for at least a couple days—it looked like lice to where the caregivers had to inspect and comb through everyone’s hair to make sure there wasn’t a lice that would soon infect other kids.

They met Lola during their first year of middle school. Lola came into the year late as a new girl. She had bleached blonde hair with pink highlights in them (her natural hair color is unknown since she’s been dying it since she was six, not even in her photo gallery does she have a picture of her natural hair).

Lola hit it off with Annabelle instantly, the two meeting in after school’s photography club—which is the cover name. In actuality, it’s mostly just a place for friends to hang out after school and lie to their parents about doing important school stuff; however, the club does take pictures of pep assemblies and football games for the yearbook (albeit half of the photos are crappy and extremely unflattering).

The two girls are always begging (Y/N) to join the club, (Y/N)’s always rejected because she’s studying for college and to keep her college scholarship for a extremely well-liked nursing academy. After graduating that academy as a nurse, she can continue studying and work up the ranks to become a pediatrician!

So she has no time to be fooling off inside a club. She didn’t have that time as she did back in middle school. Well, she was practically a shell of a person.

(Y/N) got hit with a large wave of depression. She’s not quite sure why it just suddenly came up on her. Maybe it was because of the abuse she suffered as a child, maybe it was because of the bullying she would receive at school because of who her father was, or maybe it was because she didn’t have a good personality or looks. Whatever it was, it weighed her down for months, making it hard to get out of bed, hard to shower, hard to eat, hard to brush her teeth. Everything ached with pain. She didn’t know what hurt more; her brain or her heart? Annabelle and Lola were there for her though. They would encourage her to eat a little, to step outside for a bit, to shop for new clothes that would make her feel comfortable. Even after multiple suicide attempts, they never blamed her for how she felt, and they never gave up on her. Maybe the only reason she quit dying was because of them.

“Hey, the bell is gonna ring in a minute.” Lola pointed out, holding her phone as she stared at the time, her 2008’s preppy Hello Kitty aesthetic wallpaper staring at her.

“Damn.” Annabelle sighed, disappointed as she rubbed her neck. “Well, see you tomorrow, (Y/N).”

The two girls still had club after school, so they’ll be seeing each other. After lunch, (Y/N) doesn’t have any classes with them, so lunch is her last chance to see her friends before leaving school.

“Stay shining, star girl!” Lola spoke, sending (Y/N) her own starry smile as she referenced (Y/N)'s star hairlip, her lips coated in a light transparency of pink strawberry lipgloss.

“I’m gonna hit the bathroom real quick. If I’m late to class or not be damned.” (Y/N) smiled, waving them off as she parted ways with them.

(Y/N) glided down the hallway, before reaching the bathroom, pushing open the door and immediately making a dash to the toilet without even bothering to close the stall door. She dropped to her knees, balancing herself by placing her hands on the walls (so she wouldn’t touch the dirty toilet) and puked.

She had been holding that in ever since Ben slammed her up against that wall and shouted at her. The scene was absolutely terrifying to her, being trapped so close to an aggressive male like that did not feel good in the slightest.

How the hell do romance protagonists go through that? (Y/N) questioned herself, before another wave of nausea hit her as she thought about earlier, prompting her to lean over and puke once more.

Her father taught her many things in life; to raise a chicken and slaughter a chicken, to ride a horse and clean horseshoes, to tell the difference between ripe and unripe fruits, and to never trust a boy.

“Boys are disgusting creatures.” He would say.

“You should never trust a boy.” He would say.

“Boys only care about their satisfaction and pleasure. Everything about you is irrelevant.” He would say.

But men and boys are different. What makes a boy a boy is that they’re stupid, immature, and selfish. A man is someone who sacrifices themself for their family, and treats his wife and daughter with respect and kindness.

How can you tell the difference between a man and a boy if it’s not puberty that separates them? How do you know until before it’s too late?

Truth is, her father has always been distrustful of men in general—though he’s never explained why. She has a feeling it’s because of his upbringing. Maybe he grew up in a bad neighborhood, or maybe he had an abusive father; whatever it was, he didn’t want (Y/N) knowing about it.

But even though he hates boys with a passion that rivals the Greek Goddess of Passion Aphrodite, sometimes he doesn’t always act like a man.

There’s been moments where he’s screamed, punched holes inside the walls, been gone for nights after a time, on a very rare chance break stuff. Sometimes he remembers the episodes, sometimes he doesn’t. When he does remember them, he cries and apologizes, hugging (Y/N)’s mother Rose and her. He cries about how sorry he was, and how he doesn’t mean to overreact, and how he begs them not to leave because of his problem.

Rose will never leave; she likes the familiarity of her home town and the memories of the farm. (Y/N) knows she’ll never leave the farm.

The farm is extremely important to the town. It provides lots of the local strawberries for bakeries and jams. It provides the church parties to have their famous loaded mashed potatoes and potato bread. It provides Rose’s pockets with money in cold hard cash. The farm is so damn rich that it even regularly transported goods to three different states nearby.

Rose is sitting on a hill of riches supported by her family’s farm of 120 acres all the way on the edge of the small, close-knit town. The farm was passed down in Rose’s family for three generations now. The farm is so important that every inheritor must only have one child, that way the children can’t fight over the farm when the parent dies.

(Y/N) is expected to have a single child too, her mother has drilled that into her head enough. Rose always babbles on about how (Y/N) will inherit the farm when she dies. Her daughter must not be a whore and spread her legs for any boy; he must be a farmer, he must be her husband, and they must only have one child.

Rose is extremely serious about the farm, despite it being farmhands who tend to the farm. Rose doesn’t help out, she decided to become a nurse for some more money.

People think “Oh, Rose is so good, but her husband Frank is just a monster” but in actuality Rose is more of a monster than (Y/N) is.

(Y/N) spent the early years of her life locked in her damn room because of that witch. (Y/N) was forced to starve for hours to even days at a time while Frank laid unaware of what was going on to his daughter. Frank was consistently discriminated against, and constantly on his feet burning and cutting his fingers off in the auto shop, working grueling hours from open to closed because of mandatory overtime (which was actually just to drive the poor bastard out of down, or at least make him suffer for his condition “the Devil himself” gave him).

Frank had no idea the abuse and neglect (Y/N) received. (Y/N) wasn’t even aware it was abuse because she grew up like that ever since she was potty-trained.

(Y/N)’s early years revolved around watching TV, sleeping, and crying. Well, at least she had water she would drink out of the bathroom sink.

Rose spent the time working while (Y/N) was locked up, but it wasn’t uncommon for her to shove (Y/N) in that dreadful dark room just for her to neglect her duties as a parent. Anything to get out of cooking, cleaning, or spending bonding time with her daughter.

Another wave of nausea hit (Y/N) as she vomited once more. Her throat burned from her stomach acid and stomach enzymes. Her lungs hurt trying to breathe whilst her heart slammed against her rib cage. Her ears were ringing and her eyes had tears in them.

A flash and a camera shutter got her attention, causing her to spin her head around to look at the source, only for another shutter to echo in the bathroom walls as she was blinded by a bright light.

“Looks like the freak is self-purging.” A girl laughed. “This has to at least go viral on some platform. Not that you’re much to look at though.”

(Y/N) groaned, her throat aching from the vibration as she closed her eyes, cursing herself for not shutting the stall door.

“Y-you got it wrong…” (Y/N) muttered, meeting the girl’s blue eyes.

Kate’s had it out for (Y/N) for who knows how long. Kate’s been more of a bully than Ben has, and for longer too. Kate’s dad works with (Y/N)’s father Frank, and they don’t get on good terms (either because of her father’s disorder or because of Frank being given Kate’s dad’s hours for “mandatory overtime” only Frank has to do). Maybe because Kate’s dad hates (Y/N)’s father, Kate hates (Y/N)?

(Y/N)’s eyes glanced over at the girls who were with Kate. Jen and Shell; though their real names were Jenny and Shelly. They were sisters, but honestly they’re pretty irrelevant in (Y/N)’s eyes. She just couldn’t bother to care enough about them since they didn’t speak much. Their current goal in life is to piggyback off of Kate, but maybe in the future they’ll mature and go their own separate paths—that at least make’s (Y/N) a little happy for change.

“I wasn’t throwing up food. You took this out of context…” (Y/N) muttered, wiping her mouth with toilet paper.

“Right… looks like…” Kate took a few steps to the stall, standing behind (Y/N), making uncomfortable shivers crawl up her spine. “Looks like the cafeteria pizza. What? Are you saving it for dinner tonight?” Kate snarked before smiling. "I wouldn't be surprised if you were starving yourself. Everyone knows you tried to kill yourself—I think that's the best idea you've had in your miserable life."

In a small town like this, gossip gets around quick. One of her doctors or nurses were probably a parent to one of the kids here, so they let something slip. It breaches hospital code in keeping patient's confidential, but in a small town like this, there's not much consequences.

A flame of annoyance flickered in (Y/N) eyes, a boiling pit in her stomach. She stood up, dusting the rocks and dirt off her knees. She looked at Kate with distain, her eyes flickering towards Kate’s phone.

She could throw the stupid plastic flip-phone into the toilet and flush it down, but she decided against it. There were three girls against herself, so the odds of winning a fight are not in her favor at the moment. Besides, (Y/N)'s trapped inside the stall, so her escape options are limited in case she does start a fight. She could bulldoze her way between the three girls, but then again, that's three girls. She can't really crawl under the stall because someone can just grab her leg and pull her right back—so she's at a disadvantage to win a fight.

“We’re late for class.” (Y/N) sighed. “I recommend getting to class soon, otherwise Mr. Jones will throw a fit.

Kate glared at (Y/N) as she walked past them, muttering the smart words of “stupid bitch…”

(Y/N) made it out of the bathroom safely, and without a fight too.

Let them post that photo. (Y/N) thought, her footsteps echoing throughout the hallway. It’s not gonna be the end of the world. I’ve had worse.

I’ve had worse.

That’s always been the same stupid excuse she’s used whenever someone bad happens to her in life. She just can’t accept that she’s allowed to be angry, or sad, or afraid of anything; it’s always “I’ve had worse.”

She could fall down a set of stairs and ruin her science project she’s spent a month on, 70 bucks down the drain, but “I’ve had worse. At least I’m not admitted in a hospital room again.”

She could break her arm falling off one of her horse’s, but “I’ve had worse, at least I’m not starving.”

When will it be worse? What’s gonna top the next thing?

Because eventually, there’s gonna be something worse. There’s always something worse for (Y/N).

A notification pops up on her phone, prompting (Y/N) to check it.

“Online transfer: +$300”

“What the…?” she muttered, confused.

A minute later, another notification popped up.

“Withdrawal: -$300”

Ah, it must be one of her parents. Her parents has access to her banking accounts and information, so one of them must’ve accidentally sent money to the wrong account and quickly withdrew the payment.

She goes back to her classroom, receiving a stink eye from the teacher, Mr. Jones.

Mr. Jones also wasn’t a fan of (Y/N), well, more so her father. During the summer enrollment, you got to check out your classes and meet your teachers. Frank was absolutely livid to see a male as (Y/N)’s teacher. He was knocking down chairs and cussing a storm that the principal had to be brought down and threatened to call the cops if Frank didn’t leave.

It’s a miracle (Y/N) didn’t get expelled with some shitty excuse or something because of that scandal. Maybe that’s because this high school was the only one in their small town, and (Y/N) was about to graduate soon, so there would’ve been no point in trying to destroy her education when she’s so close to leaving.

“Well, look who decided to show up.” Mr. Jones spoke, placing his dry eraser marker down, halting the learning of the classroom. “Wanna tell the class what was so important that you just had to skip the first ten minutes of my class?”

(Y/N) resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She missed the days where elementary teachers would get down on your level and whisper to you so you wouldn’t get embarrassed in front of the class.

Or maybe she just wants to be coddled like a child…

“I’m sorry, sir. I had a period problem.” (Y/N) lied.

She had no shame or embarrassment, not with lying, and not talking about her body functions either. She was a human with a uterus, so if the teacher had a problem with then, then the school will too (or, at least they should).

“Oh.” Mr. Jones scoffed, not entirely convinced. “Nice save. But if it happens again next week, I’ll be onto you.”

Yeah, he wouldn’t dare go against the teaching board. Even if he did, the student body of females would protest; (Y/N) may not be the most popular, but when it comes to woman functions, girls got each other’s back.

Or they should.

“Go take your seat.” Mr. Jokes spoke.

(Y/N) walked down the row of students, jumping over Ben’s foot as he tried to trip her. She made it to her desk safely in the back of the class.

Mr. Jones assigned the seats, perhaps he assigned her in the back so he wouldn’t see her father and be reminded of her father. Or maybe he just doesn’t like her in general.

(Y/N) sat down in her seat, confused to see someone had taken the desk next to her. That desk was always empty due to how small the student body was. It was a small town after all, so there were always empty seats in classrooms.

She recognized those brown eyes—it was the boy from her church.

She was surprised. He was never in her class before until now.

She decided to look away before he caught her staring, but he was watching her to begin with, ever since she walked into the classroom.

“Hey, I’ve seen you around before.” The boy spoke, looking at her. “You’re (Y/N), right?”

Damn it. She has to talk with a boy? Out of all the other females around?

“Um… yeah…” (Y/N) nodded awkwardly. “How do you know my name?”

“We go to church together.” He smiled. “I’m Ren. Ren Itami.”

“Japanese?” (Y/N) questioned.

“Yeah. My parents moved here from Japan when they had me.” The boy, Ren, nodded.

“Cool…” (Y/N) muttered, figuring the conversation was done, before Ren spoke again.

“I just transferred classes today. My other teacher wasn’t good at teaching in a way I could understand, so it was only hindering my education.” Ren explained.

“I see…” (Y/N) hummed, not too interested in what else he had to say.

So that’s why he’s in her class now. Still, she doesn’t want to talk with him. Just talking with this guy gives her the chills, but she just can’t understand why.

A month or two has passed, (Y/N)’s not too sure how long it’s been actually, days always seem to blend together now. She goes to school, does her chores on the farm, then studies for college.

She’s been busting her ass for a nursing school she’s been dreaming to go to; the best news is that in freshmen year, the school reached out to her after she scored top grades in her biology and health classes. They offered her a fully-paid scholarship, including dorm renting and free cafeteria food!

With a scholarship like that, you’re damn right she’s studying hard.

It was passing period, the hallways bustling with students as people made their way from class to class. Some kids stopped and stared at (Y/N), much to her annoyance.

Her father had an episode in town again, muttering something about being followed by a man. He filed police reports, but they ignored him per usual as this was a case they’ve reported about before, only to be a waste of time as there’s no evidence to prove it.

Frank got angry at his reports being ignored, so he stared yelling inside the police department, which quickly remained in him spending overnight in jail until he’s calmed down and no longer a threat to himself or others. He didn’t get any charges filed against him due to his medical condition, so he got lucky.

Of course, if Frank is a nut show, then his daughter must be a nut show too. That’s the logic around this town.

Well, at least Lola and Annabelle didn’t think like that. They were (Y/N)’s true friends.

“I swear, nobody can mind their damn business anymore.” Annabelle gruffed, more annoyed about the situation than (Y/N) was.

“It’s fine, Annabelle. Things just happen.” (Y/N) spoke.

“Hey, it’s seriously not fine.” Lola scoffed. “You shouldn’t be treated like this. It’s not like you control what your dad does.”

“If anyone messes with you, I’ll punch them.” Annabelle smiled.

�� “Don’t bother…” (Y/N) hummed. “We have like… one more month until graduation. There’s no point.”

But alias, problems always seem to occur for (Y/N). As she walked down the hallway, a shoulder bumped into her roughly, causing her to stagger before turning around.

“Freak.” Ben sang, smirking as he walked by her.

“What’s his problem all the time?” Lola scoffed, glaring at the boy.

(Y/N) let out a sigh to calm her nerves, annoyed, before moving past it—but Ben wasn’t just ready to move on.

“Hey. I’m talking to you, freak.” Ben scoffed, walking back towards her.

“Leave me alone, asshole.” (Y/N) hissed.

“Make me.” Ben challenged, pushing her.

“Hey, fuck off!” Lola exclaimed, to which Ben ignored her.

“Stop. It.” (Y/N) spoke through gritted teeth, and for once, pushing him back harder.

“What the—“ Ben huffed, surprised, before he quickly pushed her with more force.

“Ben, st—“ Annabelle was cut off, shocked as (Y/N) threw a punch to his face.

“Fuck you, Ben!” (Y/N) exclaimed, shoving him away from her by using her shoulder.

Her legs shook, adrenaline and fear pumping through her veins, her fists clenching and unclenching as she realized what she just did. She’s done it now.

Ben touched the side of his face, shocked as it swelled, before his fist balled up. A crowd formed around them, watching to see what will go down, holding their flip phones in their hands.

Before he could land a punch, some stepped out of the crowd and grabbed Ben’s arm, pinning him up against the wall.

“You shouldn’t hit a lady.” The third party spoke.

“Ren?” (Y/N) questioned, surprised.

“Get off me!” Ben barked, squirming under Ren’s hold.

Ren had appeared so fast, it was like he was here the whole time.

“T-thanks.” (Y/N) spoke, taking a few shaky steps backwards, before forcing her away out of the crowd of students, making her way to the nearest trash can and throwing up.

“Ugh… damn it…” she muttered, knowing she was done for, for real this time as people recorded her.

Yep. Sounds about right for (Y/N), just her luck.

She scanned the crowd, unsure exactly what she was looking for. Her eyes met his bright brown ones, before she closed her own.

I really hate being alive… she thought.

. (Y/N) had got called into the principal’s office later that day along with Ben. Some other students were there to recall the events and explain their side of the story, including Ren.

It really didn’t matter who was at fault, both of them got suspended under the excuse: “We don’t condone any sort of violence during school premises.”

You can just say that you don’t want the backlash from the bully’s parents and their friends. (Y/N) thought to herself, but she kept that thought in the hatch.

The walk back home hurt. The whole day she had trembling legs and shaky hands, it seemed every hour she was near a trash can throwing up. She was severely dehydrated, light headed, and really just wanted to go home and cry in the shower.

It was a hot day, making the walk home worse. Because of how big her family’s farm was, she lived on the outskirts of town, making her walk longer. The town didn’t have any public transportation due to how small the town was, the buses would’ve clogged up all the morning rush hour traffic where adults try to get to work on time, so buses weren’t a thing in their town.

There was sweat dripping down her forehead, her back uncomfortably wet as her backpack dragged down her posture, and she wanted nothing more but to just give up. Give up walking, give up life—practically the same thing.

She made it to her house and unlocked the gate, seeing a figure sitting in her family’s rocking chair on the porch. The figure noticed her, before it stood up, running towards her.

(Y/N) removed her backpack straps and threw it on the ground, before running and meeting the figure, engulfing them in a hug.

“Papa.” She whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes, the sun burning the top of her head.

“Oh, (Y/N). I got a call from the school. What were you thinkin'? Fightin' against a boy? You know boys are stronger than girls!” Frank spoke, quickly letting go of her as he looked at her hands and face for any marks.

“I’m fine, he didn’t hurt me.” (Y/N) spoke. “But he started it! He pushed me first so I pushed back!”

“He touched you?” Frank gasped. “What a freak! Boys nowadays need to learn some manners and keep their hands to themselves.”

“I was so scared, Papa.” (Y/N) sniffled, wiping the tears and snot off her face.

“Oh, I bet.” Frank sighed, placing his hand on her shoulder. “Come on. Let’s go inside. There’s a fresh pitcher of tea waitin’ for you.”

(Y/N) nodded, picking her backpack up off the ground and following him back inside the house.

Her mother sat in her loveseat, watching the news on the TV. She turned her attention at the door, before motioning for (Y/N) to come over and sit on the couch across from her.

“Frank, those blueberries should be in season to now. Could you go harvest them?” Rose ordered, finding an excuse for Frank to leave.

“Sorry, sport.” Frank sighed, patting (Y/N)’s shoulder, before walking out the door.

“I got a call from your principal today…” Rose started, crossing her legs. “Do you wanna explain yourself?”

“I’m sorry.” (Y/N) started. “I got in a fight with Ben in the hallway. He pushed me, so I pushed him back, so he pushed me harder and I just got upset and punched him…”

“Jeez, (Y/N)… What are you? A animal?” Rose scoffed. “You’re a lady. You don’t hit people. And you especially don’t under the eyes of the Lord. Seriously, what’s wrong with you?”

“I was just defending myself! He’s picked on me before!” (Y/N) defended.

“So? You go to the principal’s office and report it.” Rose retorted.

“But Ma, they don’t listen to me. They don’t like our family.” (Y/N) spoke. “They think we’re cursed. Or were sinners in another life!”

“That’s nonsense. Everyone loves us. Everyone loves our products. We’re devoted followers of our Lord. How could they not love us?” Rose snapped, not seeming to believe it.

“It’s because we’re freaks, Ma!” (Y/N) exclaimed, hitting her hands on her lap. “We’re major freaks! They constantly talk bad about us! We’re always invited last for our community gatherings! Papa is always getting mandatory overtime but no payment, yet everyone else doesn’t have that overtime! We’re constantly being sneered at in public! The kids at my school harass me, but you don’t care because it doesn’t affect you!”

“(Y/N), you can go to your—“

“Do you know what they say about you, Mama?” (Y/N) questioned, her fists shaking as she spoke. “They think you’re a selfish, narcissistic, and hypocritical woman. They think you sold your soul to the devil to inherit your parents’ wealth.”

“Who?” Rose gasped, her jaw dropped.

“Everyone.” (Y/N) hissed. “They think Papa’s a freak because they don’t understand him. They don’t know what he’s going through. They think I’m a freak because I’m your daughter!”

“Well, you know what? I’ve had enough of you. You’ve been acting like a freak lately!” Rose spoke, standing up from her seat. “What’s with you? Is it that college? Is that college stressin’ you out with your studies? I told you that the city isn’t for you but you never listen to me! Is it your father’s stupid paranoid delusions? He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Don’t listen to him!”

“He knows more than you do!” (Y/N) shouted. “And that college is the only thing in my life that will keep me away from you!”

“Go to your room, now! Go straight to bed! Don’t even expect supper tonight!” Rose shouted back, her voice louder—it was always louder compared to hers.

(Y/N) had no problem with that, it’s not like that wasn’t her first time being forced to skip a meal. Besides, there's nothing too great about pre-packaged meals. Rose rarely cooks, and Frank is either always working in the auto shop or on the farm. It's been that way since she was a kid, so school lunches were basically a miracle for her when she entered school. Breakfast and lunch five days a week? That's better than no meals every day of the week! Or at least one every other day.

She quickly took her backpack with her and walked to her room, resisting the urge to slam the door shut. She shut her door (gently) and walked to the bathroom, turning on the shower faucet and stripping off her school uniform. She sat down on the shower floor, feeling more tears well up in her eyes.

“This fucking sucks…” she gritted through her teeth.

She sat there for some time, before finally getting up and washing up. She dried herself off, before picking out some pajamas and changing into them.

She walked back to her room and sat down on her bed for a while. She was tired after today’s events, all that crying and puking and yelling really got to her. She should at least drink some water, but right now she really couldn’t be bothered.

There was a knock on her door, before the door opened.

“Hey, kid. You doin’ okay?” Frank questioned, popping his head into the room.

“No… not really…” (Y/N) sighed.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he questioned.

(Y/N) took a moment to think, before nodding. “Yeah. I think so.”

Frank walked into the room, sitting down on the bed. He sat down on the edge, waiting patiently for (Y/N) to talk.

“I-I just feel so out of place…” (Y/N) sighed. “I mean, I don’t even know what I do but they hate me, and I don’t know why. I mean, I know I’m not the most prettiest or—“

“Hey, stop that.” Frank spoke up. “Don’t beat yourself up like that. You’re one of the prettiest girls out there, and that’s not just cause you’re my daughter.” Frank explained. “You’re a (L/N). We (L/N)’s may have shit luck, but you know what? We always get back up. And we know what’s true and what’s not.”

“You don’t have to be pretty to be liked. You don’t have to be anything for people to like you. It’ll come naturally over time as you meet some great people.” Frank explained. “Problem isn’t you, it’s society. You shouldn’t have to change yourself to fit societal norms, and you shouldn’t have to beat yourself up over it either. We just live in a shitty town with shitty people; but that doesn’t define society as a whole. There’s still good out there.”

“You know what they say: everythin' happens for a reason. Right now, you’re just waitin' for your moment to shine, and when you shine; you’ll be a damn star.” Frank smiled, patting her back.

“Thank you, Papa.” (Y/N) smiled.

“Now, is there anything else making you upset?” Frank questioned.

(Y/N) took a second to think about it. Everything he’s been saying was right; it’s not that she’s bad, it’s that the people in her town are so close-minded, judging people because they don’t match their beliefs or act a little different from others.

“Would you be upset if I left the farm?” (Y/N) questioned. “I’ve talked about it before, about getting a scholarship to this really good med school, but would it make you mad that I’d be leaving the farm behind? Leaving you and mama behind?”

“(Y/N), there should never be a time in your life where you have to choose between your happiness and someone else’s.” Frank spoke. “You should always choose yourself first.”

“But wouldn’t that just be that selfish?” (Y/N) questioned.

“Are you kiddin'? You’re leavin' behind thousands, maybe even millions, of dollars this farm gained over the generations!” Frank laughed. “That’s pretty selfless if you ask me.”

“Ah, you know what I mean, Papa.” (Y/N) chuckled, rolling her eyes playfully.

“Think of it this way. You’re goin' to wake up to yourself, you’re goin' to shower with yourself, you’re goin' to eat meals with yourself, you’re goin' to go to work with yourself, take spa days, go shoppin', run errands, and go back to sleep in the same bed—all with yourself. Everyone else in life comes and goes; coworkers, friends, lovers, even me.” Frank explained. “Put yourself first because it’s your life. There should never be a period in your time where you feel the need to sacrifice your happiness. If you’re not happy, you’re not livin'; you’re existin'. It’s plain and simple. It's only selfish if you're in a position to help someone in need, but you don't help them despite bein' stable to."

“I… guess you’re right, yeah.” (Y/N) nodded, smiling.

“But if you plan to have kids, then you’re gonna have to make sacrifices. You can’t just make some kids and expect that to be over, there’s a lot more than just that.” Frank chuckled. “But hey, that’s a whole other story for when you’re older. Don’t you dare be tryin' to get pregnant at your age.”

“I won’t, Papa. I promise.” (Y/N) giggled, shaking her head at her father’s antics.

She surprisingly felt a lot better now. Life didn’t feel so bad anymore, who knew a little speech was all she needed to feel better.

But in realty, it was really just her father sacrificing his positive energy to give to her. He may not be the ideal father, and he may not remember everything he does or remain in control of himself sometimes, but she knew this was her father Frank—not the monster or the sinner her town thought he was.

“I heard your mom isn’t letting you eat dinner, I can sneak some in here?” Frank suggested.

“Nah, I’m really not that hungry.” (Y/N) shook her head.

I might just throw it up anyways… she thought.

“Just making sure.” Frank chuckled. “Oh, hey. You wouldn’t happen to know where that hole in the face came from, would you?”

“What hole?” (Y/N) inquired.

“While I was harvestin' those blueberries your mom told me to fetch, I noticed a square hole in the fence, at the bottom of the fencin'. It looks like some wire pliers or somethin'.” Frank spoke. “I told your damn mom we should invest in some sturdier fencin', but she’s so persistent in wantin' that cheap fencin' that we can easily move out of the way in case we expand the farm more.” He sighed.

“No, I wasn’t aware there was a hole in the fence.” (Y/N) spoke honestly, surprised.

“Ah, must be someone tryna deal my damn chickens. Nobody is takin' Charlotte from me.” Frank huffed, crossing his arms.

Charlotte was practically Frank’s pet hen. Charlotte was born in domestically at her farm, she was smaller than the other chicks and had a white fluffy spot on her back. Charlotte has some serious attitude for something that’s easy to fry up.

“I’ll just go to town and replace the fencin' tomorrow. I don’t want any damn coyotes or foxes trying to get ‘em.” Frank sighed, before standing up from the edge of the bed.

“Thank you for talking with me, Papa. I needed it.” (Y/N) smiled.

“Hey, it’s the least I can do.” Frank smiled, before ruffling her hair, causing her to giggle.

“Night, sport. Just remember, I’m proud of you no matter what you do in life.” Frank smiled, opening her bedroom door.

(Y/N) smiled at the reassurance. “I love you, Papa.”

“I love ya too, (Y/N).” He smiled. “Get some rest now.” He spoke, before closing the door behind him.

(Y/N) crawled under her covers and smiled, glad to have talked about her feelings. She didn’t feel as alone as she did earlier.

She closed her eyes, listening to the sounds of the cicadas outside, and the snapping twigs of a bunny or raccoon nearby her window.

(Y/N) woke up feeling a bit more happier and relaxed than usual. She at least woke up in a good mood, the effects of last night's talk still lingering with her as she stood up. She did a small stretch to get her blood pumping, before walking over to her drawers to find clothes for herself. She opened up her drawers to grab a pair of socks for today, before feeling something weird.

What is that?

She pulled out a paper folded in fours, but her heart dropped when she saw red splotches on the piece. She quickly folded open the paper, reading the contents.

"My love, how utterly divine you are. I've taken care of that nuisance for you, are you proud of me? I couldn't stand how he touches you, how he wishes to harm you, when a beauty like you should be absolutely adored. He won't be a problem for you anymore, nobody will ever be a problem to you. You're like an angel, and all I wish to do is protect you from the evil in this world. I want to serve you and be your faithful prophet, your only follower. You saved me, let me save you now. See you soon, my love."

It was printed sugar paper with typed letters printed on it, and dried blood spots on the paper. That wasn't in her drawer last night, someone broke into her house.

It felt like she stopped breathing, a ringing inside her ears as her head felt fuzzy. She dropped the bloodied paper, taking a few shaky steps, before running to the bathroom and throwing up in the toilet.

You would think she'd have nothing in her stomach to throw up, but you'd be wrong. Whenever she gets scared, a nauseating feeling takes over and she can't help but empty her stomach.

She coughed and wiped her mouth with toilet paper, taking another piece of toilet paper and wiping the snot and tears off her face.

Who the hell could've sent her that note? Who the hell broke into her house and planted that?

Another thought stuck her. Just how long have they been watching her? What else is planted in her house?

That thought pushed her up off the ground, scurrying back to her bedroom. She tore her bedroom apart, searching every nook and cranny. She even went as far as to check every single clothing item she owned. She found a small microphone inside one of her ceiling light bulbs; no wonder the room looked brighter, her soft yellow lights were replaced with white LED's and she didn't even realize it! She even dismantled a part of her alarm clock, finding a small camera there. And she found another small camera in the eye of one of her old collector dolls that sat perched on her shelf.

After another trip to the bathroom to puke, she did a quick sweep around her bathroom, finding another microphone in her bathroom lightbulb and a camera inside the shower head; hence resulting in her throwing up again. She grabbed all the cameras and lightbulbs, placing them in a large ziplock bag for evidence, before placing the note in a separate ziplock bag.

(Y/N) sat on her bed for a moment, trying to wrack her brain on why this was happening. Why her? What this a nightmare? Who the hell would choose (Y/N) to stalk? It must be a sick joke, right? Nobody would write her a love confession, that's never happened in her life! She's close to nobody except Annabelle and Lola, and they would never do this! Kate hates her, and Ben's most likely still pissed off at her for punching him. There's nobody else in her life who's been around her recently except...

She grabbed her hair, tugging the ends to cope with the sick realization. It was Ren. That stupid, creepy brat with the stupid, creepy brown eyes that just bore right into her all the time. He's in her church, watching her every move like a hawk. He coincidentally transfers into her class a few months ago. He coincidentally steps in and saves her from Ben yesterday. It has to be him, there's nobody else!

Her throat was sore and burning, her eyes were exhausted and tired from crying, and she felt like she was about to tip over and faint. She opened her bedroom door, stumbling out into the hallway. Her father sat on the couch watching a baking show, while her mother sat reading a book on her loveseat. (Y/N) dragged herself into the living room, placing the ziplock bags onto the center table for them to speak.

"Papa. Mama. We need to call the police. Someone's watching me..."

The police were called down to the farm, talking to a clueless mother and father as they tried to gather evidence. The only evidence that could be found was the ziplock bags (Y/N) provided them. There were no signs of breaking in, but (Y/N) knew that was because of their own faults. They lived in a small, religious town, so everyone knew each other. They would've never expected anyone to break into their house, so it was common for people to leave their doors unlocked in their town. During the police investigation, they found a body inside the pig enclosure, the pigs feasting on the body of Ben Rivers. (Y/N) was immediately placed in custody and taken down to the police station to be questioned.

She refused to talk without a lawyer, but there weren't many lawyers inside of her small town, and her trial date was approaching rapidly. (Y/N) was being trialed for the possibility of first degree murder alongside tampering evidence, and (Y/N) was trying to file charges against Ren for stalking, trespassing, first degree murder, and frame up.

It took weeks for their small town court to final accept their case and get court hearings done. The word got around quick around town. If she felt isolated beforehand, well she certainly felt so now. As luck would have her, Ren was popular in school and in town. He actively attended and volunteered in church, he had stellar grades, and a perfect social image.

That's the only damn thing he has against her, a good social image. It's so unfair. Why is she punished for what others do? She didn't choose to be Frank's daughter, she didn't choose to be next inheritor of Rose's family farm.

Please, as if that was a good excuse, a part of it is her fault too. She was the one that tried killing herself. She was the one that sang the quietest during the church's hymens. She was the one that never bothered to stand out and do extracurricular activities like Annabelle and Lola do. By isolating herself, she's practically doomed herself in this case.

(Y/N) resisted the urge to play with her thumbs as she sat in front of the judge. She wore a white blouse with a black blazer, wearing a pencil skirt and black tights with black flats. Rose said that it would show she's sophisticated and respected, but (Y/N) felt like she was wearing the outfit to her own funeral.

She practically avoided Ren's eyes the whole session, not wanting to see what stupid "innocent" face he'll have on that damn face of his to sway the whole court. He sat in one of the seats behind her, just feeling everyone's eyes (including his) on her sent shivers down her spine. She was currently being tried for first degree murder and tampering with the evidence, but (Y/N) knows that's not true.

Surely they'll believe her, there were literally cameras and microphones in her room! There's practically nobody else that'll do this to her!

"With all the evidence and statements taken into consideration, we the court, find (Y/N) (L/N) guilty of first-degree murder."

Her heart practically dropped at that. How could this happen?

"With all the evidence and statements taken into consideration, we the court, find (Y/N) (L/N) guilty of tampering and trying to rid the body of Ben Rivers."

She tried to open her mouth to speak, but it felt like no words were going to come out. If she kept her mouth open any longer, she might just cry instead.

"(Y/N) (L/N) will serve 20 years, with no chance of parole." The judge decided. "Is there anything you wish to say, Ms. (L/N)?"

"How could you turn your back against justice?" she questioned, her bottom lip trembling. "I'm innocent. He framedme! Tell me how those cameras got into my house! How those microphones appeared!"

"According to receipts on a shopping site, you spent nearly $300 dollars purchasing two cameras and two lightbulb microphones, and had them shipped to a public park. It was purchased under your name and debit card."

(Y/N)'s face paled, her hands shaking. No, she didn't do that. Ren must've stolen it. He must've framed her!

"Around that same time, Ben Rivers, the man you killed, also happened to lose his wallet that was reported to have at least $300 in his words." The judge explained, reading a paper in their hands. "It was also during that time that you fought Mr. Rivers at your public high school, which provoked the murder. With this evidence, you not only premeditated the murder by buying the technology and trying to get rid of the body, but also tried framing the murder itself."

"B-but the note? Where did that come from?" (Y/N) questioned.

"There was no forensic evidence on the letter except for your finger oils, and the dried blood of Ben Rivers. The note was typed so you could hide your handwriting." The judge explained.

"No, no! It was typed! Anyone could've typed that! Ren could've typed that!" (Y/N) tried to fight. "Please, this was a targeted attack! Ben was murdered! Mine and my family's lives are in danger! This didn't just happen out of the blue, it was planned by someone that wasn't me! It was Ren, it has to be!"

"With the evidence of online receipts found under your name and debit card, the forensic evidence of your finger oils after you supposedly found the note in your clothing drawer, the finding of Ben Rivers body in your family farm, the previously shown hostility you've shown against Ben Rivers in the past; it is with undeniable evidence that you are guilty of murdering and hiding the body of Ben Rivers." The judge spoke. "With all this said, (Y/N) (L/N) will serve 20 years in prison, no parole. Along with this sentencing, I hereby give the verdict that Ren Itami is not guilty of first-degree murder, of trespassing, of stalking, and of tampering with evidence."

"What?! No! That needs another trial! You can't do that!" (Y/N) exclaimed.

"Court dismissed!" the judge shouted, their voice echoing throughout the courtroom.

(Y/N) sat limp, staring at the table she was seated at.

It's all over. She thought, her vision blurring with tears as her ears rang.

She could make out her father yelling in the background of the ringing, but she didn't have the energy to look.

My life is over. She thought as the judicial security forced her up out of her seat, taking her away from her family.

She stood up, tripping over her feet as security forced her away. She was able to tilt her head to look at her parents, watching as Rose covered her face with her hands; either she was crying, or she was embarrassed. Frank was standing and animated, his hands moving all around as his mouth ran, but (Y/N) couldn't hear what he was saying.

(Y/N) forced her eyes to look around the courtroom. Most people didn't even seem shocked or surprised that it was "supposedly" her who killed Ben Rivers. A few emotional people cried, others filing out of the courtroom. She saw Annabelle and Lola here with their families, the girls' expressions looking betrayed and in disbelief.

She saw the family of Ben Rivers there. His little siblings sobbed, and his mother covered her mouth as she cried. The father was trying to comfort Ben's mother, but his eyes stared at her with nothing but hatred.

No, don't look at me that way. She thought. I didn't do it. I didn't!

He just needs some guidance. They all just need some guidance to know it wasn't her. It wasn't her!

She finally saw the man that put her in this position, her eyes meeting his bright brown ones. His black hair covered his eyes, but she knew damn well he was looking at her. His disgusting, blood-soaked hands were patting the shoulder of one of Ben's siblings.

No! Don't let him touch them, Ms. Rivers. She thought. Don't let him kill your other children too, Mr. Rivers!

She was led through door, before the security slammed the court door shut, leading her down a hallway where a police car awaited to take her to prison.

One week here, and she could barely get out of bed. She was taken to the town's small prison. There weren't toomany people here, so she was able to get her own cell. At least she wouldn't be sharing a cell with a freak.

Oh, who is she kidding? She'd be the freak they'd be cellmates with.

She stared at the food on the ground, not wanting anything to do with it. It's not even that it looked unappetizing, it's that she had absolutely no strength to eat.

Her life was over, everything she looked forward to in her future no longer existed. She was going to get out of this town, run away from the farm's responsibilities and inheritance, find a place that could accept her no matter who her family was, go to college, become a pediatric nurse and help other kids like her and more. Somewhere in that future, she could even get a chance at a happy relationship.

But that's over now. Nobody is going to love her now. Nobody is going to accept her now. When she gets out of jail, she'll be at least almost 40. How is somebody going to accept a convicted murderer, whether they did it or not? Who is really going to believe her? Jobs will turn her down, she'll be lucky to even score a job at a fast food joint.

It's all over now, so she might as well just die. Starve herself away. Or, at the very least, she'll try to the best of her abilities. Sooner or later, the guards will take her to the medical-treatment room, and they'll force a tube down her nose or mouth and feed her some crappy nutritional supplement whether she wants it or not. After that, she'll go to her cell, and she'll stick her finger down her throat and force all of that disgusting crap out of her body, speeding up her dehydrating process and just finally die. The only reason she's been drinking water is because it hurts to breathe without a moist throat. At least after a while, the starvation slowly stops to hurt, but dehydration just feels worse in her opinion.

There was a bang on her cell's bars but (Y/N) couldn't bother to look over, staring at the ceiling as she rested on her bed.

"Hey, (L/N). You got a visitor!" the guard spoke, though she really couldn't care.

She didn't bother responding to them, staying in the same spot as she refused to talk.

"If you don't get up, we'll just bring them here." The guard persisted, though (Y/N) remained uncaring.

She heard the guard's footsteps fade away, at least ten minutes going by as she listened to other inmates talking and screaming, some banging on their cells angrily.

Can't you fools tell it's pointless? (Y/N) thought.

She wondered how many others were here innocently. This whole damn situation, being in jail, nobody believing her; she was almost convinced that she was a sleeper agent. Or at least, she was guilty but couldn't remember. Why else would people not listen to her?

Footsteps echoed down the hallways, before they stopped in front of her cell. She mentally rolled her eyes, not having the energy to do so in person.

"Hello, (Y/N)." A voice spoke, almost smugly as they stood at her cell. "Did you miss me?"

(Y/N) immediately scrambled up from her spot, getting dizzy and falling on the ground for a few seconds, but she forced her way up off the ground and ran to the prison bars.

"Y-" she tried to speak, but her voice was hoarse.

She quickly ran to her table and grabbed a water bottle, practically chugging the whole thing before wiping her mouth. She ran back to the cell's bars, staring at them.

"Y-you son of a bitch!" she shouted, her voice raspy as she forced her hands through the bars and grabbed the collar of their shirt, slamming them up against the bars. "How dare you show your face to me? I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"

"My, how hostile. I'm just doing you a favor too!" he laughed.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Ren? What are you doing here?!" she shouted. "Was it not enough? Was ruining my life not enough for you?!"

"Calm down, my love. I'm not looking to harm you, honestly this all was my mistake." Ren laughed.

My love? My love? As in, the nickname that bloodied confession letter said?

So it was Ren. (Y/N) thought, almost sickeningly gleeful despite all the damage he's caused to her.

At least she knows she's not completely crazy.

"Fuck you and your mistakes." She hissed, her grip tightening on his collar. "I'll never forgive you for this."

"So feisty." Ren smiled. "I'm actually bailing you out. Shouldn't you be glad?"

"Bailing... me out?" she questioned, confused. "Why did you even get me in here in the first place?! Do you understand how damaged my reputation is now?!"

"Oh, please. It's not like it was good to begin with." He chuckled, causing her to glare at him. "I didn't mean for you to be held accountable for murder. Really, it was an honest mistake. I was just trying to cover my tracks, I didn't mean for that pesky body to have you end up in jail. It's a shame a pest like him is still causing you problems even after he's dead."

"Why didn't you just admit to the murder? Why did you have to involve me into it?" she questioned.

"Well, if I was in jail, I wouldn't be able to see you anymore, silly!" he laughed, his hands reaching out and holding her wrists as she held his collar. "You have such soft, delicate hands. An angel like you shouldn't be trapped in a nasty cage such as this."

"It wouldn't be so soft and delicate when I bash your head into the wall!" she hissed, ignoring his angel comment as she ripped her hands away from him, a new wave of anger hitting her as he had the audacity to touch her after everything he's done.

"Well now, I had to make sure you learned your lesson. I was originally going to let you have a month here in prison—but ah, but I couldn't stay separated from you for that long." He sighed longingly. "I figured a week must be enough for you to learn your lesson! I'm glad I came sooner though, it looks like you've been starving yourself!"

I would rather stay a month here and starve than after to see you. She thought, annoyed.

"You've learned your lesson, right?" he questioned.

"Die sooner?" she spoke sarcastically.

"I do love your humor dear, but now is not the time." He smiled.

"What? Not to cross you or some crap?" she scoffed, crossing her arms.

"Bingo! Aren't you so smart?" he cooed, his hands holding the cell bars as she backed up from him.

"Fuck off. I might as well just rot away here. My life is over now." She hissed, turning her head away from him.

"Oh, no. See, it doesn't work like that!" he smiled. "Whether you like it or not love, you're still being bailed out! So, you can either come with me, or live in the streets! Aren't I a better option?"

I'd rather be the next Oscar the Grouch than go anywhere he's going. (Y/N) thought to herself.

"So? What will it be?" Ren questioned.

"I want to be bailed out." (Y/N) responded. "And I want food."

"Sure, that can be done." Ren smiled. "Just as long as you promise one thing?"

"What is it?" she questioned, glaring at him suspiciously.

"Graduation is near. As soon as we graduate, I want you to come live with me and become my wife. We'll move out of state and have our own family! Unless you want to wait for kids, we can do that too." Ren smiled, as if the idea wasn't crazy.

"Excuse me?" she questioned.

"Yeah, kids are a bit too soon, huh?" Ren nodded, as if agreeing with an idea she didn't even say.

"I said excuse me! Not even a first date or something?" she spoke, shocked.

Well, she shouldn't expect much class from the guy that put cameras and microphones inside her bathroom and bedroom.

"On the way home we'll grab that lunch I promised you. Consider it a lunch date." He smiled.

(Y/N) resisted the urge to roll her eyes, before eventually agreeing. "Okay..." she nodded. "If you bail me out and get me lunch, I'll be your wife..." she spoke, her legs shaky at just the thought of actually agreeing to this ridiculous request.

It can't be that bad, right? It's better than 20 years in prison, right?

"Oh, good! I was worried I'd have to bail you out and kidnap you on the streets! That would be quite the hassle to try and hide you!" Ren laughed giddily. "I'll be right back! I'll go pay and have the guards unlock the cell for you! I even brought you an outfit!"

"Great..." (Y/N) muttered, not even bothering to force a smile.

(Y/N) looked around her cell for anything she wanted to take, but there was nothing that wasn't hers. She watched as the prison guard opened the door for her, a hateful glare on his face.

Understandably so, he's under the impression that she's a murderer of a teenage boy, and now she's being paid out of jail. No wonder he would stare at her in disgust, even if the true killer was the one standing right next to him.

(Y/N) stepped out of the cell, being handed a bag from Ren.

"There's some private bathrooms here, we can find one for you to change in." Ren explained.

(Y/N) nodded, silent as she followed Ren. They found a bathroom for her to change into, much to (Y/N)'s relief as she doesn't want to change inside of a cramped car with her stalker. Ren opened the door for her, about to walk in with her before she stopped him.

"Excuse me? No. I can change by myself." (Y/N) scoffed, stopping him with her arm.

"Hm? Why?" he questioned. "It's not like I haven't not seen any part of your body."

"Don't remind me, creep." (Y/N) hissed, a shiver running up her spine as he reminded her of the cameras. "You stay out! I'll just change really quick!"

"Fine, whatever you want." Ren sighed, disheartened.

(Y/N) closed the door behind her, triple-checking to make sure it was locked. She opened the bag that Ren gave her, mentally groaning at the outfit he chose.

She put on the outfit reluctantly, before grabbing the brush he left in the bag for her. She brushed out her hair, looking at herself in the mirror. She wore a white mid-thigh length sundress that Ren gave her, with strawberry patterns printed on the cloth, and frilly off-shoulder sleeves. She put on white flats that he left in the bag for her, and she refused to wear the questionable lace panties and matching bra. The outfit was cute, but she didn't like knowing it was something her stalker got for her. She'll probably throw the dress away in the trash later.

She walked out of the bathroom, looking at Ren.

"Ah, look at you! You look adorable!" Ren cooed. "Spin for me."

"No." (Y/N) stated firmly, a flash of annoyance crossing her face at his audacity.

"Maybe next time." He laughed, before leading her to an office area.

He signed her out, and (Y/N) shortly received her personal items they held onto. She had the outfit she came to the prison with, along with her phone. She checked her phone's battery, seeing it was at 0%. The battery must've slowly been draining while she was held here.

"Ready to go, my love?" he questioned, holding his hand out for her.

"Die." She snapped, walking past him.

How could he act like this? How could he act like he did nothing wrong after he broke into her house and placed cameras and microphones into her private living space? How could he have the audacity to make her take his fall, then bail her out and tell she must've learned her lesson.

Of course she's learned. She's learned that she's going to get as far away from him as possible, no matter what. It doesn't matter when, one day, she'll escape him. Like hell she'll be his wife.

Ren laughed at her hostility, making a comment about "how cute she is when she's upset." He was acting as if he was dealing with a fussy toddler.

Ren guided her to his car, causing her to halt and rethink her decisions. She was going to be alone in an enclosed space with a man, a man who has done nothing but destroy her life. Ren looked at her expectantly, refusing to get in the car until she does first.

He's making sure he can quickly catch her if she tries to run from him.

(Y/N) sighed, before hesitantly opening the car door and getting in, closing the door. She tested the door handle to see if it'd open, but it was child-locked, she realized. If she wanted out of the car, Ren would have to unlock the doors and walk around to open the door for her.

Damn it, he's smart.

(Y/N) frowned, watching as Ren hopped inside of the driver seat. He turned the car on and smiled at her, opening his mouth to speak, before she interrupted him.

"Food." She spoke, buckling her seatbelt for safety (even if she would rather be in a car accident instead of hanging out with her stalker).

Before he could question where or what, she added on.

"Steak. Go to a steakhouse." She ordered, crossing her arms.

"You seem to know what you want." He chuckled, smiling.

"I haven't eaten in a week. Now drive." She snapped.

"Whatever you want." Ren hummed, pulling out of the parking lot and driving.

She looked around Ren's car, not noticing anything out of the ordinary except for the man himself.

"So, what do you see in me?" she questioned.

"Excuse me?" he questioned.

"ExCuSe Me." She mocked, let out a scoff of disbelief. "You heard me, jackass. You stalked me. You killed Ben. Why?"

"Let's save that for our wedding vows, yeah?" Ren smiled. "Don't worry. You won't have to wait long."

(Y/N) looked over at him nervously, before letting out a defeated sigh, instead focusing her attention outside of the window to avoid his predatory gaze.

Just like he promised, he returned her back home after paying for lunch. He requested for her to keep him bailing her out as a secret, to which she hesitantly agreed.

(Y/N) returned to her family's farm, rushing inside and hugging her father and mother. She made up a stupid lie saying that her good behavior let her get released, though they probably knew that wasn't the truth; however, they certainly didn't care if it was the truth or not.

Everything might've seemed resolved now, but that was far from the case. The news of (Y/N) being convicted and released made the news and headlines. It was (Y/N)'s first day of school and she sat in the bathrooms during lunch, hiding away from the rest of the world in the stall.

Annabelle and Lola are no longer her friends. "We can't be friends with a murderer, whether you say you did it or not, the evidence leads to you." they told her. There wasn't a Ben to try and push her in the hallways, or to try and trip her in biology class. Mr. Jones couldn't even come up with a dry comment to say to her.

It seemed like everyone was busy taking pictures or recording her. There were pictures of her mugshot taped onto her locker, and newspapers with the highlighted words "murderer" taped on it too. There were posts on social media questioning why she was back and how they could let a murderer escape.

She would rather be known as a freak than a murderer any day.

And the worst part? People sympathized with Ren. They were whispering about how sorry they were that he had to see the girl who "tried" to accuse him of killing Ben and stalking (Y/N).

It hurt losing her best friends from middle school. It hurt losing her social image, even if it wasn't much. It hurt being an accused murderer. It hurt hearing the rumors that her family's wealth and connections to the Devil is how she got out of prison.

It hurt being known, but not known at the same time.

She constantly looked at the posts the media had of her. She didn't know how to feel; angry, sad, disappointed, afraid? People are just making assumptions of what they heard and know, they don't know that Ren is the real murderer tormenting her. They don't know anything.

People whispered in the hallways and classes about her.

"I heard that she tried framing Ren because he rejected her confession."

"I heard she was the killer all along. I mean, who gets a love letter placed in their drawers and doesn't know about it? Sounds pretty suspicious."

"She got bailed out because of her mommy's money. She can't even accept responsibility for her own crimes."

"She sure looks like a killer, all quiet and creepy. I didn't even know who she was until now."

Even if Ben's bullying stopped, Kate's didn't. She only got more physical. What used to be verbally assaults was replaced with milk spilt on her head and cigarette burns on her scarred arms.

When will it be enough? She questioned the universe.

Never.

But the worst part? God, the worst part must be that bastard's face. (Y/N) constantly checked her room everyday to make sure there were no cameras or light bulbs, so Ren gave up trying to install more. Even though he stopped his 24/7 supervision of her, he constantly visited her at night, keeping her up by knocking at her window until she opened it so that he could talk her ear off about how pretty she was, and how excited he was to be her husband, and how close graduation was coming until he'd take her away from here.

He kept writing his stupid confession letters to her, about how much of an "angel" she was, and how utterly divine her beauty was. He used sugar paper to write on, and he used a dark red ink pen to write with. It was like he was taunting her by choosing red, reminding her of the spilt blood that stained the first confession he gave her. It was like he was reminding her that nobody believes her, that in everyone else's eyes she killed Ben.

She would grab the letters and burn them on her father's grill outside. It didn't matter trying to prove herself with the letters, nobody would believe her anyways. All she cared about was tearing the papers, stomping them on the ground and burning them into embers that flew in the air. Even burnt paper was more free than her. She wanted to destroy the evidence of Ren in her life. She wanted to destroy his love for her, but he just wouldn't give up.

Even her own mother believed she was a murderer. Rose told her one day while doing the dishes that she should be ashamed of herself, and that she should've at least tried blaming the murder on someone who was more less known and a weirdo. Rose couldn't dare think that Ren did such a thing, not when Ren was such a respectful boy who attended church and participated in volunteer work. At least her father believed her, but it felt like he always had to remind her what happened, to never go outside alone, to never leave the farm. She wasn't even sure if her father actually believed her, or if he was mixing his persecutory delusions when he experienced episodes into (Y/N)'s life. It drove her mad, she felt her already poor mental health deteriorating into something worse.

The church kicked out her entire family from ever stepping foot on the premises. Not only was she isolated from her hometown, friends, and society; but not even church would wash away the "sins" she committed.

Her grades were slipping. Her studies were failing. Her sanity was dropping.

Everything just looked like a weapon for her to use against herself or another.

Why should she eat food? Why should she drink water? Why should she take a shower? Why should she live?

One week before graduation. One week before Ren would whisk her away from this hell of a town, and give her a new hell as his wife.

She was admitted into the hospital for a stomach pump and to sew up her wrists after having another failed suicide attempt. It's been a couple years since she last tried to kill herself, but after all the events that happened, it only seemed like the most reasonable thing to do. She had tried overdosing on pills and cutting deep into her wrists so she could bleed out, but her father came home from work early. He made it a habit to always checked up on her after work, so when he saw her unconscious on the ground with blood on her arms and empty pill bottles around her body, he grabbed Rose and made her apply a towel and pressure to (Y/N)'s wrists while he sped through town to get her to the ER. She made it out alive, much to her dismay.

She sucked at living. She sucked at trying to find happiness. She sucked at trying to die. Wasn't there anything she was good at except being a punching bag?

The hospital made her take multiple tests during her time there. She had to answer a lot of paper tests asking about her health, and she had to take tests involving her nervous system. She was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, exactly what her father has and is why he's shunned from society. She was also diagnosed with manic depression as a follow-up for her bipolar disorder.

It clicked in her head then and there. She'll never be fine. She'll never escape these emotions. She'll always be a freak, and the daughter of a freak. She'll always be the daughter codependent on mommy's money. The realization made her sob, try to suffocate herself with her pillow. She was placed under suicide watch inside the hospital, and she was kept for three days, when the doctors finally decided to let her go.

As always, word got around in school, and more rumors spread. The constant whispers, the constant feeling of eyes watching her, they were all looking at her, they were all watching her just like Ren. It was too much.

Why was she being punished for simply just existing? Even when she tries to take her life, they still look down on her.

She had her scholarship to her dream med school denied after the newspaper headlines made way to them. They sent an email about how they couldn't accept a mentally ill scholar to care for others in need. All the other colleges she applied for wouldn't accept her either.

Everything was taken from her now. She had absolutely nothing to look forward to now. How can you possibly live if you have nothing to live for?

Ren was knocking at her window again tonight. Tomorrow was graduation, tomorrow was going to be her final day free from him.

Go away. She pleaded. Please, just leave me alone.

After one too many knocks on her window, she finally walked over to the window, ripping it open and jumping out the window, tackling him and pulling down to the ground. She got up on top of him and started punching his face.

"Fuck you, Ren! Fuck you! You ruined my future! You ruined my life!" she cried, her fists hitting anything on his face, before it hurt too much to punch him anymore.

When her fists stop hitting him, he looked up at her with a sickeningly sweet smile.

"My love, I'm so proud of you for communicating your feelings with me." He cooed, his hands moving up and holding her shaking hands.

"I want to die. I want to die." She cried, her figure shaking as tears dropped on his bloodied face.

"So that's where these scars came from..." Ren muttered, running his fingers along her stitches. "My love, why must you cut your wings? If you cut too deep, you'll lose your ability to fly!"

"I don't wanna fly. I just want to die." She spoke through tears.

"I never wanted you to waste a drop of your blood. I only want mine to spill..." he spoke, his fingers going from her arms to her thighs, trying to soothe her, but the feeling only made her feel worse.

"Don't touch me! I'll kill you!" she shouted.

It’d be such an honor dying by your hands. To feel your skin on mine. Please, tell me how you’ll kill me? Will it be slow or long? Use me as you wish and dispose of me!” he laughed, taunting her as he fed into her fantasies, as if the idea was actually entertaining to him.

No. She doesn't want to kill him. She doesn't want to touch him if he'll just enjoy it and act like a masochistic freak. She just wants him to disappear from her life.

"Please, please just let me go. Please just let me die. I can't. I can't do this." (Y/N) begged. "Just let me go. Please."

"I'm sorry, but you're mine, angel. I can't live without you." He frowned. "Finders keepers."

(Y/N) cried, slapping his hands off her thighs. She stood up off his bleeding figure, climbing back into her bedroom window.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight, my love!" he smiled, blood leaking out of his mouth.

She ignored his words, shutting her window and locking it. She walked to her bathroom and washed her hands off in the sink, before crawling into her bed and crying herself to sleep.

It was graduation day, but she felt anything but excited. It's not like a high school diploma would fix everything in her life.

However, depending on how she plays this out, she just might be able to escape this.

She received her diploma on stage, with little to nobody except her parents clapping (Ren was in line, but he wasn't going to clap for the girl who "tried to frame him for murder"). She quickly exited the stage, sneaking out of the ceremony and running out to the parking lot. She hopped into her car and drove away.

For weeks she's planned this out. She sold her phone and laptop in case there was any tracking malware installed by Ren, buying a new phone and laptop. She gave her parents her phone number and told them not to give her number to absolutely anyone. She checked all over her car, inside and outside, looking at every nook and cranny inside the engine and outside for any airtags or tracking devices. She packed up all her clothes and important essentials, putting them in luggage and shoving it into her car. She closed all her old bank accounts and opened new ones now that she was 18, bank accounts her family or nobody else could access, transferring all her money into said accounts. She only had a few hundred bucks, and she refuses to stoop so low as to ask her parents for money (she does not want to be indebted to Rose). She said her goodbyes to her parents this morning, knowing she won't see them after the graduation. She even found Ren's car in the parking lot before the ceremony and slashed all his tires so he couldn't drive after her.

She didn't know where she was driving, but she was driving away from her hometown, from her family, and from Ren. She'll find a new home, and she'll learn to be happy there. She'll live inside of her car until then, and she'll search for a job until she can eventually save up money for a place.

Weeks went by as she drove in and out states, looking for a place to settle. She slept on the side of the roads, and picked up cheap food from any gas station or fast food joint she could find. She would use free wi-fi from those fast food joints or public places, and she would take showers in the public showers of trucker gas stations (she would wear socks during her showers though, like hell she'll contract ringworm or any other fungi).

Living homeless was uncomfortable and downright scary, but she felt it was better than being Ren's wife.

A month into her escape, she received a sketchy email from a supposed learning institution. The supposedly email basically summed up to them being notified that you were looking for a med school, but because of your recent arrest charges, you can't get into any schools. The institution is offering to accept her into their school under any medical degree and skill due to the fact their school doesn't accept discrimination of any kind.

It was extremely sketchy, it even had a poster of a doctor recommending euthanasia for suicidal people (honestly she could use that).

But it was something? If she actually got a degree from these guys, then she could really get her life back on track! Get a job! Become a pediatric nurse! She could actually make something out of herself and be happy on her own!

She responded back to the email, surprised to see the email reply not even ten minutes later. The email came with a short "thank you", followed by an address a few states away. (Y/N) gathered her items and walked out of the dining establishment, hopping into her car and putting on a GPS to follow the address.

This was her future, wherever it will lead her, it must at least be better than Ren.

(Y/N) woke up from her sleep, tired and disoriented. She felt a warm presence holding her, and looked up to see Andrew. Andrew's hand was placed on her head, his other arm wrapped tightly around her body, holding her close in a protective manner.

(Y/N) tried to carefully sneaking out of his hold, but it was to no use. She didn't want to wake him up, so she just resorted to lying there. She looked at her clock, noticing it was 8 A.M, far earlier than she'd like to be up by.

She looked over at Andrew and smiled. It's funny how she enjoys this practical stranger's company far more than she enjoyed Ren's, but I guess the difference between them is Ren was a stalker who didn't have any boundaries, and Andrew wasn't.

(Y/N) mentally gushed over his handsome face, resisting the urge to giggle as she saw drool on his lips.

What? She's allowed to mentally enjoy the peaceful sight. Who cares if he's a murderer staying with her rent free and she murdered his sister. She doesn't have many peaceful things in her life, shut up and let her enjoy this moment before her life goes to hell once more!

She remembered that her parents had spent the night, and that (Y/N) had express-shipped a package today for Andrew.

(Y/N) groaned, closing her eyes for a second before reopening them. She placed her hand on Andrew's arm, shaking him until he woke up.

"Uh... (Y/N)?" Andrew muttered, sleepily. "Something wrong...?"

"Morning, sleeping beauty." (Y/N) teased. "Ready to start today? We have a bunch of shopping to do."

"To spend a day with you? I'm honored." Andrew hummed sarcastically, before reaching his hand out and touching her cheek, gently pinching and tugging it. "Let's get today started, bedhead." He smirked, before ruffling her messy hair.

Hello, my stars! I know Andrew didn't show up in this like, at all, but don't worry, chapter 8 will have tons of Andrew. I'll make it up to y'all by doing a cute little date with Andrew and (Y/N), where cute, wholesome things happen. Nothing bad.

Chapter 7 is done! Phew! This was probably the fastest I've ever written a chapter for you guys. I've just had a lot of free time this week and I felt really motivated to do this chapter, so I'm glad it's out! Chapter 8 has most of its outline work done, so now it's just the matter of getting to write it! The series is starting to wrap up, but I think it probably won't end until chapter 10-12 (no promises though).

I also know that Andrew wasn't (was barely) in this chapter. I wanted to do a chapter of (Y/N)'s backstory, but I didn't expect it to get so long... I just didn't want to half-ass it. It was better separating the chapters after all though!

Don't worry, chapter 8 will have tons of Andrew. I'll make it up to y'all by doing a cute little date with Andrew and (Y/N), where cute, wholesome things happen. Nothing bad. Thank you all for reading!

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eyedrateanatomy · 2 months ago

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could you talk about radford and kevin. as a ship or as friends i do not care. just talk about anything about them ....

kevin and radford are squidward and spongebob. or is that kevin and streber... if you fused streber and radford youd get spongebob

but anyways radford is always dragging kevin around getting him to do shit like playing pingpong or driving around in an empty parking lot listening to loud music. i think theyre both obsessed with arcade games, some games only kevin can win, some games only radford can win. they will argue about this during the walk home and almost beat each other senseless over it

radford truly does respect kevins space, he needs a lot of it and he will help him whenever and however he can. but sometimes he sees kevin hesitating to get in at the edge of the pool and pushes him in without warning. kevin slaps him with a towel once he gets out. they still make each other laugh easily, especially kevin who i absolutely believe has an obnoxious snorty laugh

they love watching horror movies together as well, (kevin thinks theyre lame but does get genuinely scared by them. hes grabbing radford So Tight during) kevin often finds himself telling radford to stop laughing so loudly and even has to help him order food at the theater, cause radford either cant make up his mind or cant understand that neither of them have the money to buy everything he wants

eventually kevin just orders for him and radfords like Yesss this is just what i wanted!!! <- its the same thing he ordered for him last time

oh my god wait do you know lola and bugs from the looney tunes show. thats radford and kevin

radford likes it when kevin goes absolutely ballistic, he wants him to externalize his pent up feelings of rage so he doesnt break something at work. he and kevin once had a good old fashioned brick fight to help with this, rick had to be there to pull kevin off if he got too crazy. he did. radford got a concussion

kevin lets radford recommend any movies to him, since kevin just autoplays whatevers on netflix when he gets home. its a lot of what radford likes and kevin always has to tell him to stop throwing popcorn at the screen whenever a character does something stupid

he learned through this that radford is extremely easy to please, that boy will watch the worst shit imaginable and pull out his laptop to give the movie 5 stars on imdb. he got radford Sharknado 2 for his birthday and radford literally cried with joy

#spooky month

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simplyjake · 9 months ago

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Enha hyungs with filo!reader

summary: meeting the fam and visiting the philippines with your lovely boyfriend!

a/n: this is VERY self indulgent yall. im filo-american

i think its fully gn!reader.. let me know of any mistakes!

Heeseung

All da titas LUV hee

Girl atp during your family parties

You enter and ur man isnt with you

“Anako where is your boyfriend”

Like damn my bad tita i thought you wanted to see me more

Yk… your niece/nephew

The younger kids love him

Hes the life of the party

This goes without saying but you teach him a lot of tagalog

Or whatever dialect you speak!

You taught him putangina mo and he hasnt stopped saying it since omg

“Yo jake”

“Hmm?”

“Putang ina mo”

LOLLLLL

You teach him how to make your favorite meals

I think heeseung would really enjoy bibingka

Though let me just say

Good luck getting your man back during a party fr like

If hes not doing karaoke w the titas, hes playing mahjong with the uncles, if not them your older cousins steal him to game and the young kids love playing house with him

And once you found him with one of your cousins babies in the room as he sings them to sleep

like which one gave him that baby please..

Jay

Okay so jay

When you brought him to the philippines for the first time

Pookie LIVED at the mall of asia let me tell you

Like honey we still gotta do everything else

Jay would love baguio too

Doesnt even care if they are over paying him for the taho he LOVES IT

“Jay pls stop talking to them in english theyre overcharging u”

“Womp womp i dont care this street food is fire”

Did he fr just womp womp you…

He said this after getting said taho

You made sure he knew how to bless the elderly before you meet everyone

And he makes sure he does it to all the lolas and lolos in your family!

Hes just in awe with the country and how pretty it is

He asks your parent how to cook some of your fav dishes

Just so he can make it at home whenever you feel homesick

He actually had to buy a THIRD luggage for yall cus he would not stop buying souvenirs and clothes when you went.

I think jays fav filo dish would be balatong idk

I dont make the rules

Tbh i kinda do

Anywho

After the trip jay has a talk with you

He really wants to have a house there for whenever you visit and have it be next to your family home :( so cute

Makes plans to propose at your favorite place in the ph!!

Jake

Ok jake

The titos LOVE jake

Honorary filipino of the family fs

Your younger girl cousins are all over him HELP

“Can i have my man back”

“No.”

“You heard them y/n, i guess i have to stay with her”

Oh hes sick

Constantly offered your lola to help cook

She said no plenty of times but he wouldnt take no for an answer!

You took him to visit paoay

LOVED IT THERE

Jollibees number one fan

LIVES for the pineapple quencher got it anytime he ordered

Hesitant on the cheese and ube pie

Ended up buying like two during the visits

Jake love love loves igado

Its now one of his favorite dishes

His fav dish tho was the empanadas by the small shop near your house

After the trip he is now officially in the gc u nd ur cousins have

He was already planning your next trip back

Even though youre halfway through this one

Like babe let's maybe finish this before anything else ok?

Sunghoon

Since hes a bit on the quieter side

Hed be a bit awkward meeting everyone first

If you're in a filo family yk how they are when you bring a man home oml..

But in the end

He fits in well with your family fr

Also hot take

I think sunghoon loves balut

I cant remember if any of the enha members have tried it before so forgive me

But i just feel he woul enjoy it the most

Loved the beach trips you and him would take

He buys the silly “I love the Philippines” shirts

Gets a few little trinkets to display around the house

Became friends with your tourist guide

Now they follow each other on facebook

Based off true events

Talkative s/o and bf who listens

You tell him all about the history of the places you visit

And he looks at you absorbing all the info you tell him

#enhypen #enha #enha x reader #enhypen imagines #enha imagines #heeseung #jay park #park jongseong #jake sim #sim jaeyun #park sunghoon #heeseung x reader #jay park x reader #jake sim x reader #sunghoon x reader #enhypen reactions #enhypen x reader

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redhairedwolfwitch · 2 years ago

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Engaged To Her Goalie - Clàudia Pina x Reader

A/n: the next part of the Score A Goalie universe... enjoy! (next part will take a while)

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March was a blur. You got ill, you got your car from Madrid, you may have given some of your Atleti teammates your illness too. Your fiancee sprained her ankle. Cata Coll returned to the pitch in the 75th minute against Valencia, and you refused to take your time in Barcelona for granted.

Having recovered from whatever bug you caught, you worked hard to improve your skills, wanting to make an impact with either Barcelona, or Atleti. You wanted to prove something you already knew, and Pina knew it too. You deserved to be first choice for a team, not fifth choice now that Cata was back for Barcelona. You didn’t notice at first, but with Cata back, Meritxell wasn’t on the squad lists anymore, and you were already aware that you weren’t on the Champion’s League squad list.

That didn’t matter however, since your fiancee was now sporting a leg brace after spraining her right ankle, taking her out of the Valencia game, and the upcoming quarter final games too. This meant that she was up in the stands watching whilst you sat on the bench talking with Gemma, or watching the away game against Roma together.

“Stop celebrating Roma defending us!”

“I’m sorry but Roma’s goalie! It’s only 1-0, she’s on fire! Definitely the player of the match!” You declared, even with Pina’s unamused look on her face at that, even more so when she found out you were right. Roma’s goalie had been player of the match.

Whilst your fiancee was missing the El Clásico between Barcelona and Real Madrid, you were the one selected to warm up with Sandra instead of Cata, confusing you at first but you’d take any opportunity to touch the grass on the pitch nowadays.

Your fiancee was in the stands with Alexia and Mariona, the El Clásico occurring at the Johan Cruyff Estadi, but Camp Nou was next week for the second leg.

You couldn’t sit still, watching as yellow cards were given, substitutions were made at halftime, Ingrid and Ana both coming to listen to the commentary that you and Gemma had going on. Back and forth banter, the goalkeeper union at Barcelona was strong.

You hadn’t meant to fall out of your seat, standing up to see the results of Athenea’s yellow card and Rolfö’s penalty kick, but as you went to sit back down, you missed the seat entirely. Your squeak got the bench’s attention as you scrambled to get up from where your butt had hit the ground.

“Stress of the penalty?” Ingrid asked, half joking but you shrugged.

“Penalties suck, I used to practise them so many times with Lola back at Atleti. I used to be terrified of them, now? I hate watching them but want to get the penalty over with.” You explained, fiddling with your gloves. You were supposed to get new gloves with Barcelona, with your number for the loan club, but you kept your Atleti gloves on you instead.

Atleti held a piece of your soul, but Clàudia held another piece. You were tied to two Spanish cities in one way or another, but neither of the clubs were really fighting for you in a way you wanted to be fought for. Clàudia fought for you in a way Barcelona and Atleti did not. Atleti were focussed on only starting Lola, and Barcelona had more than enough goalkeepers.

The energy from Camp Nou was nothing like you had ever felt before. You weren’t on the squad list for the Champions League games, but you got to sit in the stadium with Barcelona’s injured players.

Sitting with Clàudia on your right, you rested your arms on the railing, looking past her to see Mariona, and then Alexia with a fierce look on her face. You and Cata had gotten to take turns stopping Alexia’s shots since she’d joined group training again.

“She’s less scary when she’s smiling.” You murmured, resting your chin on Clàudia’s shoulder for a moment, your lips brushing her ear before you leaned back, gesturing to Alexia at the end of the row.

“She is not scary.” Clàudia raised an eyebrow, whispering back to you so Mariona wouldn’t overhear.

“She and Jenni were so protective over you, it was scary. Also, she’s fully aware this plaster has been on too long for a ‘pancake flipping accident’.” You admitted, running your thumb over your left ring finger in thought, but Clàudia just smirked, nudging you as the music began to play, and the players started to walk onto the pitch.

The second leg match against Roma went very differently from the first leg, three goals up by halftime, you were in awe of everything, especially Mapi’s goal. You knew of Vicky Losada, and her history, so your heart ached as she was subbed off for Roma at the start of the second half. Asisat’s goal came in the same minute as the substitution.

Patri scored next, and you were half celebrating for Barcelona, half wincing for the Roma goalie, even as Clàudia elbowed you at your squeak when Roma got a goal back, taking away Barcelona’s clean sheet.

It was impossible to be quiet in a Barcelona match, but it was even more impossible in Camp Nou, cheering when Mapi was subbed off and took a victory lap walking around the pitch, and for every other Barcelona player who was subbed in and off, by the end of the match, your excitement was through the roof.

Lingering back, you watched on as the Barcelona players danced and celebrated, taking in the energy of the fans and celebrating them. You stayed back until Clàudia spotted you on the sidelines from where Sandra was giving her a piggyback ride, hurrying over to you as quickly as she could with the boot on her foot.

“¿Cómo estás?” You enquired, asking how Clàudia was doing, but she shook her head, taking your hand and guiding you further onto the Camp Nou pitch. It felt odd, an Atleti player in such a significant Barcelona stadium. Even at that moment, you were technically a Barcelona player, but when unpeeling all those layers, you didn’t originate from Atleti either.

Each club you played for held a piece of your soul, but Madrid and Barcelona meant the most to you now. Madrid for your Atleti family, and all the growth you had done there, but Barcelona gave you new challenges, and Clàudia was in Barcelona.

“Vamos!” Clàudia cheered, watching as your eyes lit up in awe of the stadium, the crowds, the players, the atmosphere. You almost didn’t want it to end.

So wrapped up in it all, you didn’t see how Patri elbowed Clàudia, gesturing to you almost to remind her.

Because whilst you had been getting your car back from Madrid, Clàudia had taken a moment to talk to Lola and Carmen in person whilst you had been distracted by Virginia. Clàudia had then taken some time in Madrid, then Barcelona as she looked for an engagement ring for you.

You had found yours for her in New York, but she wanted something significant for you. She couldn’t keep giving you plasters as a temporary fix, especially when Patri pointed out the lack of plasters in the first aid kit, and how your pancake flipping accident excuse was complete bullshit.

Now she had a ring box hidden, trying to find her moment. She almost debated it on the pitch of Camp Nou, but neither of you got to play, and the attention was far too much.

The Barcelona game against Alhama was an away game. An away game which they had chosen to rest Sandra for, instead selecting you and Cata as the goalies for the match. Clàudia was staying in Barcelona with Alexia and Mariona, plus a few other teammates who were being rested or were not required for the game.

Getting to play in the Alhama game fueled you with enough energy that you carried Bruna around on your back for as long as possible after, the younger girl enjoying the piggy back ride as you managed to hold Jana up too before tumbling to the ground playfully.

But it wasn’t just the Alhama game that fueled you, it was the knowledge that after the international break, the first game back was against Atleti at the Estadi, with Carmen’s birthday being the day before the match.

“This is going to be a long match.” You whispered to yourself, fiddling with your gloves as you watched Atleti immediately have to work defensively.

“Who do you want to win?” Lucy asked, observing you almost jump out of your seat to watch the pitch.

“Both.”

“You know both can’t win-”

“I love both teams, this is painful for me.” You hadn’t even realised you’d pulled your left glove off, fiddling with the plaster on your left ring finger as you watched each of Barcelona’s shots go into Lola’s hands, then Atleti got closer and closer to a goal only for Sandra to manage to stop it.

You couldn’t help but fly up when you saw how Ajibade and Irene had collided when Sandra went to collect the ball from out of the air.

“How does Pina sit with you flying up and down like a jack in the box?”

“I don't fly up and down- ouch, yeah no way for Lola to get that one.” You cut yourself off as Aitana scored the first goal of the match, glancing up at the stands to spot your fiancee sat with her leg propped up, Alexia sat besides her.

Grimacing, you watched as Mapi was able to get up after going down against Moral, who had ended up with a yellow card for it, enough time going past that the halftime whistle was blown and you were following Lucy and Cata back inside.

You’d barely sat down two minutes before flying out of your seat again for Vicky’s goal at the 46th minute before Caro made it 3-0 eleven minutes later.

Flying up, you watched as Carmen took a shot from the back but it went into Sandra’s gloves.

“Do we need to tie you to your seat?” Lucy chuckled but you rolled your eyes, watching the substitutions taking place for both teams, eventually Lucy leaving you with Cata as she was subbed on for Irene.

“They’re pacing the sidelines.” Alexia pointed out to Pina, who spotted you walking up and down watching as Shei was being treated off the pitch. Atleti had no substitutions left, so they were down to ten players until she could re-enter the pitch.

Your foot bounced against the ground as you watched Aitana’s brace goal at the 89th minute, the game concluding 4-0 after four minutes of stoppage time. The whistle had barely been blown before you flew up, catching Carmen by surprise as you tackled her into a hug.

“I missed you. Feliz cumpleaños.”

“Did you get taller?” Carmen teased, hugging you tighter as you clung to her, “I missed you too.”

Your body tensed up as another pair of arms wrapped around you both, but it only took a glance to spot the familiar Atleti goalie colours and recognise it was Lola hugging you, followed by another Atleti-clad player, who laughed as you patted her on the head after escaping the group hug.

“Been a while…” you began, but you were cut off as hands hooked your shoulders and legs wrapped around your waist leaving you to scramble to hold whoever was on your back up for a piggy back.

“When’s the wedding?” Andrea asked jokingly, but Lola and Carmen both raised an eyebrow at you, and your fiancee who had hopped up on your back, even with her leg in a protective brace.

“Uh…”

“We’ll get back to you?” You chewed your lip, ignoring your Atleti family’s gaze on you as you glanced at the plaster on your left ring finger, not seeing how your fiancee looked at it too, the best she could from her angle.

///

All of Clàudia’s hard work paid off as she was revealed to be in the full squad lineup for the game in London against Chelsea. Whilst you remained behind in Barcelona.

The place you were sharing with Clàudia and Patri was left to just you, and your setup of the Barcelona vs Chelsea first leg game on the TV.

Atleti would be playing Levante the day after, so you were stuck waiting for the livestream of the match to start with nobody to text with your thoughts on any of it. But you hoped, no, you knew, Chelsea were going to experience hell

Caro had managed to score the first goal and only goal of the match by the fourth minute, and whilst Clàudia was on the bench for the entire match, you were enjoying what you were watching. Even when Sandra was given a yellow card during the stoppage time that had you humming to yourself in amusement, grabbing your phone to text Clàudia about the match.

Later on in the evening, the Barcelona team returned from London, but you were nowhere to be found when Clàudia and Patri returned home.

Clàudia didn’t even blink as she located the note you had left, but she knew deep down where you had gone. You had gone to goalkeeper training with Gemma and Meritxell.

She knew it was bothering you, how much your football career was up in the air. Atleti showing no signs of rotating you with Lola, Barcelona not really needing you but giving you the training to a new standard that you thrived at.

You had a feeling that you would be sent out on loan again next season, but the question there was, how far away from Clàudia would you be? National teams didn't pass your mind anymore, so there would be no possible reunions there either.

“Atleti game?” Patri enquired, glancing at the TV to show the Atleti versus Levante game you had set up on the TV whilst Clàudia curled up next to you.

“Of course. Mi familia, or most of them anyway.” You leaned down to press a kiss to Clàudia’s forehead, making Patri roll her eyes at the two of you.

“When’s the wedding?” Patri threw a spanner in the works as you looked at Clàudia, who opened her eyes to smirk at you teasingly.

“Well my ring is a plaster and Atleti and Barça will probably unite to kill us both if we eloped so… it might be a while?” You eyed your fiancee as she smirked, unable to read her mind but she was thinking about the ring she had hidden, and how your ring finger wouldn’t have a plaster on it for much longer.

Whether Patri viewed your an answer as a joke or not was debatable, but it was the truth you told the midfielder.

“Anyway, the stream is starting so…” you fell silent at the minute of silence for Cinta’s late grandmother, feeling Clàudia tangle her fingers in yours as kickoff began.

Twenty two minutes in, Eva managed to score the first goal of the match, Patri and Clàudia amused by your celebration. You may be wearing a Barcelona shirt whilst on loan, but you adored Atleti. Ten minutes later and Atleti were two goals ahead, Lucía scoring as you celebrated with a smile.

Two minutes later, Clàudia and Patri heard you squeak as Levante managed to get the ball past Lola, the ball bouncing off the crossbar before being headed back across the goal line.

You raised an eyebrow at the commentator pointing out how Lola and Carmen had swapped roles momentarily. Carmen stood in goal whilst Lola took over a centre-back role, leaving Patri and Clàudia to watch as you got your phone out, sending a text to both of them that they would see post-match.

“Don’t you two have St George’s day celebrations to attend? Feliç Sant Jordi?” You replied, double-checking the time for the first leg match of the other semi-final that was happening this weekend.

“And what will you do?”

“Watch Arsenal versus Wolfsburg. What else?”

///

Camp Nou was electric as you sat up in the stands with Lucy and Emma, Pina was on the bench but you were intrigued about the entire match. Top European teams facing head to head. The wait for the first goal took Barcelona to 2-0 on aggregate, until Reiten turned the tide and sent it to 2-1.

The game ended 1-1, 2-1 on aggregate. Barcelona went through to the UWCL final. It didn’t take long for every Barcelona player who was watching in the stands to make your way down onto the pitch.

Clàudia spotted you behind Lucy, grinning as you looked around the stadium, the energy overwhelming. It was a different level to what you had felt with Atleti, the bittersweetness of the moment spiking tears in your eyes.

Clàudia hurried over to you, hiding her concern behind a grin as she took your hand, leaning into you.

“I’m okay, just… I’ve never felt such energy before, the Barcelona fans are unreal, Camp Nou is unreal-” you were cut off as fabric hit the back of your head, and the side of Clàudia’s face, the green material making you realise that a substitution bib had hit you both in the head. Alexia’s bib, that she had started swinging around her head in celebration.

Alexia had no idea what she had just interrupted, even as Clàudia gave her a playful glare and you had a stray tear going down your face, a tear that Clàudia wiped away gently.

“I finally found a ring worthy enough to use to propose to you. You may have proposed first, but this makes it equal… you don’t need to wear the plaster anymore.” Your eyes widened at what Clàudia was saying, pulling her into a hug as she leaned in so you could hear her more clearly.

“I had a better speech, but our teammates keep interrupting and it is very loud here.” Clàudia admitted but you shook your head in disbelief, holding her close to you.

“You really did score a goalie, mi amor. Now you’re engaged to one… honestly, I’m glad you got that yellow card against Atleti when you played with Sevilla. You’ve had my attention, and my heart ever since. No matter the distance.”

Clàudia opened her mouth to respond, but Patri knocked into the two of you, having been shoved by Keira after the latter had gotten down from the piggyback that Patri had been giving her on approach to the two of you.

“Te amo, my goalie.”

“Yo también te amo, my striker.”

/// Bonus scene ///

“You know, technically I didn’t propose first, I gave you a promise ring first… and I don’t know when we started calling each other fiancee but it stuck and I think we jumped from promised to engaged without realising?” You spoke into the darkness, feeling Clàudia’s body shift as your comment broke her from her sleep.

“You said the ring could be whatever I wanted. I want to marry you, so it’s an engagement ring too. Prometo casarme contigo.” Clàudia murmured, rolling over so she could hold you.

“I promise to marry you too.”

/// Bonus bonus scene ///

It was a rest day after the second leg semi-final. Or rest night, as you laid in bed with your fiancee. She was fast asleep whilst you were drifting off, lying together in the darkness.

A panicked feeling washed over you as your body jerked you awake, something had changed, but only one word slipped from your lips in your alarmed state, waking up Clàudia in the process.

“Lola!”

#woso x reader #woso imagine #claudia pina x reader #claudia pina imagine #barcelona femeni x reader #atletico madrid x reader #barcelona femeni imagine #barcelona femeni imagines #atletico madrid imagine #atletico madrid imagines #claudia pina imagines #woso imagines

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What do you think the master detectives music tastes are? I see Yuma listening to pop rock but what do you think? (You can include the train detectives if you want lol)

HMMMM GOOD QUESTION!!!

yuma: doesn't really know music well enough to be picky. every now and again a song will play on the radio and he'll say "oh this is a nice song" and desuhiko or whoever will groan and say "REALLY? this is the most generic vanilla pop song ever" and yuma will say "i dunno... i thought it was pretty good" ...he doesn't like explicit lyrics though.

desuhiko: keeps up with the latest coolest pop hits and is always trying to learn the choreography. it doesn't count as a good song if it doesn't have choreography! he likes boy bands and girl groups and uplifting power anthems.

fubuki: she knows the tunes to classic hits but somehow it's always the wrong lyrics. one day yakou puts on lola by the kinks and she sings along very loudly to "Y-O-D-A YODAAAAA" how she learned it we'll never know but she always sings from the heart.

halara: claims to dislike music, especially music with singing because the lyrics are distracting. smooth jazz is passable as background music... techno is okay sometimes... the embarrassing truth is their favorite songs are funny little songs about kitty cats. or songs that have been featured in popular pet video memes.

vivia: similar to his tastes in books, he doesn't actually prefer any specific genre of music as long as the lyrics are interesting. it's like poetry with a melody... he loves songs that tell stories - or even better, whole albums. but most of the time it's easier to read the stories (visual learner feels)... so he's also just content to listen to whatever someone else puts on.

yakou: is not a master detective but I'M ANSWERING FOR HIM ANYWAY #1 DAD ROCK LIKER. he gets mad when desuhiko calls his music taste "butt rock." to his chagrin, halara was able to pinpoint his exact age based on his favorite classic albums ("b-but i thought you didn't even like music!!!" "i don't have to like something to gather information about it.") he's not great at singing or dancing so he only does so when he thinks he's alone. yuma has caught him in the act before. (vivia also has but will never tell a soul.)

....i will have to think about the train crew some more bc other than pucci liking classical music (based) i'm not really sure... feel free to drop ideas in the replies. or drop examples of songs you think anyone would like haha

#rain code #master detective archives #mdarc #yuma kokohead #desuhiko thunderbolt #fubuki clockford #halara nightmare #yakou furio

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fragilecapric0rnn · 1 year ago

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FRIENDS AU Part 2: The One Where Eddie Copes

[part one]

[cross-posted to ao3] || word count: 3.3k

Eddie doesn’t know how long it takes for his soul to return to his body.

It left as soon as his eyes and brain fully registered that he was suddenly in the presence of his high school crush. Right here, in the flesh, sitting in the middle of his friends in The Jittery. He can’t help but consider the fact that he may have been the one to summon him with his pathetic cry for his ex-girlfriend just moments before the incident.

The casual, ‘You remember Eddie? From high school?’ comment from Robin sucker-punched Eddie right in the chest. The eye contact and shy smile that followed nearly sent Eddie into some sort of stress-induced cardiac arrest.

He hardly registers the barely coherent story that Steve is trying to tell. Eddie watches him bring a glass of water to his mouth with shaky hands and tries not to stare at his lips.

“I’m confused.” Jonathan says as Eddie starts to regain consciousness.

Memories of his repressed gay awakening circa-1985 come flooding back with a vengeance. Sitting in the bleachers during gym class, watching this same guy flick off his t-shirt, dripping in sweat, shit-talking his opponents, shoving them around a little too rough for a gym class game of basketball.

He adjusts how he’s sitting in the chair, right now, in 1993. Beating away the thoughts from the Ghost of Horny Moments Past, pushing away the potential for any unexplainable chubs as he tries to sit and listen to the man himself ramble about God-knows-what, soaking wet like a pathetic little kitten in the coffee shop.

He’s going to throw up.

Or pass out.

Possibly both.

Thankfully, everyone’s attention is on the runaway bride, too distracted to notice that he’s in crisis.

“It makes perfect sense to me.” Argyle shrugs, handing Steve a giant ceramic cup.

“Just run it by us one more time.”

Steve takes a comically large sip from his mug, holds the coffee in his cheeks, making them puff out and Eddie is convinced that this is some sort of punishment for all of his mistakes.

“You know, they always told me that cold feet are normal. That’s what they all say about getting married, that you get cold feet. Well, I realized when I woke up this morning, after having a very vivid and intense dream about Harrison Ford, that maybe my feet were never really that warm to begin with, ya know?”

Everyone is nodding, as if they do know. Nancy has her eyebrows knitted together, Robin looks a bit too amused, Jonathan looks confused, and Argyle is casually dipping his tea bag into his mug, like this is a normal thing unfolding in front of them.

“Look, I was in a frat in college. I am very comfortable with my sexuality or whatever and I didn’t let the dream sway any decision making at that moment.”

Eddie resists the urge to ask him what exactly this sexuality is.

“So it wasn’t Harrison…” Nancy presses, her hand motioning as if to say, 'Please continue this batshit story.'

“It wasn’t him,” He takes a sip from his mug, the rest of the group inches closer. “It happened about 10 minutes later, when Lola was knocking on my door, standing there in tears.”

“Fuck,” Robin drags out the word, Jonathan lets out a low whistle.

“Turns out, she also had lukewarm feet throughout most of our relationship. She wanted to call it off. And that’s when I knew we had to. Because any normal fiance would’ve freaked the fuck out, right? Would’ve started begging or pleading or yelling or something! But I had nothing. Nothing but relief.”

The collective air in the room deflates.

“So, we devised a plan. We’d both get ready, business as usual. And I’d be the one to sneak out of the bathroom window in the groom’s suite. Before we realized it was on the second story of the hotel.”

He shrugs, as Eddie studies his attire a little closer, seeing he does have twigs and a smattering of leaves on his now-discarded jacket.

“Steve, I know you’re vulnerable and whatever,” Robin says, pausing when Nancy smacks her arm. “But, why here? Why us?” Motioning between her and Nancy.

He chuckles, eyes now looking down into his cup. Eddie can't help but stare at this very odd man sitting in front of him.

“I don’t know. I guess it was mostly because I knew you lived in the city. But there’s another part of me that knew you’d understand. You were one of the only people I’ve ever met that tried understanding me for me. Not what you wanted me to be.”

And that's, wow. Why on Earth would he say something like that? Now Eddie has to cope with the fact that not only is this dude still hot, he sounds sweet as hell.

“C’mon, let’s get you up to the apartment.”

He can’t cope.

“Mom, you’re gonna need to stop crying or hand the phone back to dad.” Steve pleads. He's been on the phone for about an hour at this point, everyone else scattered around Nancy's apartment, listening.

Eddie, most of the shock worn off by now, is sitting at Nancy’s kitchen table, eating a pie straight from the tin and unable to tear his eyes away from the train wreck that is Steve Harrington, still in his damp clothes, but stripped down to an undershirt and the tux pants and no shoes or socks.

Watches him keep tugging hard at his hair every time a muffled yell comes out of the phone, loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.

No wonder this guy ran away.

Robin sits backwards on the chair next to Eddie’s as Steve stumbles out of the window onto the terrace, where the rain has somewhat let up.

“Do you think he’s gay?” He asks as soon as Steve is fully outside.

“Definitely not straight." Robin plucks the fork from Eddie's hand.

Jonathan shrugs, sighing as he finally sets the change of clothes down on the table and takes a seat.. He has been holding a change of clothes from his apartment in his hands for at least a half hour, waiting for Steve to get off the phone with his parents.

"I mean, who talks about Harrison Ford in the same breaths as explaining why you ran away from your wedding?” He says, stealing the fork from Robin.

“I never think about Harrison Ford unless I’m watching him on tv. And even then I barely think about him.”

“Does that answer your question?”

Before Eddie can say, not really, his thoughts are interrupted by a commotion coming from the other side of the room where the bedroom doors are closed.

Nancy comes out of the spare room, curly hair frizzier than it had been on the way up the stairs from the coffee shop, rubbing her temples and pulling on her face as she joins the group in the living room.

“Are they still arguing?” She asks, craning her neck to get a better look at him out on the terrace. He’s still gesturing wildly, doing a lot more yelling.

“I think so?” Robin turns her head like a confused dog, watching him gesture wildly with his free hand.

“One minute he’s telling his dad that he doesn’t want to live like him and then it sounds like his mom is crying, I think he talked to his old nanny at one point?”

“His parents sound like a mess.” Eddie says, earning three different versions of a 'no-duh' look from his friends.

“Have you seen the apple? What kinda tree do you think it fell from?” Jonathan says, passing the fork back to Eddie, which is then snatched away by Nancy. She takes the pie tin from them, putting it back in the fridge.

They can hear the window opening and Steve falling back inside, silent cursing to himself.

“No dad, you listen!” All their heads snap in the direction of Steve. Once again, soaking wet. His face is red, his already big hair standing up in every direction, and an insane look on his eyes.

Are his pupils dilated?

“Fine! I don’t care, I don’t care anymore! Cut me off! I don’t care! You know what,” Steve struggles to get his wallet out of his pocket, pauses and just throws the wallet across the room. Muffled yelling comes from the phone. “I'm snapping my credit cards right fucking now!"

"I’ll stay here, with Nancy and Robin and you can take that inheritance and shove it up your ass!” Steve hangs up the phone and throws it onto the loveseat next to him.

No one moves. No one speaks. The air is still, but only for a moment.

“I think this is where the sitcom audience would clap.” Eddie forgot Argyle has been laying down on the couch this entire time. Steve’s red face suddenly looks sickly pale.

"I think I'm gonna be sick."

Jonathan and Nancy hop up from their spots, Robin hands him a brown paper bag, and they guide him to the couch. Eddie watches this all unfold, lingering in the background. Not one for comfort, especially being the king of mommy and daddy issues, without the complicated mess of being a trust fund baby, he has nothing helpful to add.

“It’s gonna be okay, just try taking deep breaths.”

Steve nods, the paper bag inflating and deflating slower, but still rather fast.

“Would it help if I sang a song?”

The bag inflates and deflates even slower, everyone just sort of stares at Argyle.

“Don’t worry, about a thing, because every little thing, is gonna be alright.” Steve slowly brings the paper bag down, rests his hand on Argyle’s forearm.

“I think I’m okay now, thank you.” He visibly winces at the lackluster Bob Marley

“Don’t mention it, mon.”

For some godforsaken reason, Steve looks right at Eddie as they make the same face, an eyebrow hiked up to their hairlines, the physical embodiment of a scoff without actually scoffing. All while making eye contact with each other.

Eddie looks away quickly, jumping out of the chair so fast that it scrapes against the floor, startling everyone in the room.

“What am I gonna do?” He sounds panicked.

“We’re gonna help you figure it out,” Jonathan says, sat on the coffee table across from him.

“You can stay here with me, Jonathan and Robin live across the hall, it’ll be fun.” Nancy is patting his arm.

“But what about money? I have none of that!”

“There are these things called jobs,” Eddie says, Nancy snaps her head around and damn-near snarls at him. Steve’s brown paper bag is back to inflating and deflating.

The phone rings, saving Eddie from immediate doom via-Nancy Wheeler.

Nancy looks at the time and is now the one to get up from her seat next to Steve like something bit her on the ass.

“Shit! Shit shit shit!”

“What's with all the shit, Wheeler?” Eddie asks, Nancy flipping him off as the phone continues to ring in her hand.

“I forgot to call Frank and cancel.”

“Who’s Frank?”

“My date,” she says, immediately sending Eddie a scrunched up face and mouthing sorry.

“Wait wait wait, Frank? As in, Frank the Creepy Paper Salesman?” Robin hops over the backside of the couch, falling into Nancy. The phone stops ringing. Nancy takes a deep breath, closing her eyes and looking up at the ceiling.

Creepy was a generous assessment of the piece of work that is Frank. Asking Nancy on dates ever since she started working at The Times, stopping by the office ad nauseam, so much so, he has become a regular fixture in the lore surrounding Nancy's office.

“Yes, that Frank.”

“Is the dating well running that dry Nance? So dry you finally said yes to Frank the creepy paper salesman?”

“Listen, he caught me in a momentary lapse of judgment.”

“Were you conscious during this lapse?”

"Fully, I just. It's been a while since I'd been on a date and my mom would not stop pestering me about it on the phone literal minutes, seconds even, before Frank showed up to talk to my boss. So, when he did his usual creep routine of asking me out, I said yes."

“Was he as surprised as we are?” Eddie asks, Nancy nods, wincing.

"And are you regretting the yes?"

"Fully!"

The phone is ringing again.

“Hello,” she answers, sounding like she has a congested nose. “Hi Frank, yeah, I’m not feeling that well. Yeah, maybe we can postpone. I’ll call you, yeah.”

“I’m sorry Nancy, I know this was kinda my fault.” Steve’s voice continues to be muffled by the bag.

“I can’t believe you thought I’d be upset about you going out with Frank the Creep.” Eddie sits back down in the kitchen chair. Is he really that fragile? Can his friends really not share their downfalls with him like they used to?

“I don’t know! You freaked when Robin went on a date with Tam-”

“Aht! Aht!” Robin waves her hands in the air, almost elbowing Steve. “We are not talking about my dating life. I am striking this down immediately!”

“Point still stands, then. You’re still very upset about Michelle.” And the sound of her name feels like a cartoon anvil dropping inside of his stomach, dropping and dropping.

“We are not gonna talk about Michelle right now.” He deadpans.

“Who’s Michelle?” Steve asks, paper bag back in front of his face, inflating and deflating as he speaks. All of the air has been kicked out of Eddie’s lungs.

“Eddie’s ex,” Argyle whispers loudly, with no effort made to keep Eddie from hearing him.

“We are not talking about Michelle right now!” Eddie yells. Everyone goes quiet.

“Right now we are going to focus on getting Steve to stop breathing into a paper fucking bag!”

To which they all look over at Steve, who is staring at everyone with wide eyes and the bag no longer dramatically inflating and deflating, just held to his mouth as he stares around the room.

“I’m actually starting to feel a little better.” He says, into the bag. Inflating and deflating.

Across the hall, Eddie has his feet kicked up on Jonathan and Robin’s couch, hands linked and resting on his stomach. His head in Robin’s lap and his feet on Jonthan’s lap, staring up at the ceiling where he can see a spaghetti stain splattered across the asbestos pattern.

Jeopardy is playing in the background but none of them are paying attention. Argyle is sat on the floor, head close to Eddie’s as they all pass around a joint.

“So, you let her take the TV, the bedroom set, and the living room set. What do you even have left at your place?”

“Pots and pans?”

“Dude,” Argyle blows a ring of smoke in the air. “That is so not cool.” He passes Eddie the joint.

“I felt bad. It’s my fault we’re in this situation.”

“There are no faults, and yet you’re still punishing yourself.” Jonathan says, eyes glued to the TV, a familiar spacey look on his face.

Argyle checks his watch and gets up from the floor, patting around his pockets.

“Looks like it’s time for me to head out, Aunt Miriam is making midnight spaghetti and I wanna get there before her boyfriend eats all the garlic bread.”

“Midnight spaghetti?” and “Your great aunt has a boyfriend?” are asked by Eddie and Robin respectively at the same time.

“See ya man,” Jonathan yells as the door shuts behind him.

Robin knocks on Eddie’s head lightly before pushing him off of her, stretching and yawning as she stands.

“I’m gonna go raid Nance’s for some more beers,” He swings he feet off of Jonathan’s lap and stretches.

“I’ll get your pillow and blankey situated,” Robin says. Eddie half turns to send her a salute before shutting the door, opening the one across the hall almost in one fell swoop.

He doesn’t expect to see Steve still up, sitting at the same kitchen chair he spent most of the afternoon and evening in. Most of the color returned to face, a glass of wine and an open bottle on the table.

“Hey,” He says, curious and careful

“Hi.” Steve smiles warmly at him, gesturing the bottle at him, Eddie takes it as an invitation.

“You alright?” He grabs a wine glass from Nancy’s hanging glass rack.

“Yeah, couldn’t sleep.”

“Why? A lot on your mind?” Eddie takes the seat across form him.

“You’re funny,” Steve fills Eddie’s glass. “I remember you being kinda funny in high school.” To that, Eddie fakes a dagger to the heart, startling Steve a bit, who is looking at Eddie with the same type of amusement that everyone looked at him with a few hours ago.

“If seventeen-year-old-me heard you say that you remembered me at all from high school, there’d be an Eddie shaped hole in that door.” Eddie takes a swig from his wine, thanking whoever is in charge of the universe that it's red wine, giving him an explanation for the blush already blooming on his face. Well, a better explanation than a cute guy laughing at his silly jokes.

“Of course I remember you, how could I forget all those lunchtime sermons about how cool and different you were and how lame and boring the rest of us were.” Steve says, not hiding how much it he seems to enjoy that the little walk down memory lane has started to make Eddie visibly cringe.

“Don’t remind me of that,” Eddie groans into his glass.

“You seem a lot softer now.”

Eddie drags his eyes up from where they were studying the knick in the the wood on the table, meeting Steve’s gaze.

“You caught me at a soft time in my life, Harrington.”

“Right,” Steve leans back in his chair, brings his own glass to his lips, pausing to take a sip. “Your ex.”

“Yep, my ex.”

“Did she just, totally break your heart?” He asks, throwing Eddie off guard a bit. He didn't expect Steve to be so forward with his nosiness. Kinda respects it.

“No, it was more like. I broke my own heart.”

“What does that even mean?”

He looks at Steve. Really looks at him, and can almost see the kindness actually spilling out of those pretty brown eyes, how he came to Robin and Nancy specifically to help him out, knowing that they would.

“It means, I realized that she’s not really my type after all. After eight years together, I finally realized that I am g-” he clears his throat.

“That I’m gay. No matter how much I love her, no amount is going to change the fact that I wasted both of our time.”

Eddie can’t bear to look up at Steve, but feels his eyes on him.

The glug glug sound of wine pouring out of the bottle breaks the silence, Eddie finally looks up.

“You need it more than I do,” Steve says, taking a swig from the bottle, tipping it over the table to show that it’s now empty.

This makes Eddie laugh. A full belly laugh that seems to be contagious, as Steve’s now laughing, a snort escaping his nose and mouth, making the two laugh even harder.

“You guys, seriously?” Nancy comes out of her room, robe on and rollers in her hair. “Some of us have to work in the morning!”

“Sorry Nance, we’ll keep it down.”

“Sorry.”

She looks at them, her face softens with look of mild bewilderment. Stands there for a few seconds longer than she otherwise would’ve, before wordlessly going back into her bedroom.

“That reminds me, I need to get one of those.” Steve says as her door clicks shut.

“One of what?”

“A job, or something.”

“I can put a good word in for you at a few places.” He says, taking a big gulp from the very full wine glass.

“Thanks, Eddie.”

He can’t help but think maybe, just maybe, he will be able to cope with Steve being around.

#friends au #steddie #steddie fic #next updates will have more budding ronance #they deserve their own chapters!#sen writes #my fic #spicy six #spicy six au

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hockybish · 6 days ago

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“Lola wait up!” Mason called out to his girlfriend who getting on the bus to go back to their hotel for the night.

Lola looked in the direction she was being summoned. She stepped out on line when she saw it was her Mason. A huge smile flashed on her face. “Mase”

They embraced and kissed again. It wasn’t the same as their on ice kiss during warmup, but it was still nice. “Hi Babe” They pulled away and just stared at each other. They were so caught up in the moment they almost didn’t hear Quinn clearing his throat to get their attention.

“What are you doing tonight?”

“Going back to the hotel and room service.” Lola cocked her head to side. She looked up, listing the two things she planned on doing.

“Come over and stay the night instead. We can order in from that one place you like. And we can um …” Mason’s eyes flickered from Lola to Quinn behind her who was most definitely listening in “Hangout”

Lola’s heart fluttered. She knew what he meant by hangout. She wanted to go so badly but she was with the team and this was a work trip. Even though she could technically do pretty much whatever she wanted when she had down time.

Still she was hesitant. Mason squeezed her hand to bring her back to reality.

“I don’t know Mason, I this” She looked to her older brother, maybe he could help her and finish her sentence. Or maybe even give her permission even though she didn’t need it.

“You can go, have fun. Just bring her back before practice tomorrow morning m’kay?” Quinn sighed.

Mason and Lola giggled like two teenagers running off to his car. They had all night, most of Wednesday, and even part of Thursday if they were lucky, and they were planing on making up for lost time.

#hughes!sister au #mason x lola #Quinn

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verosvault · 10 months ago

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🚨SPOILERS FOR FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 3!!!🚨

Dimension20 "Fantasy High Junior Year"

Episode 3 "Not All Who Wanda Are Lost"

Timestamp: 1:48:05

Video Length: 1min. & 35sec.

Fig finally goes to bard class! 😂🤣💀

Imagine how much more DOPE Fantasy High would've been if we got to meet Lucilla in freshman year?! ;0

I can already tell that she's an AMAZING teacher and she might already be my favorite teacher honestly! 💀✋ I can't say cause it might be a bit too early but I LOVE the way Lucilla speaks and I love her vibes! 😭💀✋

Fig tries to go listen to bard class and fails a stealth roll so she ends up getting caught as she tries to listen to it. 😂🤣💀

She just IMMEDIATELY gets caught! 😂 Which I guess is kinda good cause that class is exactly where she needed to be! 😭✋

LUCILLA'S REACTION WHEN SHE SEES FIG IS ABSOLUTELY ASTONISHING! I CAN'T STOP REPLAYING IT! 😭 IT'S SO PURE! I CAN'T! 😭✋ I LOVE HER SO BAD! 😭😭✋✋ The fact that she like...just immediately accepted Fig to come inside and didn't guilt trip her or whatever for never showing up ever! 😭✋ Like- OMG! That's such a good teacher fr! 😭✋ Lucilla literally treated Fig's entrance into the bard class as a celebration! 😭✋ This is how you get a student who never shows up to class to actually show up! By showing that you actually care about them being there or not! 😭✋

Does Ruben hate Fig already?! ;0 I mean...I know she just walked into a classroom via a window! But that shouldn't be enough of a thing to be bothered by to receive a smile with a sneer! 😭✋

Lola Embers!!! ;00000

Emily's face when Brennan says that name 💀 she looks like her soul left her a little. 💀

The way Ruben sounds when he says "I have to answer that later". It's so-! Ruben has kind-of a nasally voice which I find to be very interesting. Idk why.

Anywho! Hopefully Fig ends up staying in her bard classes this semester!! 😂 Not ONLY so Fig can pass the year! But also cause I desperately want some more Lucilla scenes! 😂🤣💀😆❤️

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lucy90712 · 10 months ago

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Road to recovery- part 3

masterlist Gavi stayed quiet for the next few hours which I used to do some of my uni work as I've neglected it a bit this past week despite having not gone anywhere. I only stopped when someone brought us both in some food for dinner which made me realise how hungry I was after not eating anything since yesterday before my surgery. I will admit the food didn't look exactly appetising but I was so hungry that I tried my best to ignore the look and the taste.

"How are you eating that it's disgusting" Gavi said taking me completely by surprise

"I'm starving I haven't eaten since midnight yesterday so I'll take anything although this isn't great" I said

"Well I'm going to get someone to bring me some food do you want anything?" He asked

"If you don't mind that would be amazing I'll find way to pay you back" I said

"There's no need for that I offered so I'll pay" he said

After earlier I expected him to not like me and to just ignore me until we leave but clearly he either wasn't as bothered by my questions as I thought or he has a very short memory. Not knowing much about Gavi I didn't have any idea of what he'd be like but knowing he's a famous footballer I assumed he'd be a bit arrogant and maybe not the nicest person but my assumption seems to be very wrong. The fact that he offered to get food for me and pay for it changed all of my assumptions about Gavi as there's not many people out there that would do that for a stranger let alone someone like him who has no need to even speak to me.

Gavi asked me if I had any preferences on what he ordered but I told him to just get whatever he wanted as he was paying and I'll eat anything. I imagine he usually has a diet to follow like I do but if there is any occasion where we can break it without being told off I imagine that's now. Although I can't wait to get back to training and competing I think I'm going to enjoy the break from the strict routines and diets as for me that's the hardest part.

"So how did you end up here?" Gavi asked breaking my train of thought

"I was practicing a new vault for a competition as I'm a gymnast and I landed right on my leg and now I'm here" I said

"You're a gymnast that's cool I don't really understand much about gymnastics but what level if that's the right word do you compete at?" He probed further

"It's not easy to describe but I was selected for the olympic team for next year but that's not going to happen now" I said

"I'm sorry I know exactly how that feels it's the euros in the summer too and I'm going to miss that" he said

"Yeah it sucks but my brother always tells me things happen for a reason so I'm gong to take this set back and use it to motivate me to get even better" I said

"I don't think I ever asked what your name is I'm sorry" he said

"Don't worry about it I'm Lola but the way" I said as I reached over to shake his hand which made him laugh

"It's nice to meet you Lola I'm Pablo or more people call me Gavi but I assume you knew that already" he laughed

"Do your friends call you Gavi or Pablo?" I asked out of curiosity

"They mostly call me Gavi but my family calls me Pablo but you can call me whatever I'll answer to either" he said

Pablo and I kept talking and getting to know each other even when Pablo's dad brought us the food he ordered we kept talking in between taking bites. He told me all about football but also more about him as a person which I enjoyed listening to as its always nice to get to know the person behind what the media see and he's truly a lovely person. I got the sense that Pablo is the type of person you can't help but love once you get to know him as there doesn't appear to be a bad bone in his body. Out of all the famous footballers I could've ended up here with I'm glad it's Pablo as he's actually really normal and fun to talk to.

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Overnight Pablo and I didn't sleep much as we spent a lot of time talking and then we watched movies together until we must've both eventually fallen asleep. I was woken up by a nurse coming in to do her regular checks and then another doctor came in and made sure both Pablo and I were up so he could tell us that after lunch we would be discharged but first we both had physio sessions one after the other. As he had his surgery first Pablo went for this physio first so I used the opportunity to get up and brush my teeth and hair as I know I look a mess after yesterday. I also texted my brother so he would know when to come and get me as he promised to pick me up or more like volunteered himself as he's sure I'm lying about sharing a room with the Pablo Gavi.

Once Pablo was back I had my physio session which wasn't much fun as it just left me in a lot of pain. With how hard it was to even move my knee a little bit it made me feel quite down about my chances of having a speedy recovery and getting back to training any time soon but it can only get better as time goes on right. When I got back Pablo seemed to sense that I wasn't feeling so chipper anymore as he made his way over and gave me a hug or at least his best attempt while using crutches. I didn't know how much I needed a hug until Pablo hugged me, somehow it just made me feel so much better it was exactly what I needed to lift my spirits and being in his arms made me feel weirdly at home. As we both packed our things ready to be discharged he kept me talking about anything other than sport or our injuries which was really thoughtful of him.

Before I knew it the doctor said we were free to leave so the both of us quickly text whoever was coming to pick us up then we just had to wait. My brother knew we would be getting discharged not long after midday so he was already in the area so it didn't take long before he was knocking on the door to our room. Once he came in I couldn't help but smile as he got to see that I wasn't lying just because I was bored I have actually been sharing a room with Pablo this whole time.

"Are you ready to go sis?" Alonso asked me

"Yeah just give me one minute to go to the bathroom" I said

"Hey man it's nice to meet you thanks for keeping her company in here" Alonso said to Pablo trying to find a reason to talk to him

"It's no problem she's lovely it was nice sharing a room with her" I heard Pablo say making me blush a little as I came out the bathroom

"Lola before you go can I have your number I think it would be good for both of us if we kept in touch" Pablo asked while scratching his neck clearly nervous

"Of course give me your phone and I'll put my number in" I said

Once I handed him his phone back Alonso took my bag and we walked out the hospital together. Alonso wouldn't stop staring at me as I focused on making my way out of the hospital and into the car which was harder than I though as I have no movement in my knee which you really take for granted when you have it. Even once we were in the car Alonso didn't go anywhere he still just stared at me.

"Do you have anything you want to say?" I asked

"First of all you weren't lying and secondly you gave him your number I just don't know how you managed that" he said

"I'm just the best that's how I managed it" I laughed

"But seriously I have no idea I don't think the past 24 hours will ever feel real" I said

Alonso drove me back to my apartment and helped me get settled before he left as he has his own life to live. Seeing as I was finally alone and feeling a bit better about life I decided to take a selfie to share with my followers as I know some people care about my journey and are worried about the fact that I didn't attend the last competition.

Pablogavi started following you

Pablogavi liked your photo

#gavi imagine #gavi imagines #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi imagines #gavi #gavi oneshots #gavi x reader #pablo gavi #football imagine

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honeydewwboo · 1 month ago

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TAG GAME!!!

I was tagged by @whatever-lmaoo -thank you for tagging me!!

last song you listened to? Adore you by Harry Styles

silver or gold jewelry? I'm a rose gold girly if I'm being completely honest but if I had to choose, silver. I think I look better with it.

do you have any tattoos? All of my tattoos are finger tattoos. Idk why I tortured myself that way but that is all for now. I'm planning on more soon though!

Piercings? I'm pretty basic. I have 2 Piercings on each ear and I do have my nipples pierced too! They're my fave lol

currently reading or favorite book? Currently, I am reading When Women Were Dragons. Was recommended this by a friend. So far, I am enjoying it. My favorite book though are the LotR books. Can't get better than that.

a hobby you would like to try? I really want to get into archery. I think I would have a lot of fun with it. It's something I've always wanted to do as a little girl and I just never got the chance to.

coffee or tea? Coffee, although a tea at night is always right!

favorite video game? I am a huge gamer. My favorite video game series is definitely the tomb raider and uncharted games. But I have a lot of fave games if I'm being honest.

star sign? Capricorn sun, Leo Moon, Pisces Rising

who is your hear me out? I don't really know what this is but I'm assuming its people or cartoon characters that you might find attractive . And I gotta go with my baddie b miss lola bunny. 🥰

I don't know many people here yet. So I will just name a few . But anyone can feel free to do! @laurfilijames @hotdamnhunnam @navybrat817 @daryldixonpls

#tag game

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thewordworrier · 7 months ago

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Gazing At Me Starry-Eyed

A soft, slice of life in the Sketcher/Way household, (as opposed to the Smith/Way ;) household) in which Gerard is very, very much in love with his family.

Word Count: 5,818 words. Notes: ~ Title from "The Smallest Man In The World" by Taylor Swift. ~ new Taylor music means a new piece inspired by it somehow - you know the drill by now.

This one took me a little longer than I would've liked, but the brain has been bouncing around a bit recently. Not sure why we went down this path with this lyric but I'm not gonna complain.

~ ohshit she's posting! I have been writing, but not completing things and believe me, that annoys me. I wanna post things, but I don't like doing it unless the whole thing is finished.

~ This is tooth rotting. Actually disgusting (affectionate).

~#~#~#~

[Setting: After the Hesitant Alien tour.]

Gerard leant against the doorframe, watching his wife. She was sitting on the couch, leaning her chin on her hand as she watched their daughter play at her feet. Melody wasn’t paying too much attention to her mother - too absorbed in whatever story she was making up with whatever toys she was playing with. Unlike Gerard, who was focusing more on his wife. She looked… Peaceful, actually, watching their daughter. But also pretty tired. Both tired, and pretty. He’d be considered incredibly biased though, because he always thought that Shelly was pretty. Even now they’d been together… However long it had been. He still thought that she was the prettiest - no. The most gorgeous woman in the entire world. She wouldn’t agree, especially now they were a little bit older and she’d been pregnant twice.

Almost as if on cue, Shelly glanced over to the baby monitor on the side table as the expected baby noises came out of the speaker.

“Sounds like your brother’s awake Mels,” she said, leaning down to run her hand over their daughter’s blonde hair.

“Do you want me to get him?” Gerard asked, pushing himself off of the doorframe and making his way over to his girls.

At the sounds of her father’s voice, Melody looked up and beamed. “Daddy!”

“Mm, no, I’ll go in case he’s hungry,” Shelly pushed herself to her feet, wincing a bit.

“I’ll stay with pumpkin then,” Gerard put his hands on Shelly’s waist and kissed her forehead. “Call for me if you need me.”

“I always need you,” Shelly closed her eyes as her husband kissed her forehead and then her cheek. She smiled at him, “but I know what you mean.”

Gerard hummed before sitting near his daughter, who immediately moved to lean against his legs. Shelly watched this for a moment before going to tend to their baby.

Melody watched her go, her eyes slightly wide. “Mama?”

“Mama’ll be back in a bit, pumpkin,” Gerard soothed her. “She’s just gone to see if Zack’s okay.”

Melody nodded before turning herself to face her father fully. She lifted her arms. “Daddy, up?”

Gerard chuckled and picked up his daughter, settling her on his lap. “There we go.”

“Thank!” She beamed up at him before cuddling against him.

“Welcome sweetheart,” Gerard kissed the top of her head. “Mm, you’re getting big, pumpkin.”

“Big?” The little girl looked up at her dad. “Like mama?”

Gerard hesitated, picking his words. “I mean, you’re not tiny like your brother anymore. You’re not a baby. You’re growing up.”

“To be mama.”

“Like your mama, yeah,” he kissed the top of Melody’s head. ”You’re gonna be like your mama.”

Melody giggled. “Love mama.”

“Yeah we do,” Gerard grinned down at her. “Melody, do you wanna tell daddy what you were playing?”

Melody launched into retelling the story about her Lola doll and the dinosaurs to her father, and Gerard listened to her, nodding every so often at her excited babbling and making little “uh huh, oh really?” noises, which just delighted her even more. When she stopped, running out of steam, Gerard checked the time.

“Hmn, your mama’s been gone for a little while, shall we go and check on her?”

An eager nod from his daughter answered his question and he moved her off of his lap so he could stand. He hesitated for a second before picking Melody up again, earning himself a happy giggle as she clung onto his shirt.

“We gotta be quiet though, okay baby? Just in case Zack’s asleep. Don’t wanna wake him.”

“Okay daddy,” Melody nodded and clung onto her father for security.

Gerard adjusted her and started to leave the room before Melody squeaked.

“Lola!”

“You wanna bring Lola?” He turned and went to retrieve the pink mascot. “We can bring them.”

“Thank!”

Gerard chuckled and they went to go and see what Shelly was up to. He carried his daughter up the stairs but put her down as they approached the nursery, taking her little hand. The door was pushed up, just a little bit so it wasn’t wide open - Gerard knew that Shelly always did that, even if it was just him and Melody home with her; it was just a habit she’d developed back when she had Melody and it apparently had kicked back in with Zack.

He glanced down at his daughter, squeezing her hand to get her attention and putting his finger to his lips when she looked up at him. She nodded, let go of his hand and did the same to her Lola plush doll.

This made Gerard chuckle and he gently stroked her hair. Melody giggled softly and almost clung onto the leg of his pants. Gerard was used to that though, Melody was very much a daddy’s girl. She loved her mama, of course she did, but… It wasn’t a secret that he was wrapped around her tiny, little finger and had been since the day she was born. Hell, since the day he found out that Shelly was pregnant.

With his daughter holding onto him, Gerard gently nudged the nursery room door open so he could see inside a bit better. Shelly was sitting in the rocking chair in the corner - the same one she’d sat in with their daughter. She was rocking slowly, humming to the baby boy in her arms. Her son. Their son!

That woman - she was his incredible wife! Sometimes he still couldn’t believe it. That wonderful, gorgeous woman - she had given him two beautiful children. She’d given him one of each in their first two goes. Not that he would’ve had any issues with giving her as many children as she wanted, as many as she felt like she could handle. He never would’ve minded if she wanted to keep trying to get whatever combination she wanted. And, on the other hand, he never would’ve complained if she had only ever wanted one.

“Ooh, now,” Shelly cooed to their son. “You feeling snuggly, sweetie? Yeah, your dad’s like that too. He gets snuggly after meals.”

Gerard tried not to laugh - she wasn’t wrong. Both in regards to actual meals cooked in the kitchen, and in regards to… Well. His wife was more than just a snack; she was a whole meal herself. And, he did like to snuggle with her afterwards - whether that was on the couch or wrapped up in their sheets.

“You’re such a handsome little man,” Shelly said softly. “You’re going to be just like your daddy.”

Still clinging onto his clothes, practically cuddling his leg, Melody yawned.

“Wanna see mama,” she said sleepily.

Almost as if she’d heard this - despite the fact that Melody has said it so quietly, Shelly glanced up and towards the door. She smiled brightly when she saw her husband and then even more so, if possible, when she saw her daughter.

“Hi love,” Gerard said. “We wanted to check to see if you were okay; you were gone for some time.”

“Zack couldn’t decide if he was hungry or not,” Shelly said, moving to stand up, the baby still cradled against her chest.

“Mama? Cuddles?”

“Alright baby, let mama put Zack to bed.”

Gerard managed to pick his daughter up and took her over to watch Shelly tucking the baby in. Melody clung to him with one hand, her other gripping Lola tightly.

“Nigh’ nigh’,” she said, waving to her brother with the hand that was holding Lola.

Shelly giggled, made sure the baby monitor was still on, and followed the rest of her family out of the room. Gerard took them to Melody’s room, putting the girl on her bed. They’d decided, as parents, that she would be okay with a proper bed, but had made sure that it wasn’t too high up, just in case she did fall out or something.

Melody happily complied in letting her parents get her ready for a nap; she was more than happy to do that. They both tucked her in, Gerard kissed her and stepped back so Shelly could snuggle with her.

“Mama, stay?”

Shelly glanced over to Gerard who nodded.

“Can’t hurt, she asked after you earlier. That’s why we came to find you.”

“Okay baby,” Shelly settled on the bed beside her daughter. “Mama can stay until you fall asleep.”

“Thank you mama.”

Shelly settled a bit more comfortably and Melody snuggled up close to her. Shelly hummed and kissed the top of her head, starting to stroke her hair.

“Babe,” Gerard said softly.

“Mm?” Shelly glanced up.

“I’m just gonna go and tidy up the other toys, and then I’ll be back.”

“Okay,” Shelly smiled at him before glancing down at their now snoozing daughter. “I’ll be right here.”

Gerard laughed softly and went to go and tidy away the toys that Melody had been playing with earlier. While he was at it, he gave the living room a quick, general tidy so Shelly didn’t have to do it. He would’ve done a bit more, just to help out his wife, but he wasn’t totally sure what Shelly had already done and what needed doing.

He made his way back up to his daughter’s bedroom, standing in the doorway to observe for a few moments. Melody was snuggled right up against Shelly, clutching her Lola doll. He wasn’t sure, but he had a feeling that it was one of his merch ones, which were based on something Shelly had made when she was pregnant with Zack - she had just felt extra… Nesty, and that had manifested in her making little felt toys. She’d started with simple shapes, like Peeps, and had moved on from there. Nothing too complicated - he had a feeling that the Lola she’d made was the most complicated thing, but she’d kinda stopped after she made one of those that she was happy with. Then Gerard had taken a shine to it, and had used it as almost a prototype for his merch. And then, Melody had taken a shine to the one Shelly had made, so she made their daughter another one and they’d given her one of the merch ones too.

His daughter was snuggled up happily to his wife, clutching her Lola doll, and it was adorable. Melody already looked so much like her mother - she was blonde, she had blue eyes - Gerard swore that Melody also had a similar face shape to Shelly too. He had the feeling that she would only grow up to be even more like her mom. He sighed a little bit and pinched the bridge of his nose. Gerard wasn’t sure if he was going to be capable of warding the boys off of his daughter. On the other hand, she had several uncles, a feisty aunt and a very protective mama, so she’d be okay.

“Darling?” Shelly called softly from the other side of the room.

Gerard looked up at her and smiled. “Yeah?”

Shelly carefully removed herself from her daughter’s delicate grip, and got to her feet before moving one of Melody’s bigger plush toys to be in the spot she’d been sitting in. She covered Melody up with her favourite blanket before creeping out of the room to be with her husband, pulling the bedroom door up behind her.

“Hi,” she said softly. “You okay?”

Gerard reached for her and pulled her close, nodding. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“You were just pinching your nose, that’s all,” Shelly leant up on her tiptoes to rub her nose against his. “You only do that when you’re a bit stressed.”

“I was just thinking about how much Mels already looks like you,” he returned the eskimo kiss before kissing her forehead. “And how I’m not sure I’m ever going to be ready to chase the boys -”

“Or girls,” Shelly added, already knowing where this was going.

“True, we don’t judge here.”

She giggled.

“But I was thinking about…” He paused to consider his words. “I really don't think I’m ever going to be ready to chase the dates away from my daughter.”

“Oh, love,” Shelly laughed. “She’s a toddler - she’s nowhere near the double digits yet!”

Gerard hummed but blinked rapidly as Shelly stood on her tiptoes again, but this time she cupped his face.

“You don’t need to worry Gee,” she said softly. “You especially don’t need to worry yet.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist, and held her close. “I know, I know. I can’t help it.”

“You’ll worry yourself into an early grave, love,” she kissed his cheek before standing back onto her feet. “You start worrying about that now, and you won’t be around when she hits that point.”

“I know. I know,” Gerard tightened his grip on her and buried his face in her neck for a moment, inhaling her scent. “I’ll try to stop thinking about the future and concentrate on the here and now.”

“Mm hm. That’s a good idea,” Shelly stroked his hair. “Enjoy her while she’s little, ‘cause she won’t be little for long.”

“Oh, god, yeah, I know, I can’t believe she’s not a baby anymore.”

“Well, she’ll always be our baby.”

Gerard hummed and kissed Shelly’s forehead. “Mm, true. But, she really is growing up so fast.”

“Zack will too,” Shelly said with a nod before she covered her mouth as she yawned. “Mm, I think we should go and sit down…”

“Oh. Yeah, of course,” he kept an arm around her waist. “Did you want a nap while the kids do?”

Shelly hummed. “I think that might be a good idea.”

“You’re still breastfeeding after all, and you need to be rested and healthy to produce that,” Gerard steered her to their bedroom so she could lay down and nap.

“He doesn’t seem interested in regular baby food yet,” Shelly said, allowing her husband to usher her to their bed, where she settled on top of the duvet. “I keep trying.”

“I know,” Gerard covered her with a blanket. “And he’ll take it when he’s interested. It’s okay if he only wants mama right now.”

“Mm, I hope so. Melody was much more curious,” Shelly snuggled down more. “But then again, she had daddy asking her to try new foods, and we know she’s a daddy’s girl.”

“And Zack,” Gerard tucked her in properly. “Is very much currently a mama’s boy.”

“That’s just because I feed him,” Shelly sounded mildly amused. “He’s a mama’s boy because mama has the soft, snuggly boobs with the tasty milk.”

Gerard tried not to laugh, grinning at his wife instead. “Well, to be fair…”

Shelly raised an eyebrow at him.

“I normally only want mama, so I can’t say I blame him.”

She giggled and he leant down to kiss her. He soon felt her grab ahold of his shirt to keep him close. He got the message quite quickly, actually, which was good, even though he really enjoyed her next action - which was to let go of his shirt to grab the back of his neck. Sometimes she’d tangle her fingers in his hair and hold him to her that way, and he really enjoyed that. (That was one of the elements that got them their daughter after all. Alongside other things, of course. It had never really been a secret that he was weak to having his hair played with, pulled a little even. At least, it had never been a secret to Shelly. She’d picked up on that fact embarrassingly quickly - and before they’d gotten together too.)

“Stay with me?” She asked, softly and shyly.

Gerard blinked rapidly at her. “Love, why do you look so nervous?”

Shelly sunk under the blanket a little more, pulling it up over her nose. Naturally, when she spoke, her voice was quieter and a little muffled. “In case you say no.”

“N- no?!” Gerard spluttered. “Darling, when have I ever told you no? Especially in regards to something as innocent as that.”

She hummed and nodded a little. Gerard watched this before gently moving the blanket so he could see her face better - she had a light blush on her cheeks.

“Oh love,” Gerard moved to settle on the bed behind her, getting right up close under the blanket to spoon her, wrapping his arms around her tightly. “I could never say no to snuggling and cuddling with you. Why would I ever deny you that?”

Shelly wriggled back against him, into his hug, settling happily. She hummed - it was almost like a purr actually - when he squeezed her gently.

“I don’t know,” her voice was just above a whisper. “I guess I’m feeling a little… Unsure, at the moment.”

“Hmm,” he kissed the back of her neck - although it was closer to the side because it was nearer to where her neck met her shoulder. “I think that you and I need to have a conversation when the kids have gone to bed properly later, but for now, darling, you need to nap.”

“Gee…” Her voice was almost a whimper.

“A good conversation, love,” he kissed her neck again, holding her tightly. “It’ll be okay, I’m not gonna leave you over anything. I love you.”

He felt her relax in his arms at those words - even if it was only a little, and that was something, at least.

“I love you too,” she whispered.

“Go to sleep, pretty mama,” he murmured. “I’ll stay right here with you.”

Shelly giggled sleepily and relaxed back against him and into the blanket. Gerard hummed, buried his nose in her hair and snuggled with her. She fell asleep first, which he expected because, even though he was now home to help her with the house and to support her with the kids, she was still the more active one with it all - she still had the routines down and still took charge with it all. The kids still wanted her first, even though Melody really was a daddy’s girl, she still wanted her mom first. And because the kids wanted mom first, she was often the one to get up at night to tend to Melody. And she had to be up to tend to Zack in case he was hungry, and even if he wasn’t hungry, the scent of his mom and being snuggly with her normally helped. But that was a baby thing - Melody had been the same. (And honestly? Sometimes all Gerard wanted was to snuggle against his wife and smell that lovely combination of her natural scent and her perfume. He got it.)

He completely understood the rest though - he had travelled a lot and hadn’t been around for… Well, not for ages, it really was only for a little bit, right at the beginning of the children’s lives. Maybe because it had been for such a short time, they could exclude it later on down the line. He honestly didn’t see himself travelling again for a little while, but weird things happened so neither of them were ruling it out - he just hoped it wouldn’t be for Quite Some Time now. He wanted to be around for his wife and his kids, and for the milestones.

It made so much sense to him that she was so tired. He was doing his best to try and take over doing the things he could - like the house stuff. It was sort of working, Shelly was getting better at stepping back and letting him take over. Again, at least with the stuff around the house. He was happy to let her take control with the kids - he’d just follow her lead there. He could take over things like, giving Melody a bath while Shelly dealt with the baby, for example. He did his best, and he knew she appreciated it.

Shelly fell asleep first, and therefore, she woke up first. She was honestly a little surprised to feel her husband still beside her - still spooning her, still with his arm around her. She enjoyed it, actually. He was probably feeling a little protective, and determined to make sure that she felt loved.

Not that she’d ever felt unloved, not for a moment in their entire relationship. She’d doubted herself during ProRev, of course she had. Gerard had been on top of the world, in some of the best shape of his life (at that point), at the height of his career (at that point) and she… Was just herself. Just someone who worked for the band, who (according to some) kept her job because of… Less than professional reasons. Even though she knew that they would’ve kept her even if she and Gerard weren’t together. She had been a bit vulnerable during ProRev, admittedly, and that had apparently been a little obvious. Much like when she practically admitted to being self conscious before they fell asleep. She didn’t doubt that he’d remember that, and she most certainly didn’t doubt the fact he’d remember and they really would end up having that discussion later on.

Shelly managed to remove herself from her husband’s hold before a few little noises came from the speaker of the baby monitor on her bedside table. She hummed, tidied her hair a little and made her way to the nursery.

Gerard woke up a little while later - not too long had passed, but enough for him to move in his sleep to pull her closer, only to find an empty spot where his wife had been. He sat up and rubbed his eyes for a moment before checking the time. They hadn’t napped for too long, so that was good - certainly not long enough for Melody to wake up first and come and find them. His first instinct was to go and see if his wife had gone to check on their daughter, but then the baby monitor crackled a little bit. He tilted his head and waited to see what would come out of the speaker next, partially poised in case he needed to head in there.

Out of the sounds he expected to hear from the baby monitor, his wife singing quietly to their son wasn’t one of them.

It had been a while since he’d heard that - she used to sing to their daughter when Melody was a baby, and he guessed that she still did quite frequently, just like she sung to their son; he just didn’t catch her doing it very often, if at all. She was quite shy about it apparently and would clam up quickly if she had even an inkling that someone else might be listening.

“I don’t know darling,” her gentle voice came from the speaker. “Daddy’s the singer, Daddy’s the talented one. Not me, no, not mama.”

Gerard sat in silence, staring at the little device, unable to quite believe the words that he’d just heard. After a few minutes, Shelly started humming again. It didn’t take him long to recognise the song as one of the ones they’d danced to at their wedding. It wasn’t their first dance song, but he definitely remembered slow dancing with her to it, while she was wearing white.

He listened to her for a little longer before pushing himself off of their bed and heading to the nursery, approaching the door carefully. She’d left it mostly open for once, so he guessed that Zack hadn’t needed another feed or anything - just a little attention, and honestly, that was fair. He stopped and glanced towards Melody’s bedroom before creeping over to press his ear against the door, listening for a moment - it didn’t sound like she was awake from her nap yet. Or if she had, she was playing quietly until they came to get her. He’d do that in a minute.

Shelly continued humming softly to her son, cradling him against her chest as she slowly made her way around the room.

“I might not be talented, like your father,” she said softly to the baby. “But I do make well behaved children, so I’ve got that going for me.”

Zack peered up at the sound of his mother’s voice, otherwise snuggled happily against her and Shelly smiled down at him.

“Yeah. You’re going to grow up to be a lot like your dad I think,” she said quietly with a smile. “Oh, if you grow up to be a carbon copy of your father, I’m going to have to chase the girls away, aren’t I?”

Zack patted at his mother, mostly getting her chest.

“Oh… Excuse me, chase the dates away from you,” Shelly leant down to nuzzle and kiss the top of his head. “Boys, girls, both, neither. As long as you’re happy, healthy and safe, darling. We’re not gonna judge you, honey. Mama definitely can’t do that.”

The baby gurgled happily and Shelly beamed.

“Yeah, okay. I get what Gerard was saying about Melody earlier. But we’ll be good, I promise. Dates have to get through your uncles and your Auntie Lux first, and I do not envy them for that. Then they get to meet the parents, and I think your dad might be a bit more… Intense than I am. Especially when it comes to your sister.”

She fell quiet for a few moments, gently swaying with her son.

“I just hope I don’t turn into one of those crazy ‘boy moms.’ I don’t want to be a future nightmare of a mother in law. Or just ‘Zack’s weird mother’ as you grow up,” Shelly stopped for a moment to move her son so he was looking over her shoulder, starting to rub his back gently.

A few minutes of this passed as Shelly slowly walked around the room again; her movements were almost like she was dancing with her baby. It wasn’t until she was facing the window with Zack still looking over her shoulder behind her, that she stopped because her son squealed softly with delight.

“Hmn?” She adjusted him so she could look at his face. “What’s that for?”

Zack gurgled at her again, settling back into her arms. Shelly smiled warmly down at him before turning around, fully intent on going to sit in the rocking chair with him; maybe see if he was hungry.

Instead, she caught sight of her husband leaning one shoulder against the nursery door frame, his hands in the pockets of his jeans. Just casually watching her with that little smile on his face and sparkling stars in his eyes.

He looked so good and it just wasn’t fair. He was still just as handsome as the day Shelly had met him. Hell, maybe she was biased, but she thought that he was even more handsome now with some years on him. Even though he certainly didn’t look his age, and that was even more unfair. Especially because Shelly was starting to feel hers. Maybe it was because she’d had two children - her son wasn’t even a year old yet, maybe it was just a woman thing due to the pressure of society or whatever or maybe she was just feeling sensitive and tired. But she definitely didn’t feel like she looked as good for her age as he did.

“There she is,” he said, moving himself off of the door frame, pushing up the sleeves of his sweatshirt as he made his way over to her.

Shelly swallowed. God damn it, why was that so hot? Why was that still so hot? Jesus Christ. She’d pretty much only just had Zack, she did not need another one.

“H- hi,” she managed, glancing up at him as he stopped in front of her. Just for a second before she looked back at the baby in her arms.

Gerard hummed at her, but stayed watching her for a moment, until she smiled at their son. He moved a little closer and rested one hand on her waist, his hand soon slipping to her hip, where it stayed. She raised an eyebrow but didn’t take her eyes off of their baby. So, Gerard gently squeezed her hip before using his other hand to gently lift her chin.

“Hi gorgeous,” he said softly. “My beautiful, stunning, wonderful wife.”

She went from blinking rapidly at the chin lifting to shaking her head slightly at his words. “Mm, no.”

“Mm yes,” he ran his hand over her hair, gently tucking some loose strands behind her ear. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world, and you get prettier every single day, more gorgeous every single year, more wonderful for every single milestone we hit.”

“Not that you’re biased or anything,” Shelly mumbled.

“Of course not,” Gerard gently took Zack from her, hoisting him up to lean him against his shoulder. “C’mere my boy, time to give mama a break.”

“But -” Shelly pouted a little bit. “But mama doesn’t mind having cuddles with her babies.”

Gerard hummed at her while making sure he could support his son with one arm. Once he was sure that the baby was secure, he leant his cheek against his son’s head and reached for his wife with his free hand, managing to grab her hip and pull her to him that way, sliding his arm around her waist once he felt her lean against his chest a little.

“I know mama doesn’t mind,” he said softly, kissing the top of her head, smiling when that made her nestle against his chest. “But mama is tired, and Zack’s clearly not hungry right now, so maybe you should go and rest quietly for a bit.”

She sighed and stepped back from him, trying to reach for her son. “But, Gerard -”

“Shelly,” he let her move away, but lifted her chin again, his hand slipping to cup her cheek. This action made her eyes widen at first but she otherwise almost melted against him. “Listen to me.”

“Mm hm…” She nodded and his hand returned to her waist.

“You; the love of my life, the sun to my moon, the paint to my miniatures, the coffee to my mug -”

She giggled, going slightly pink.

“The mother of my two beautiful children,” he continued, squeezing her gently. “My gorgeous, wonderful, insanely attractive - no don’t you shake your head at me.”

Shelly squeaked and buried her face in his chest. Gerard hummed and kissed the top of her head again.

“You don’t need to feed the tiny one currently,” he repeated gently. “And, like I said earlier, you need to be well rested, and well to properly produce, so, while the tiny lion doesn’t need sustenance, go and rest, mama.”

“But Melody -”

“Will be fine hanging out with just daddy for a little bit,” he lifted her chin again. “I can solo parent my own children for a little bit, love.”

“You didn’t call it babysitting,” she smiled.

“Of course not,” Gerard shook his head with a small snort before turning his head to kiss his son. “These are my children, Shell, I helped make them.”

“Yeah,” Shelly giggled. “You did.”

He grinned at her before kissing her forehead. “Nothing worse than those fathers who consider parenting and babysitting on the same level that way.”

“Mm,” she hummed happily as he kissed her forehead and then leant up on her tiptoes to nuzzle her son. “I mean, it takes two to make a baby after all.”

“Yeah, and we men get the fun part,” he wrapped his arm around her to hold her close. “You mamas get the hard, painful, incredibly difficult part. And I’m so surprised that you wanted to go through that twice, for and with me.”

Shelly opened her mouth to talk but couldn’t find the words so shook her head and reached for her baby again. This time, Gerard gave in and passed Zack over, watching Shelly soothe the wriggly child until he was cradled against her shoulder. He paused for a moment before holding her tighter, making sure not to squash the baby as well, of course.

“I think you’re amazing,” he murmured into her hair, smiling as Zack giggled. “For choosing me, for loving me long enough to want to marry me -”

“Oh love, I could say the same thing.”

“For wanting to put up with me for the rest of our lives,” Gerard continued. “For going through the whole pregnancy thing, not only once, but twice, Shell. You’re incredible for that alone.”

“Oh, stop,” Shelly shook her head a little.

“Even if my body was capable, I don’t think I could do it - I don’t think I could cope. But you made it look so easy, both times!”

“Well, the first time, I had a very, very good village,” Shelly smiled slightly. “I had some very protective bodyguards.”

Gerard laughed.

“But that’s what you do for those you love,” she said quietly. “You give them the world.”

“Shelly,” Gerard took her hand, kissing the back of it. “You are my world, you always have been. My sun, my whole damn galaxy. I would’ve been happy with just you, honestly, but,” he rubbed his thumb over her wedding ring, keeping a hold of her hand and using his free one to gently tickle under Zack’s chin. “But no, you decided that we should expand our universe and add a couple more stars to our skies.”

Zack laughed at his father - more at the tickling than anything else. He couldn't quite understand all the words yet, but he was safe, snuggled against his mama, and happy with attention from his dad.

“And my god, I’m so glad. So, glad that I’m the one accompanying you on this particular journey, because it’s wonderful to see you add another feather to your well decorated cap,” Gerard pulled her close again and wrapped his arms around her. “I’m amazed by you and I’m convinced that there’s nothing you can’t do.”

“Not that you’re biased at all, Gerard,” Shelly hummed. “Not everyone would agree with that.”

“Of course they wouldn’t,” he said before he grinned at her. “But it sucks to be them, as I have the best wife in the cosmos, and I’m never letting her go. I don’t like to share.”

Shelly giggled, a blush on her face as she leant up to kiss his cheek. “Alright Romeo. You’ve already won me, you don’t need to try so hard. Let’s go and wake Melody up -”

“But you’re supposed to be resting!”

“And I’ll relax more surrounded by my babies and my husband, not alone in our room,” she tilted her head at him. “Okay? I’ll let you wait on me hand and foot and take the lead, but I don’t want to be alone.”

Gerard’s expression softened. “Okay. That’s fair. I’ll take that.” “Good. Compromising is fun, see?” She grinned at him.

“Alright,” he kissed her forehead again. “Okay, let’s go and wake up the other baby.”

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