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The Object that stood in the way of a World Cup pt. 3

Hi. So here is part 3 (again, this will have another part because I am determined to get it happy at the end; it's just taking me a while to get there ahahah). Big thanks to @lyak12 for helping me work out my issues with the fic <3

Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 4 : Part 5 : Epilogue

Ona Batlle x Reader

Flashbacks are in italics

TW: Injury, R ain't ok mentally, suggestiveness

Description: R comes home from Australia to start her recovery

Word Count: 3.6k

You had required three surgeries in total to fix everything – an emergency one to save your leg, one to place the screws and realign everything and one to reattach the ligaments in your knee. The damage the tackle had done was extensive; your shin was splintered into 3, some coming through the skin, and the force of the collision ruptured your ACL and meniscus ligament, too. No one dared show you the video, and you weren’t bothered to look it up. Even though you couldn’t remember what happened, you’d have the scars for life. You had asked what the timeline was for when you could get back on the pitch. One doctor had said it was an if not a when. You didn’t like that doctor. It would be a when – football was your lifeline, your escape when times were tough. You didn’t know how you would cope with it. Your physios at Barca had said that when … if … you were back on the pitch, your playing style would have to change. They had told you in broken English that you probably would never play the same and would have to rely on speed and technical ability rather than strength in matches. But that was ok; as long as you were on the pitch, you didn’t care how you had to play, just so long as you could.

You flew back to Barcelona a month after the World Cup. You wanted to be back earlier, but you hadn’t been cleared to fly and definitely hadn’t been cleared to fly halfway across the world. The medical staff in Australia were lovely – sneaking you extra desserts, cheering every milestone, no matter how small, braiding your hair, and helping apply your moisturiser when you were too tired to do it yourself. Your family had only seen you that first day. You didn’t mind – you didn’t particularly like when they were around anyway. It was always too loud with them. The bad kind of loud. The Lionesses were the good kind of loud. They had piled into your room, staying as long as possible. Georgia had left you with her Tamagotchi, making you promise her you’d try to keep it alive. Being suitably distracted by the mountain of sugary sweets piled on your bed by Hempo, much to the horror of Leah and Sarina, you missed the way Lucy eyed you wearily.

You considered Lucy a big sister, especially since moving to Barcelona. She had been concerned about you since you arrived. The happy, bubbly young woman she had come to care for deeply had retreated back into the quiet shell you had been when you first joined the senior squad. At first, she thought you were just nervous – she knew how scary it could be to be in a new city without many friends. But after a while, she knew it was something more sinister. She barely saw you outside of football; you were always making excuses to avoid team bonding or insisting you needed to stay late to work on things. Things you already excelled at. She grasped just how badly something was wrong with the first international camp of the new year. She thought you would return back to your old ways, finally being around your old friends and not having to navigate another language. But that wasn’t the case; if anything, you grew even quieter – especially around Alessia and Ella. That concerned her the most – you were closer than family to those two. They could always be relied on to drag a smile out of you. So, she kept an eye on you. Quietly observing your behaviour.

Whilst you hated that you weren’t back in Barcelona as quickly as you wanted to be, you were glad you didn’t have to see Ona again so quickly. That night was the last time you had seen her. You hadn’t said anything as she took a seat across from you. She hadn’t said anything as you started to drift into an uncomfortable slumber. Only when she was sure you were in a deep sleep did she break her silence.

“Mai podré dir-te com ho sento,” she whispered. “Sempre t'estimaré. Espero que algun dia em permetis estimar-te de la manera que et mereixes.”

“Oni, I can’t speak Catalan, remember? You’re going to have to repeat that in English.” You laughed as she chattered away. It was an off-day and oddly warm in Manchester. You lay with your head in her lap, top tucked up into your bra, exposing as much skin as possible in an effort to soak up the summer sun.

“Sorry, amor. I’m just happy it’s finally warm here. It reminds me of home a little bit.” She carded her fingers through your hair as you snuggled your face into her stomach.

“Tell me about it?” You asked gently. You loved hearing the stories of her home, her childhood, her life back in Spain.

“There’s this little cafetería back home. It sells the best Crema Catalana ever. I don’t know what they do, but, mmmm ... es tan delicioso. It’s even better than my Mamí’s. It’s so pretty too. It’s got this really cool tiled pattern flooring and vines on the wall at the front. During the summer, they open all the doors and play music and …” You could listen to Ona talk all day; the excitement when she mentions her home is unparalleled. You could feel yourself drifting into sleep – the warm weather, her gentle fingers scratching at your scalp, her intoxicating smell that wrapped around you like a soft hug.

“Mmmm,” you hummed happily. "It sounds fantastic. I wish I could visit,” you commented.

“You shall. I’ll take you. You’ll come to see my home, we’ll do all the touristy things in Barcelona, and then I’ll show you all the local spots in Vilassar de Mar, prometo,” She vowed.

“Good. I …” you cut yourself off with a yawn, “I don’t want to see Barcelona without you.” Your eyes fluttered gently.

“You won’t. I won’t let you. You’re stuck with me for life, amor.” You smiled softly at her words. You liked the sound of being with Ona for life. “Ve a dormir, amor. I’ll be here when you wake up.” You nodded and allowed yourself to slip into a gentle dream.

Arriving home, it was easier to avoid Ona than you thought. You were still on strict instructions to rest. Alexia had tried to force you to stay with her. When that failed, Lucy had tried. You liked your space. You liked your private time. You felt like you could never fully relax around people … except for around Ona - that voice in your head reminded you. No! You couldn’t allow that voice to win. You had a recovery to think of now. You had compromised a little bit, though. You lived in the same building as Ingrid and Mapi, so you gave them permission to get a spare key cut. This allowed you to have people constantly checking on you without feeling like a burden on them. Alexia wanted a key for herself, but she lived on the other side of town, and you didn’t like dragging her so far from her usual daily routine.

To be honest, you were unsure if you wanted to see Ona. Alessia had quietly told you that you wouldn’t calm down on the pitch until Ona held you. In the extra month you were in Australia, you had come to terms with the fact you were still in love with her. You had tried to deny it when you initially came to Spain. But now it was just a fact you had to live with. That night in the hospital was so incredibly awkward … strange … nice. She had stood in a training top you were fairly sure was yours once upon a time, head hung low as she picked at her nails. You wanted to bat her hands away, to tell her to stop, but she had sat too far and out of your reach.

“I’m telling you, Y/N, something’s wrong with Ona”, Hayley whispered to you in the bathroom. “I don’t know what’s wrong, but she won’t stop picking at her nails; she’s really quiet. Something’s not right. I think something may have happened during the break.” You sighed deeply. You also think something may have occurred whilst she was in Spain. You had picked her up from Manchester Airport, and you could tell instantly something wasn’t right. 3 of her fingers were wrapped in plasters, and the others looked just as sore. When you extended your arms out to hug her, she looked a little apprehensive but stepped into your embrace anyway. No matter how much you wanted to keep her in your arms, you stepped away after a few short seconds. You had never seen her so tired, so different, so … you weren’t quite sure what had happened. You kissed her forehead gently as you ushered her to the car.

It didn’t take long for you to find Ona – she was sitting in your cubby after all. Despite your concern, your heart couldn’t help but flutter as you recognised your number on the hoodie she was wearing.

“Me gustas en mi ropa,” You said as you crouched in front of her, hands resting gently on her knee. She didn’t smirk like she usually would. She didn’t react when you started tracing gentle shapes on her bare legs. She just kept picking at her nails. “Oni… lo que le pasó?” You asked in the gentlest tone imaginable. She just shook her head, wiping a stray tear away. “No … hey, hey, hey, no. Oni. Mi niña hermosa. Don’t cry.” You surged forward. “Please don’t cry.” You didn’t know how to comfort her. You had seen her angry, you had seen her scared, you had seen her frustrated. But you had never seen her cry before.

You had eventually coaxed her into going home. You had waited until everyone had left—Hayley hurrying people along to let you deal with the situation. The force with which she gripped your hand left a sour taste in your mouth. You had kept your hand in hers the whole journey home and into your flat. You led her to the sofa as you lay down, pulling her on top of you.

“Now …” You started, “I’m not going to make you talk to me. But I can tell something happened when you were in Spain. I want you to tell me, but I’m not going to force you. Whatever you want to share that’s entirely up to you. But please, Oni … I’m not going to judge you, or laugh at you, or hurt you for telling me anything. Un problema compartido es un problema dividido, right?” You whispered as your fingers slipped under her jumper.

It took a while, but eventually, she told you. You held her as she cried over the conditions in the Spanish camp. You held her as she recounted the story of her being forced from her bed at 5 in the morning for a run and not being allowed to stop until she threw up or passed out. You held her as she ranted about how mean the coaching staff were to Pina, and when she had stepped in to intervene, she had it twice as bad. You held her as she eventually slipped into a fitful reprieve from the nightmare she had just returned from.

But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t shake Ona’s voice from your head telling you, you weren’t could enough for Barca. If she thought that before your injury, what would she think about you now? You were looking at a year off the pitch, at least, let alone having to train in a new style and learn a new way of playing that could have you set back even further. It echoed in your mind before behind, when you looked at yourself in the mirror, when you were with the team as they tried to help you feel better.

Most days looked similar for you in the first month you returned. You were still in a cast and brace, so you couldn’t do much. The doctors - and Alexia - had told you how important it was to establish and stick to a routine. So, you did. You woke up at 8.30 every morning. There was training – you obviously couldn’t go, but since all your friends had that schedule to stick to, so did you. You would go into the bathroom and have a really awkward shower; more often than not, you would flood the bathroom, then get ready for the day. Lucy told you that you needed to change out of your pyjamas every day, so you slipped on loose shorts and a shirt – your ‘day pyjamas’ you had christened. You had breakfast with Ingrid and Mapi before they left for training, and then you sat on the couch. All day. With your mind slowly descending into chaos over everything that had happened. And then you would hear the conversations from outside that told you some of the girls were coming round to see you, and you plastered a smile on your face as you asked them about their day, and they would ask you about yours. On non-training days, you granted yourself a lie-in. Keira and Lucy would come by with pastries from the bakery down the round and fresh fruit for you to snack on. You would sometimes have a Lioness Facetime if everyone’s schedules allowed.

You had yet to go to a match or the training facility, watch a game on TV, or even just play Fifa. But that would come with time; you would have to go eventually because that was where the physios and trainers were. People thought you were reluctant to go because of what had happened. Which you were … a little bit. The main reason that made you nervous about going was Ona. A picture of her on your timeline had sent you into a spiral for a good few hours. You were scared of what seeing her in person would do.

You had seen the picture of her in the Champions League promotion. And she looked so good. You had stared for far too long at her beautiful smile that still took your breath away, her chiselled jawline that you used to pepper kisses across when you cuddled up against her, her veiny arms that had made you feel so safe and loved, her messy bun that you had jokingly begged her to teach you how to do, her freckled cheeks that would sport a soft pink hue every time you complimented her, the dimples you would poke at when she was trying to be angry at you but failing miserably.

“Great game today girls, you played fantastically. And well done to Ona.” You were standing next to her in the post-match huddle, she shyly groaned as her achievements were recognised in front of everyone.

“Mi Oni’s got her name on the score sheet,” You sang out as you walked back down the tunnel, arms wrapping around her waist. “We need to celebrate.” A round of cheers from everyone echoed the sentiment. Just as you were about to separate to go shower, you felt Ona squeeze you gently. “Hm?” You asked, scanning her features for discomfort.

“Could we do something … just us tonight?” As much as she loved the girls, she wanted a night with you. Alone. She looked so adorable as she quietly mumbled her desires to you.

“Absolutely we can,” your smile reassured her. You pressed your hands against her cheeks quickly before turning to head to the showers.

You didn’t even bother with an excuse when you messaged Lessi and Tooney.

Y/N: Sorry not coming tonight - other plans x

Tooney: Rude

Tooney: Do these other plans involve a Spanish defender???

Y/N: Maybe x

Y/N: She wanted to do something just us

Lessi: I want details! x

Y/N: Nothing’s going to happen

Y/N: U know we r just friends

Tooney: And I’m just friends with Joe :p

Y/N: Its just a MOVIE NIGHT x

Lessi: If u say so x

Tooney: stay safe x

Y/N: ffs and I do say so.

Y/N: text me when ur both home pls x

Lessi: Will do x

Your other plans involved very little deviation from your regular nights. She had cooked for you like always, serving up a delicious paella that had you begging her for cooking lessons. Over dinner, you relived her goal from your perspective and forced her to tell you what she was thinking when she sent it into the back of the net.

“Now that you’ve started scoring, you won’t stop. I’m telling you.” She had laughed at your promise. “I’m being serious here. We need to come up with a celebration for you.” She just hummed and kissed the top of your head as she gathered the plates and took them to the sink.

Later, you were lying on the sofa watching a Spanish movie she insisted on, telling you how it was a part of her childhood and she needed to share it with you. You weren’t paying any attention. You were far too distracted by her fingers running up your spine. It was driving you mad in the best way possible. Your ear was pressed against her chest, her heartbeat comforting and peaceful as you burrowed yourself deeper into her.

“Estás bien?” Ona asked, your movements catching her attention.

“Yeah.” You responded. “I’m really proud of you, you know that, right?” You shifted again, this time drawing yourself up to cage her in with your arms. The blush reappeared on her cheeks as you stared intently at her. God, she was so beautiful. “And I’m really happy you came to Manchester. You make everything better.” You told her honestly. She was getting overwhelmed. You could see that as she avoided your gaze. You gently poked the place where a dimple appeared when she smiled. “Oni …” you waited until she looked back at you. “Puedo besarte?” You said as you stared at her lips.

“Sí.” This wasn’t your first kiss, drunk or sober. But this time felt different. You couldn’t explain it. Her soft lips parted as you licked the seam of her mouth.

You continued to make out lazily on the sofa before Ona broke away for some much-needed air. You didn’t care, though. Your lips just moved to her neck – you were careful not to leave any marks, no matter how much you wanted to decorate the pale skin with dark splotches that claimed her as yours. She whimpered and whined underneath you until she was begging for more.

“Por favour. Do something. Anything. Necesito más,” she implored, hands tangling in your hair as you pulled away.

“Relajarse. Let me take care of you.” You sighed into her skin.

You're just a quick fuck. Easy. Nothing more to me. Her wicked words bounced around in your head. God, she had really ruined you. That was the first night you allowed yourself to truly feel everything, every emotion you had suppressed and bottled up for the last 9 months. It was painful. Raw. Terrifying.

At first, you were angry — so, so angry. Pure, unadulterated rage bubbled up and over the top of your carefully constructed walls. You threw a vase. It shattered into pieces like your heart had done all those months ago. It was satisfying, but you wanted more. You needed more. You ripped apart a cushion someone gave you as a housewarming present. You screamed and raged and shouted your emotions.

Then you cried. It started as a few lone drops that quickly became a torrent of unstoppable, hot tears. The sobbing hurt. It was painful and gut-wrenching. You had never cried like this before, and that scared you. These were the tears of someone heartbroken, and desperate. You cried so hard you thought you were about to throw up.

When you came to your senses, you were standing in the middle of the living room – how you got there was beyond you – feathers lightly floating around you, the wall had a slight dent, and someone was knocking frantically on your door. You didn’t move. If it was Ingrid or Mapi, they had a key. If it was Lucy or Alexia, they knew where to find the spare set. If it was anyone else, you didn’t want to see them.

Strong yet gentle arms pulled you to a warm body. The scent that engulfed you was soft and sweet. Alexia.

“Está bien, cariño. Let’s get you to bed, sí?” She was too gentle. Alexia didn’t do this kind of comfort. She offered practical solutions, honesty, and tough love.

“I… I’m scared,” You admitted as she helped you twist into bed.

“I know recovery can be scary, pequeña, but you will do it. It will be hard. But you can do it. Te lo prometo, puedes hacerlo. Everyone is going to help you. You can lean on us. We're here for you, bebita.” She was misunderstanding what you were referencing. You weren’t scared of recovery. You were physically healing well. A physio had been sent to your house from Barcelona to assess you at home to see whether you could start your rehabilitation at the club. She had asked you questions, and you had given the right answers. Your scars were healing well, and you had the expected range of motion for your injuries. Physically, you were right on track.

You were scared of your own mind. In the month you had been home alone, you had thought hard about anything. Ona had really broken you, yet you couldn’t let her go. What did that say about you? You had always thought you were stronger than that. You used to never understand what it was like when people would go back to an ex-partner who had broken their heart. Ona was never even officially yours, and she had managed to do so much damage.

This is becoming a lot more intense than I had planned ahahah. Hopefully, the next part will be out soon.

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paladinbaby · 2 months

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can’t call you a stranger, but can’t call you up

14 lines from love letters or suicide notes, doc luben / the power unbound, freya marske; photo my own / biotherm (for bill berkson), frank o’hara / georgia, phoebe bridgers / joy is not promised to you, hanif abdurraqib interviewed by ruth awad / wolf or-7, natalie diaz / i’m not speaking first, hala alyan / owl and pussycat some years later, margaret atwood / the dogs i have kissed, trista mateer / i had a dream about you, richard siken

[Image Description: Ten images of text.

1: “The ivy grew too fast. I searched in so many spots. It seemed impossible that I had missed one. But I never found it. How can something be there, and then not there? How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?”

2: A square photo of the sky at sunset. There are dark trees along the bottom edge. The sky is blue but is mostly covered in clouds. Text in the top left corner reads “The past had a heavy fist around his heart. What he was wait-ing for was for it to physically hurt.” The text is a split up photo of a printed line.

3: “the moon is rising / I am always thinking of the moon rising / I am always thinking of you”

4: Black text on a blue background. “Will you have me / Or watch me fall? / If I fix you / Will you hate me?”

5: “I think what I value most are people who love me enough to be angry at me then come back and still love me. People who are patient with me when they have no right to be. People who know me well enough to know that I am a collage of failures with some really good intentions.”

6: “I confuse instinct for desire - isn’t bite also touch?” Bite and touch are written in italics. The whole line is highlighted in red.

7: “I want to love something. / I want to love something without having to apologise for it. Please don’t tell.”

8: “Anything can become a saint if you pray to it enough -”

9: A photo of a poem written out in a lined notebook, the spiral binding is visible on the right edge of the image. The first line is in block capitals. “I Swear Somewhere This Works

In a parallel universe or another world / or a different life

we sit across from each other

at the kitchen table

and go over / the grocery / list.”

10: “In the dream I don’t tell anyone, you put your head in my lap.” End ID.]

#litstack #web weaving #richard siken #hanif abdurraqib #power unbound #freya marske #frank o’hara #natalie diaz #pheobe bridgers #personal #c: lost township #onion

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Hi, can u do one about Jill Roord x reader, pls?

Where Jill and the reader are married for years, only Vivianne Miedema and Lynn Wilms know it.

While they're playing against each other w their respective countries in the world cup. The day before the game the lionesses were having a bonding time at the beach, while the reader was quietly listening to her teammates talking. Jackie Groenen and Lynn Wilms went over and started talking w the reader in Dutch, they decided to go and prank Jill. The lionesses are shocked by:

1-how quickly the reader's mood/character changed from shy and introverted w the lionesses to fully extrovert w the oranje girls

2-the fact that the reader can speak fluently Dutch and how she learned it

During the game Netherlands vs England, the reader got tackled badly by Danielle Van De Donk. Jill got worried because the reader wasn't getting up and then she got so angry at Daan. Then Jill tried to convince the Netherlands coach to sub her off so she could go to check on her wife.

So she decided to go for a yellow card because she knew that it was the only chance to get sub off by her coach.

Idk how both of the teams find out that they're married.

Can you do something fluff and cute pls?

Can you maybe change p.o.v. from the reader to Jill and the others and vice versa

The Lioness and the Leeuwin

Jill Roord x reader

First of all I would like to apologize for taking so long. I hope you like it and it meets your expectations.

English is not my native language. Sorry for incorrect grammar and spelling.

I can't speak or write Dutch, so these sentences are in italics.

POV Y/n:

It´s matchday minus one. Tomorrow the lionesses are going to play against the oranje leeuwinnen. Its still feels unreal that we are going to play against the Netherlands in the semi-final of the world cup in Australia in front of around 83,500 people. What makes me feel even more nervous is the fact that I´m going to play against my wife. I know that it might be a bit unusual for a lioness to marry a leeuwin but when I first met Jill it felt like I didn´t had much of a choice. I fell in love with her and nothing else mattered. You might think that a married couple playing against each other in a world cup semi-final would cause a lot of media interest, but it doesn´t, well only when the marriage is public. And that’s why there wasn´t much focus on Jill and me, we never made or marriage or even our relationship public. Jill and I are very fond of our privacy and as such have not even told our teammates about our relationship as we know how quickly they are to say more than they are allowed to. We haven´t told anyone except our closest family and Lynn Wilms and Vivianne Miedema as they were our maids of honour.

Currently the lionesses are having bonding time at the beach. We enjoy the sand under our feet and the sun shining on our faces. I´m juggling a ball and listening to the waves and the conversations of my teammates until I´m torn out of my thoughts by loud screams.

“Y/n get ready to lose tomorrow!” my maid of honour screams.

“Only in your dreams Lynn you might want to start packing your bags!” I counter.

“You should rather enjoy the sun a little longer, since it’s known to rain in the England all the time!” Jackie replies.

I don´t really know how to reply and just shake my head laughing. I look over at Sarina, who of course understood every word and couldn´t help but smile. She already knows what I want to ask and nods in agreement.

I start walking towards the two when I hear Georgia complaining: “What´s that supposed to mean, now she is going to form an alliance with our enemy.”

I just roll my eyes and shoot her with the ball I juggled with. I take the last few steps towards them and am pulled into a bone-crushing hug by both.

“Have you heard about our prank on Jill? Without exaggerating, this was one of our best pranks.” Jackie asks me excitedly.

“Yes, Jill called me right after and told me about it.” I answer.

“Yeah, but I think there is still room for improvement.” says Jackie self-critically.

“We just have to think about something bigger.” fantasizes Lynn.

“Yes, something to make previous generations of pranksters proud of you. But don´t overdo it, don´t try to hurt anyone else you´ll make my victory too easy for me tomorrow.” I warn them.

“Yeah, keep dreaming.” Lynn says.

“It was nice to meet you here, but I have to get back to the others now.” I say goodbye to them and hug them one last time before walking back to my teammates.

POV lionesses:

“Am I hallucinating or are you seeing that too?” Georgia asks the others while continuing to watch Y/n closely.

The others look at Georgia confused and try to understand what she means, but they don´t succeed.

“Come on guys, did you know that Y/n can speak Dutch?” asks Georgia who is a little pissed that she didn´t know before.

“I`ve never heard her speak Dutch before but it sounds like she knows what she´s saying.” says Lucy who is a little impressed by Y/N.

“Is her Dutch good?” Alessia would like to know from Sarina.

“Yes, her Dutch is very good if not fluent and she doesn´t even has an accent.” replies Sarina.

“Maybe she´s just been bored too much during lockdown” suspects Kira.

“Now for another thing, Y/n seems a lot more outgoing with the two dutchies.” remarks Beth, who is allowed to accompany the team despite her injury.

“Yes, you´re right, I have never seen Y/n so extroverted.” says Leah, who is with the team as well.

“Maybe it´s like with Viv, she´s also more confident when she speaks Dutch.” Says Beth comparing her girlfriend to Y/n.

POV Y/n:

When I return to the team, I am immediately looked at with prompting looks and asked for an explanation.

“I was bored during my injury and quarantine and had nothing better to do. Besides that, Dutch is an easy language to learn, and I did it so I can converse better with Viv or Sarina, for example.” I explain.

“It´s nice to hear that you like my native language.” Sarina says to me.

“Well, it always helped me to talk to someone in my mother tongue when I was playing in other countries, it often helped me with homesickness. And you once said that you sometimes miss the Netherlands a lot.” I reply.

POV Jill:

I`m in the dressing room changing into our match kit for the game. I`m afraid. I´m afraid to play against my wife. One of us will win, the ither one will lose. One will continue to fight for the world championship title, the others dream will be over. I want to make her proud and win but I don´t want her to lose, I want her to win and celebrate but I don´t want my team to lose. Just before I can get into my thoughts any further, I am pulled out of my them by the buzzing of my phone.

Wifey❤️: Hey my love, I can hear your thoughts from here even though Leah is playing music very loudly. Please don´t worry to much about me or us. No matter what happens I will be proud of you, and nothing will change between us. I´m always there for you, my darling. I love you x.

I must smile. I find It amazing how in love I still am with her after all these years together. Also, it´s unbelievable how well Y/n knows me. What would I do without her. Well probably not playing in a world cup semi-final against my wife.

I make my way through the tunnel to line up with the others. I look to the side only to find my wife coming out the lioness’s locker room. She gives me a smile and winks at me. She then quickly looks around and kisses my forehead while pulling me into a hug. We pull away from each other when we hear a soft cough from Lynn. Lynn gives Y/N a mock scowl and tells me to focus on the match.

POV Y/n:

In the tunnel I have the feeling that I´m going to throw up in the nearest corner. But as I hold my escort child’s hand, step onto the pitch, sing the national anthem an hear the kick-off whistle, all the nervousness is gone.

The first half is going well, we get into the game well and create several chances which we unfortunately haven´t managed to take advantage of yet. In the second half we can make good use of Sarina´s advice and see our fist success in the 62nd minute when Lessi manages to score. The pressure we put on the Dutch players is reflected in their attacks on us the tackles become more frequent and violent. Jill and I clash a lot too, but I have the most work with Danielle van de Donk. Off the pitch she´s one of the nicest people I’ve ever met but we don´t give in on the pitch.

Another tackle from Daan, but this one was more painful than all the others combined. Even as I fall, I have a bad feeling that it will be very painful. And my feeling is not wrong. I hit the ground wrong. I hear a cracking sound in my neck and a creaking sound from my shoulder.

POV Jill:

Y/n is lying on the ground, she is curled up and holding her shoulder. Lucy Bronze is right by her side, rubbing her back while my wife buries her pained face in the grass to hide her tears. I knew it had to be something serious. I knew before Lucy called for the medics to come on the pitch. Y/n always got right up after a tackle, she didn´t like to look hurt in front of the opponent. She never cried and just kept going like nothing has happened. But this time it was different. This time it was more serious and more painful to say the least. All I want is to be with my wife like we promised each other back then. In health and in sickness. Seeing her in pain almost pains myself.

Out of the blue I feel the urge to punch Daan right in the face. But I can not. I can´t do it, I´ve promised Y/n so many times before not to let me be provoked and not to get physical, because violence is not the answer, but in this moment if somehow feels like the right answer. I can barely resist hurting Daan, but I´ll make her very aware that the tackle was a mistake.

POV Daan:

I´ve never seen Jill so upset. I understood that it was a mistake and that I shouldn´t have overdone it, but now it´s too late and I can´t do anything but apologize. Even after getting a yellow card, Jill is still upset. She discusses with Andries. I can´t hear what they´re talking about, but Jonker just shakes his head and sends Jill away. I´m being substituted to avoid getting a red card.

POV Jill:

I watch my wife being carried off the field by paramedics while I must stay here. Lucy holds her hand until Leah takes over. Y/n covered her face with her Jersey but before that I could see her wearing a brace around her neck. I can´t concentrate on the game anymore. How, when I don´t know how my wife if doing. My passes are less accurate and my tackles more uncontrolled. But it wasn´t until the 73rd minute that I got my long-awaited and well-deserved yellow card and finally got subbed of.

POV Leah:

I´m sitting in front of the door to the treatment room, which I´m not allowed to enter. With me are Viv and Beth. Y/n is in the treatment room, her sister is with her, but no one else who is not a family member is allowed to enter the room because according to a medic, Y/n needs to rest, and the doctor does not have enough space to take care of her with more people in the room. Beth and I try again to get the medic to understand that we are family to Y/n. She once said that we are her family and that she will fight for us to the bitter end. Just as I was about to start arguing again, Jill ran into the corridor.

“What are you doing here? You must play!” I ask her, but she just ignores me.

“Where is she?” Jill asks worriedly.

Viv points to the door and Jill is about to open it when the medic gently pushes her back.

“You can only enter if you are a family member, so please sit down and wait until I can let you in.” he says with a stern voice.

Beth wraps her arms around Jill´s shoulders to pull her back a little. Jill´s beathing quickens, she clenches her fists and tears start to form in her eyes.

“I know it´s hard but we´ll have to wait.” Beth whispers to calm her down a bit.

Jill just shakes her head, takes a deep breath, and takes a few steps towards the medic.

“I advise you to let me be with my wife or you will get to know me from another side.” she threatens him with a frighteningly calm voice.

Wait what did she just say, “my wife”? Y/n doesn´t talk much but she would have told to us.

“Are you kidding? Do you really think you´re the first to try to get past me like that?” he asks her and shakes his head with a mixture of amusement and annoyance.

Jill is getting more and more angry and tries to rip off the tape she has on her wrist but due to her anger it doesn´t work. She looks beggingly at Viv and a tear runs down her cheek. The way she is behaving she really could be married to Y/n, I must give her that, her acting skills are really good.

“Jill is telling the truth. She has been married to Y/n for several years now. If you go in there and look for Y/n´s insurance card you will find the name Y/n Roord on it. I was Jill´s maid of honour and Lynn Wilms was Y/n´s maid of honour” says Viv, pointing to the door.

Wow that was unexpected.

Jill finally manages to get the tape off with a lot of effort and reveals a ring, a brief overjoyed smile spreads across her face and she holds it up proudly. She shows it to the medic, and he finally agrees to letting her in.

POV Y/n:

I´m lying on a treatment lounger and my sister, who came to Australia just to watch my games, is holding my hand. I got a new neck brace which protects my neck better, an arms sling because I most likely sprained my collarbone and painkillers which are slowly starting to help.

The door opens and finally Jill comes in, I´ve been watching the game over the TV in the room and I´ve seen her substitution and only have been waiting for her to appear in the doorway. She approached me and the closer she got the better I could see that she had been crying. My sister let go of my hand and I lift my arm. Jill stopped in front of me, and I wipe a tear away from her cheek, which I then lay my hand on. She puts a hand on mine and holds it tight. She leans down and kisses me first on the forehead and then on my lips very carefully, afraid that she will hurt me.

The final whistle sounds on the TV and we both turn to the it to find out the result. England 2 goals. Netherlands 1 goal. England is in the final. The Netherlands is not. I won. My wife did not. We both take a deep breath and look at each other.

“I´m really sorry darling, you really deserve the win. I`m proud of you and I love you”. I tell her and look deep into her eyes to reinforce my statement.

“Thank you, my love, congratulations, you made it, I love you.” she says with a sad smile.

With the help of my sister and Jill, I am placed in a wheelchair. I am being pushed through the tunnel towards the pitch. We´re coming to a stop. Jill stands next to me and leans down towards me. I put my hand on her neck and pull her a little closer. We kiss and hear the fans cheering. We look around confused until my sister points to one of the screens and we see my wedding ring sparkling on the screen.

I hope you liked it. If you have any improvements, suggestions or requests, please feel free to contact me.

#woso x reader #engwnt x reader #nedwnt x reader #jill roord x reader

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Champagne Problems 2

marcus baker x female!miller!reader

warnings: mentions of vomit, nausea, mentions of food, panic attacks, i think that’s all…

fluff with a sprinkle of angst?

word count: 4.5k

italics = sign language

A/N: this will probably be a series bc i wanna add more to this :) i would've posted this earlier but i was struggling to edit the lil collage below 😭 also, i feel like the first one was better but i tried :/ & i will try to dedicate more time to writing bc recently i’ve been gaming a lot more + struggling to write an essay but anyways… try to enjoy?

unedited!

part 1 part 3

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You thought the Baker's reaction to your pregnancy would be worse. However, when both you and Marcus signed the words while simultaneously voicing that you were pregnant, they both wore a look of shock on their face, Max sitting on the couch with a wide grin. She practically threw herself at you and Marcus, pulling you both into a tight embrace.

“Oh my god, I-I don’t know what to say…” Ellen murmured, causing you to slightly frown, and Marcus to squeeze your hand in reassurance. Clint signed, “Well, at least I’ll be a young Grandpa,” He chuckled. Which caused a slight smile to grow on your face. “I wouldn’t say that this is the most ideal time for a baby, seeing as you both are so young, but just know you have our support, in whatever you choose to do. Being a grandma doesn’t sound too bad, the baby can call me Glamma!” Ellen began to ramble.

After you had told them your decision, they let you know that they’d be there for both of you, every step of the way. You felt the weight being lifted from your shoulders, pulling Marcus into a hug. You knew that you still had a long way to go, and you’d have to figure out how to raise a baby, where to raise your baby, and a lot more, albeit you had Marcus and he had you.

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You woke up due to nausea causing you to run to your bathroom, and fill the toilet with vomit. You felt a hand holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail, another on your back, rubbing soothingly. You knew immediately that it was your mother. Her presence seemingly relaxed you. “It’s okay, baby, let it out,” She murmured gently, her voice slightly rough due to the fact that she had just woken up.

Once you were done spilling your guts, you pulled away from the toilet, the horrid smell of vomit hitting your nose, causing you to once again reach for the toilet. After you were finished, you slammed the toilet lid shut, leaning your head against it, a sigh escaping your lips.

You sat there for a moment, before getting up, your mother helping you up, you quickly rinsed your mouth with mouthwash, following it up by brushing your teeth, as you tried to rid yourself of the taste of bile.

“Come on, why don’t you go get some more rest, darlin’,” Your mom ushered you to your room, tucking you into bed before placing a kiss on your head. You smiled at her before turning to face the window. You reached for your phone, debating on texting Marcus. However, when you saw that it was 4:30 am, you decided against it, not wanting to wake him up. You gazed out your window as you tried to go back to sleep. However, you couldn’t, you tossed and turned, the moonlight shining in your room, seeing as it was still dark out. Suddenly your window was thrown open, and a figure fell onto the wooden flooring of your room. You immediately sat up, slightly frightened before you heard the slight murmur of a “Shit,”.

You turned your bedside lamp on, “Marcus?” You questioned the boy, “What are you doing here?” You gazed at him curiously. “Georgia told me you were up because of morning sickness, so I thought I’d come over, not only because she practically threatened me but because I wanted to see how you and the baby are doing.” He tiredly smiled, eyes slightly drooping.

A gargantuan smile broke out on your face, a giggle escaping your lips, before you patted your bed, so he’d come to lay with you. “You didn’t have to come over, but thank you. And excluding the morning sickness, we’re doing just fine.” You responded, your hand finding its way to your flat stomach, which would soon be not-so-flat with a baby bump. Marcus placed his own hand atop yours, “I know, but I wanted to,” He grinned, before gently placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

His hands found your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him, cuddling you. “I can’t believe we’re having a baby.” He murmured. “I know,” You said, laying your head in the crook of his neck, breathing in his familiar, comforting scent, you let out a sigh. “What’s wrong?” He questioned. “Nothing, it’s just… I’m just kinda nervous about the appointment tomorrow- well, technically today.”

One of his hands left your waist, placing it atop your head. “Everything’s gonna go great, we’ve nothing to worry about, alright?”

“I know, I think it’s just cause, y’know it’s our first appointment…”

“Yeah, well let’s get some more sleep, everything’s gonna be okay, promise.” He smiled, before placing another kiss on your lips, causing you to smile against his lips. You pulled away, turning to shut off your bedside lamp. Out of the corner of his eye, your night light caught Marcus’s attention. He refrained from shutting it off, even though it slightly bothered him because he knew the gradual change of colors helped lull you to sleep, and you and the baby were the most important things in his life.

Marcus had drifted slightly away from you throughout the night- morning, which woke you up not even an hour later. You let out a whine, turning to find him practically at the edge of the bed, you scooted closer to him wrapping an arm and leg around his waist, the contact instantly relaxing you allowing you to drift off to sleep once again.

Marcus had gotten up a while before you, at around 9:30. Your doctor's appointment was at 12:30, so he figured he’d let you rest for another hour, while he went downstairs to make you a good, nutritional breakfast for you and the baby. He looked online and discovered that he should make you oatmeal, and decided he’d pair it with your favorite fruit and juice. Marcus placed your breakfast on a bed tray, making his way upstairs to your room, before running into Ginny and Austin. “Hey, I made some oatmeal, you guys can go ahead and get some, while I give this to your sister,” They both nodded in response, a small smile on their faces, Austin saying thanks.

Marcus opened the door to your room, placing the bed tray with your nutritious breakfast at the foot of the bed. He made his way toward you, gently rubbing your shoulder to wake you. “Princess, wake up I made you breakfast.” He gently voiced in an attempt to get you up. You grumbled slightly in your sleep, nuzzling your head closer to his hand. “Come on baby, it’s time to get up and eat, we gotta get you ready for your appointment,” He kissed your cheek, caressing the other one. You stirred, eyes slightly opening. Your eyes met Marcus’s brown ones staring at you with nothing but love and pure adoration, a small grin grew on your face.

“Hi, bub.”

“Morning, princess, you sleep well?” He laughed.

“Mhmm, amazing with you beside me.” You smiled at him, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to his lips. You stayed like that for a moment, as he returned the kiss, before quickly pulling away, nausea once again rising in you. “Oh god,” You murmured, getting up and making your way to the bathroom as fast as you could. Marcus was quick on your toes, as you lifted the toilet lid and threw up. Marcus gently held your hair away from your face, caressing your back.

You pulled away, throat and back aching. “I’m so done with this morning sickness,” You groaned out. “I wish I could make it stop.” Marcus said, to which you responded with, “It’s okay, it’ll all be worth it,” You smiled at him. You went through the process of cleaning your teeth and mouth of the taste of vomit, before pulling Marcus into a tight hug. “I love you. Thank you for being here for me and the baby.”

“It’s the very least, the minimum I should be doing, you don’t have to thank me, bub.” He replied, arms around your waist. “By the way, I made you oatmeal, so you and the baby can eat before we head to your appointment.” This caused you to smile at his thoughtfulness.

“It’s the very least, the minimum, I should be doing, you don’t have to thank me, bub. After all, you didn’t impregnate yourself.” He replied with a grin, arms around your waist. “By the way, I made you oatmeal, so you and bub can eat before we head to your appointment.” This caused you to smile at his thoughtfulness.

“Thank you, love, we appreciate you so much,” You said, your hand gently caressing your stomach which would soon have a bump, a sign of your healthily growing baby.

“Don’t thank me anymore, I’m just doing my part in making sure you and our baby are taken care of,” He insisted.

“Thank you,” You stubbornly insisted, a giggle escaping your lips. Marcus was about to lecture you once again before you shut him up with a kiss.

Marcus returned the kiss, as he pulled you closer to him, both of you melting into the adulation-filled kiss.

He pulled away, a whimper escaping your lips as you chased his own. “One more kiss, please?” You whined.

“You’re lucky you’re so cute.” He muttered, allowing you to press your lips against his own once again.

Once again, you eagerly kissed him, before he pulled away. “Alright, no more kisses until you eat your breakfast, sweetheart.”

“Fine,” you sighed dramatically.

Marcus guided you back to bed where your bowl of oatmeal sat on the breakfast tray, along with your favorite juice.

“Come on, baby, eat your oatmeal before it gets cold or else I’m gonna feed it to you myself.”

You sat down, stubbornly crossing your arms, “I was gonna eat it, but because you said that, now you get to feed it to me yourself.”

He sat in front of you a laugh escaping his lips, “Fine by me,” He responded.

Marcus grabbed the spoon scooping oatmeal into it before lifting it to your lips. As you were about to eat the oatmeal, Marcus moved his hand, oatmeal getting smeared on your nose.

“Oops, I didn’t mean to do that, love, I’m sorry.” Marcus let out a quiet laugh at the pout on your lips.

“I think I deserve another kiss as compensation,” You murmured, Marcus giving into your wants as per usual.

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Once you finished your oatmeal, you and Marcus got ready to go to your ultrasound. You insisted on doing your makeup because you wanted to look good to see your baby for the first time.

“Love, you already look amazing,”

“I know, but I wanna look even more amazing,” You said with a small grin.

“Alright, do you want me to braid your hair for you, while you do your makeup?”

“Pretty please,”

Marcus had been practicing braiding your hair, along with doing other styles as well, because he refused to be one of those dads that didn’t know how to style their daughter's hair.

Marcus nodded, standing behind you, “Alright, what do you want, French, Dutch?”

(A/N: I think you can dutch braid most hair types like curly, wavy, straight, and really tight curls, so I decided to keep this part in, if you have really short hair I guess this might not apply to you sorry! Imagine whatever braid/style you want!)

“You choose, baby,”

He decided on doing two Dutch braids, liking the way you looked with them. “And… done!” He said tying the end of the braid with a hair tie. “How do they look?”

“Wow, they look really good, bub, thank you,” You smiled at him, looking at the practically perfectly done braids.

“Your welcome, love, are you ready now?”

“Yup,”

“Alright, let’s start heading downstairs.”

You both made your way downstairs, running into Austin and Ginny in the living room, ever since you booked your ultrasound, they’d been begging to go with you and Marcus, and you just couldn’t say no to them.

“You guys ready?” You questioned them, and they both jumped up practically buzzing with excitement as soon as they heard your voice. “Yeah, we’ve been waiting for you two to hurry up!” Ginny exclaimed. “Alright… where’s Mom?” You asked. “Dunno,” Austin shrugged.

You let out a small sigh, before calling out for Georgia. “I’m comin’!”

“Mom, we gotta go before we're late!” You called back. You heard footsteps on the stairs, before your mom, Georgia, appeared on the landing looking extra as ever, as per usual. Suddenly Max barged in, “Oh my gosh, guys, this is it, is everyone ready?! I’m so excited, let’s go, go!”

Max and Ginny ended up riding with Georgia, and Austin insisted on riding with you and Marcus.

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Everyone sat cramped in the small appointment room, with you sitting on the examination table, Marcus holding your hand, as he stood next to you. Everyone was talking about everything and nothing at all at the same time, however, as soon as the ultrasound tech walked in everyone went silent.

“Wow, it looks like we have a party in here!” She laughed, in an attempt to break the silence.

“Yeah, everyone really wanted to come with us.” You replied, giving a small smile to the woman.

“Well, it’s no problem at all, now, why don’t we get started? I assume you’re the father?” She gestured to Marcus, this prompted Max to pipe in, “Oh him? That’s so funny!” She laughed, “No, no, I’m the father.” She nodded seriously causing you to giggle quietly.

“Oh, uh…alright, we do get a lot of interesting couples in here.” The woman chuckled awkwardly.

“She-she’s kidding that’s- I’m the father.” Marcus nodded.

“Oh, okay…” She quietly answered.

“Alright, if you could just lay down for me, and lift your shirt a little just to expose your stomach, so I can apply the gel.” You nodded, doing as she said.

“Okay, it’s gonna feel a little cold,” She murmured before she applied the gel, “Now, this just helps the machine produce a clearer image as well as sound,” You slightly shivered as the cool gel met your skin.

(A/N: Idk what I’m saying tbh, just go with it…)

“Alrighty,” She grabbed the ultrasound probe, placing it on the skin where the gel had just been placed, “This can take a few moments to produce an image of the fetus,” She explained, moving the probe back and forth.

You simply nodded, as everyone intensely gazed at the ultrasound screen, just waiting for something to pop up. “So, it looks like you’re around 10 weeks pregnant, does that sound about right?”

You and Marcus nodded before she continued on, “So, because this is your first pregnancy, your bump can take a while to start showing, but you should start showing at around 12 weeks,”

“Now, I can’t seem to find- ah, there they are, oh my-”

“What, i-is something wrong?” You blurted out, beginning to sit up, worry immediately filling you as you gazed at the image displayed on the screen of the machine, Marcus’s grip on your hand tightened.

“Oh, no, no, nothing like that honey, it’s just- congratulations, you’re having twins!” She grinned.

“Twins?” Everyone exclaimed.

“Oh my god, we're having twins,” Marcus exclaimed, turning to you, he couldn’t stop himself from pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. You both pulled away, tears in your eyes.

“So, I’m seeing two placentas, this just means the twins are fraternal, not identical, right now the babies are about the size of a strawberry, now let me see if I can find their heartbeats,” She once again moved the ultrasound probe back and forth.

“Aww, there just two little twin strawberries hanging out in your uterus,” Max exclaimed in the background, causing Georgia to laugh and Austin to question what a uterus was. Ginny attempted to explain it to the young boy without explaining too much, resulting in Austin understanding that a uterus was your tummy. “I have oatmeal in my uterus,” He told Ginny. Which prompted everyone to burst out laughing. “I’ll just explain it when you’re older,” Ginny murmured.

A small yet strong thumping began emitting from the machine. “There they are, so far so good, the heartbeats sound nice and strong, the placentas seem to be forming properly, and everyone appears to be nice and healthy.” She smiled as tears escaped your eyes as you listened to the sound of your baby’s heartbeat, “Sorry,” You gave a teary-eyed smile to the woman in apology, Marcus gently wiped your tears with his thumb, before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You were so happy your babies were healthy, but never in a million years did you think you’d be having twins. That was twice the crying, twice the cost, twice the feeding, and bathing. You tried not to show it but you were stressed. You and Marcus were going to raise not just one baby, but two small innocent humans, who were dependent on both of you.

“Don’t worry, almost every single parent cries when they first see their baby, in your case babies,” She grinned, grabbing an antiseptic wipe to remove the gel from your stomach. “Well, I’m gonna print the sonogram images for you, before I forget to mention it on your way out don’t forget to schedule you’re next appointment, we recommend you come in at least every 4 weeks.”

“Yes, we will do that, thank you,” You responded, pulling your shirt down, to its normal resting place now that the sonogram was over.

You sat up from your lying position, “I-I’m gonna go use the restroom,” You hurriedly murmured, before walking out of the room. You let out a breath, searching for the restroom, once you spotted it you quickly made your way to it. You slammed the door shut, locking it, taking a few more deep breaths in an attempt to not panic.

Albeit all you could think about was the twins in your uterus. Which caused you to slightly panic and spiral. But you were carrying twins you can’t panic, that’s not good for the baby. Before you knew it you were sitting on the restroom floor, having a panic attack. “I c-an’t do… t-this,” You quietly stuttered out through your tears, as they continued to cascade down your face. You tried to calm yourself down again but failed.

Suddenly a knock sounded from the other side of the door, “Bub, are you okay in there?” You heard Marcus question. “Mhm,” You managed to get out, a whimper escaping, as you tried to hide your sobs. “Baby, let me in, I can tell you’re not okay, please,” He quietly said through the door, his head leaning against it.

“Okay,” You sniffled as you stood up, unlocking the door, and allowing Marcus to walk in.

He immediately pulled you into a hug at the sight of you in distress. “What’s wrong, love?” He asked as you clung to him, tears rolling down your cheeks still. You attempted to get the words out, however, you’re breathing was too quick and uneven for you to get anything out. “Baby, you need to calm down okay? Listen to my heartbeat, and just follow my breathing, okay?” He told you in a questioning manner, pulling you in tighter, wanting to somehow squeeze out whatever was causing your tears.

You nodded, your head pressed against his chest as you listened to his calm heartbeat. Somehow listening to his relaxed heartbeat and being in his arms soothed you, following as he took a deep breath in and exhaled. Both of you stood there for a moment, a comforting silence enveloping you.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered.

Marcus shook his head, “You have nothing to apologize for baby, just please tell me what’s wrong?”

“It’s just- we’re having twins, Marcus, I mean, I was scared shitless when I found out I was pregnant with a baby, but now we’re gonna have two. I mean we’re barely gonna graduate, and I mean- how can we afford two babies!? I know you have your job, but- this is two babies, not just one anymore! And where are we gonna live? With my mom? Your parents? A-and what about college? I-I don’t know how you’re not freaking out, w-why aren’t you freaking out?”

Marcus simply smiled at you, “Because I love you, Y/n Miller, and I know no matter what, as long as I have you, and our families, we’re gonna be alright. We’ll figure everything out, I promise you,” He said his hands now gently holding your face in his hands, so you could look at him. “Just please don’t stress about this, it’s not good for you, or our precious cargo,” He grinned.

“You’re crazy.” You stared at him and all his calmness, causing him to laugh.

“Crazy in love with you? Yes, very much.”

“I probably look a mess now,” You said with a slight hint of sadness, as you fell into his arms once again.

“Well, if you look like a mess, then you’re the most beautiful mess I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

“Hey!”

“What? It’s a compliment, come on,” He said, pulling you toward the mirror.

“See, still stunning, as always.” He told you, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“Wow, my makeup looks pretty good still…” You said, grabbing a paper towel and patting the tear tracks away.

“That’s all you baby,”

“No, I think it’s that new setting spray I got.” You smiled lightly.

Another knock echoed off the restroom walls interrupting you, followed by Ginny’s voice, “Y/n/n are you okay in there? You’ve been gone a while… Marcus was supposed to come get you but he probably got lost, he’s kinda an idiot-” she was interrupted by a squeaky voice speaking up, “Hey, that’s not a nice thing to say, Ginny.” Austin said.

“I mean, is she lying though?” Max questioned.

“Honey, you alright?” Your mom called out after, as you and Marcus tried to contain your laughs.

“Maybe she’s not in there,” Max murmured.

You opened the door, being met with your family huddled around the door, “I’m fine guys, just a little worried, and hormonal, but besides that, fine.” You gave them a reassuring smile.

“Well, come on then, we gotta set up you’re next appointment,” Georgia said, nodding toward the front desk.

You all began walking toward the desk as you overheard Marcus, “Thanks for sticking up for me bud,”

Austin nodded, “You’re welcome, Ginny’s just a big old grump.”

“You’re right about that, Max too,” He replied teasingly, causing both girls to roll their eyes as you laughed at the conversation taking place.

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You texted Padma images of the ultrasound seeing as she wasn’t able to make it. She congratulated you, her messages filled with love and excitement. Seeing as it was Saturday, the rest of the day was spent with your families, Clint and Ellen joining everyone at your house. They both sat in amazement as they stared at the sonogram images of your little strawberry twins.

“Wow, two healthy babies! We’re gonna have our hands full, again!” Clint signed.

“I know, I wonder if it’s because you and Maxine are twins Marcus,” Ellen murmured.

“Actually the ultrasound tech said something about it affecting ovulation, so Max would be twice as likely to have twins than me, or if one of our babies is a girl, she’d be more likely too. We just got lucky, I guess,” Marcus explained to his parents.

“Alright, remind me to never try for kids then, we don’t need two pairs of twins running around. That’s chaos is what that is.” Max laughed.

“I mean I’m sure you guys will be fine though,” She smiled awkwardly.

“Well, I can’t just wait to meet our little twins!” Georgia spoke, as you were all lounging around in the living room.

“Were they able to tell if they’re gonna be identical or fraternal? I don’t remember how many weeks I was when they were able to tell us, with Max and Marcus.” Ellen asked, Clint nodding in support of the question.

“They’re fraternal, thankfully, I don’t know how we would do it if they were identical. I mean we’d probably mix them up while they’re babies…” You answered while signing.

“There are actually a few tricks to tell them apart when they’re babies, like name bracelets or, painting their toenail a certain color, stuff like that,” Ellen responded.

“Yeah, and you guys might need to use some of those tricks, I mean, Max and Marcus looked almost identical when they were babies,” Clint informed you.

“Well then,” You smiled nervously, leaning into Marcus's arms even more. He rested his chin on the top of your head, as you sighed into his neck, beginning to feel slightly tired.

“You feel alright?”

“Mhm, just a little tired…”

“Wanna go nap for a little bit?”

“No, it’s okay, we can hang out down here a little longer if you want.”

“Y/n/n don’t make me drag you upstairs, if you’re tired, go nap,” Ginny said seriously.

“Yes, ma’am, I guess I’ll see everyone later,” You said, before Marcus helped you up and to your room. He closed your curtains to block the evening sun, before pulling the sheets back, allowing you to get into bed. You lay down, letting out a sigh in comfort, patting beside you for Marcus to join you.

He gladly obliged, cuddling you once he laid down. You nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, breathing in his calming and comforting scent. “You feel a little bit better about having twins?”

“Yeah, especially since your parents have experience in that department, I still can’t believe it.”

“I know, we’re having twins,” He murmured.

“Yup, I wonder what gender they’ll be…” You mumbled.

“Me too, but as long as they’re healthy, that’s all that matters.” He said as he caressed your back with his hands, rubbing it soothingly.

“Mhmm,” You hummed, you’re breathing slowing as you began to fall asleep.

“Love you, bub,” You sleepily muttered.

“I love you too,” Marcus responded before placing a gentle kiss on your lips, “Sweet dreams, baby.” He whispered as you drifted off.

He pulled you closer to him as he began to drift off as well. Your favorite place was in his arms and his favorite place was you.

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

A/N: there are alot of like nicknames in this, lmk which one y'all think marcus would call the reader bc i really am unsure, also how do we feel about "princess" i think it's cute but ik it gives some ppl the ick... anyways have a great rest of your day/night/morning! 💞

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batboyblog · 9 months

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Time Line of Trump Trials:

October 2, 2023: New York State Civil Law Suit

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January 4, 2024: Federal case against Trump over 2020 election interference

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January 15, 2024: Second civil case against Trump over Rape and defamation of E. Jean Carroll

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January 29, 2024: Class action lawsuit for fraud and racketeering

| | | | | March 4, 2024: Georgia 2020 election interference and RICO case | | |

March 25, 2024: New York State prosecution in the Hush Money case

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May 20, 2024: Federal trail in the classified documents case

dates in bold represent set trial dates, dates in italic represent the prosecutions requested trial date that have not been set by a Judge so are subject to change

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Love’s Gonna Get You Killed

Chapter Seven: Red Means I Love You

Frank Castle x Fem!Reader

Series Summery: A life long crush on the boy next door leaves you with unrequited love and regret. You wish you could take back the things that happened, to have him be yours. When you reconnect, is it far too late to fix what’s said and done?

Warnings: so much emotional turmoil, emotional pain and suffering, guns, being held at gunpoint, injuries and blood, secrets are being spilt, tensions are on a high, mentions of death, kidnapping, Billy’s fucked up, sped through and edited version of the carousel scene (that scene is brutal, it deserves its own warning), small mention of pregnancy, implied death, implied references to Stockholm Syndrome.

Word Count: 4,355 words

Author’s Note: there's some of the canon + canon dialogue mixed in but I changed some of it to fit the fic :) // I put the actual dialogue from the show in bolded italics! // I barely edited this so forgive any errors

LGGYK taglist // series masterlist

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The sun peeks through the curtains, the sound of thumping coming from the wall you shared with your next door neighbours.

You weren't sure how long you had been asleep but it felt like an eternity and the knock on the door woke you, had he forgotten his key? That was odd, Frank always had his key.

The thought of it not being him crossed your mind.

Six Months After Leaving

The two if you had stopped somewhere between Georgia and South Carolina recently and had been there for a few weeks, which was odd considering that you moved places every a week or so.

You weren't sure what time Frank had shook you and told you he was stepping out to get something but you fell back asleep as soon as you heard the door shut.

Hence the confusion when you hear a knock on the door. You ignore it, thinking if it's Frank, he’ll have his key but the knocking continues.

“I’m coming!” you shout which you instantly regret because whoever was on the other side of the door knows you’re in there. You slowly walk to the door, peeking through the peephole which does nothing because it’s too dirty for you to even make out who’s on the other side of the door.

Slowly, you open the door and your heart sinks when you see who’s on the other side of the door. Billy stood across from you, he looked miserable.

He looks tired and worn out, somehow worse than he did when he returned home from Afghanistan. “Billy?” you look up at the man in front of you.

He reaches out, his hands cupping your cheeks gently. “I’ve been looking for you.” he whispers, you aren't sure how to react.

Part of you wants to hold him and tell him how sorry you are, that you hope he’ll understand why you did it but the other part wanted to run; run as far away as you could from him because you refuse to face the fact that you left him for your own selfish reasons no matter how much you tell yourself that you did it because Billy deserved better.

Billy didn’t think he deserved better.

For him, you were always the one. There had always been a pull to you from the first day he met you at Frank’s parents’ house. You were the one for him and when you kept going on about how you loved Frank, it killed him inside.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little glad to find out that you were finally moving on after Frank died. It made him feel like he finally had a chance and he thought he was finally going to get that fairytale ending you made him believe in but then you left.

You upped and left him, ripping his heart out in the process.

He isn't sure if he’d ever forgive you or if he'll take you back. Truly, he wasn't even sure what he was doing there but he just needed to see you; needed to understand why you left him.

“Billy, honey, you’ve gotta go.” you take a step back, going to shut the door but Billy’s hand on the other side pushes it open and he steps in, shutting the door behind him.

He looks around the room, there's a few bags on the floor and clothes scattered on the chairs in the room. The bathroom light was still on from your shower earlier. “Is someone else here?” he asks you, walking over to the bed. You shook your head, “just me.” You answer.

“I’m not leaving.” Billy says, sitting on the bed.

“Billy, c’mon.” you pleaded, hoping he’ll leave before Frank gets back.

“You’d think for someone with a six figure bank account, you’d choose somewhere other than a shitty motel 8 hm?” Billy chuckles to himself as he looks around the room once more.

You give him a tight lipped smile, leaning on the tv stand. “Bill, please. You need to leave.”

“What’s the rush? You need to figure your stuff out?” he asks, head tilting to the side as he looks at you. The look on his face breaking your heart yet mocking you at the same time.

He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper that had his name scribbled on the back of it, in your hand writing. Billy unfolds the paper, his finger dragging over the page and tapping somewhere in the middle.

“I just need to take some time to figure out my stuff. I won’t burden you with that and I understand this is abrupt and random but it’s something I need to do” he reads, he gestures to the room before looking directly at you. “Is this what you meant by figuring out your stuff?”

You stand there, frozen as you look at the man sitting on the bed. He looked like he had been through so much in the last six months, running the same thoughts in his head over and over again during all those sleepless nights that are starting to tell on him.

“I just- I want you to wrap my head around it.” he looks down at the paper in his hand. “Was I not enough? I would have given you the world, sweetheart. All you had to do was ask.” he whispers, looking back up at you.

His expression was pulling on your heart strings and you cave, walking over to him and crouching down in front of him. Your hands cup his cheeks, pulling his focus to you.

“Billy, baby, I'm so sorry. I know that won’t make up for what I’ve done but I want you to know that I'm sorry.”

“Why’d you leave? We could have worked this out. Do you know how many nights I laid there wondering if it was my fault? Running every possible scenario through my head, hoping that I wasn’t stupid enough to push you away and not even realize it.”

“I had too. I need you to know that I never meant to hurt you, that’s not why I did it-” the door unlocking put a halt to whatever you were telling Billy, both of you looking towards the door.

Frank walks in, his eyes focused on you and Billy the moment he walks in. You’re looking at Frank but then back at Billy who stands. You’re left sitting on the floor as you watch the two men take a step towards each other.

“Is this- are you- you’re really here.” Billy looks at his friend, the confusion evident on his face, fading away by the second before he turns to you.

You're standing now, Billy’s eyes dark and anger written across his face. “You knew he was alive? You left because he’s alive? Is this why you left?” Billy takes a step towards you and you back up, your back hitting the wall behind you.

Frank grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back from you. “Leave her alone, Bill.”

“Get the fuck off of me. Why didn’t you tell me you were alive? Why would you keep that from me?” Billy pulls away from Frank.

“What would you have done ? Gotten me a fucking job? It made no difference Billy.”

Billy shook his head, scoffing. “You’re a piece of shit, you know that?” you wanted to say something but it wasn't your place, this was between Frank and Billy.

He looks over at you and then back over at Frank. “Are you two- you are.” He scoffs once again, shaking his head.

“Is this because of what happened to Maria ? You took her away from me because I took Maria from you?”

Frank stares at the man in front of him, his brows furrowed and his eyes squinted. “You-” he breathes and the room falls silent.

Frank’s eyes are glued to Billy, his heart pounding out of his chest. He couldn’t tell if he was going to throw up or kill Billy. Did he even hear Billy correctly ? Did he say what he thinks he said?

He knows what happened to Maria.

He was the one that did it.

“Did you do it Bill ? Did you pull the trigger on my wife?” He finally speaks up after a minute.

Billy says nothing, staring at the man in front of him with a blank expression on his face.

You can see them both clearly from where you stood; Frank’s eyes brimming with tears at the thought of his best friend being involved with the death of his family.

Billy’s face expressionless which was an admission of guilt in itself.

“She loved you.” Frank whispered into the silence, his eyes fixed on the man across from him. “The kids loved you.” he adds, his words breaking your heart more with each word.

Bill takes a step back towards you, his back facing you as Frank walks towards him. The two men are facing each other, Frank glances at you for a split second and before you could grasp what he was trying to tell you, there's some movement.

A clatter of noises and you feel yourself being pulled, your back hitting the chest of someone. When you open your eyes, you realize that Billy’s got you in front of him, Frank across from the two of you with a gun in his hand.

Frank takes a hesitant step towards the two of you and you try to wiggle out of Billy’s grip but even with one hand, he's holding you tightly.

“Come any closer and I’ll kill her; I did it to Maria, I'll do it to her too.” He says and there's something cold pressed to your temple; the barrel of the gun.

Your mouth goes dry and every scenario playing your mind ends with you dead.

Looking over at Frank, you notice the way his eyes flicker from you to Billy, specifically his torso which you’re standing directly in front of. Frank held his composure; had you not been there, Billy would be dead.

Your words run through his mind; “I’d take a bullet for you, Frank; you know that, right? Even if you were the one pulling the trigger.”

Billy’s arm around you tightens, pulling you closer to him, the gun still pressed to your temple. Frank’s eyes meet yours, tears welling up in your eyes and with the slightest of nods, you give him permission.

He could do what he needed to do.

All you could hope is that you didn’t die because Frank couldn't lose anyone else.

Your eyes close, bracing yourself for what's to come when you hear the faintest click of the trigger and - nothing.

Opening your eyes, you realize the gun had been moved from your temple and the person who pulled the trigger was Billy.

Frank doubled over on the floor, blood spilling from his side. Within the few seconds it took him to pull himself up, reaching for the gun that had fallen from his hand, Billy’s grasp on you manages to get you off the floor and out the door, you’re kicking, screaming and clawing on Billy but he won’t budge.

“Get the fuck off of me!” you scream, your legs pushed on the side of the car as Billy tried to put you in.

“Stop fighting or I'll have to hurt you.” he says through gritted teeth, attempting to push you into the car. “I really don’t want to hurt you, y/n.” he says and you’re still fighting, screaming for help as you push back on Billy, away from the car.

The sound of whooshing air and then something hits you in the side of the head, hard. You collapse back into Billy’s arms and he pushes you into the backseat.

Frank manages to get up, the gun in his hand as he stumbles out of the door, his other hand pressed to his side. Billy’s already half way down the parking lot by the time Frank walks down the curb.

He fires the gun three times, one hitting the back light and the other hitting right beside the truck. The third one shattering the glass on the back of the car.

Frank wants nothing more than to get in the car and chase Billy until he runs him off the fucking road but he can’t.

Not when the entire world is spinning. Frank’s vision blurs, dark spots taking over the colour and he collapses.

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2 Days Since You've Been Taken

When you came to in the car, you were sitting beside Billy in an entirely different car, strapped and duct taped to the seat. Now you're in some warehouse in the middle of who fucking knows where while Billy paced in front of you, a gun in his hand.

The rope is fastened tightly around your wrists, each arm and leg are tied to the coinciding arm rest or leg of the chair. The warehouse was empty, the smell of wet cardboard rising by the second.

“Billy,” you call out quietly, he pauses his pacing and turns to face you. “It hurts.” you glance at the rope on your wrist, all the wiggling has causes the rope to rub against your skin, chafing it and leaving it a bright red.

Billy sighs, walking over as he tucks the gun into his waistband. He crouches, loosening the rope barely half an inch, the rope still rubbing into your skin.

“It still hurts,” you whisper, you’re on thin ice. Within the last two days, Billy hadn't laid a harmful finger on you. He had tied you to the chair but he made sure you were taken care of; gave you water to drink, fed you and took you to the bathroom.

You weren’t sure what sort of sick, twisted game he was playing but you wanted it to stop.

Billy grabs your jaw, his fingers under your chin and his thumb rests under your lip. “I don’t want to hurt you.” he tells you.

“But you are.” you tell him softly.

“You know I'm doing what’s best, sweetheart. I love you.” he says, getting up and kissing your head as he lets go of your face.

“If you loved me, you wouldn't be doing this.” and that set Billy off.

He walks back to you, the gun drawn and it rests under your chin, tilting you to look up at him. “You think I don't love you? I would have already killed you already if I didn’t; or is that what you want ? You want me to kill you?” he taunts, you can feel every little movement and you know when he rests his finger on the trigger.

You shook your head, looking up at the man towering over you.

Play nice and he’ll let you go.

Billy pulls the gun away, “I wouldn’t hurt you, even if you begged me.” he states, walking a few feet away. He begins pacing again, checking his watch.

You think back to all the times you’ve seen him do that; pacing in his office while you two go over contracts for hours. He'd pace the bedroom because you’re taking too long to get ready or there was the one time you could hear him pacing outside the bathroom while you sat on the floor, waiting for the results of the pregnancy test.

He fucking kidnapped you and you could have been pregnant with his kid at one point; that’s insane.

The thought of kids causes your mind to flicker to Frank. He had his fairytale ending; marriage, kids and the house with picket white fence; the whole nine yards.

Did Billy ever really tell you the truth ?

Now that you're thinking, anytime Frank was the topic of the conversation, you had brought it up. The night in the restaurant after you had reconnected, you brought up Frank and Billy was the one who told you that Maria and the children had passed and Frank was missing.

He didn’t look for Frank, it struck you as odd considering that Frank was his brother or so you thought.

You had brought up Frank when Billy found a picture of you from your high school graduation. Frank had taken it, you sitting on the hood of his car and your diploma in your hand. You mentioned that you two were trying to decide whether you should go to the park or the beach.

Billy told you about the day he spent with Frank, Maria and the kids at the end of the 2nd tour. They were all happy, one big family from the sound of it.

Frank’s words ringing in your mind as you watched Billy check something on the laptop in front of him; “She loved you. The kids loved you.”

They loved him.

Frank loved him like a brother.

How could he betray them so easily?

What was the point? Had their lives been lost without cause or was there something more to the story? Of course there was, you just weren't sure what.

Before you could ask Billy what had been racking your brain, the phone rang. You didn’t even know Billy still had a phone on him and your first instinct was to scream as loud as you could.

Play nice and he’ll let you go.

Billy answers, the call’s on speaker. “Where is she?” the voice comes through and you'd be lying if you said your heart didn’t drop to your stomach.

Frank was alive.

You thought Billy had left him for dead in the motel room.

“Right here.” Billy takes a step towards you. “Where are you?” he asks into the silence.

“Where are you?” Frank repeats the question.

Billy hums, “only seems right to end it where it started, doesn’t it?” he chuckles to himself. “I’m a full circle kind of guy, you know that Frankie.”

Frank’s voice low, the words harshly spat at Billy. “Painted ponies.”

“See ya there.” Billy hangs up, walking over to you. You watch as he undoes your hands, carefully rubbing your wrists.

“I’m sorry, baby. You know I don’t want to hurt you.” he tells you once again for what felt like the millionth time. You stay quiet and watch as he ties your wrists together before undoing the knot from your legs.

“Where are we going ?” you look at the man and he shrugs. “Wait and see. I know you love a good surprise.” he tells you, grabbing you by the arm before dragging you along with him.

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You had lost your concept of time rather quickly and you didn’t expect it to be so dark when you got to the park. Billy doesn’t hesitate to push you onto the carousel.

“Get on.” he tells you and you turn to face him.

“Why?” you ask, Billy ignores your question and hoists you onto the pony himself. He pulls your hands up, zip tying it to the pole. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I do. I know you, you don’t listen to anyone. Anything you say needs to be taken with a grain of salt.” Billy pulls the zip tie, checking that it’s in place.

You ignore Billy’s comment; he’s not wrong but it hurt your heart when he said “I know you.” It just felt so real for a moment, as if he hadn’t kidnapped you and you two were together.

Billy looks at you once more, a small smile on his face before he looks away. He hit the button and the carousel whirled to life; the music playing, the lights flashing and the ponies began moving up and down.

“Frankie! Come out!” Billy shouted, pulling the gun off his shoulder.

There's two sets of footsteps, you can hear that clearly. There's Billy who’s a few feet from you and another set that's a lot further, like they were on the other side of the carousel.

“Guys like us, Frank.. we need this.” Billy calls out over the music. “It’s all we're good for, just a couple of assholes who thought they could have the good things in life.” He takes a few steps away from you, his reflection no longer visible in the mirror. “But we’re not good people, Frank. We never were.”

When Billy begins to realize that Frank isn't going to budge, he makes his way back to you. The gun cocked, the barrel resting right under your chin like earlier in the day.

You make eye contact with Billy; cool and collected was written across his face.

It’s not that you didn’t know Billy was capable of terrible things, as was Frank but you never wanted to believe it. It was stupid of you to think you could deny the things they did but when they were home, they were different people.

They were just Frank and Billy to you.

Not soldiers, not cold blooded killers but your friends, the two men you loved the most in the entire world.

Billy seemed so relaxed to have a gun pressed to you, almost like he was planning this.

You knew somewhere deep down in your heart that Billy would never hurt you, not on purpose at least and you chose to believe that.

“Beg! Beg Frank to come out here or I'll kill you.” the brunette spat, loud enough for Frank to hear.

“Frank!” you muster up enough energy to shout. “Please, just do what he says!” You add, hoping Frank would listen just this once.

“Drop the gun, Bill.” Frank says calmly, walking towards the two of you. You can hear him but you can’t see him which somehow puts you even more on edge. Billy takes a step back and with the gun away from your face, you feel like you can breathe again.

Only momentarily as Billy steps out of your line of sight, towards Frank. There’s some thudding, following by a few rounds flying in various places and you have no idea what’s happening because no matter how much you move, you’re stuck to the stupid pony.

“Me and you, Frankie? We’re the same.” you hear Billy call out to Frank, another set of bullets flying. Once again, there's screaming, grunting and groaning as Frank and Billy attempt to kill each other.

You can’t see and you can’t stop them. It was killing you as much emotionally as it was killing them physically.

Billy groans, getting up off the ground and he’s facing Frank, the gun in his hand before he points it at the man who’s stumbling back to catch himself.

“I never had anyone.” he shouts, pulling the trigger. The bullet hits Frank square in the vest.

Frank grunts, pulling himself back up. “You had us, Bill.”

There’s more struggling, grunts and groans along with painful winces. You hear Frank grunt and followed by a sound you know all too well. You can barely make out the men in the mirror of the carousel; Frank has slammed Billy on to the ground and the two roll over and Billy manages to push Frank straight into the mirror, shattering it.

Billy lets out a painful groan, pulling the shard of glass from his stomach and stumbles back. Frank pulls himself up, kicking Billy down only to pull him back up by his hair and turning him to face the mirror.

Frank slams Billy’s face straight into the mirror, a series of blood churning screams from Billy as Frank drags his face across the glass. There’s a knife pressed to his neck, Billy looks at his friend through the reflection of the broken glass as his hand reaches for Franks.

“Kill me.” he begs, “do it.”

Frank stares at the man for a moment; covered in blood, cuts and bruises. His mind runs back to all they had been through together and he wants to kill him.

Billy betrayed him, betrayed his wife, his children. He had even managed to betray you in the process.

Frank couldn’t forgive him but killing him was too easy a faith for the man who took his world away.

“I'm not gonna let you die today.” Frank pulls the knife away from his neck, his grip still on his hair.

Billy’s eyes meet Franks, “please.” He begs between tears.

“Dying’s easy.” Frank lets go with a push, Billy’s face slamming into the broken glass for the last time.

You can hear the footsteps coming towards you and a few groans before Frank appears. He reaches up to the zip tie, cutting it loose and you drop your arms in relief. Frank’s hand reaches for yours, undoing the knots on the rope around your wrist.

You slide off the pony, Frank leans on the other one and you fall into him. Your arms wrapping around him just tight enough not to hurt him. His hand rests on your lower back, rubbing it gently. Frank rests his arm over your shoulder, your own arm wrapping around his torso to support him. You help Frank off the carousel, walking towards the gate but not before you sneak another glance at where Billy was.

Billy has fallen to the floor, blood dripping all over him and pooling around him with shards of glass sticking out of his face.

Your heart sinks at the looks of him. You loved Frank and you always would. He was your greatest love but Billy; you two had something special despite the last few months.

Billy took a chance on you, loved you even when you didn’t love him and he stuck by your side. He made sure you knew you were worthy, you deserved to be loved like you were the only girl in the world.

It pains you to leave him like that.

He betrayed you.

He betrayed his brother, his family, you.

You couldn’t forgive him no matter how much your heart screamed at you, begging you too.

Frank looks over at you, his brown furrowing as he studies you. “I got you,” you whisper, a hand on his chest. “C’mon.”

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Were you counting stars? ☆

[ post for @undreaming-fanfiction 's Steddie 2023 Music List Collab!! ]

(This is the song -> In My Room by Chance Peña. I picked this song because 1: it hurts so bad and I wanted to write angst. And 2: i like the idea of them rushing into a relationship and doing so much at once that they dont realise its not working until its too late, until one of them decides they need to leave, to seek something else. The happy ending is that they leave and grow and then find their way back to each other but that doesn't happen in this post.

Hope you like the angsty drabble i wrote to go with the lyrcis! Lyrics are in italics ;P)

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They say counting stars

You play the part of a soul missing home

He'd said he couldn't stay any longer. He'd said it without looking Steve in the eyes, had stared at his feet and gripped his guitar case with white knuckles. He'd said he needed more, needed to find something else.

Were you counting stars?

'Cause you packed your bags, had your heart set to roam

"Do you want me to come with you?" Steve had asked quietly, afraid that he already knew the answer. All his worst fears were coming true right in front of him and he could do nothing to stop it.

Eddie inhaled sharply and, still without looking at him, shook his head. "I need time to roam on my own. It's not you- "

"Don't fucking say it."

When you left for Georgia

Said your friends didn't want ya

But I swear I do, say, "What we are?"

They stood outside their apartment, well, Steve's apartment now, and when the silence became too much, Steve asked. "Did this mean anything to you? Was I just here to keep you entertained? Are you bored of me now?"

He tried not to cry, tried to keep himself together but it was hard when his entire world was up and leaving him without a good fucking reason. It hurt even more that Eddie couldn't even look him in the eyes. He'd tried to leave while Steve was at work, not expecting Steve to get off early and catch him loading his van with stuff.

Time's not a problem

Do you think we were moving too fast?

"Was I too much? Did I do something wrong?" Steve ran a hand through his hair and gripped it tightly, trying to resist the urge to yell and scream. "I know it all happened so fast, I know I asked a lot, but I thought we were okay. I thought... we were going to spend our lives together. You said that to me. Do you see me in your life at all?" Steve broke at that point. Tears fell down his cheeks and his chest was heaving with each awful, ugly sob that wracked his body.

They'd whispered these things against each other's lips every night, whispered promises to stay by the other's side no matter what, whispered about hopes to one day get married.

Guess we weren't meant to last

"No, Steve, I need something different, something more. I can't stay here forever."

Something more. What more could he want? Steve had given him his entire heart but apparently it wasn't enough.

Eddie finally lifted his head and a slight crack formed in his mask when their eyes met. His bottom lip wobbled as he said, "I still love you but it's not enough anymore, Stevie. I need to leave this godforsaken town and I need to do it alone."

"Don't come back." He'd spat at Eddie's feet. He'd channelled every bit of anger that bubbled up inside of him to stop himself from latching onto the one thing he needed most, to stop him from begging Eddie to stay.

I can't move on from that and I don't have the words

So I'll keep counting stars inside of my room

Inside my room

Eddie took a piece of Steve when he backed out of that driveway and never looked back. He took a part of him far, far away and each night Steve goes out to the balcony they used to sit on to count stars and he tries to get that piece of himself to come back home.

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freifraufischer · 9 months

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Significant WAG AA Scores under the 2022-24 Code of Points

This is not a complete list, it's a rough attempt to show where people stand. I have only included domestic meets if I have no other choice to reflect that gymnast but you should take them with a huge heaping of salt. I included a number of juniors who are Paris eligible.

Italics indicate a domestic competition subject to overscoring. Bold are scores from 2023

1 Simone Biles (USA) - 59.100 at 2023 US Classic

2 Rebeca Andrade (BRA) - 57.332 at 2022 Worlds QF

3 Melanie de Jesus dos Santos (FRA) - 56.200 at 2023 US Classic

4 Jordan Chiles (USA) - 55.833 at 2022 Worlds TF

5 Shilese Jones (USA) - 55.766 at 2022 Worlds QF

6 Jessica Gadirova (GBR) - 55.566 at 2023 Euros QF

- Jessica Gadirova (GBR) - 55.199 at 2022 Worlds AA

7 Jade Carey (USA) - 55.132 at 2022 Worlds QF

8 Alice Kinsella (GBR) - 55.065 at 2022 Worlds AA

9 Georgia Godwin (AUS) - 55.066 at 2023 Australian Champs

10 Qiu Qiyuan (CHN) - 54.932 at 2023 Asian Championships

11 Zsofia Kovacs (HUN) - 54.899 at 2023 Euros

12 Ellie Black (CAN) - 54.732 at 2022 Worlds AA

13 Alice D’Amato (ITA) - 54.500 at 2023 Euros

14 Ou Yushan (CHN) - 54.498 at the 2023 University Games

15 Leanne Wong (USA) - 54.100 at 2023 US Classic

16 Joscelyn Roberson (USA) - 54.050 at 2023 US Classic

17 Tiana Sumanasekera (USA) - 53.900 at 2023 Pan Am Champs

18 Helen Kevric (GER) - 53.900 at 2023 EYOF*

19 Hezly Rivera (USA) - 53.350 at 2023 US Winter Cup

20 Sakaguchi Ayaka (JPN) - 53.165 at 2023 University Games

21 Luo Huan (CHN) - 53.765 at 2023 University Games

22 Kaylia Nemour (ALG) - 53.731 at 2023 African Champs

23 Kieryn Finnell (USA) - 52.800 at 2023 US Classic

- Alice Kinsella (GBR) - 52.531 at 2023 Euros QF

24 Yamaguchi Sara (JPN) - 52.065 at 2023 Jr. Worlds QF*

25 Nakamura Haruka (JPN) - 51.765 at 2023 Jr. Worlds AA*

26 Ruby Pass (AUS) - 50.464 at 2023 Oceania Champs

*A junior score delivered under the FIG rules for juniors including a cap on skills at E and without some bonuses such as D dismount. It should be assumed these gymnasts would have higher AA scores if competing as seniors. US junior scoring is not subject to the same FIG rules as international scoring.

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manonamora-if · 1 year

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Coding support: I'm having a problem with the OpenDyslexic font. If a player tries to change the font to OpenDyslexic, it won't change at all.

Could you please tell me what I'm doing wrong in my code?

Hi there Anon !

Since you did not include your code, I am not sure where it could have gone wrong. [I would need the JavaScript of your settings and the CSS code related to the font import and the change of fonts.]

But OpenDyslexic is, unlike other online fonts, a local import. This means that you need to include the font files with the other game files (or create an online import link to a hosting server). Note: it is best to have local import for anything used in your project (font, image, etc...) in case the online server hosting your files shut down.

I might as well make a quick general tutorial...

FONT CHANGE AND LOCAL IMPORT

The differences between importing a font from a server and a local import are:

what CSS code is required

where you put the files

You can find the code below in my templates on on my pastebin account.

File location

Obviously if you import a font from an online server, you don't need to save the font anywhere. But if it is a local font, you need to include it with your game files. For easier organisation, I advise you to create a separate folder for it. Here is mine:

I use the same organisation for all my projects. Makes it easy to know were stuff is.

What is most important is to know where the file is relative to the index file (to link it in your CSS) and not forget to zip the whole thing together before you upload your project.

The Import

The code to import a font is also different between an online and local import. For the online import it is a simple one:

@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Georgia:wght@400;700&display=swap');

You just need to add the URL of the font. Google will provide just one like for multiple online import (of different font families or font weight within one family). Different services will provide different URLs for their fonts. For example, the one below is from FontAwesome:

@import url('https://cdnjs.cloudflare.com/ajax/libs/font-awesome/6.1.0/css/all.min.css');

On the other hand, local import will require more information, like below:

@font-face { font-family: "Dyslexic"; src: url(fonts/OpenDyslexic-Regular.otf) format("opentype"); font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; } @font-face { font-family: "Dyslexic"; src: url(fonts/OpenDyslexic-Italic.otf) format("opentype"); font-style: italic; font-weight: 400; } @font-face { font-family: "Dyslexic"; src: url(fonts/OpenDyslexic-BoldItalic.otf) format("opentype"); font-style: italic; font-weight: 700; } @font-face { font-family: "Dyslexic"; src: url(fonts/OpenDyslexic-Bold.otf) format("opentype"); font-style: normal; font-weight: 700; }

You will need to create an import rule not only for any new font, but also for each weight and style of said font. The example above includes: normal, normal bold, italics, italics bold. You also need to :

define the name of the font family (to use in the rest of your CSS code)

add the font file URL (relative to the index file) and include the format of the font, there are only 4)

the font style of that file

and the font weight of that file

IMPORTANT: the @import and @font-face needs to be the first thing in your Stylesheet/CSS file. Otherwise, it just won't work.

I also like to include all fonts (and color) in the :root CSS rule. So it would look like this

:root { --sansserif: 'Montserrat', sans-serif; --opendyslexic: "Dyslexic", serif; --serif: 'Georgia', serif; }

THE JAVASCRIPT SETTING

Now that you imported all fonts you want, you need to create a setting for the player so they can get the font they want. Here is the one I have in my templates:

In the first [] brackets, you have the name of the fonts the player will see. You don't need it to be the exact same name as the font. It can be just Serif, Sans-serif, etc..

Under switch (settings.fontFamily), you define a case for each font you want to include. First the name of the case (to be found in the [] brackets), then the CSS class required for the switch. So for the case Georgia, I created a serif CSS class.

Don't forget to add all created classes in the parentheses of $html.removeClass("sanserif serif opendyslexic");.

THE CSS CODE pt 2

And finally the CSS font change. There are two ways you can do it: do a general change for everything or just target some aspects of your UI. In any case, you need to use the defined CSS classes you wrote in your JavaScript.

For the first, you will target the body class. This will change the font of the whole thing (main passage, side-bar and dialog box):

.sansserif body {font-family: var(--sansserif);} .opendyslexic body {font-family: var(--opendyslexic);} .serif body {font-family: var(--serif);}

Since I defined the font families in the :root rule at the start, I used var() here to call it instead of the actual family name and type of font.

If you only want to target some aspects of your UI (because you want to use a special font and don't want it to change), you will need to essentially add all classes you want to target with the font switch (here the passage/dialog body):

.sansserif .passage, .sansserif #ui-dialog-body {font-family: var(--sansserif);} .opendyslexic .passage, .opendyslexic #ui-dialog-body {font-family: var(--opendyslexic);} .serif .passage, .serif #ui-dialog-body {font-family: var(--serif);}

And this should work just fine!

Now I'm going to check my code and see if I made a mistake somewhere too...

#coding support #coding in twine #tutorial #css #javascript #font change #twine #sugarcube

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