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luxthestrange · 9 months
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TWST Incorrect quotes#562 The Day I lost you...
Now imagine You did indeed...Went into the past and got to interact with General Lilia, Baul, and a small baby malleus...but he was still too full of anger...didn't wanna change, While there was love between you two...he was too wrapped up in his...hate to allow the idea of marriage between you two...so when the opportunity came...you saw best to leave back to earth...He was never the same after that, Everyone felt your loss...but he took it as a wake-up call, He tried to look for you that's why he traveled the world but...As the years passed...he knew no mortal could live so long...Now he is In NRC and saw...the transfer student...It's You...He knows it's you...
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He gasps as if seeing a ghost... and drops the books that he was holding with a clatter, You stand some twenty paces ahead of him, blocking the path, And lets out an audible shudder upon seeing him...The Fae you fell in love even the not-so-good moments before...you left
Yuu*Rattled but holding your chin up*I know what you're going to say, How could I have done this? Stayed away all of this time, And why didn't I come back to you? To our home...
Lilia steps towards You, wide-eyed and speechless, Grim emerges from behind You, Hissing protectively
Yuu: Well, what sign did I have that you could change!? That anyone at that time could?
Yuu: I pleaded so many times to stop the fighting between you all, to find another answer, but did any of you listen?-DID YOU LISTEN TO ME!
Sebek: This is why I will never marry!*Frowns, seeing you flustered and angry at Lilia * This and one other reason...
He continues to close the gap, mesmerized. With every step, You become increasingly flustered, And you back into the wall, with nowhere to go, and He is just a few paces away
Yuu*Tearful but still hissing at him* I know that I left you alone... but I thought you be better off without me, And I was wrong, I see that now*You eyes glance at Malleus & Silver who brought you to see their Adoptive father/ father*but...
He gently reaches a hand toward your face
Yuu: Oh stop being so stoic, Lilia!?- Go on... SHOUT, SCREAM, SAY SOMETHING!
Lilia*Tears up seeing you so close again, with a breathless whisper*You're as beautiful as the day I lost you...
His words snuff your retort, rendering you speechless, and you soften despite, yielding your cheek to his palm. He caresses your skin as a reluctant tear runs through his fingers.
He pulls you into a kiss, You resist briefly, then gives in, Malleus, Silver, Sebek & Grim softly pleased to see you happy once again...
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mvltisstuff · 9 months
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Could i request for a Conrad fisher X reader where reader has a younger sibling who gives her a hard time and her parents favour her younger sibling more. It's the reader's bday on the same day as belly's and her family doesn't get her anything and they don't bother with an excuse either and say they don't really care abt her so it doesn't matter. So Conrad comforts her later and if u don't mind u could include some smut at the end?
(this is my situation rn lololol but without Conrad to comfort me😭)
matilda - c.f
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summary: request
conrad fisher x reader
a/n: i’m so sorry love, sorry this is a few days late but you are so loved and appreciated no matter what, hope this makes you happy today <3
it’s been a recurring theme for most of y/n’s life. the overheard quotes about the older sibling had eventually become a reality. they didn’t even wait for y/n to try and live up to them. instead, they just accepted that their daughter wasn’t as good as the rest of their children.
as upsetting as it is, kids experience it too much. y/n experiences it every day, so when she realized it wasn’t normal, that’s when it started to hurt more every year.
this day was supposed to be different. she was so excited, turning 18 and finally being an adult. free of her parents if she wanted to be. she thought that maybe, just maybe, her parents would think of her for a day, and make it about it. alas, the second she woke up and walked into the kitchen, y/n’s hopes were shut down.
“y/n, can you take y/b/n to practice? i’m going out with sharon today,” her mom said, barely even looking at her.
“uh, i’m leaving in a bit, remember?” she speaks, trying to sound as polite as possible. “the fishers invited me over for today.”
“hon, we get it,” her dad talks next, peering up over his glasses and newspaper of the town. “but, to some point, it’s just another day. just do what your mother asked.”
y/n looks at her little siblings at the table, messing around and receiving no repercussions. she still remembers when that was her. playing with her parents, happier than she ever was again. she loves her siblings to death, but she loves herself, too. y/n deserves more than she’s been given, so she confides. she drives her brother to whatever practice, wishing him luck as he whispers a happy birthday, then jumping out of the car to see his friends.
she’s already dressed up for the party for belly. the fishers had welcomed her with open arms, even having decorations and sweets for her on the table. everyone figured she’d have something going on at home, but oh, they were so wrong. she didn’t receive a single birthday message from the people who gave her life, so did it matter? even if she didn’t believe it, at least the fishers knew she was worth it. she was dressed in one of her best outfits, a simple dress with small flowers printed over. she had small wedges and her hair was done neatly. she felt pretty, she is pretty.
she walked into the house, belly hearing the door open first. she skips toward, engulfing y/n in a huge hug. “y/n!” she squeals. “happy birthday!”
“oh, belly! happy birthday to you, you look so cute!”
“are you kidding? your man’s gonna go wild when he sees you!” she whispers, making y/n blush toward the end.
“belly, stop!” she nudges. “he’s not my man… yet.”
they giggle together before moving back into the kitchen where y/n greets susannah and laurel, along with the rest of the boys. conrad stands up first, in a heartbeat. he walks over, almost lifting y/n off the ground in a hug.
“hey! happy birthday!” he tells her, excitedly as he pulls away. jeremiah comes piling in next, saying his words to the person he considers a sister.
“didn’t y/m/n have anything planned?” susannah asked from the pure kindness in her heart.
“oh,” y/n mutters. “we, uh, we did something yesterday.”
conrad can tell when y/n lies. he can read her like a book at this point. he’s spent so long fanboying over her that he knows what she’s feeling. when she’s sad, excited, pissed, he knows. it pulls at his heart when he can sense the disappointment in her voice. he starts to get more alarmed with every drink she takes throughout the day. she’s not even a big drinker, never really taking an offer. now he’s positive somethings wrong.
if y/n’s parents didn’t care about her, they don’t care if she drinks, right? she’s with her friends, she’s allowed to. plus. it’ll take the edge off of the internal wounds her parents have left her with. her feelings on the whole matter start to disintegrate for a while, until belly’s cake comes out and is handed to her. it’s so nicely done, perfect detail and so much love. they put time into her cake and party, and y/n can’t help the jealousy rising up. she vividly remembers every one of her younger siblings birthdays. all of them having their friends and a party, while y/n was just locked in her room on her birthday. the presents and the cheesy grins from everyone were overwhelming every year. she couldn’t help but think about what it could be like with her real family. maybe they could love her as much as she deserves, but in reality, they won’t. they can, but they chose not to, which hurts even more.
y/n stumbles around on the balcony, around people while carefully savoring every last drop of whatever is in her can. she’s probably had too many, but she doesn’t care. it’s almost like it’s reversed itself now. she watches belly open all of her presents and receive hugs and kisses, and the lump in her throat becomes thicker. she thinks of the alcohol as her enemy now, just bringing back the thoughts in her sober mind.
it’s not until everyone hears the clicking of y/n’s heels on the pavement that they notice her walking away. her hand is swiping away the loose tears and everyone looks at conrad. if there’s anyone y/n wants to see, it’s him. they’ve been in love for so long, it’s almost painful to watch. as she walks away, blurry vision from the alcohol and the tears, she tries to grab another can from the box before a hand stops her.
“i don’t think that’s a good idea,” conrad says, gently taking it out of her hand and landing it back in the box.
“oh, great. more fuckin’ judgment,” she retorts, making conrad’s face contort.
“hey, what’s going on? you’ve been off all day.”
“i am, perfectly fine,” y/n slurs. conrad places a hand on her shoulder, and takes them to sit on the steps. his arm is wrapped around her, the other one gripping her hand.
“i know you’re not. it’s ok to not be ok,” he looks at her nose scrunch and her cheeks turn red again. “hey, hey, don’t cry, you’re alright.”
“no,” she weeps out, putting her head in her hands. “i’m a mess! i don’t know what to do, i cant make it any better and i’ve been trying for 14 fucking years!”
“hold on,” he keeps his voice low. “what do you mean?”
“my parents don’t give a shit. they haven’t since y/b/n was born and they didn’t even bother about me anymore,” conrad pulls her into his arms, leaning back as her teardrops soak into his shirt. “i didn’t do anything for this, and belly’s being loved unconditionally without having to fight for it. and i feel like a bitch getting upset over it but-“
“absolutely not. don’t say that ever again. you don’t deserve anything they’re giving you. anything they’ve said to you is a fucking lie. i know who you are. you’re the most perfect, beautiful person i’ve ever met, inside and out. you don’t have to prove anything to them, because they don’t deserve your amazingness,” he speaks to her. it’s nothing but the truth, and nothing he would ever hesitate to say. “and i will spend forever trying to prove to you that you’re nothing but beautiful a beautiful person.”
y/n looks up at him, only bursting into more tears as he laughs a bit. “oh, my god, conrad. i love you, so much. i know i’m drunk but i mean it more than anything.” she’s felt nothing like she does now. she’s never had someone accept her so quickly and with so much appreciation. she feels like she can do nothing but cry and just love on him.
“i’m glad,” he begins again. “because i love you, too. no matter what your parents say or do. they don’t define you.”
and in this moment, for the first time in a long time, y/n knows someone loves her. and he’s not just saying it for comfort. she doesn’t need her parents to be loved. if they can’t do that, there will forever be someone out there who loves her just as much. she knows she’s enough, and that’s enough.
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sardonic-the-writer · 5 months
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𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞
↳ includes: scout, soldier, medic, and spy
↳ warnings: mentions of surgery and alcohol
↳ song: runaround sue—dion
masterlist | commissions | carrd
𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭
• He’s such a doofus. It takes him at least a month to pick up on it
• The entire time you’re flirting or making moves on him, he’ll jokingly reciprocate it under the impression that you’re just joshing around
• It takes one of the other team members approaching him for the mercenary to realize what was actually going on
• “Son.” Engineer had sighed as he stood in the doorway to Scout’s very messy room, “You do realize they like you?”
• Scout’s very dismissive and red faced about it
• “What? Psh. Stop messing with me, Engie. Don't you have sentries to build or somethin’?”
• The second Engineer leaves, he’s practically tearing up his room in a tirade of emotions
• Overthinks the past few months with you way too much. Practically wears a spot into the floor from all the nervous pacing he does
• In the end, Scout confronts you to ask you out
• Tries to be formal, but we all saw how that turned out with Miss Pauling. Eventually just gives up on trying to be suave— and not succeeding —to blurt out what he’s thinking
• “So, uh, yeah. I’m not so. Er. Good at this sappy stuff, but there’s a Tom Jones museum I think we could go check out. Together.” Scout pauses, accent only getting thicker with worry, “Alone. Y’know?”
• Over the moon when you say yes. All nerves dissipate and are immediately replaced with a cross between a smug and relieved victory
• If you look close enough at his ears, they’re a little pink
𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫
• If he hasn’t known you for long, Soldier will actually just chalk your actions up to being a communist spy
• A very exasperated Demoman had to get Miss Pauling to bring in heavily classified paperwork on you just to prove to him you weren’t a commie
• “Very well maggot! I’ll believe you— for now! Sleep with one eye open!” Soldier had barked, slamming down your file on the dining room table as a tired Pauling watched. You noted that the papers were upside down, and you doubt he even read them. Or that he could read
• He’s very blunt with everything. Words, actions, emotions, etc. Doesn’t understand why other people can’t just do the same. It would make conversation so much easier to him
• So he’s not oblivious to your attention per se. Just very curious, I suppose
• It takes maybe less than two weeks after the Communist Incident, as Demo had dubbed it, for him to corner you
• “Maggot! Do you find me attractive?” He demanded
• You’d been eating breakfast at the time, and almost choked to death on your laughter at the question
• “Short answer, yes.” You gasped through wheezy laughter, the volume only increasing at the frown on Soldiers face. “Follow up question; is that really how you just asked if I had a crush on you?”
• Nods and booms back that he thinks you’re also easy on the eyes. Proposes the idea of doing a training course with you sometime. Breaks out into a crooked grin when you accept
• “Excellent! I expect you up at oh five hundred for the course tomorrow!” He saluted you, which was Soldier equivalent to a bone crushing hug of respect
• You returned it, and missed the way his eyes crinkled with happiness behind the brim of his helmet
𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜
• Always so consumed in his work that he probably just ends up finding out from Archemedies
• The birds had always been allowed to rest on your shoulder while he performed risqué experiments on you, acting as a distraction from the feeling of someone sifting around in your guts
• I guess the dove had picked up on one too many looks you’d tossed the ex-doctors way
• To this day, no one can understand how the two of them can communicate, but one thing leads to another and suddenly Medic is looming in your doorframe silently
• “What’s up, doc?” You’d greeted him with a Bug’s Bunny quote and a grin. Medics lips only twitched up slightly as he pushed his glasses back up the brim of his nose
• “A little bird told me zhat someone has a crush, ja?” He barreled right into the topic, leaving no room for you to prepare for the sudden accusation. Medics scrutinizing gaze didn’t miss the way your eyes glanced in the direction of his lab, no doubt silently cursing Archemedies
• “No need to fear, freund.” He unclasped his gloved hands from behind his back and approached you. “I simply am here to offer you a deal.”
• Turns out the deal was a chance talk over cheap beer in his office. Pretty rare, considering how much of his time Medic chose to dedicate to work
• “I’ll take it.” You shook his hand, briefly noting how large it seemed even when compared to you
• “Vunderbar, mein schatz.” Medic smiled gently, leaving you to wonder what he had just said
𝐒𝐩𝐲
• There is no hiding when it comes to this French fuck
• Spy immediately picks up on every glance. Every chance of avoided eye contact and unnecessary clearing of a throat
• Suddenly he seems to be a lot more talkative towards you than normal. Hanging out by your side at gatherings rather than a dark corner with cigarette smoke curling around his head
• Fleeting touches slowly begin to sprinkle themselves in between conversation. A hand on the shoulder here, and a brief touch to the pulse point there
• The first time he did the latter, he noticed how fast your heart was beating and couldn’t stop himself from letting out a slight chuckle
• If he was nicer, Spy would definitely take action and approach your first. In fact, sometimes he almost finds himself wanting to
• But the man knows how people work. If you truly wanted to pursue him, you would come around eventually. No point in making rash decisions. He was a patient man, after all
• A small part of his ego preened at the thought of making you work for it
• And come around you did eventually did
• Finds himself opening the door to his smoking room one late night only to be met with the image of a very frazzled looking you
• You rush out something about a date too fast for his ears to catch. Spy is simply too busy letting his eyes roam over your casual cloathing and slight fidgeting. The crooning of an old French record plays from behind him as he blinks down at you
• “Would you like to come in?” He finally sighs out, opening the door a little wider in the form of an invitation
• By the time you manage to get inside, you notice he already had a wine glass set out for you
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stratusjay · 6 months
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Broken Pact
I am sorry it got a bit out of hand. Well I still hope you enjoy it.
Age 3
-Holà! I am Alba. Your plush looks cute, this is mine, his name is Raoh, What’s yours ?
-It’s Jack. I breathe out.
Alba looked confused for a second, she didn’t hear what her new friend said.
-You know Raoh is really nice. He won’t hurt him, he wants to be friends with your sheep but for that he needs to know his name.
-His name is Jack, I am Y/N. I say a little louder.
-Holà Y/N, holà Jack! Want to play on the toboggan ?
The two girls went ahead to play and spent the whole day together. At home that same time, they spent their evening talking about each other to their family.
Age 9
-Y/N! Come on! I want to play, speed up!
-Alba! Wait!
Bam, the second child fell on the floor, trying to break her fall, she put her hands before her making them hit gravel at the same time as her knees. She sat up. Her friend came back to check on her.
-Y/N are you okay ?
She got the gravel out of her knees and hands looking to make sure there wasn’t anything in the scratches.
-Mamà is gonna kill. My pants are done with the ones with grass stains, those are the third I destroy in the last weeks.
-Ouch! Yeah she will kill you ? Are you hurt? Do you want to get your scratches cleaned up ? 
-No it’s okay. It doesn’t hurt that much, let's go to the park.
The girls played in the playground imagining worlds where they were princesses or female knights, they slayed dragons, saved witches  and rejected ugly and annoying princes.
In the late afternoon, a middle aged woman came into the park, looked around, spotted them and an older girl who had arrived later and was playing football on the vacated grass field and called them over.
-Mamà!! shouted two voices. The two more similar girls came running hugging the older women.
-Holà mi hijas, said the women with a smile hugging them both and kissing the top of their head.
-Holà Senora Putellas.
-Holà Y/N, how are you doing ? Happy to sleep at ours ?
Y/N nodded excitedly.
-Oh Y/N, did you fall down ? It’s okay we are gonna clean that home okay ? And did your mamà put another pair of pants in your stay over the bag ?
-Nope, I made it myself.
-Okay in that case what about patching up your trousers yourself too. I have some funny knee patch that I created for Alexia when she kept scratching up her pants just like you. Come on girls let’s go we have things to do and your dad is waiting at home for his girls.
Age 14 
-Mamà, can I go see Y/N ?
-Wow are you sick ? Teased Eli.
-Why ?
-Well normally you don’t ask ?
-So ? Can I go ?
-Sure just come back for dinner and if she is alone at home. Invite her, okay ?
-Ok.
Alba went out, crossed the street in diagonal two houses down the street and knocked at the door and turned the handle down pushing the door open. Like usual the door opened without resistance, she went in and took the stairs opening the first door on the second floor. She let out a muffled scream and went completely still from shock.
-What the heck did you do to your hair ?
-Oh! That well it was annoying when I played football so I cut it short ?
-Are you asking me or telling me ?!
-Well telling you.
-Did you really have to cut that short ? You look like Alice Cullen with blond hair in twilight!
-Hey she is hot, I don’t have a problem with that.
-Yeah well you don’t have Ashley Greene physics so… It’s just weird. Actually it might be even shorter than Alice Cullen pixie. Who cut it ? 
-Me. Mamà said  I did the quote sign in the air “there is no way she would let me cut my hair” so I took scissors and cut myself, then she took me to a hairstylist so they could do damage control.
-You are an idiot. Alba deadpanned.
-Yeah, yeah but now it’s out of the way. Okay. One stop looking at me like that. And two what are you doing here ?
-Oh yeah right.
Alba threw herself on Y/N’s bed, and sighed. Y/N dropped her pen on her notebook and abandoned her Math problem to pay attention to her best-friend. Alba began talking into the pillow, which muffled everything she said. Y/N leant over her bed to take an old sheep plush on the shelf above her bed, she put it next to the pillow facing Alba, who had followed the shift in the air and was now looking at the sheep.
-Holà Alba, it’s Jack remember me ? Y/N and me we didn’t understand **** of what you said so could you repeat please ? said Y/N in a funny voice. 
Alba smiled and took Jack laughing.
- I said that Matteo asked me to be his girlfriend.
-We are fourteen, said Y/N dumbfounded.
-No shit. Fourteen, it’s teenagers love don’t you think.
-Uh maybe, what are you gonna do ? asked Y/N bringing her knees up to her chest and put her heels on the seat of her chair.
-Well since a bit of time now, I know that Ale is going out with one of her teammates and you remember the new girl at school. The cute girl from class B.
-Yeah, I remember her. She is in the volleyball team too.
-Oh I didn’t know that, well I think I have a crush on her. Do you think I should ask her out ?
Y/n shrugged, an annoyed look passed on Alba who opened her mouth but was stopped by Y/n’s hand going on the back of her neck and began rubbing it, thinking. Alba closed her mouth and waited.
-I think that, what you want and how you want to do is what you should focus on. But, she looked at Alba sternly, you should be clear with Matteo. And maybe try to befriend the poor girl before you jump on her. But you know we are young, we should experience obviously.
-Oh so you have your eyes on someone ? teased Alba.
-Ass. You know that I don’t care about that. I want to beat your sister in juggling, that's my only objective right now. Now let me do my homework and you do yours too.
-Yeah yeah football, I know. If I help you with Maths, you help me with English ?
-Like always right ?
They smiled at each other and installed themselves respectively on the bed and on the desk.
Age 17
-Love is stupid!
-Don’t say that, Sergio was just a bump in the road of life.
-He was an asshole.
-Hey! That’s my brother, that you are talking about. But he was kind of a jerk. But Louisa I told you not to get with him. 
-You told me! That’s your excuse, he cheated on me and you knew it! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. He always made stupid excuses to not show up when he did make them and you covered for him like nothing was going
-It’s not that big of a deal, and he is my brother.
-And I am your best-friend. We have known each other since primary school. Does that mean nothing to you?
Louisa's question was met with silence.
-You are trash! Just like him! I don’t want to see you ever again!!! I can’t believe it!
-Louisa, wait.
Alba tried to stop her friend from going and looked bewildered at her other friend.
-Don’t, not right now Albs.
-Sof… Aren’t you going to go after her ?
-What’s the point ? I am already the bad guy. 
Sofia turned around and left in the other direction leaving behind Alba and Y/N who clearly didn’t know what to do.
-Hum, what do we do now, Albs ?
-I don’t know, Y/n/n.
After a bit, Y/n looked up at the sky and took Alba’s hand dragging her away from her spot.
-Come on, we need to go home. It's gonna rain soon.
On the phone in the evening while they were doing their homeworks that same day, Alba was more silent than usual.
-Alba what’s going on ? What’s disturbing you ?
-I am just thinking about the quarrel between Sofia and Louisa. What if it happens to us who would you side with, I don’t want to lose you. Alba almost whispered at the end.
-Well my brothers are way too young for you and I don’t have a sister so I think we are on the safe side here, laughed Y/N.
-Yeah but Alexia isn’t too old for you.
-You are crazy, I practically grew up with her and listened to you complain about her.
-Same with Louisa and Sofia.
There was a pause in the conversation.
-Alba what do you want me to do ? Asked Y/N softly.
-If I promise to never go for your siblings and exes. Would you do the same for me ?
-Like a pact ? I can, we could write it too. To act it. Make it more real.
-I am coming over.
Age 21
-Happy Birthday Alba!
-Thank you! In three days it’s yours, but for now I am gonna remind you that I am older than you on the phone for the next three days.
Y/N laughed through the phone.
-So what are you doing for your big day ? 
-Well Ale and Maps organized something I think, and this week-end we are celebrating with Mamà. So that’s gonna be fun. But apart from my birthday if I remember correctly and I do. I seem to remember that my best-friend who escaped in America told me she had a date last night so how did it go ?
- It was nice but she was more searching for a hookup than anything, and I am not sure if I want a relationship right now so we had a fun night but we won’t be seeing each other again. I mean in a few months I graduate and then I will be or drafted somewhere in America or I will return to Europe or I could go to Australia or even Sweden but to be completely honest I don’t think I could survive there, it’s too cold.
-Isn’t it cold in South Bend ?
-Well it doesn’t get super hot in summer, but it does get really cold in winter. We go in the minus here. But the real problem isn’t the cold, it’s the rain. It rains too much. I miss Spain and the sun seriously, it’s not fun Alba. I don't feel Catalonian anymore, I feel like I haven’t tan in 4 years. I am a walking corpse… no, a vampire. If I see the sun.
-You will sparkle Miss Cullen ? Sniggered Alba.
-No I will burst into flames like Vlad The Impaler dumbass.
-Who ?
-The inspiration for Dracula, dumbass.
-Oh. Madame got culture, she is studying literature. Said Alba in a funny posh voice.
The childhood friends burst out laughing, across the world from each other.
-Oh I missed this. I am sorry I didn’t take the time to call you lately Albs.
-Y/N, you send me texts practically everyday, it’s not like we didn’t call each other for years. And I didn’t call you either. The effort goes both ways you know. I didn’t take the time either. Wait, isn't it time to go to sleep, for you ? Which hours is it ?
-It’s a little past midnight, yawned Y/N.
-Bullshit, it’s two in the morning. When what she just said registered in her head Alba yelled: What the heck go to sleep Y/N!
-Yes, Mom.
-Have a good sleep, love you.
-Love you too.
Age 23
I look at my watch, and jump out of the car. I’m not late luckily, Alba wouldn’t let me hear the end of it. I am actually a bit early, I advance towards the arrivals area, since I arrived two years ago I haven’t stepped foot in the airport, it’s actually easier to go to Copenhagen. But when we discussed her stay at mine, it was easier to take her from Malmö’s airport, less minutes on the road for me after a match day. I can’t ask for more. 
When I see that her plane is noted as landed, take out the sign I made with her name on it. I remember when we were younger and we watched romantics movie I always made fun of the “”running in the airport” kind of scene and the “seeing each other after a longtime” still in a airport kind of scene, it used to drive her crazy during the movie but at the end of it she always laughed with me. I look at the corridor people filling out, joining loved ones or going out alone and the inevitable few lost ones who are looking at the panels up, trying to decipher what’s written to understand where they are supposed to go. Finally I see her turning the corner looking ahead trying to find me when she is halfway the corridor, I put the sign higher. She looks in it’s direction and a smile breaks free on her face, in a second I see her smile turning into a malicious smirk. She drops her suitcase and runs towards screaming my name, hands outstretched toward me. I shake my head laughing at her but she doesn’t stop running. My brain finally realizes that she has absolutely no intention of slowing down. I drop the sign and prepare myself for the collusion two seconds before it happens. She just jumps on me, sending me backwards, tumbling down and she lands on her feets one on each side of my waist while I am on my ass on the floor. And it hurts a lot.
-Sorry I always wanted to do that, I didn’t think this through.
-It’s okay, help me get up. My ass hurt.
She holds her hand out for me so I can get up.
-I told you all those scenes in movies where faked!
-Don’t you do those kinds of things as celebrations during matches ?
-Well I think it depends on who and well who is the one jumping and the one receiving.
She grabs her suitcase, and follows me outside to my car so we can get back to my place.
-So like it depends on the connection between the two, like Jenni and Ale. They do it because they.
I cut her off.
-A couple ? No it’s not what I mean. I mean it depends on the weight of the jumper and the muscular capacity of the “jumpee” and their balance skill.
-One they aren’t and two… ARE YOU CALLING ME FAT ?!
-No, Ass. I just don’t have the balance capacity to keep me and you upright. And maybe you should stop stocking for winter, just saying.
-Bitch. So you are just unbalanced.
-Yep. It’s here, let me just find a place to park.
After another day visiting, we were on the couch doing a puzzle. Well, I was doing it. Alba was lost in thought. I try not to stay unoccupied for long periods of time. It makes me wonder and get lost in my head and I always end up homesick. I miss speaking in Spanish and Catalàn, I miss Alba, she is the only one I stayed in touch with in Spain. I have some friends who are on the Spanish national team, but I never got called up to the senior team, and they have their own lives. We text from time to time but it stops there, well that’s not completely true. Ona came to Malmö once a year ago in the middle of winter she stayed the week-end and hightailed. She told me I could come to Manchester whenever I wanted but she would never put herself through this again.
-Are you happy ? Alba asks me suddenly. I drop my puzzle piece and look at her.
-Yes.
-Truly happy ?
-Alba, I stop at her serious face. I think about it. Take my puzzle piece back from the table and put it with the other exterior pieces I sorted out. I am not sad, I finally exhale.
-Don’t you want to wake up in the morning with a smile on your face even if it’s a normal day. Does football still make you happy ?
-Yes, I smile, it’s one of the bright spots of my day.
-I think being away from home and family is eating you up inside. I am worried about you, Y/N. Her brows are frowned in concern, even her eyes seem watery by sadness for me.
-I’ll think about it.
-No. Or you’ll never do. You need to tell your manager, sports agent whatever, that for your mental health you need to be closer to Barcelona.
I nod, and bring my eyes back to the puzzle, feeling her eyes on me I meet them. She looks at me expectantly.
-Right now ? I ask hesitantly.
-Yes, right now or you’ll never do it.
I take my phone out and search for my agent number.
-I can’t do that by phone.
-Y/N put your big girl’s pants on and do it!
I push the call button. My agent answers in a couple of minutes, asking me nicely what’s going on. When I tell him everything, he asks that we do a video call. After we talked about my last year on my contract and my performances this past two years with Rosengard which are really good. So he is gonna put a word out about it but before that I need to talk with my coach tomorrow. Apparently, it’s not gonna be a big problem and I should have talked about my problems earlier.
The next day, I give a call to my coach so we can talk about it, the rendez-vous is taken. And when the hour comes Alba comes with me, when I explain everything, they understand and tell me to take care of my mental health. I will still finish my season here obviously and if no one wants me they will always be a place for me. I left her office crying from relief, I didn’t notice it was impacting me that much.
Age 24
It’s been a longtime I hadn’t put a toe back in this airport, Barcelona is still as sunny as ever. When we discussed contracts and everything there were several clubs who reached out but I didn’t want a big club so I turned some down, I don’t want to be a bench player. Finally Rosengård agreed on a loan to Levante Las Planas, the club is in second division, and this season we are trying to get to the first one, the suits said it was the objective of this loan. At the end of the loan I’ll be a free agent and then I am free to choose where and with whom I want to play.
I take my suitcases from the carousel and step out in the august air. We are well into the afternoon hours, the sun is high in the sky and it’s not too hot today. The weather is perfect, when I close my eyes I can feel the sun’s warmth, the breeze caress my face and in the air you can smell the iodine. It smells like home, like clothes drying on lines, like warm smiles, like tickles and hugs. It smells like the sun.
-What are you doing sniffing the air ? Creep.
-Hello Alba, it’s nice to see you too. I am fine and you ?
-Your eyes are closed, and I was fine a minute ago but now I am wondering if I really want to spend a year supporting you.
I open my eyes when I feel her reach for me, we embrace each other.
-Well when you have enough of me, we will just have to stop hanging out at each other. In an instant Alba’s face turns guilty. What did you do ?
-You remember that you asked me to find an apart for you, right?
-I told you, you didn’t have to and you said you wanted to. I swear if I don’t have somewhere to sleep in a week. I will kill you.
-I found an apart but it’s actually more complicated than that. After putting my suitcases in the trunk, we got in the car without stopping our conversation.
-Someone died in it ?
-No… I don’t think so… Maybe it’s actually why it was cheaper ? Alba wonders out loud.
-So the apart ? I cut her off.
She looks at me surprised and then looks back at the road.
-Oh yeah it’s a shared flat.
-With who ?
-Me.
Silence fills the passenger compartment, I look at her. Think about it.
-If there haven’t been a death or murder in the apartment before, there will be one before the end of the month.
-So in a week, nice. I promise that I will keep my mess in my room.
-You better. But I am actually super happy to be living with you.
-Yeah! You remember when we were kids, we always said we would live together when we would be older.
The season was going well, we were in a really good position in the ranking. If we kept at it, we would advance in the first division. Next week we are gonna watch Barcelona Feminino against Real Madrid in the women’s champion’s league. Alba is super excited, well I am too. She got seats from her sister, the well known “La Reina”, best player in the world. It’s gonna be epic, she is going to the next one when Barcelona wins this one it’s for the quarter-finals after. I won’t be at that one but Alba is going with her mom, Eli. She constantly asks Alba to invite me for their family dinner on Sunday but I don’t want to impose on them so I avoid it everytime. I feel bad about it since they have always been so nice to me. But I have a fear, a complete anxiety for awkward silences. They give me cold chills. I finally open our apartment door and get inside, I advance to flick the light when I bump into something solid and hard.
-ALBAAAAAA! DIOS MIO! MIERDA! I roared. I stubbed my toe. I finish whining pitifully.
The light turn on, and I turn to find not Alba but Alexia on the doorway of her sister room and on my couch a few other Bareclona’s players, Mapi and her supposed girlfriend Ingrid cuddled on the couch waking up, and one the floor before the couch is Jenni Hermoso. And the hard stuff I bumped into is actually Leila Ouahabi, Oups.
-Huh?!
I blink a few times looking at each of them, fleeking my eyes between them and then I settle back on the most familiar one who actually hasn’t been familiar in a bit less than ten years.
-Hi Miss Putellas, Alexia. Miss Putellas. Excuse me but would you tell me where your sister is ?
-Miss Putellas ? someone laughed.
-Y/N ? She looks at me with uncertainty written on her face.
-Yes ? I answer, waiting for an answer.
-What’s going on ? asked Alba, yawning, stepping out from behind her sister in pajamas.
I look at her frowning and look at everyone and then back at her and make a face that I think explains everything.
-Oh, yeah they forgot their keys.
-Everyone ?!
-Well, Alexia’s suitcase got held up at the airport and is arriving tomorrow. Mapi and Ingrid are the same, well Maps forgot to bring her key altogether and Ingrid’s luggage is held back. Leila and Patri are flat sharing and each one of them thought the other had brought their keys. So they are calling their landlord tomorrow morning and Jenni, I actually don’t know. 
-My girlfriend forgot to give my key back to the neighbor, she is bringing it back to me in two days and in that time I am being housed by Alexia who is currently housed by the both of you. 
I nodded along to her words. I was a bit dumbfounded, don’t she have a double of her keys, don’t they all have a double of their keys.
-Hum, you don’t have a double of your keys ? Neither one of you.
-Nope, said Leila proudly and Patri nodded along.
-No but I’ll make one when I get my keys back, said Jenni.
-Yes, Alba is supposed to have it. Alexia pointedly stared at Alba who shrugged.
-I don’t know where I put it. It has a key chain with Nala’s picture on it.
I nodded, I excused myself for the noise and took my bags to my room wishing them a good night. I woke up the next day with a key chain with a dog picture on it. I knew when I went to bed that I had seen it somewhere, and it is said to sleep on it, so I did and I think I know where it is. I get out of bed, grab a hoodie and pull socks on. I carefully open my door, and advance towards the living room where all the Barcelona players are actually already awake. They salute me and I greet them back. In the kitchen, I can see Alexia at the stove.
-Y/N, please never call me Miss Putellas again. We have known each other for a longtime and it makes me feel really old, she finishes with a smile. I smile back without answering.
I advance towards the laundry area in the kitchen and look in the all-purpose drawer and get Alexia’s keys out.
-I am sorry, yesterday it was late and I was tired. I couldn’t remember where I saw them. I turn around and hand out her keys to Alexia. When she realizes what it is she smiles brightly and brings me in a hug. She kisses my temple before thanking me.
-You get double portions of pancakes just for that Y/N/N.
There was a minute of silence, we could hear a pin drop, then an uprising. Mapi, Leila, Patri and Jenni shoving each other and yelling to Alexia trying to plead the cause of their stomachs. Alba, woken up by the noise, soon joined in when she understood what it was about.
-Put the table and I’ll think about it.
I never saw Alba move that fast since reaching teenage years. Alexia’s pancakes must be something. I looked at the stove where Alexia was flipping pancakes, they did look pretty good, well rounded and fluffy.
Yesterday Barcelona lost against the Olympique Lyonnais, the only goal from Barcelona against the giant Fenottes was scored by Alexia. Everyone is saying that goal was a statement bla bla but I think she was frustrated with her team and herself and by the performance they were giving in this particular match, and that goal was just that frustration not a statement from The Best. On the other side of Barcelona, Levante Las Planas are on a really good streak and we know that being in the first division is possible next season. We have a couple other matches but we are at the end of the season, it’s feasible. Then it’s the Euro which is also a major event, but like the Champion's league I won’t be participating there. With Alba we are going on vacation after the beginning of the euro. She wants to support her sister with her mom for at least the first match then we are going to Indonesia with her girlfriend and some friends.
Judith and I were chilling on the couch. We had just finished cleaning the apartment, Judith moved in a couple months ago and I am currently looking for a new team, well my manager is, so when I know where I am going for next season Alba and her will have the apartment to themselves. Which is great for them but also for me because the walls are kinda thin.
Alba was in London with her mom, she apparently got a call yesterday and they changed their ticket to be there earlier. It’s not good news for La Reina, I personally don’t keep up with the news because they tend to be too dramatic but Judith pulls a weird face every time she unlocks her phone. I swear if that phone buzzes one more time I’m throwing it out the window, I can’t concentrate on my book and it’s a good romance!
-Holà, Alba! Is everything okay ?
I look up, Judith seems concerned. She hums and nods along her conversation with Alba, I suppose, but doesn’t give away what’s going on. Their conversation gets lengthier and lengthier, and I am getting more stressed every minute ticking. When she finally hangs up with Alba, she turns to me.
-It’s Alexia. She has done her ACL.
I feel myself getting a bit dizzy. I know better than anyone how complex those injuries are, this is the sole reason no club wanted to bet on me when I finished highschool, I had just done them too. University was my only option. Well that explains why Alba did not reach for me, she was there when I did them, it was a trauma that she shouldered me through. She is still protecting me.
-Y/N, are you okay ? You are all pale. Judith was kneeling beside me on the floor looking ready to catch me if something. She is great, Alba found a good one.
-Yeah, yeah just a bad memory.
-I am sorry, I didn’t know. 
I nodded looking through her while she went back to her place on the couch.
-What ? What didn’t you know ? I was confused after her words began making sense in my brain.
-For Alexia. A bit confused about her wording. I mean I didn’t either, you are the one who just told me. You didn’t tore her ACL, you don’t need to apologize.
-I didn’t know you were in love with her.
That’s weird. What ?! What did she just say? Brain please get back to work.
-Huh, I am not.
-But you had such a big reaction ? I thought … She did finish her sentence looking at me with a weird expression on. I think I need to explain my reaction or this is never gonna leave her mind.
-No, I did them a long time ago. It’s still a sore subject. It’s just that.
She looks back at me, raises an eyebrow while frowning slightly, then she nods and picks her book back up. I am not emotionally stupid, most of the time, before we made the pact with Alba I had already realized that Alexia was one my type and two completely out of my league. I knew my little crush would always be that, a crush without any further development. Moreover Alexia had a girlfriend at the time, then Alba asked me for the pact and I agreed; I wanted to forget my crush and I was gonna leave for the USA. I forgot about this silly crush, fell in love, fell out of love, experienced, got hurt, swore out of love and now I am back in Barcelona and I go on dates from time to time. But I do admit I haven’t gone to one in a longtime, the last one was a disaster. I do not have great conversation skills, I am not much of a conversationalist.
Alexia forced Alba to come with us to Indonesia, even if she is injured she is strong headed and not incapacitated; I think you can put some quote un quote somewhere. Indonesia it’s beautiful, cultural differences are a thing and I have been hit by it on numerous occasions. I am not sure they are too fond of homosexual so Alba and Judith keep the PDA low key, which is sad they make such a beautiful couple. If someone asks I’ll deny I ever thought it. In Indonesia people drive like madmen. I am not going behind the wheel in that crazy country, I swear I saw five people on one scooter and they klaxon all the time. It's really surprising at first. And food wise when they say it’s spicy, well it’s spicy, really spicy. The rice was red from all the spice, and I swear I have never eaten something as spicy as that tofu, I think I could have breathed fire. We visited a temple where if you didn’t cover your legs you couldn’t enter. They gave us batik tissue to make skirts with the stairs were uneven and it was dark and humid inside. We visited markets, eated more things than we should have. Insects are a really big no for me. There were two old men playing chess in one of them, it made a really good picture. We saw a wayang representation, it was mesmerizing, it’s a shadow theater with etched puppets. Then we spent a lot of time tanning and spending time on the beach. I admit I burn easier than I tan, it’s deplorable. During our vacation, my agent told me a big club was interested in me and even though I would probably not get a first spot, they wanted to play me as a super sub. When he explained every other interesting contract he told me to sleep on it and to call him back when I would reach a decision. When he began searching for a new club I told him that I wanted him to tell me about the contracts he would find ang get for me without giving me the name of the club.
-About the big club, can they reach the champion’s league ? I asked without preambule.
-Yes, you are leaning toward them ?
-Yes. Sorry, Hello, how are you doing ?
-Hahaha, I am fine. What about you ?
-I am great, Indonesia is awesome but I am worried about next season to be honest. It’s lingering in the back of my mind. I was afraid no one would want me. Now tell me, please.
-The big club, it’s Barcelona.
-How long ?
-Two years for sure, and another if both parties are satisfied. They wanted you before Alexia got hurt so do not get in your head for that. Okay ?
-Okay. Tell them I am gonna sign.
-I’ll do my job, which is also to get you a good deal. Then I will tell them you are in. Enjoy your vacation. Bye.
He hung up before I could say anything.
Where is my fudging phone, who the heck calls people that early on a sunday. Here it is, Alba I will kill her sleep is sacred, I put it down and bury my head back in my pillow. It’s ringing again.
-Alba, I swear to god. I answered the phone.
- Holà Y/N, it’s Judith sorry, but Alba heard you. I am gonna put you on the car’s speaker so we can talk.
-Oh, hi Judith sorry.
-What about me, I don’t get one.
-Nope.
-Nice, well we need your help. Like you know, today is family dinner day but with Judith we are away from Barcelona and we won’t make it back on time to get Alexia. So could you please give her a ride. I know you said you wouldn’t come like the hundred or so other times I asked you since September but Mamà wants to see you. And you are busting your ass off for Barça you need a break. 
-But I …
-Alexia doesn’t have the right to drive even if she can walk again and it’s always a source of joy for her to see the family. So if you don’t do it for Albs maybe you can do it for your capitana or for Elisabet. Say Judith slyly. The girl is good; she knows how to make me move.
-I’ll do it. When is she expecting me ?
-In half an hour would be good, like that you are gonna be early to Mama’s and can help her with cooking or play board games with her.
-Okay see you later.
I hang up and get out of bed. I turn on the coffee maker and while it whirrs I go in the shower. I get dressed, drink my coffee in a flash, I hate being late which is funny since Spanish people are known for tardiness but personally if I live by “if you are five minutes early you are on time, but if you are on time you are late.” And right now I am late. It’s the first time I actually go to Alexia’s, the team go see her sometimes but I always decline the invite. It's not that I don’t like her but I feel a bit uncomfortable when I think about going to hers, even more since Judith said I was in love with her. We see each other at the facility, she comes to see the team play before and after her recovery sessions. Woah well nice residence, but how do I get in, well I must have her phone number somewhere. I hear someone knock on my window when I am beginning to call Alexia. I look up, she is here. I hang up and get out of my car.
-Did I summon you ? I joke, when I go to greet her I hear a yap coming from around my knees. “Hi Nala, are you coming for the trip too ? Well little lady aren’t you a cutie. I am Y/N and I will be your driver for the day, little star.”
-And here suddenly I am completely forgotten. I was gonna ask you if it disturbed you if she came with us. But I feel like I should worry more about getting my dog back at the end of the day.
-No it’s not a problem at all, just the dog goes in the back seat and I hope you have a leash for the car to secure her. I must have a cover or something to protect the leather, let me search.
-I have one in my car if you don’t have one. I disappear in my trunk trying to reach for my cover, really I need to clean my trunk. It's a mess, the rest of my car is clean, nothing is laying around but the trunk; it’s Tchernobyl. “Y/N ?”
-I have it. Get in Lady Nala.
We spent the first few minutes of the drive in complete, I didn’t connect my phone to the car and I forgot to put the radio on. I never chose one so I don’t want to put it on now, we never know what we will fall on. I have been racking my brain for ideas of conversation. Football seems like an insensitive bad idea, and I don’t know her actual other hobbies, what she watches or reads. I think I am getting a brain cramp worrying like that. Saved by the phone quite literally.
-Can you ? I look at my phone then at Alexia then my car to finally get my focus back on the road.
-It’s Alba, I will connect your phone. What’s your code ?
-My birthday. It’s two days after 
-Alba, I know. She cuts me off. 
-Hello, did you get my sister ? 
-Hello evil spawn. I apologize it's offensive to your parents.
-Hi Albs. I am, I would say secure but I am still judging her driving style.
-Ah! The only thing you have to worry about with her it’s to get bored to death. She drives like a grandma. 
-Hey! It’s not true.
-I have been in the car for less than ten minutes and I tend to agree with Albs, you drive like a grandma.
-Well that’s just mean. See if you get a ride back from me. Nala gets one because she is cute but you can stay at your mom‘s. I pout jokingly.
- Well everything seems fine so I am gonna leave you and concentrate on the road. Oh one last thing Ale. Y/N probably still hasn't put a radio on so you can put her Spotify on. Usually she listens to old soft rock bands, she has a playlist named with a Smiley electric guitar you can put it on. If it's really not your thing she has your playlist for matchday and Barcelona playlist too. Enjoy your ride.
She hung up leaving me with flaming red cheeks from the corner of my eyes,  I saw Alexia search my phone after finding what she was searching she smirked.
-You did a blend with me ? It's cute and we have 84% compatibility, not bad.
-I did it with Alba too. We have a tad bit more compatibility.
-Found your playlist woah it's extensive.
-Play it on shuffle please.
The first song coming up was Brothers in Arms from Dire Straits. I absolutely love this song. It begins with a super bass solo then it slowly brings you in the deep. Actually there are a lot of Dire Straits songs in my playlist and U2 too, particularly songs from the albums Song of Innocence and War.
- These mist-covered mountains Are a home now for me Hmmmm
And you’ll no longer burn to be brothers in arms
Through these field of destruction Baptisms of fire I’ve witnessed your suffering
This song I just can’t help it. I am sorry I can’t help singing it.
For the rest of the journey when a song that I particularly liked came on I would heightened the volume and sing along to it or at least the chorus. Alexia joined me in some songs and I think I saw her take a video of me, I need to make sure she doesn’t send that to the PR department. Finally we got to her mom's house, I needed to stretch.
You know I always find it funny everytime I find myself back in the Putellas household I feel like a child again, nothing has changed since I left highschool. Well maybe the paint was refreshed but it’s the same color and everything. My parents and I don’t talk anymore and they moved away, they weren’t happy with some “choice” I made in my life. My siblings and I are still in contact and my grandma has always been more open minded and supportive than my parents so when I come back to Mollet del Vallès I always pass by her house to greet her.
After bringing Alexia to the Putellas family’s times that one time, it became a regular occurrence. Alexia and I would talk about the club, her dad sometimes, the prank I pulled with Alba when we were kids. After I revealed without meaning to that Alba and I were actually the ones who broke her parents bedroom window that one time where she got punished without having done anything, well she brought it up the whole night to Eli and threatened Alba with repercussions, I got brought up on that too. We tried to say there was a prescription by now, I am not sure prescription is in Alexia’s vocabulary. Even when she was authorized to drive again, we rode together but we alternated drivers and cars.
Finally Alexia got back to training with us and it was decided that we would go celebrate. I was pulled along with everyone and after being given a bit of beer and shots of I think it was tequila but I am not completely sure, by Mapi my inhibitions were completely out of the window. So gone that when I woke up the next day I didn’t remember what happened but I did realize that I wasn’t in my bed nor in my room. After a couple of minutes getting the fog out of my brain, I turned around in the bed realizing that one I was naked and my lower half was aching and two there was someone else naked in bed with me. I heard little footfalls running behind the door which clearly led outside. I got up and looked at the blond strong back, she was still deep asleep. It was still the middle of the night or really early in the morning, I got my clothes from the floor and my phone was in my jeans. I got out and closed the door behind me. In the dark I couldn’t see who the mystery woman was, she was blonde, had tattoos on her back and was pretty athletic from what I could see. So my taste in women didn’t change when I was drunk. I advanced towards what seemed to be the living room, and was greeted by trophies two that I recognized immediately the UEFA Women's Player of the Year, I knew only one person who won it two times and lives in Barcelona, while I was having a little mental breakdown with the thought of who I just slept with, Nala came to greet me. I scratched her head absentmindedly and stopped when I heard noise coming from the bedroom. Now it was really time to get out. Oh my god, I slept with Alba’s sister, I swore I’d never do it and I did. Oh my god I am a terrible person. Wait, how did I get here? Well it’s four in the morning. The first thing is to find a way out of the residence, then I’ll be walking home, which is great, it’ll give me time to prepare my funeral after I tell Alba I broke our pact.
If you were to ask me if I was avoiding Alexia, I would answer you, no. Which would be the truth. If you were to ask the same thing to Alexia she would probably say that I’m definitely am. And that would technically be also the truth, because the truth I am not avoiding Alexia, I am avoiding Alexia and Alba which makes a huge difference. Well technically one of them isn’t yet aware that I am avoiding her. Alexia has tried for the past two days to get me alone to talk to her and some of our teammates got the memo and tried to make that happen but I am fast and stealthy like an eel and I escape every time. Maybe I should change sports and play dodgeball professionally, I think I would be quite good. Maybe I should also move to a new country now that I reminded myself that I actually really want to survive. Damn it, I really need to talk to Alba. But I mean it’s not like I am dating her sister, I mean we slept together once or twice or more if my memory doesn't fail me.
-Y/N, Y/N.
-Alexia, Alexia! Hi! I am sorry I need to go, bury my hamster. See you later if you need something text me.
Damn it I didn’t realize everyone had left the changing room. Those assholes are ganging up on me. They are waiting for me at the parking lot, I can literally see them. I go hide upstairs in a room where no one ever goes. There is a window giving way outside. FIve minutes after I got there I saw Alexia getting out with a frustrated look on her face. She says something to the group and Mapi and Lucy laugh at her face, the other smiles back with a hint of understanding or some other sympathetic feelings. They wait a bit and a car comes park beside them, Alba gets out to greet everyone, talks a bit with Ale and gets her phone out. A minute later my phone rings, Alba is calling me, I decline her call and send back a generic message. Telling her I am busy and I can’t answer. I see her shaking her head at Alexia and looking in my car direction. Okay that’s it; tonight I am gonna go see Alba. I am not facing Barcelona’s own tribunal.
At ten, I am in front of Alba’s apartment. I knock at the door waiting for the door to open several emotions course through my body, I feel the need to flee, relieved that finally I’ll be able to talk and I am scared I remember Louisa and Sofia’s face and others over the years friendships over siblings or vice versa. Sofia and Louisa still don’t talk to one another, I don’t want to lose Alba, I can’t; I feel like a little kid why did it have to be Alexia. Every other single teammate would have been better. We would have talked about it and then it would’ve been history. When the door opens it’s not Alba I am faced with but Judith.
-Y/N ? What are you doing here ?
I open my mouth but no sounds get out, she looks at me like she can see through me.
-Come on in. You look like you are coming back from hell.
A laugh without any joy escapes from my mouth.
-I feel like it too. Is Alba here ? Judith shakes her head no. “You know you were right. Before our holiday you told me… Well I think you might have been right which is fucked up, I really wish you weren’t right.”
-You mean your feelings for Alexia. Y/N what happened ? I feel like you should be happier, did you tell Alexia, she really likes you too and I can’t imagine her being harsh.
-No. I didn’t tell her I didn’t realize before, I slept with her while I was drunk. And I have been avoiding her and Alba since.
-Oh… Why ?
I look at the wall trying to come up with a worded answer. When I hear keys at the door, Judith turns to the door. The door unlocks and Alba walks in, she stops when she spots me on the couch. She drops her bag on the floor and walks to the couch she put herself in front of me.
-What is wrong with you ? I tried to call you four hours ago, Alexia wanted to go out with us, she told me about an absurd excuse with a hamster you needed to bury. You are afraid of them.
I feel my face pale at the mention of her sister, and I drop my gaze from her to my hands on my thighs, I wiggle my fingers together.
-Y/N ? Talk to me, you hate rodents, what fake excuse is that even Alexia knows you hate them, she told me.
-I am sorry Alb. Those past few days I was so scared. I broke our pact.
Alba sat beside me, grabbed my chin so I would stop looking at my hands and looked at her. Looking around I see that Judith left us alone and Alba’s face is laced with concern.
-When we were 17 we made a pact, you remember ? After the incident between Sofia and Louisa. I promised that
-Oh yeah! Out about it ? Wait. You were scared because you slept with … oh my god You slept with Alexia! When ? I have been waiting for that for so long!
-What ?
-Yeah. Why the heck did you think the both of you are still riding to my mom together.
-To save fuel and for the environment.
She looks at me like I am super dumb and I really do feel like it right now.
-No dumbass, if that was the case Jud and me would ride with you two. Alexia has had a crush on you for a longtime now. She has always followed your career from afar, I discovered a year or so ago. I am sorry I completely forgot about our pact. So wait, you slept with Ale when and what happened.
I explain everything to her, and the more I talk, the more her eyes seem to grow and her eyebrows shoot up. When I finish, passing the more mature details for her sake, I sigh relieved to have gotten that off my chest.
-Y/N, I know how uncomfortable you can be with people, and Ale makes you feel good, you love being around her. When she is around you smile more and even now just talking about her makes you smile. So you are gonna put your big girl’s pants on and go see my sister. Yes right now. She is back at hers.
I get my stuff back, hug goodbye Alba and call Juds. I bring her into a hug.
-Thank you. She smiles back at me.
-It was nothing, I am happy I could help.
I call for the elevator when they close the door behind them. I’m stepping in the elevator, when I hear a door open.
-Oh actually if she isn't at her’s, she might be at yours. She said she would wait at your doorstep till you showed up if need be.
-What ?! The elevator doors close before I can do anything about it. Well to my apartment we go.
When I get to my floor, Alexia is sitting her head on her knees beside my door. When she hears the door of the stairs close behind me she looks up in my direction. She doesn’t move, her face shows no external emotion, the girl has got a great poker face, I am trying to dedramatize the situation in my head. It's already looking bad. Okay brain stop, take a breath, everything is gonna be okay. She doesn’t bite… hum rectification she isn’t a murder, well I think. Oh my god I am spiraling rambling inside my own mind.Stop. I force my legs to move forward. When I get to my door, I take my keys out without a word, I open and finally look at Alexia who hasn’t stopped looking at me. I reach out a hand to help her off the floor.
-Come on in. Sorry for the mess.
-It’s spotless.
I look around, that's right when I am stressing over things. I clean everything, it relaxes me.
-Right. Alexia, I am sorry I
-You don’t feel the same way it’s okay. But I would like to be friends
I cut her off.
-No. 
-No ? Okay, I’ll just
I put myself between my door and her.
-No please can you sit please. I show her the couch. I just leave me a second. I need to show you something.
I leave the room and go to my guest room /office where a lot of my cardboards still are. I grab the pact we made years ago with Alba, I go back to my living room and give the pact to Alexia. I give her a couple of minutes to read it.
-I know it doesn’t excuse the way I treated you the past few days but I didn’t know how to tell Alba. You probably don’t know, I don’t talk about it a lot, my parents and I don’t talk anymore and my siblings and I don’t see each other often either. Actually the only family I have left who cares about me is my grandma but she is old and when she will die the only permanent figures in my life are gonna be siblings who if they had to choose between me and their goldfish they would probably choose the goldfish, even if they don’t have one. And then there will be Alba, if I lose Alba. I don’t know if I will be able to make it, I can’t lose her. She is an anchor in my life, she is in all my plans for life, when I retire, when I grow old and gray and if I get sent to a retirement home one day. So after I left your bedroom that night and I recognized The trophies and Nala in your living room I had a mental breakdown and well you know what happened next. I am sorry I left you alone that night. I am sorry I left you to worry for days about what was going through my mind. And I am sorry I left you thinking I didn’t have feelings for you. I mark a pause to catch my breath.
-Do you ? Have feelings for me ?
-Yes. I mean obviously, you were my first crush and it will always be here you shaped the way I saw women. I think all the person I dated were pale comparison of you well there is some exception obviously but for most of my court terms relationship there hasn’t been a lot of them but there is a few, well most of them were light chestnut and athletic, there hasn’t be a lot those past years.
-Would you go on a date with me ?
-Now ? I ask in disbelief.
-No obviously not now. Maybe tomorrow, oh and is there any other weird pact you made with my sister that I should know about before we begin dating each other ? 
-Huh no ? I mean there is no other pact. We do have other “weird” promises but no pact I swear.
-Good please promise me to never agree on a pact with Alba without checking it with me.
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Clement Novalak (Mathiesen) - So Poetic
Requested: yes by DeliF1 on wattpad
Prompts: 7) "She is my other half as the poets would say"
Warnings: you may turn into a Clem girly
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Another day, another Screaming Meals podcast. Today, the trio had found themselves with a rather special guest; Y/n Y/l/n, the motorsport journalist found herself on the sofa next to her boyfriend. As Marcus scrolled through questions on Instagram, the four joked around as the camera and microphones recorded their interactions; from the pouring of their wine, to the innapropriate jokes being made and it would be edited accordingly.
"Oh, I've got a good question." Marcus said, looking to the couple across from him. "You said before on the podcast, that you're scared of your girlfriend. In what way are you scared of her?" Marcus asks. "Is she into some-"
"I am going to stop you right there!" Clement interjected, making the room erupt into laughter. "I need more wine." Y/n joked, pouring more Pinot into her glass. "No!" Clem said, lunging forward to grab the bottle. "We talked about this." Y/n laughed. "You're making me sound like an alcoholic!" She managed to get out in between the laughs. "I have never felt like such a third wheel." Marcus said. "Is this how you felt when Lissie was on the podcast?" James nodded. "Now it's just me that has to sort out a girlfriend appearance." He joked. "But back to the question, why are you scared of Y/n?" Marcus asked. Clem sighed. "See, I'm not scared of her. I don't think she's capable of hurting me. I think I'm just scared of her determination." Y/n looked at him confused. "What?" She asked.
"I'll give you an example. For the 24 hours of Le Mans, she had to write up a report for the day it finished up. So she stayed up the whole 24 hours and wrote her report as it happened. And spent the few hours after that correcting bits and bobs. Then!" He paused. "Then she went to a bloody pirates class, like who does that?!" Marcus looked at her, jaw hanging in disbelief. "No way." Y/n nodded. "It's my job. I take it seriously. As Clem said, I'm determined in it and I am dedicated." She smiled. "Well I'm happy you took up journalism and not world domination." The four laughed again. "She could take the place over if she wanted, Jesus."
Marcus leaned in, grinning, "Now Clem, this isn't a fan question but more of a me question but what does Y/n mean to you? I know you've struggled eith women before." Y/n shook her head, laughing quietly. "That's so rude." Clem said to Y/n as she laughed to herself. "No, its- just answer the question!" Clem chuckled, glancing at Y/n with a twinkle in his eyes. "I don't usually get so romantic like this but I suppose she's my other half, as the poets say." Y/n placed her hand on her chest and looked over at him adoringly. "Does she feel the same? She seems very fond of that wine there, mate." Clem laughed and put the wine down. "I don't care if she doesn't feel the same. It's unconditional love, isn't it? You have to love them even if there comes a day they don't love you back." Y/n looked over. "There is no way you just quotes Taylor Swift." The room erupted in laughter, but Clem's gaze never wavered from Y/n. "No, seriously. Y/n completes me in ways I never thought anyone could ever. Like it's crazy how I managed to even wake up in the morning before I met her. Its maddening for me to think about."
Y/n blushed, playfully nudging Clem. "I didn't know he could get this sentimental, my goodness. This is the kind of stuff you'd see in movies." Marcus grinned. "That's true love, right there." Y/n nodded. "He got very sappy." James joked. "This man used to be so fun on nights out and now he's all responsible." Y/n covered her face, laughing whilst Clem tried to defend himself. It just all got too funny to be honest. The conversation flowed effortlessly, mixing personal anecdotes with motorsport banter. As jokes and laughter echoed through the podcast, Marcus and James couldn't help but notice the genuine connection between Clem and Y/n. They felt like they were third wheeling.
Towards the end, Marcus raised his eyebrows. "So, any plans for the future, you two?" Clem exchanged a knowing look with Y/n. "Well, maybe a pit stop at the wedding chapel?" James teased, "Will it be a fast wedding, or will you take it slow?" Clem shrugged his shoulders. "Not sure yet. I assume we'll be stopping off at that wedding chapel I Vegas." Y/n joked. "Oh, can we actually?" Clem asked. "No!" Marcus and James laughed as the concluded up the podcast. "Half your soul? You got awfully poetic, love." Y/n remarked. "He always talks about you like this. Don't mind him." James said, picking up the empty wine glasses. "Oh really?" She asked amusingly as Clem turned more and more red. "What? I love my girlfriend? Is that a crime?" Y/  threw her arms around him and placed a kiss onto his cheek. "You're the sweetest person I have ever met."
"Now look that you've done, guys." Clem said annoyed. "Oh shut up. Let me have a cute boyfriend." He chuckled and hugged her back, kissing her cheek too. "You can have a cute boyfriend
I'll help you look for him." Marcus said. "Oh fuck you, mate!" The three others sat laughing at the annoyed Clement whilst he held his girlfriend in his arms.
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Submission
Nun!Wanda x Male Reader
For @lifespectator and @aloneodi
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To say that you and your bride were enjoying the magnificent freedom that a marriage afforded would be an understatement, perhaps the biggest.
You and Wanda worked in the same convent and fell hard for one another. So much that you and her were singing praises when Father Wong informed you that you could still work at the church and be allowed to pursue a relationship together.
Wong's only rule was that you and Wanda not make out or worse in the house of worship.
You thank the Lord that you and Wanda were sent on little errands outside of the convent and into the nearby town. It allowed for many opportunities to steal kisses and make out with one another in the pale moonlight.
You proposed to Wanda and she gladly accepted. Well more like tackled you to the ground in the garden and kissed you with the kind of passion that Adam and Eve probably had for one another on their wedding night.
Wong was more than happy to officiate your ceremony and allowed the two of you to move into a little cottage not far from convent.
You and Wanda would never say it aloud but you were both glad to be living in a place besides your church, because some of the things you and her have been up to lately would be downright sinful.
Many Sundays where you found each other stealing little glances as you went about your job taking care of the children in Sunday school. The way Wanda would tease you with just a wave of her fingers, how you'd find yourself wishing what she would do you with those bewitching fingers.
Of course you found your own little ways to tempt and tease your wife back. Little looks or even the way you'd show how good a parent you could be, it all drove her over the edge. It made her want to drag you back to your cottage and take her already.
And so that brings you to right now. Wanda had been the one doing all the teasing all day. Even her wordplay was getting very tempting as she was making dinner with you.
"Do you want breasts or thighs, detka?" she asks with a little smirk.
"I-um...thighs?" you tried to articulate.
Wanda couldn't help but smile. She knew exactly what buttons to push on you. The same buttons she was pushing after supper too.
You were working on a report for Wong when Wanda glided into your little study room, a little mischievous smirk on her lips.
"I found the best book in the Scriptures for us to read together" she says.
"Which one?"
She sat on your lap, her shorts rising up ever so slightly, exposing that silk like texture of her legs. How soft it felt over you. "Song of Songs. I can't help but think of how that relates to us."
"That's a book of a married couples...wedding night" you could feel the heat rising all over you.
"Oh how her breasts are like two fawns...her neck is like an ivory tower" Wanda reads a quote from it aloud. One of her hands glides over her own neck and then over one of her clothed breast. "Don't you think, detka?"
"Remind me to talk with Wong tomorrow" you manage to say
"Hmm? why?"
"Because I'm going to need confession after what i'm going to do to you" you whisper back as you pick her up, her legs wrap around your waist as you kiss her fiercely and carry her away quickly to your bedroom.
Wanda giggles the whole way there. "Detka" she moans in your ear.
Wanda (L/N) former nun, your loving bride, the future mother of your kids, and the biggest temptation you have in your life.
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Crazy, Stupid, Love
Dean Winchester Masterlist
Summary: When Dean has to work at a café to learn infos on a hunt, he thinks it's the worst. Until he meets her. At first, she's only kind of an annoying coworker. But an unfortunate event brings them closer, and Dean starts feeling things for her. If it's love, he doesn't know. But for the first time, he starts wondering how it would feel to have a normal life. A normal job. And a normal relationship. But first, he needs to get her revenge against that shitty boss.
Note: this happens in the begining of season one
Word Count: 9k
Pairing: Dean x F!Reader
Content Warning: Toxic work place, rude customer, humiliation, bullying, swearing
Squares: Humiliation for @hurtcomfort-bingo,/ Revenge for @jacklesversebingo
A/n: I'm gonna be honest, at first, I didn't want to post this fic. When I saw the attention the last few fics I took so much time to write got, it made me sad... But then I remembered how much fun I had with this one, so decided to post it in case someone else has the same fun reading it. ALSO! This was for @eevvvaa writing challenge! I picked the movie Crazy Stupid Love but actually used the quotes! They will be in bold in the text. Happy reading!
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Usually, this situation would have upset him. After all, he was stuck here 8 hours per day, 5 days per week and always finished too late to go to the nearest bar afterwards. It also wasn’t the best first real job to have, as it was lame, boring, and always the same thing. But working at a café also had its advantages.
Like the beautiful barista that he had the chance to see on his first day. She was leaving, as she was only working mornings, and he was working evenings, but Dean couldn’t detach his eyes from her. Beautiful body, hair immaculate even after 8 hours of wearing a net, skin tanned to perfection.
“Oh great, another one.”
That wasn’t the girl he was talking about. No, the girl that just spoke was Y/n. At first glance, she looked like the manager. With the most seniority in here, she knew how things were done and how to do them quickly. But she was no boss. To make her agree to be his trainer and show him the basics, the real boss had to insist a lot. He didn’t know all the details, though, but she ended up accepting.
It was for a hunt. Otherwise, Dean would never be here. Sam said there was something weird in the neighborhood, and that the best way to discover what was going on was to talk with the community. And the best place to have conversations with people that didn’t want to talk with the police was of course at the local café. All the rumors and crispy details of the town were floating in there. The reason why it wasn’t Sam doing the whole barista thing was as simple as upsetting.
“Dean, you have all the charm. People- ladies- will open up to you like blooming flowers in the spring.”
Ugh.
Back to the present, Dean ignored Y/n’s comment and tilted his head to the side, still eyeing the morning employee that was leaving. “What do I have to do to get on the morning shift?” 
A groan of annoyance resonated behind him. His smile fell. He was stuck with her for a while, as they were both working evening shifts.
Alone together.
-
There were 60 seconds in one minute. And 60 minutes in one hour. A shift lasted 8 hours here. That was way too many seconds to spend doing nothing but wait to leave.
All that was in his head was the hot chick he kept seeing since he started working here. After only bumping into her these past 2 weeks, Dean finally decided to ask her on a date. And since he was Dean Winchester, no one could tell him no. And the same day, after his shift, he would meet her in front of the pizza place that was two blocks away.
And he couldn’t stop looking at the clock, head in his hand, hoping that staring at it would make the time go faster.
“I asked for a hot caramel latte with almond milk and no foam, what the hell is this?!”
It was near the end. In 15 minutes, the shop would be closed and then it was cleaning time. Weeping the floor, throwing away the remaining food that was not sold, washing the dishes, etc. That was always his favorite part, because even if Y/n was a pain in the ass as his supervisor, she was chill and allowed him to choose the radio station while they cleaned and he could leave once his part was done.
At first, the voice didn’t alert him, and Dean kept on making himself busy with cleaning tables that didn’t need it. But then, something broke, the sound heavy of meaning, and he was on alert. Every fiber of his body was on and he turned to the source of the sound.
Right at the counter, there was a man with his back to him. Without seeing his face, Dean knew he was angry. Pissed, even. At his feet, a broken cup, porcelain in pieces covered the floor soaked in coffee. Two steps allowed Dean to know what the man was looking at, and when he saw her…
He immediately rushed without thinking.
“I’m gonna ask you to leave, sir,” Dean put his hand on the customer’s shoulder, which made him jump. The man turned to him and aggressively stepped back. 
“Don’t touch me,” the man hissed. “You’re working here, huh?” He looked up and down at Dean, noticing the apron of the café he was wearing. “Must be the manager here. Well, your employee here is worthless, you should be careful who you hire, for fuck sake!”
At that, Dean couldn’t help but wince. That was unnecessary rude to say. He glanced at Y/n again and felt his heartbeat with pain. Her head was down, probably to hide tears. That was probably not the first time she had to serve asshole customers, but it was the first time Dean noticed it. Working in customer service was not easy at all, you had to be strong to endure all of that everyday.
He only knew Y/n for about two weeks, but he already knew a lot about her. She was calm. Kind. She cared about doing her job right. Yeah, she was a bit bossy and used every opportunity to send subtle little insults towards Dean just enough to annoy him, like how he couldn’t even do a coffee, in this economy? But it was never mean and he liked that side of her that didn’t let people step on her toes. But right now, in front of that man? She was small. She wanted to hide. It wasn’t the Y/n he knew.
“I’m not the boss,” Dean answered finally, placing his gaze back on the man. “But we’re closed, so I’m gonna ask you to leave.”
The rude customer was the last one in the café, so it wasn’t like he was breaking any rules. And he was Dean Winchester. He made the rules.
Red seemed to eat at the man’s face so much he was angry. “Not before I get what I fucking paid for!” He started yelling. Dean didn’t mind being screamed at, he was used to it with his dad, how sad it sounded. But when the man turned to Y/n to yell at her, Dean couldn’t hold himself back. “You useless cunt!”
“I said, out!” Dean grabbed the customer by the neck and quickly sent him backwards. His legs met the table right behind him, but it wasn’t enough to make him understand. The man lunged forward in an attempt to hit Dean, but he didn’t know.
Dean was waiting for it.
The fist missed, and the man stumbled into the void and collapsed on the floor like a clown. 
“This isn’t over,” the man growled and got up. Sure he would strike again, Dean was ready to fight. But this time, the fist didn’t miss. The pain came later, a few seconds after the hunter realized he got hit in the face. Fortunately for his ego, Dean managed to stay on his feet and not fall pathetically on the floor. 
He reached for the wound.
It was right near his left eye, it would bruise for sure.
With deadly flames in his green eyes, he looked at his target.
“Oh, you’re dead.” 
The rest happened quickly.
Dean decided he wouldn’t hold back anymore. As his head throbbed with ache and anger, he was about to hit with everything he got. But at the last moment, something interrupted him. A body, warm, soft, encircling his own, stopped him from moving.
“Please stop…”
Her voice woke him up completely. Shaking, she put herself between the two men to stop the fight even if she was scared.
The man took the opportunity to run away, the bell chiming behind him as the door closed violently.
A long silence followed the departure of the aggressive customer. A couple of seconds passed, then minutes, before she realized there was no silence actually. Things were happening around her, words were spoken, and the only person besides her was running around locking doors and closing blinds, cursing every word he could think of at the moment.
Her hearing was nothing but a shrill sound, almost painful, like she was deaf. It took another minute and him calling her name for her to come back to the present.
"You okay? He didn't hurt you?" Dean was kneeling in front of her. She finally noticed she was sitting down on a chair. Shaking her head, she tapped her hands in her face to finish waking herself up from her slumber.
"You're hurt and you ask me if I'm okay?" She stood up as she spoke, Dean doing the same. Then she seemed to disappear in the backstore to come back with a bag of frozen vegetables they used for the soup. "Sit down," she instructed. 
Dean would have been impressed by her capacity to focus after such an event, especially with how she was a couple of seconds ago, but he knew better. She wouldn't meet his gaze, her head was down, and when he glanced at her hands, it was to see them shake.
"Y/n-" 
"Oh, come on, sit down, your masculinity won't suffer too much, I just want to check," she rolled her eyes and almost pushed him to the chair. Dean let himself be moved around with a smirk. That was the Y/n he knew. "There, it's not that bad, huh?" 
"It's no big deal," he tried to convince her, after all, as a hunter, he got hurt more than once before and healed perfectly fine. But when he saw her, he understood. And he let himself be checked by her only for her. To reassure her it was nothing, it was fine, it would bruise into a black eye and nothing else.
"Okay, it's not that bad," she sighed in relief as she said that.
"Told you," Dean snickered with a smile. "Ouch!"
The frozen bag was now on his bruise and Y/n was turning her back to him. His first instinct was to ask her if she was okay, check on her, after all, she seemed pretty shaken up, but he knew she needed time, that was all.
"We should call the police," Dean ended up saying. Usually, he would never propose that, but the customer was human. A monster in some sort, but completely human, so the police could take care of it.
"No!" She turned harshly towards Dean, surprising him.
"Why not?" 
Pacing back and forth, Y/n seemed to get lost in her thoughts. "It's not necessary, I doubt the customer will come back, and it would put the cafe in a bad spot, we would lose customers and…"
Again, Dean knew. Y/n was a good employee, she loved doing her job right, but she hated the place, hated the menu and the disgusting coffee served here, and hated the management. But they were the ones giving her her salary at the end of the month, so she couldn't disappoint them.
"I can deal with the boss," Dean said, standing up, the bag still on his eye.
In front of him, Y/n sadly shook her head. "It won't be necessary." She pointed at one corner of the cafe. Then another. "There's cameras around, and he loves to watch. Loves to tell us everything we do wrong. He probably already knows it happened. We'll see tomorrow, I guess," she sighed. Then, like a thought crossed through her head, she lifted her head completely and crossed gaze with Dean. "Your date! You're gonna be late!"
Dean wanted to laugh. So badly. Of course, he talked to her about it. Kristina, their coworker from the morning shift and Dean's date, was waiting for him. But after what happened, it completely got out of his head. Smiling, he shook his head and placed the bag of defrosting vegetables on the table beside him.
"I'll call her, say something came up. She'll understand."
Y/n cringed, biting her lips and frowning. "I don't think she cares enough to understand. But you're cute and sexy so maybe she'll forgive your ass."
Immediately after saying those words, Y/n became a puddle of embarrassment. Her body flushed with the realization of what she just admitted.
"Really?" Dean would not let that go. "You think I'm the perfect combination of sexy and cute ?"
"Shut up," she murmured between her teeth, grabbing the nearest thing, the cloth he was using to clean the tables, to throw it at him. "Get out of here your shift is over."
"Yeah," Dean surprised himself by what he said next. "But I won't let you walk back home alone. Consider me your cute and sexy bodyguard," he laughed at her reaction, but it was nothing compared to the sound leaving his mouth when he received another cloth on the head. "Hey, this one was wet"
"Oops!" 
-
The next day started pretty badly. After a complicated night with barely any sleep and lots of nightmares, Y/n got up early to get ready. Even if her shift started at 3pm, she knew the phone would ring and the ruthless voice of her boss would order her to come in to talk.
About what happened.
It was not even noon when it happened. She was at her third coffee, so she had energy even if she felt dead inside. Since she was already dressed, all she had to do was grab her stuff and head to the cafe. Like usual, she had to walk since she didn't have enough savings to buy a car.
The weather was quite nice, compared to how gloomy she was feeling. It was warm and sunny outside. Y/n barely made a step out, locking her door, that a loud engine startled her. The sun was reflecting strongly on the hood, blinding her as she walked with caution towards it, and for a moment she thought maybe it was the customer that found her and came to finish what he started. Fortunately she recognized the car quickly, as it was the same car that drove her home last night.
A 67 chevy impala.
It was even more beautiful than when she saw it yesterday.
The drive to the cafe was quiet, apart from the chichats. How are you? Do you feel better? So, did he call you too? Usually, Y/n would have commented on something random just to annoy Dean, but when he turned his head towards her at a red light to ask her a question, she saw the bruise around his eyes, reminding her of the night before and how everything was her fault. If only she hadn't messed up the order…
Once parked in front of the cafe, Dean stopped the engine to turn to Y/n. "Hey," he said in a calm and steady voice. "Whatever happens there, it was neither our fault."
"I appreciate it, Dean, but it was. I was in charge, even though I told the boss more than once that I didn't want to be, so what happens on my shift is my fault." Without leaving him time to answer, she opened the door and left the car to enter the cafe.
The moment she stepped inside, a loud silence echoed around her. Every employee stopped chatting to stare at her, the customers mimicking their actions, wondering what was so much more interesting than getting their order right and fast. 
Y/n hated that. The attention. The eyes on her. The silence. Her body started shaking, both with anger and humiliation, the tears almost painful to hold back. But then, as she was about to step towards the boss' office, a warmth settled on her shoulder, stopping the tremors at once. And a voice she was starting to grow fond of whispered near her ear.
"Ignore them. They don't matter right now."
With Dean, she felt safe. Strong. Like she could do everything and never feel afraid anymore. That was until they were sitting in the office in front of the boss.
“Y/n, I am wildly disappointed with you. What you did was beyond unprofessional, and I can’t believe I have to do this. You’re suspended.”
It was nothing less than what she expected from her boss. Since working there, she had done everything to stay in his good graces, sometimes doing other people's jobs to compensate. Everything to keep the restaurant clean and to continue serving fresh food every day. It wasn't Kristina who would write down expiration dates on perishable products, or place the new arrival of breads behind the ones already there to prevent the oldest ones from remaining at the bottom of the shelf, covered in mold. If this place passed the health inspection every year, it was thanks to Y/n’s efforts, efforts that no one had ever noticed or considered.
It was probably better that way.
Head bowed, Y/n took a harsh breath and opened her mouth to apologize and admit her boss was right. However, the words could not come out of her mouth fast enough, because someone else was already speaking.
“This is bullshit,” Dean exclaimed. A quick glance in his direction, and Y/n could see his hands forming fists on his thighs. “Y/n did everything perfectly, it’s not her fault if customers don’t respect anything, not even themselves!”
“Dean, I think you're new here,” the boss replied with a calmness that didn't mean anything good. Y/n tried to draw Dean's attention to her to signal him to shut up, that it was nothing, that she could survive a week suspended, but the young man paid her no mind. And one look at his face showed her the same anger she had seen in him the previous evening, when he had decided to defend himself against the customer. “I watched the surveillance cameras carefully. Your reactions with this client, although undoubtedly intended to be heroic, were completely unacceptable. The next time you make a mistake, you will suffer the same fate as Y/n. For now, take your day, see you on Monday, Dean.”
"That's all?!" This time, Dean stood up as he spoke. “Y/n gets suspended, and I only get a warning and a day off? What the f-”
“Thank you,” Y/n quickly cut him off, grabbing his arm firmly to silence him. Strangely, like the day before, her intervention seemed to calm Dean down very quickly. “See you next week.”
As she was about to leave, her hand still holding Dean's wrist to drag him out of the office, a voice called out to her.
"Two weeks. See you in two weeks.”
It took a lot of control for her to say nothing. The inside of her cheek hurt from how hard she bit it, dragging Dean out of the office and then out of the restaurant. It was only once outside, far from prying ears and vulture eyes, that she was finally able to breathe.
“FUCKING BULLSHIT! FUCK YOU!” Suddenly came out of her mouth. If Dean still had any anger at that moment, it suddenly vanished when he heard so many curses coming out with so much anger from the usually calm Y/n. “Oh. It feels better."
Having never seen her like this, it took several seconds for Dean to compose himself. Large green eyes were fixed on her, wide, shocked, even, until a good hit on the arm woke him up completely. "Ouch!" He rubbed his arm as if it hurt even though her fist had barely tickled him.
“What the fuck was that, seriously?! Talk to the boss like that? You’re born stupid or you’re just too dumb to think, fuck, Dean!”
Still as surprised and shocked, Dean didn't respond immediately. Y/n was angry. More, even. Beyond pissed. Which was completely normal under the circumstances, except Y/n wasn't normally angry. She could get upset, complain about the system, the management, the customers, or how she was the only one doing all the little things that made the café special and comfortable, but she was never angry.
“I couldn’t let him talk to you that way, I just couldn’t,” Dean explained calmly. It was quite rare for him to be the calm one in a heated argument. But in this case, he knew he had to keep his own rage to himself, she didn't need more anger. She needed to speak, to expel this emotion out of her like a demon that needed to be exorcized.
“Well, that was fucking stupid,” she pointed at him, her gaze meeting his. This surprised him again. Y/n was shy, although she was a good leader, and he noticed she had trouble looking people in the eye for several seconds. She always ended up looking away, and he knew it wasn't because she was dishonest, but rather that she was afraid of the judgment in the eyes of others. So that she was yelling at him while staring right at him… That surprised Dean again and made him speechless.
For a few seconds, he forgot that he was being told off by a girl for defending her, and lost himself in the contemplation of her magnificent orbs. Since he had known her, he had never really seen them, or bothered to look at them.
And her eyes were beautiful, even filled with anger.
Probably noticing the eye contact was getting considerably long, Y/n finally broke the almost trance-like effect to gaze elsewhere.
“Have you had it long?”
She was still not looking at him. "What?"
“The uncontrollable need to save the damsel in distress.” The corner of her lips lifted up in a smirk.
“I-” He couldn’t tell her that this was actually his life. Saving the woman and the orphan, killing the monsters, it was so ingrained in his life that it was part of him.
“Come on,” she muttered, still not meeting his gaze, gesturing to him to follow her.
"Come on… Where?" It was the longest conversation he'd had with her, and it was only because she was angry, he remembered. He was here for a hunt, he had to learn more about the people of the town. Concentration and focus were required, but yet... This side of Y/n, her confidence, how she wasn't afraid to yell at him like that, when she was normally so gentle...
He liked that side of her. Not that he disliked the rest, it was just-
“I think you have tonight off, and I, well, the next two weeks.” Starting to walk towards the impala, she then stopped and turned her head just enough to look over her shoulder at him. “I’m going to help you rediscover your manhood. Do you have any idea where you could have lost it?”
A big smile stretched Dean's lips. This was the Y/n he knew. “Probably over there,” he pointed to the horizon. “Near the pizzeria. You hungry?”
-
The pizza was the most delicious thing that had passed Y/n's lips in a long time. Very greasy and dripping with cheese, the junk food was simply good after such a catastrophic day. And sharing this moment with his colleague, accomplice, even, and perhaps friend- if he wanted to- was the icing on the cake.
Her heart always beat a beat and a half faster when he was near her. And although she tried not to like him, not to get attached to what was clearly a bad boy who preferred girls like Kristina, who just hung out with her because he had free time… She simply couldn't deny it anymore. What her heart desired was starting to win over what reason screamed at her.
Don't fall in love.
And yet, as that evening at the pizzeria after her suspension turned into an almost daily routine, her heart prevailed. The crush she immediately had for the young man with emerald eyes and cheeks covered in a milky way of little freckles was slowly transforming into something deeper.
A week had passed since her suspension, it was Saturday again, and as usual, Y/n and Dean found themselves at the pizzeria. The owner himself now came to take their order, even though he already knew what the two wanted since they always ordered the same thing. Everything was going exactly as usual, Dean recounting his day at work, how slowly everything was going downhill without her.
“I worked with a new guy, and son of a bitch, I’ve never seen someone take their time so much. It’s like he did it on purpose,” Dean sipped his drink. Y/n’s gaze followed the movement of the Adam’s apple rising and falling as he swallowed. She was barely concentrating on what he was saying. “We had two complaints that the sandwich bread had mold, but the person in the kitchen didn't get in trouble for it. It’s like the boss knows that no matter the wait time, the quality of the food, or the attitude of the employees, the cafe will always make money since it’s the only one in town,” Dean let out a little laugh which only spread the butterflies in Y/n’s stomach. “Let me tell you that over the past week, some regulars have stopped coming. Oh, and many have asked where you’ve been.”
“It’s not surprising,” she finally answered after a few seconds of silence where only the chewing of Dean devouring his pizza could be heard. On the table, near the windows, the dessert was already there, two slices of pie that the owner had reserved for them knowing they were coming. Her gaze fell on the dessert as she spoke although she really wanted to look him in the eyes. Admiring the perfect color of his orbs, admiring how everything was perfect about him. It was so difficult. “What’s surprising is that the health inspection hasn’t closed this place yet.”
These words hung in the air for a moment, accompanied by silence. Finally glancing over at Dean, she found that he had stopped eating mid-bite, staring blankly at her. It was almost as if Y/n could see the gears moving in his mind.
“Yet.” That was all he said next, taking the time to finish his bite before continuing. "I have an idea."
“I could figure that much,” she laughed as she took her drink, anything to occupy her hands and look normal in his presence. Luckily he couldn't hear her heart thumping against her ribcage.
“We're going to avenge you,” he pointed ahead, at her, and that was enough for her eyes to move from his finger to his eyes. She managed to hold his gaze for several long seconds which seemed to her like hours of torture. "You'll see."
"See what? Oh, how cute,” a voice broke the bubble Y/n and Dean were in. She hadn't heard that voice in a week, and it had been the best thing her suspension had given her, except for all the time she'd spent with Dean since.
“Kristina,” Y/n muttered under her breath, her eyes immediately going to her pizza. A weight seemed to settle on her chest, pressing down hard with its gigantic pressure.
“Hey,” Dean greeted her, and the pressure thumped harder against her heart. “How you doing, Kristina?”
His tone was kind. Friendly. Sweet. Just like he was with Y/n. But with a bonus, he was flirty.
Obviously.
She was not special.
“Oh, I'm doing well, much better,” she laughed. “Especially since Y/n isn’t at the café anymore. No one is ordering us around anymore, right, Dean?”
Out of the corner of her eye, Y/n could see movement. Raising her head just enough to have her in her sight without looking directly at her, she could see her hand on Dean's shoulder. Besides, she wasn't alone. Two other girls from the cafe were standing with her. Without looking at them, Y/n knew. She felt their gaze on her, burning, like vultures around prey.
“I actually liked working with Y/n,” Dean replied as calmly as ever. His words created a spark of hope in Y/n who this time looked directly at Dean. “It’s not as fun without her,” he continued.
“Oh,” Kristina laughed, and her two henchmen followed suit. “I know you want to stay in her good graces by saying all this,” she leaned towards him to whisper in his ear, but made no effort to lower her voice. “But you don’t need to. I think she's going to get fired. The customer came back to file a complaint against her.”
"What?" Dean leaned back slightly to get a better look at Kristina. Now he had his face so close to hers that only one movement was necessary to kiss her. And he had a perfect view into her cleavage. “But…” He turned his head towards the girl sitting in front of him, obviously not understanding why she was being fired and not him.
“You don’t have to lick her boots anymore,” Kristina put a hand on her hip. “I know she’s in love with you, but at this point, it’s pity, right? Spending time with her… Poor little thing. No friends. No boyfriend. Only feelings for those who don’t love her. Just like last time, always falling for the new guy.”
Her face was burning. Y/n was seething, with anger, with sadness, with humiliation. And the worst, the worst was Dean's expression. His gaze, which he constantly fixed on her, seeking to meet her gaze, wanting so much for her to grant him one look, was now stuck in emptiness. And a look of pure confusion made him frown.
Dean refused to look at her anymore.
It was too much.
“Ew, friends to friends,” Kristina added, as if the stabs she had already thrown didn’t hurt enough already. “Ew.”
Standing abruptly, Y/n slammed her hands on the table. Head bowed, her hair cascaded in front of her face, trying as best as they could to hide the tears that welled up in her eyes and inevitably rolled down her cheeks. A ton of insults raced through her mind, but they all got stuck in her throat with this lump growing and growing, until finally, the tears flowed.
One.
Two.
One fell silently onto the table. The other, on her plate, right next to the barely eaten slice of pizza.
Before the third tear fell, Y/n was already out of the restaurant and walking as quickly as she could towards her house. The tears continued to flow without her being able to stop them, but she remained silent. If she could control one thing tonight, it would be her voice. No sound would come out of her mouth until she was alone, at home, in her bed. Only there, she would let herself scream all this pain into her pillow.
No one tried to catch her.
-
“Good news,” Sam announced before his brother had even closed the door. “Get this. There was no monster from the beginning. It was actually kids who created the whole thing to attract attention. You don’t have to play barista anymore.”
"Oh." 
Looking up from his laptop, Sam fixed his gaze on Dean. The door closed slowly and he took off his coat just as slowly and placed it on his bed. The motel was shabby, like all the others, and usually, Dean would never place his precious leather coat on those blankets which he called "the most disgusting object the universe has known." He'd cleaned the covers several times to be sure, but the comforter had kept this unnatural color, so he still didn't trust it.
“Dean.”
“I'm going to take a shower,” his brother grumbled as he headed towards the bathroom, completely ignoring what Sam had just said.
“Okay, but-” the door slammed. “Okay.”
Sam waited for Dean to finish his shower for almost an hour. The only reason Dean Winchester would take such a long shower would be the fantastic water pressure, but having used this bathroom for over 3 weeks, Sam knew that really wasn't the case.
Finally, Dean came out.
“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” Sam closed his laptop to put his full attention on his brother. The latter sat at the end of his bed, dressed with fresh clothes, his towel on his shoulder to catch the droplets falling from his hair.
“Have you ever dreamed of a normal life?” Dean answered his question with another question. At this, Sam rolled his eyes.
“I had a normal life before, remember? Before you picked me up to find Dad?”
Dean made a sound that was a mix of a sigh of guilt and a grunt of frustration, probably directed at himself. "I know but…"
“I can't believe it,” Sam stood up at the revelation. “You like working there.”
“Nah,” Dean slapped the air like he was chasing away the stupid idea. “Actually, yeah, but not anymore. Working in customer service is horrible.”
“I feel like there's a but,” Sam went to sit next to his brother on the bed.
“But,” Dean took a deep breath. "There is a girl."
Sam sighed. Obviously it was about a girl. “Have you slept with her yet? Because if you want to stay here for a one night stand, I swear-”
“She’s in love with me.”
Sam turned his whole body towards his brother, his eyes wide. "Oh."
"Oh."
“Do you like her back?”
At this question, Dean's face disappeared under his large hands. “I don’t know,” his voice sounded muffled by his palms.
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
"I don't know!" Dean exclaimed, removing his hands at the same time. It was his turn to avoid looking at someone, staring at the void instead. “I don’t know what it is to love. How to love. If it’s love. It was never explained to me, you know, it wasn’t dad who would tell me how to know if I love someone.”
A silence followed his words, but not for long.
“With Jess…” Sam began slowly, as if the words he was about to say were poisonous snakes that could bite him at any moment. “It was simple. I felt good with her. She felt good with me. And together, we were good.”
“Okay,” Dean listened intently, as if the answers he was looking for were on his brother's lips.
“Do you like spending time with her?” He then asked.
Dean didn't even think for a second. "Oh yeah."
“When you're not with her, what do you do? You think about her, right?”
This time, Dean took a moment before answering. “Well, I worked at the cafe, so obviously I was thinking about her, since she wasn’t there but she used to. And then, when I finished work, I would go see her and we would order food or go to the pizzeria.”
“Okay, and then?”
"And then what?" Dean finally looked his brother in the eye. He still had questions, still doubts, confusion, but that was completely normal. A soft, understanding smile stretched Sam's lips.
“What are you thinking about right now?”
“Oh, how I want to punch that shitty boss in the face,” Dean clenched his fist to mimic his words. “I never hit women, but that girl, Kristina, humiliated Y/n terribly earlier. And I reacted too late, she was gone and-”
He stopped speaking suddenly, as if enlightenment had finally reached his mind.
"And?"
“I have to join Y/n, apologize, I-”
“Dean.”
Stopping just as he was getting up and putting his coat back on, the green eyed man turned to his brother.
“If you're in love, I can't tell you, Dean. But I can confirm that you like her. But for tonight, let her breathe, these feelings are new for the both of you.”
At these words, Dean collapsed on the bed. “Oh, you’re probably right. I don't want to rush her, you know, she's so shy, but at the same time, so... Fierce. She's the perfect balance of sweet and spicy. And I let her down.”
To that, Sam didn't know what to answer. He knew that feeling, the one of having abandoned the person you love. That's how he felt ever since he lost Jess.
“I'm sure you'll figure out how to make amends,” Sam placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
“Actually… I think I already know,” Dean turned his head towards him, green eyes meeting amber ones. Green eyes sparkling with a new resolution, probably very wicked. “And you, my dear brother, will be able to help me.”
-
Turned out, losing another employee during the busiest time of the year was a sufficient reason to terminate a suspension preemptively. And although, clearly, this did not seem to make certain employees happy and even less the boss who hated coming back on his decisions, Y/n was able to return to work after barely a week of forced leave. And also, strangely, the customer’s complaint seemed to have vanished from existence. Or maybe it was another lie that Kristina came up with to hurt Y/n.
And what a surprise when she arrived and saw the place.
It was depressing. Everything was messy and upside down, unopened boxes that needed to be refrigerated were lying around everywhere, and other products that needed to stay at room temperature, like syrups, ended up in the freezer. No rotation had been made, and it was with sadness that she had to note all the food they lost and throw everything away. It took her a long time, long enough for someone she despised to come and tell her how to do her job.
"What are you doing? Customers are waiting! Have you forgotten how to work?”
After making this more than derogatory comment, Kristina returned to her favorite position, the one that required the least effort.
Her heart was heavy. Filled and at the same time, empty. Since the last time with Dean at the pizzeria, she hadn't received any news. No call. No text. No, her heart wasn't big with heaviness, it was broken. Split. And now that she had returned to the café, she learned he no longer worked there.
Good for him, she thought as she put away one last box before heading towards the front of the café to deal with the customers. At least he was out of this hell. It was maybe better that way.
“Sorry for the wait, what can I get you?” The usual words were so ingrained in her that they came out of her mouth as soon as she was behind the cash register, without even looking at the customer.
“I would like you to give me the chance to talk to you,” a familiar voice said in front of her. That voice, low, hoarse, and so perfect. She had started to get used to hearing it almost every day. But this time, it forged yet another crack on her heart.
“Dean,” even saying his name was painful. The pain of a lost friendship and crushed hope. The pain of a humiliated moment, a bad memory where he had sat there in silence while she was being crushed as an inactive witness.
“Y/n. There’s no word to express how sorry I am for-”
An apology, of course, wasn't exactly what she wanted, but it was more than she had expected. He was there, in the flesh, in front of her. So, for once and although it was difficult because looking at him would hurt her even more, Y/n raised her head and stared into his sad gaze. Ready and open to hear what he had to say.
There was a sadness almost identical to her own in his beautiful green eyes. Guilt, regrets, he seemed sincere-
“Dean! I thought you had left the ship,” Kristina suddenly entered Y/n’s bubble, who didn’t waste a moment to move to the side. It wasn't unknown that Y/n didn't like being touched or having someone in her bubble, and Kristina knew it, so she did it on purpose. All the time.
“Excuse me, but I was talking with Y/n,” Dean replied in a neutral voice, almost annoyed, even.
“Oh, sure, you want to feel better about last time, but you don't have to,” Kristina continued, crossing her arms over her large chest.
Dean rolled his eyes and shifted his attention to Y/n. “I’m serious, Y/n. Come with me, I need to talk to you. And they don’t deserve you.”
Y/n's mouth opened, then closed, tears welling up in her eyes at an uncontrollable speed.
“Seriously, Dean, don’t you see how pathe-”
“Kristina, shut the fuck up. You’re bothering us.”
This really didn't please the girl who made an offended sound, threw an unimportant insult, and left without another word.
Once finally alone again, Dean was ready. Ready to tell the beautiful barista in front of him everything that was on his heart, even if he didn't really know exactly what it was himself. He had some in the past, girlfriends, one night stands, crushes on the most beautiful and popular girls in school, but that wasn't the same thing. He felt an attachment to Y/n, a different feeling that he couldn't describe. If it was love, he didn't know. But he knew he didn't want to lose her.
“It's a little too late to come to my defense,” her voice said instead of his. Taken by surprise, Dean's mouth opened then closed, like a fish looking flabbergasted. “Although I really enjoyed seeing someone tell her to fuck off for once,” the shadow of a smile drew on her face for a second, but quickly faded away. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have a lot of work-”
“Wait,” Dean found his voice just in time.
“I don’t have time, Dean,” Y/n turned her back on him, giving him one last eye contact above her shoulder. Her eyes were filled with sadness and seeing her like that physically hurt him.
“On the contrary,” Dean insisted, a smile tugging at his lips as he knew the plan was going like clockwork. “You will soon have plenty of time.”
Seeing the obvious confusion spread across her face, Dean jerked his head towards the boss's office. This caught the attention of not only Y/n but also the other employees, because at the same time, voices were heard coming from that direction. Loud voices, displeased, and then the door opened.
“I am very disappointed with the state of this place. It's deplorable. I’m afraid I won't change my mind, the café is going to close.”
“Wait,” the boss looked tiny behind the person who had just spoken. Like the weight of reality was finally falling on his shoulders. Stomping him to the ground like a pest, just how he had always treated his employees. "You can’t, you don’t have the right!"
“I have all the rights, I am a health inspector, and this place is completely unsanitary.”
Witnessing the whole scene in the front row, like she was in the cinema, Y/n was jubilant. Finally. Finally this place was recognized as being good for trash. Finally, the boss got what he deserved. Finally, things seemed to come full circle and it was all over.
The health inspector subsequently introduced himself to the employees. He looked very young for this job, early twenties, probably, long hair parted in the middle of his forehead and hazel eyes, but regardless, he had done his job properly so Y/n didn’t care about the details.
“This place is going to close. But don't worry, you are entitled to unemployment compensation. Time to find something better for you,” the inspector finished his speech with a wink. If Y/n wasn't so excited by the idea of ​​being rid of this miserable job, she would have been sure that the wink was aimed at her personally.
A laugh brought her attention back to Dean who was still in front of her. As the health inspector informed the customers present of the situation and put a note in the door to say the café was permanently closed, Dean was giggling.
“You did this,” Y/n finally understood.
“Told you we would get you revenge. Now, can you please come with me and listen to me? I need to talk to you.”
“After what you did for me, lunch is on me,” Y/n laughed as well, took off her apron which she threw behind her, and left the café without a glance behind her.
-
“Listen. So uhm, how can I say this, so uhm… God, I’m so bad at chick flicks and emotional stuff.”
The two had been sitting at the pizzeria for about an hour and a half pizzas. The same place as usual, with the same order, but this time everything was different. It was not simply out of friendship that they came to share a meal, there was more. Hidden feelings, others clearly visible but which had not yet been addressed, and frustration mixed with regrets.
Dean had been trying for two slices of pizza now to say something, but would immediately turn red the moment he tried to open up emotionally. And Y/n couldn't even blame him, seeing the efforts he made for her, what he did at the cafe, for her, and now he was trying so hard to explain and make it up to her… He could say absolutely nothing and she would be satisfied.
“Take your time,” Y/n mentioned between mouthfuls, leaving all her attention on the young man in front of her who still made her heart beat so quickly. Of course, he had made mistakes, and to forgive him just because he had the best revenge for her was pretty stupid, but oh well. Love makes you stupid, right? “It’s not like someone is waiting for me.”
“It’s just,” Dean sighed and ran his hands over his face. Y/n's gaze stayed on the ring on his finger, a ring she had already noticed before. “Not easy to say this. I mean, not to you, but like, talking about my stuff like this. But there’s one thing I know I have to say, and here it is,” he finally seemed to find his bearings, beautiful green eyes anchoring into hers, his red cheeks creating a nice color contrast. "I'm sorry. Sorry for not saying anything when Kristina was there being a bitch. I guess I was taken up by surprise with what she said, but that’s no excuse.”
“Dean, it’s fine,” Y/n shook her head and closed her eyes briefly. When she opened them again, she knew exactly what she wanted to say to him. She took a big breath, words and sentences forming quickly in her mind. And it all came out of her mouth as quickly. “I am not ashamed to like you. Not at all. Because you are nice. Pretty. Hella sexy. And I feel comfortable whenever I’m with you. And I like spending time with you, and always wanna spend more. I won’t be ashamed to think all those things about you, because they are true, and they only make you a better person.” Pausing her words, Y/n forced herself to keep her gaze on Dean's again. She noticed that since those words had come out of her mouth, it was easier to hold his gaze. “You don’t have to have the same feelings, I understand. You don’t have to reciprocate or answer my confession, I can already see how bad it is for you to express feelings,” she laughed briefly at his scowling expression. “What I’m trying to say is… Yes. I like you a lot. And if you only like me as a friend, well, I’ll take that. It might hurt, but it would hurt more to not have you around anymore.”
Phew. It was hard to say, but once everything was out, Y/n felt better, lighter even. A heavy weight was finally leaving her heart, but there was still a little left. That was pressing. And tightening with the question… What will his answer be?
Dean took a brief moment to think before answering. Everything had gone silent, neither of them were eating, and both were probably holding their breaths.
“I've only known you for a short time,” Dean finally broke the silence, and the breath left Y/n's lungs which burned as it passed. She could feel the “but” coming. “But…” And there you go. “I really appreciate your company. A lot. I don’t know if it’s the same thing you feel, or if it’s love, but for the first time in a long, long time, I don’t want to leave this town. And I want to continue spending time with you.” Hope was reborn in Y/n, a wave of indescribable emotions suddenly invading her. “I'm going to have to leave, eventually, for work, but... I really want to take a break and try. I don’t know if I can do it, have a normal life, be with you, and just quit my job, so… I can’t promise you anything. I will probably leave eventually, I have so much stuff to do and…”
“You know,” Y/n continued when she saw him struggling with his words, hope now so strong in her body that she was almost vibrating. It wasn't a confession of love, but it was even better. This attachment Dean felt for her was worth even more than any cheesy love confession from the romantic movies or books she loved to delve into. “I no longer really have any ties to this city. No more jobs. If… We realize that things are working between us, and that you need to leave, nothing stops me from coming with you.” Realizing that it was probably too direct since they weren't even together, Y/n quickly adjusted her mind. “But those are just random ifs and thoughts,” she hurriedly took a bite of her pizza, just to make her stop talking.
“Y/n,” raising her head, she looked back at Dean. The latter had a big smile on his face and shook his head, clearly amused by her words. “If I told you what I did for work, you would never believe me. And when you”ll see it with your eyes and will be forced to believe me, you’re going to want to run away from me.”
“You’re a secret agent then?” Y/n hurriedly said, her mouth still full of pizza, her eyes wide. “Wow. Impressive.” She laughed, and Dean nervously laughed with her. If only it was that, it would be so much easier. “It really reminds me of my uncle.”
“Your uncle was a secret agent?” Dean asked, amused by the change of subject and how she was easily taking everything he said to her.
She was really the right one. Maybe she wouldn't run away after all.
“No, actually. When I was young, I often spent time at his house, but my parents stopped visiting him. They said he had lost his mind. But I loved these stories of ghosts and werewolves, he always told me he hunted them, saving people, like a secret agent of the supernatural,” a big smile stretched her lips at this thought, past memories flooding back into her head. It was so long ago, but she kept good memories of her uncle. Expecting the same reaction from Dean, Y/n only met a shocked face, frozen in a position that didn't suit him at all. Eyes wide, mouth parted, his skin white like he actually saw a ghost. She waved her hand in front of his face. “Earth to Dean?”
“Y/n, what’s your last name again?”
Taken aback by the sudden question, she blinked once and then twice. “Uhm, I don’t think I’ve ever told you. It’s Singer, why?”
A long silence answered her questions and her face dropped a little bit. Why did it matter?
“Your uncle… What's his name?”
“Dean, I haven’t seen my uncle in almost 15 years you know-”
“Y/n.”
“Robert. It’s Robert. But I always called him…”
“Bobby.”
It was her turn to have her eyes widen. “Yeah…?”
“I think you and I have more in common than I thought. And you really need to meet my brother,” he immediately stood up and threw two 20 bills on the table. Standing up in turn, confusion filled her entire expression.
“Dean, that’s way too much for two pizzas- Dean?” But she couldn't add more, and the confusion turned into this small, pleasant flame in the middle of her chest when Dean's hand met hers. “Okay, but you’re going to have to explain it to me because I don’t understand anything.”
“You'll understand,” Dean's smile was indescribable because it was so big. But that smile was hiding something else. Secrets that his beautiful lips had surely sealed away for far too long. “Let’s go,” he walked outside, said goodbye to the restaurant owner, and led her to his car. But once inside, he stopped before starting the engine, frozen yet again as another realization hit him.
“What? Something's wrong?”
“You… uhm… might recognize my brother, actually.”
“Why, was he a customer at the café?” Y/n laughed, fastening her seat belt. This whole thing was so sudden, so random, she just wanted to burst laughing. She felt good even if she didn’t quite understand everything that was happening.
“It was the health inspector,” he finally started the car and backed out of the parking lot and onto the road in one smooth, sexy motion.
“Oh. Wait, he’s a health inspector?”
“Not… Really?”
“Dean.”
Silence.
“Dean, did you fake the inspection?”
“Not really?”
“Dean!”
“Please. I’ll explain everything once we arrive. Do you trust me?”
For a second, Dean took his eyes off the road and looked into hers, and she held the gaze for the entire second and saw nothing but honesty. Then, he turned his head and broke eye contact, but out of the corner of her eye, she could see his right hand raised slightly towards her, waiting to be picked up.
“Yeah,” she finally said, gently placing her hand in his. It was warm. Comfortable. And how he squeezed, tenderly but also firmly, showed worry about losing her. “It might be crazy and stupid, but I trust you, Dean Winchester.”
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m1ssunderstanding · 2 months
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Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day 14
Who is this talking to Ringo? Press? A boy scruff? Someone who wants their project produced by Apple? He tries George too.
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Again, I love the "freak-out" as John calls it. They really could've had so much fun together under different circumstances. (Different being neither of them ever dated John) But John's so sweet saying, "Id like it to be part of her new LP. Our new LP."
I wonder what Robert Fraser thought of the beard.
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Why are we playing 20 Flight Rock now, Paul? It's just overlayed over a montage to change "scenes", but I wonder what the real context was.
Billy. What a little ray of sunshine honestly.
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"So what should we do that's fun? Besides work?" I feel like every day, John has a little adorable quote, and this is today's. Words to live by.
I don't remember if Get Back includes the "Oh Darling" version where John's answering back between lines in conversation with the lyrics. I sincerely hope so. Peter Jackson was probably like "well I can only include so much homosexuality before people have too many questions."
Ringo, you smooth criminal. I love that he just has this trick he learned as a teenager that the Beatles were all impressed by, back when Ringo was the scary gangster with the car and the beard, and he still does it for them like ten years later. It's so endearing.
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Another cute John and Yoko moment: "It's just that screaming all the way." "Poor John." "Yes, it's so terrible." She's teasing him and being sweet to him at the same time. Cuties.
George asks Paul where his Rickenbacker is. "Isn't that one much better?" And Paul makes up some shit about the Hoffner being lighter. You nostalgic little bitch. Poor baby.
John's little guilty look at the camera when he's almost just taken something on film. It's cute. He looks like a naughty kid. But it's kind of a cool moment. It shows just how relaxed and natural he is. He's not performing for or worried about the cameras at all. What we're seeing of him today is just him. You know? Idk I think it's nice.
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What's with the little pigeon noises in the middle of a recording, guys? They're so weird smh
Poor Glyn. He's just trying to do his job and he has to deal with fucking Leopold and Leob over here. He gives them some instruction. There's a look between the two of them. And then it's all, "Don't interrupt" "Hey son" "Stahhs when" "Hey" "they're recording. We're bloody Stahhs you know." "Look fuckface. Don't comment." "The cheek." The impenetrable wall of Lennon and McCartney, folks.
"Well, we'll have to do it sitting down. Or we get too excited." It's heartbreaking to me how obvious it is that they're still just having the absolute time of their lives together and that, as John put it, "the minutes are crumbling away."
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Literally what the hell is with Dennis smacking Paul's ass (as like a 'good job, your band wants to put your song out as the single' I guess) and nobody reacting? Linda would've been like "ope, time to find a new head of Apple films." (Dave Spinoza on RAM, anyone?) He really does look so proud of himself, though. Happy for you, baby.
Oh, right, that's what Robert thinks. Paul looks like his working class fantasy. (DH Lawrence. Victorian Miner.)
And I'm just going to add this, since Peter Jackson REFUSES. Paul: Can't afford to mess around here, you know. Then
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onlylovingstrangers · 2 years
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HOW THEY RESPOND TO “Why do you like me?” FT. KUROO & BOKUTO
You're out at girls’ night, and for once nobody’s up for getting trashed. Possibly cause for once, the four of you are simultaneously in happy, stable relationships. Instead of going through the ritual of pre-gaming, bar-hopping, and regretting it all the next morning, you visit the same k-bbq restaurant that you’ve been going to since your college days and gossip over soju and pork belly.
And because for once, the four of you are simultaneously in happy, stable relationships, the topic of your partners comes up. Of course it does; how could it not?
Yukie comes up with the idea. Text your boyfriend one line: “Why do you like me?” and put your phones in the center of the table. Whoever gets a reply first picks up the bill. It’s so cheesy, you all want to die from the middle school relationship-esque cheesiness, but on the flip side you all are equally invested. “This better not be the reason for any break ups,” your roommate Mikan warns.
Why do you like me? 
Kuroo stares at the message for a few seconds, confirms he’s read it right, and throws his head back to laugh goofily. He stops, checks his screen again. The words remain unchanged. Another silly, stupid laugh wrestles its way into the world.
“Anything you want to share with the rest of us?” Kenma remarks placidly. “This is a company dinner, as you know.”
The words go in one ear and out the other. Kuroo thinks. There are so many reasons why he likes, no, loves you. The way you sleep like a Rockette frozen mid step. The way you manage to get rice grains stuck on your cheek every meal. The way you pretend not to be jealous when girls check him out at the gym. The way you get so excited at online shopping sales, even though he tells you every time that you’re only saving a few dollars.
How shall he respond? Which answer would please you the most?
“Ignore him,” Kenma says to the table. “Just go on eating.”
At the restaurant, the anticipation is killing you all. “What the hell is he doing,” Hotaru mutters. “Certainly not saving the world?”
A phone dings. The four of you leap into motion. “It’s yours,” Yukie says, half admiring, half jealous. 
“That took what, like a minute?” Mikan says, laughing.
The girls crowd over your shoulder to read his response.
Tetsurou: Cuz you’re pretty. :)
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You’re bored. Dangerously bored. As in, the last time you were this bored you cut your own bangs, and let’s just say for the subsequent six or so months going out was physically painful. 
The thing is, it’s way too late to go out but way too early to go to bed. In the past you’ve been able to stave off boredom by binging your favorite series or reading a book, but you’re still waiting for all the episodes of the new season to come out before you get emotionally invested, and your oaf of a boyfriend, lovable as he is, spoiled the ending of the novel you were reading and now you simply can’t move on.
Wait.
“That’s right,” you say out loud. “I have a boyfriend!”
Let’s see, you think. What should you say? What are you curious about?
“Why... do... you... like... me,” Bokuto reads aloud, then clutches his phone to his chest. His heart melts. So does his face.
“Aww,” Hinata melts a little too.
“Bet ya that was from his girlfriend,” Atsumu says, stretching the syllables. “Bokkun, that was from yer girlfriend, right?”
“You’re a genius,” Sakusa remarks drily.
“Hey! Don’t think I can’t understand yer sarcasm!”
“It’s a bonus when you do understand.” “What are you gonna say, Bokuto-senpai?” Hinata asks. 
Oh right, he forgot to reply! Bokuto quickly rearranges himself so that he is looking at the screen once more. Hmm, what should he say? If it were Akaashi, he would recite some fancy-shmancy quote that expressed poignant feelings of love. If it were Tsukishima, he’d be all prickly and say something snarky that still conveyed the depths of his emotion. But he’s not Akaashi or Tsukki, he’s Bokuto. And you aren’t Akaashi’s or Tsukki’s, you’re his.
The thought of you being his — in his bed snoring, in his boxers making breakfast, in his family home joking around with his sisters — positively melts him once more. He can almost grasp the images to come, the pictures that flirt right at the edges of his mind, making him reach: you in a wedding dress coming down the aisle. You holding a baby that has your eyes, his hair. You waiting on the porch swing as he brings out mugs of steaming hot tea and a blanket, watching the sunset.
Your phone pings. It’s been a few minutes. You figure Bokuto’s been typing a whole essay. But instead, just one line of text appears. One line of text that makes your heart flutter anyways.
Koutarou: Let’s get married.
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lnfours · 1 year
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call it what you want ⎸ b.b
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⌙ summary: you’re in the bridal party for your cousin’s party and bradley’s one of the groomsmen, which means the two of you have to dance together during the reception. little do you know, he’s had a crush on you this entire time.
⌙ warnings: unedited, cursing, fluff, unspoken feelings for each other. a little bit of friends to lovers, idk. 
⌙ wc: 3k
⌙ pairing: bradley bradshaw x fem!reader
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when your cousin announced that she was engaged, everyone in the family was ecstatic, including you. you knew your cousin and her soon to be husband were perfect for one another. the two of them were high school sweethearts, they’d been together through everything. it was the definition of true love, soulmates even.
you were even more excited when she had asked you to be one of her bridesmaids, not even second guessing as you immediately agreed. you both had been planning this ever since the two of you were little and you were just as excited and happy as she was. she was the most deserving person in your eyes. 
however, on the first day of wedding rehearsals, you didn’t expect to see bradley bradshaw. the two of you had grown up together, parting ways after high school when he went off to join the navy like his dad had done. the navy had done him good, his muscles poking out of the t-shirt he wore. you couldn’t help but take in his mustache, which resembled his father’s in a way. he looked good with it, nonetheless. then again, he could pull off anything. 
his eyes met yours as everyone introduced themselves to the others, smiling as he made his way over to you. you smiled back, arms wrapping around him in a small hug as he greeted you.
“hey! how’ve you been? it’s been a while.” 
you tucked a strand of hair away from your face, “same old, same old. what about you? how’s the navy?”
he shrugged, smirking as he quoted what you had said beforehand, “same old, same old.”
you laughed, “c’mon, that’s it? you get to fly planes!”
“yeah, and almost die,” he shrugged, “no, really, it’s good. what about you? you went to san diego, right?”
you nodded, “yeah, went to school, finished, decided i loved the place and ended up moving over there a while ago.”
“sweet, i’m just outside of the city,” he smiled, “a bit closer to fightertown.”
you laughed, “of course.”
“yeah, i know right? that military housing is something else, let me tell ‘ya.”
you laughed before your cousin and her soon to be husband grabbed everyone’s attention, having both parties line up in front of one another. you hadn’t noticed that bradley had immediately picked the spot that was across from you, hoping he’d be the one you got to dance with during the reception. 
and as if the gods were on his sides, your cousin had called out names and said that whoever you were standing across from was your dance partner and who’d you walk down the isle with before she came down. your nerves relaxed a bit, comfortable with bradley being the one you had to do all the activities with.
as the weeks went on and you had more rehearsals, you and bradley grew closer again. you two weren’t necessarily best friends during high school, but not necessarily acquaintances either. but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think he was cute. he had always been a little easy on the eyes, him always catching your attention, but you were always too nervous to say something. he had felt the same way, he always thought you were the prettiest girl in school, but thought you were way out of his league.
and finally, the last night of rehearsals came to an end as you walked out, waiting outside the venue for your cousin to take you back home. you both had rode over together beings the both of you were already out getting your nails done for her big day tomorrow. you heard the door close, hoping it was her, but instead you were met with a familiar pair of brown eyes.
“hey, you alright?” he asked, concerned.
“oh, yeah, just waiting for my cousin,” you smiled, “she gave me a ride since we were out already beforehand.”
he nodded towards the parking lot, “did you need a ride? from the sounds of it, she’s gonna be a little while.”
you waved him off, “i don’t want to be a bother.”
he chuckled, “no not at all. really, i’d prefer if you went me over waiting out here for however long.”
you smiled, “are you sure?”
“yeah, c’mon.” he smiled back, offering you his arm and you laughed before linking it with his as he led you to the parking lot. he walked you to the bronco, unlocking it as he opened the passenger door for you. 
“you still have this thing?” you asked, visibly remembering him pulling into the school parking lot in this particular bronco. 
“‘course, took good care of her so she’d last.” he smiled as he closed your door, jogging to the drivers side before hopping in. he shoved the keys in the ignition, starting the car as it hummed. you grabbed your phone from your pocket, quickly typing a text to your cousin as he pulled out of the parking lot.
“where would you like me to drop you off tonight, ma’am?”
you laughed, “it’s a right out of here, i’m not too far.”
he nodded, making a right before he handed you his phone, “you can put whatever you want on.”
you hummed, scrolling through his spotify playlist. you laughed as you clicked on the taylor swift song, “you listen to taylor swift?”
“who doesn’t?” he asked with a grin, defending his music choices. 
you continued as ‘style’ played softly from the speakers, “i’m just shocked, i didn’t think you’d be the type of guy to listen to taylor swift. i mean, i pegged you to be more of a rock, maybe indie, music kind of guy.”
he shrugged, “honestly, i listen to a little bit of everything.”
you nodded, “i can see that.”
you gave him the next direction to your house as you sat in comfortable silence. he had the windows down since it was such a nice night outside, the wind blowing through your hair as you absentmindedly moved your head along to the song. you didn’t notice the way he’d glance over at you and smile, his heart hammering against his ribs.
god, you looked so perfect. you always did, of course, but especially right now. in the passenger seat of his bronco, hair flying everywhere as you hummed to the song quietly. 
he was falling. hard. 
after giving him a few more directions, you ended up in your driveway. you smiled over at him as you unbuckled your seat belt. he worked up the courage to ask you what he’d been thinking about on the drive over.
“so, i was thinking,” he started, “did you want me to pick you up on my way to the venue in the morning? y’know, since we’re partnered together, i figured it would be a little bit easier.”
you smiled, nodding, “i’d love that, actually.”
he smiled back at you, “great. i can pick you up at like 10, if you want?”
you nodded, “yeah, yeah, sure,” you smiled back, “i guess you should probably get my number. just incase… you know?”
he nodded, letting out a soft chuckle hands moving to grab his phone from the cup holder. he handed it to you with the contacts app opened, a new contact screen illuminating your face. he took in your facial features as you typed in your information. 
you handed it back to him, trying your best to ignore the feeling of his fingers brushing up against yours. but you couldn’t hide the way you blushed, tucking a strand of hair away from your face. 
“let me walk you to the door.” he said, turning the car off as he hopped out, jogging over to your door to open it for you. you laughed, heart skipping a beat at how much of a gentleman he was. he walked with you to the front door, hands in his pockets as you fished the keys out of your purse. 
“thanks for driving me.” you smiled, moving more hair from your face. he smiled back at you, this time it was your heart that was hammering against your ribs.
“of course, never have to thank me,” he said, “i’ll, uhm, see you in the morning.”
you nodded, not really wanting to call it a night with him, but knowing it would be for the best so the two of you could get a good night’s rest for tomorrow. you hadn’t even realized what you were doing until it was too late. your lips quickly pressed against his cheek as you blushed. he smiled widely, his heart skipping a beat as he swore he went into cardiac arrest. 
you turned to the door, turning back around as you pushed the door open, “goodnight, bradley.”
“goodnight, y/n.” he smiled, his cheeks a soft shade of pink from you kissing his cheek. you smiled, softly closing the door behind you as you pressed your back against it. you mentally face palmed yourself, not knowing what you were thinking.
but he didn’t seem upset about it, it seemed like he liked it. unless he was just going along with it and he didn’t want to say anything to be nice. 
once you heard his car pull out of the driveway, you shut the outside light off and locked the door. you made your way into the kitchen, grabbing a wine glass from the shelf and opening the bottle of wine from your fridge. you poured yourself a glass, taking it up the stairs with you as you walked to your bedroom. 
after changing into pajamas, you set your phone on the charger, enjoying your glass of wine and opting on finding a stupid movie on netflix. 
you saw your phone light up in the dim lighting, looking over at it with furrowed eyebrows as the text revealed itself after you unlocked it with your face.
8928345557 hey, it’s bradley. just wanted you to have my number incase i text you tomorrow :)
you smiled, quickly saving his contact before typing back a response. 
y/n hey! gotcha saved, don’t worry
you bit down on your lip as you typed out your next message, hesitating before you hit the blue send button.
sorry if i made you uncomfortable tonight. wasn’t really thinking.
read 10:45pm
you sighed, groaning as you locked your phone. you definitely fucked up.
however, your phone buzzed again as it lit up, quickly grabbing your attention.
bradley 🐓 don’t worry about it. it was nice, actually. hell, if giving you rides means i get a kiss on the cheek i might have to start doing it more often 😉
you smiled wide, squealing internally.
y/n might have to take you up on it i’m gonna go get my beauty sleep, lord knows i need it
bradley 🐓 i would have to disagree, but i’m heading to bed also goodnight, y/n. see you in the morning 
y/n goodnight, bradley 
that night, you fell asleep with a smile on your face, heart beating a mile a minute. you had forgotten about the thrill that is bradley bradshaw, how much of a gentleman he always was. 
now you were the one falling. fast. feeling everything, all at once.
in the morning, you were woken up to your alarm blaring through the bedroom. you groaned softly, picking it up off the nightstand and pressing ‘cancel’ button at the bottom of the screen. your eyes squinted as you read the time.
7:30am.
god, who gets married at 10 in the morning on a saturday?
you got out of bed and did your morning routine, brushing your teeth and combing through your hair. you didn’t really bother with doing much to your hair, the stylist your cousin had hired would be styling it to perfection in a few hours, anyway.
you grabbed the pajamas the bridesmaids were given to wear while getting ready, slipping on a pair of slippers and throwing on a jacket as you packed things into a bag. 
your phone buzzed on your bed, lighting up your dimly lit room.
bradley 🐓 hey, when did you want me to pick you up?
you typed back a response, yawning and rubbing your eyes tiredly before hitting the blue send button at the edge of the screen.
y/n i’m ready when you are :)
bradley 🐓 sounds good, i’ll be there in 15 :)
you liked his message, locking your phone before grabbing the bridesmaid dress and heels from inside your closet. you trudged down the steps, laying the dress on the back of the couch and dropping the bag you packed by the front door. you made your way into the kitchen, grabbing a to-go mug from the cabinet as you made a cup of coffee. 
you were convinced that the only way you were going to survive this day was through endless amounts of caffeine. 
as you poured the coffee into the mug, there was a knock on the door. you cursed to yourself as you ran to open the door, smiling when you were met with bradley’s tired smile.
good thing you wouldn’t be the only one who was depending on caffeine to survive for the next 14 hours.
“morning,” you smiled, opening the door wider so he could step inside, “want some coffee?”
“god, please,” he sighed, “i’m sorry, i know laura is your cousin and all, but who gets married at 10 in the morning on a saturday?”
you laughed, “i asked myself the same thing this morning.”
he chuckled as you grabbed another metal mug from the cabinet, pouring the steaming hot liquid into the mug. you watched the way his curls loosely hung over his forehead, his facial expressions soft as he focused on not making a mess all over your kitchen counter. 
once the both of you were settled, you made your way to the bronco parked in your driveway. he opened the door for you, as he always does, and eventually got in on his side of the car. the car ride consisted of a little bit of small talk about the events today and singing along to the playlist you had put together for the two of you specifically for car rides. 
you made it to the wedding venue, both of you going in different directions so you could get ready with your designated parties. he smiled, “i’ll see you out there.”
you smiled back at him, “see you out there.”
you walked towards the door where the bridal party was getting ready, your cousin grinning as she watched you from the doorway, “so, you and bradley, huh?”
you rolled your eyes at her, shaking your head, “don’t worry about me, it’s your big day. you’re literally getting married in a couple hours.”
she shrugged, “anything to get my mind off of how nervous i am.”
you smiled, pulling her into a hug, “you’re gonna do just fine. i’ll be right there by your side.”
the next two hours were spent getting ready and taking pictures with both parties, the bride and the groom doing their first look. you smiled as your eyes met bradley’s, heart skipping a beat at how handsome he looked in his suit for the ceremony. 
and soon, everyone was walking down the isle. the first two pairs had already walked down the isle, you and bradley standing as your arms were linked together.
“nervous?” he asked.
you let out a chuckle, “a bit, and this isn’t even my own wedding.”
he laughed, “you’re not the only one, trust me.”
you sent him a small smile, the doors opening as the two of you started your descent down the isle. you smiled to your family, bradley walking you to the bride’s side of the alter before joining the other men on the groom’s side. soon, it was the bride’s turn to walk down the isle. everyone stood as your uncle and laura made their way down the isle, wiping away a small tear from the corner of your eye.
she deserved the best of the best.
after the ceremony, everyone made their way to the reception. everyone was introduced, you and bradley walking through the doors together when the dj announced your names. you laughed as he motioned towards you, everyone in your family cheering for you. 
everyone was on the dance floor between eating the courses provided, cake, and sharing drinks and talking with other guests. you were talking with your family before you felt someone walk up behind you, causing you to turn around and smile as you met the familiar pair of brown eyes.
“sorry to interrupt,” bradley said, “but can i steal y/n away for a moment?”
your mom smiled, nodding towards you, “go on. i’ll be here when you get back.”
you smiled, leaving your phone and purse with her, “i’ll be back.”
she was still smiling, “go dance with the cute boy, please. i’ll be here.”
you shook your head, smiling back at her as you turned to bradley. he offered his hand to you, the two of you joining the other couples on the dance floor. you both danced slowly to the music, your head falling onto bradley’s chest as he held you close. 
you felt safe, at home. you hadn’t known him your whole life, and it wasn’t like the two of you had any previous relationship, but you felt like you knew everything about him. you felt like he was your person, and he felt like you were his.
everything was just… right.
“hey,” he grinned down at you, “i’ve got something to ask you.”
you looked up and he brushed a piece of hair from your forehead, “what’s up?”
“i was wondering if, uhm,” he cleared his throat, “you’d maybe wanna get dinner sometime? maybe see a movie? or i could cook at my place, i make a killer lasagna.”
you giggled, nodding your head, “good thing i like lasagna. i’ll provide the wine.”
he smiled back at you, “so, is that a yes?”
“definitely a yes.” you smiled, your nose pressing against his. he let out a soft giggle, pulling you back into his chest before kissing the top of your hair.
bradley bradshaw was your person.
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sgiandubh · 6 months
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Whereabouts
Instead of hijacking @wildfernflower's excellent reblog of this post (https://www.tumblr.com/bat-cat-reader/728749633773404160/cait-looks-hot-happy-and-content-both-her?source=share), I decided to write my own.
But first, I have to quote @wildfernflower, because she is damn right:
'There is a lot of time in his life, far away from his socials, filled with stuff we'll never know about. People read his post one day, learn what he's currently doing or where he currently is (or rather where he wants people to think he is), they're impatiently waiting for the next post that comes e.g. in 2 or 3 days, and have an illusion nothing happened in between. They put these posts one after another on a fictious Sam’s timeline they create in their minds. In reality, these 2-3 days in between is a significant time gap, yet it miraculously disappears.'
You might find me insolent, but: this whereabouts obsession is one of the original sins of this fandom. Where are they right now? And with whom? Alone? Together? When did he/she went online last time, in which time zone and to do exactly what?
Let's face it: we wouldn't do that with our best friends IRL, perhaps and I would not do that with SO or my child(ren) if I had that privilege, which I don't. I remember my mother calling me at 7AM on a Sunday with that question and I also remember my very insolent answer - she understood very quickly it was not a good idea and never tried it again. So while I can see why this online timelines game was cute at the start, I can't, for the life of me, understand why it still apparently is a big deal and why some keep on playing it on behalf of two strangers? Especially when they know, by now, everything he posts is either a) advertising of his own projects and b) latergrams and also that she was never an enthusiastic poster (oh, yes: the banter - that is, I am afraid, long over, now).
This is the surest way to feed a never ending obsessive cycle and this is way above and beyond fandom behavior. This is also why I think timelines always have an agenda, especially when they pretend to explain a context in all its complexity, to a very thirsty and easily bored audience.
Take for example what Miss Marple called The Zanzibar Saga. At least fifty pages of multimedia content, with an almost frame-by-frame découpage and the proper identification of about 20% of the people on that damn boat. All of this in order to cover events that probably unfolded in the space of eight to ten hours tops of a single day.
In which world is this normal and in which legal system is this not stalking? Why is this happening: to feed the Fandom Beast or to further discredit a B-list actor, allowing all sorts of innuendoes, among which the a) high-functioning alcoholic, b) cheap womanizer and c) closeted gay are all 'possible', depending on each faction's (not fraction, Geachte mevrouw: that's algebra) POV? How is that evidence of anything else than an inordinate, obsessive and somewhat worrisome interest for that person?
This is OL. Not The Truman Show:
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PS: In case you wonder, I will always stand up if what I consider to be red lines are being crossed, no matter who the person (cast or blogger) is. Yesterday/early morning today (timezones) it happened again and while I admit my reaction was uncharacteristically strong, so was the troll's message.
Next time, it could be anyone of us. Think about it. And next time, I will stand up again in solidarity, no matter who you are or what your shipper/believer take on SC is. And no, I do not expect anyone to do the same for me. It's not how these things work.
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raayllum · 7 months
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thought it was time for an update so:
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hey sad prince. let’s go get your cube.
rayla is kind and good. she’s fast, fearless, strong—
it means i trust her. unconditionally.
come get some rest.
i don’t care if you’re crying, i’m here with you.
i can’t lose you like this, you mean too much to me.
that was brave, rayla.
i waited too long. i hope you know—i know.
good thinking with aspiro.
you’ve got to stay with me!
but would it be okay, maybe, if i stay? and we just... don't talk?
rayla is selfless, strong, and caring.
i'm glad we can be here together, looking at the stars.
she’s not a fool.
so are you two, like—did-did i interrupt something? between you and—
i’m afraid of hurting him.
i left without him because i couldn't bear to put him in danger.
if you say so, mage.
so, two primal sources. now you're just getting greedy mister mage.
you are so…
i left him alone. i shouldn't have—rayla, don't.
it's a bridge between our two worlds. and now here we are, crossing it together.
callum, are you okay?
rayla, are you okay? rayla, it's okay.
i wasn’t sure if you guys needed two blankets or just one?
just remember me, okay?
i'm so glad you're here. we need to talk.
i'm so happy to see you again, callum.
rayla, if today is our last day… i want you to know—
strong relationships need honesty. the full truth.
but not everything has changed. i would do anything for you.
he’s smart and kind and brave and he’s… 
oh, i get it. kind of a secret forbidden romance situation?
i know that face. it’s the dumb idea face.
the moon ones are the prettiest. yeah, i think so too.
see, you know you’re amazing. you’re smart and fast and beautiful.
you look nice, callum.
we can help them. rayla, we can undo this spell.
but no more detours. or heartfelt speeches.
if you die out there, i swear i’ll kill you!
you still love her, don't you?
i want to show you everything!
when you care about someone it’s hard to hurt them, even when what you’re telling them is the truth.
but i think - i know i can trust you to help me carry this.
i thought you’d like them!
yup, i draw when i’m upset.
that's the dark magic you want. just... just let her go.
he’s noble, and true.
that’s what makes her a hero. that’s what makes her… rayla.
she's not 'the elf'. she's rayla.
just hold onto me.
you okay?
when you left, it hurt him bad. real bad. he was miserable.
you’ll get through this, you big dumb human.
amazing idea! i'll try it.
i do trust you.
i’ve been thinking about something someone once told me […] you did.
what is he doing to you? let him go!
say the word and i’ll go back into that tower with you.
rayla, i love you.
my friend. my best friend.
thank you.
then take another path, dummy.
thanks for humouring me, rayla.
hold on rayla!
no, not at all. but i enjoyed it. 
we should decide together.
together.
we had something so special.
listen to me! rayla doesn’t deserve this!
no, i meant what i said. you don't need to explain or justify anything to me. you can tell me when you're ready.
but then you spread your wings, and you saved me.
are you doing alright?
rayla, i... need you.
all that talk about how love makes you stronger, but the second you see that elf girl in danger, you completely lost yourself.
i’ll catch you!
because you’re with a girl?
rayla, you’re the most amazing person i’ve ever met.
it doesn’t matter what you did before. i just want you to be okay again. 
i'm so glad that you came back!
to love is simply to know this: the tides are true as the ocean is deep.
cause i love you, rayla. i really do.
i need you to kill me.
i need you to push me.
i believe in you.
we’re gonna be okay. 
when she came back, i was so happy, and so mad at the same time. i wish i could just forgive her.
maybe so. ask your next question. 
and then you called me a mage, and that felt right.
wait. you’ll want to see this.
cause i don't think i can do it without him.
well, i'm glad you liked it.
rayla, are you okay?
i love you, too, callum.
she's alive. and wherever she is, she loves you too.
you don't have to die.
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and for some reason she found she wanted to share what she had seen with callum, even if she didn’t tell anyone else.
“No, this is not your fault,” Callum said. He couldn’t let Rayla carry that burden alone. 
he’d been so focused on his drawing the hadn’t even noticed her looming over him. this foggy-brained behaviour was not good. he had to be more aware of his surroundings. he shook his head as he looked back down at his drawing. oh no! he’d been drawing the elf! 
but callum lingered. “are you okay?”
It was a tall order, to stand up when nobody else would. But he owed it to his stepfather - and to Rayla.
rayla met callum’s gaze and held it for a long while, as if trying to decide what to say.
Callum was suddenly struck by an intense wave of gratitude. He’d never met anyone as brave as Rayla. How did he get so lucky as to be her friend?
callum watched rayla in the early morning light through half open eyes.
Callum stared after her. He wished she didn’t have to keep risking her life for them like this.
“you’re a talented artist.”
 Rayla was now one of the best friends Callum had ever had.
he felt a hot blush creep from the bottom of his neck to the top of his forehead. why did he keep embarrassing himself in front of her?
rayla wondered if callum could see in her eyes that yes, everything was wrong
“I’ll follow your lead,” Callum said to Rayla.
“look… rayla,” he said, feeling the still unfamiliar name on his lips.
he couldn’t let rayla carry that burden alone.
despite herself, rayla grinned.
It was one thing for him to do the thing (the jerkface dance) at home… but in front of their new friends? In front of Rayla?
Callum gulped. Rayla’s thin, strong arms wrapped around him meant everything. He smiled and hugged her back.
Could he really bring himself to go through with his plan? What if he didn’t succeed? What if he compromised his beliefs and it all ended up being for nothing? […] But her blade bounced off with a clang, sparks flying. She reeled back and tried again. Nothing happened. She was in trouble. 
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i couldn’t lose you.
a young, talented, dorky mage, but like, cute dorky.
but the second it seems like you’re in danger, i’m jumping in after you.
[my character] cannot help but look at her.
stay away from him!
how long have you two been a thing?
when i woke up, i saw that rayla had been watching over me the whole time. that made me happy. and something else made me happy too: i finally understood the sky arcanum.
that’s… poetic, callum. 
i trust you. and you’re right.
you’re doing great!
i thought you’d make a cute face — but it’s more of a uh, angry cute.
you know i’m always here for you, right?
that’s not cheesy at all, callum. magic is love!
so i know this was supposed to be a family call, is it okay if rayla joins?
i’m not going to risk both of us. 
come here, dummy.
i let you jump into the nexus alone and i knew right away i made the biggest mistake of my life. i could have lost you.
a mysterious elven assassin with two beautiful blades to match [her] two beautiful eyes.
i never want to lose you either. i love you, callum.
i felt stupid for risking my life — and zym’s — but rayla made me feel better, like she always does.
viren has taken away everyone i love — except you.
i love you, too.
but you're basically my best friend. i wouldn't let anything happen to you, no matter what it took.
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"It was the night everything changed. The night we found Zym’s egg, right over there! And it was the night I met—”
And beyond the Border, a warm castle, and a mage—
But I can’t let you stop me, Callum. No matter how much I want to.
It still hurt. She was still gone, and Callum had no idea if she’d ever come back.
He was barely taller than Rayla herself, and couldn’t have been older than—what would he look like now, she wondered? Nearly two years older, a few inches taller—
You’re smiling in your sleep, Callum. You look so cute when you do that. I hope that maybe it’s because you’re dreaming of me.
Callum shook his head. He couldn’t think about her. Not now.
She shut the voice out. Rayla would not humor his haunting. Not today. Not now. 
Humans were frustrating. Humans were clever. Humans could do anything, they could be anything, they could take their own fates and change them—
It was impossible to say her name out loud. Rayla.
And in the crowd behind him, a flash of red. A scarf. For a moment Rayla was somewhere else, far away and safe and warm, following that red scarf instead of turning her back on it—
I have to. I love you too much not to.
I wish I could say that we will see each other again, but I don’t know if we will. I hope so.
She remembered the numbness in her own body, knowing he’d die a violent death at the base of the Storm Spire, and she would quickly follow—until a pair of wings closed around her, saving her, holding her—
I’m carrying it with me! Always. I love you. I love you so much.
"Who are you?" Rayla balked at her. It was an awful question. She wasn’t an assassin, she wasn’t an elf of the Silvergrove, she wasn’t anything at all, she was just—“Rayla.” That voice again. Rayla pushed away, trying to focus on Redfeather. “I’m—” “—selfless, strong, and caring—” He persisted, as he always did, and his voice took her far, far away. She could still see it: the stars of the desert gleaming above her and in his eyes. “—that’s what makes her a hero. That’s what makes her—” “Rayla,” she said, meeting Redfeather’s gaze. “My name is Rayla. And I’m going home.”
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imaginefan · 6 months
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The New Baby *Part 4*
All Platonic Relationship Characters involved or mentions are - Asher (OC), Jayleen (OC), Hope Mikaelson, Jodie Saltzman, Lizzie Saltzman, Klaus Mikaelson, Katherine Pierce, Damon Salvatore and Jeremy Gilbert.
Word Count: 1015
Requested: @emaz-0225
Request: Original Request
*Part 3*
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No one had expected your death and everyone was hit hard, you had been protecting the twins, Katherine had come to Mystic Falls to visit your grave cry. She hadn’t expected to see anyone but ended up running into Damon who was placing flowers on your grave, they spoke for a while and finally agreed that she was allowed to see the twins considering they needed all the family that they could get. For the first couple of months they didn’t hear anything from Klaus either, he chose to mourn your death on his own only reappearing when the twins or specifically when Asher was in danger as the first born, however much like any other danger it passed.
The twins themselves had always struggled with your death. They were still young when you died, only three, Jay had taken a quieter approach to her grieving receding into herself, she didn’t speak to anyone apart from Asher, who took a more aggressive and angry approach to grieving. For a long time they were on their own only because they chose to be, Jay was the first to let Damon back in Asher following suit, then Stefan and finally Kathrine and Klaus. Jeremy was there but after a few years he found someone else, someone that he wanted to settle down with.
It took about 10 years before the twins had friends of their own age, with the supernatural school finally in place, they attended with Hope, Lizzie and Jo. They seemed to be getting on well unfortunately on the 13th anniversary of your passing Jeremy decided that he was going to tell them both something.
“I needed to talk to both of you.” Jeremy said as he looked at them, they were both sitting on the beds in the room that they shared as they waited for him to tell them what he needed to. “What?” Asher asked, he was far less forgiving of Jeremy, feeling abandoned by his father, all of his grandparents coming to the rescue. “It’s about Jessica.” Jeremy said. “Honestly I don’t want to talk about your new girlfriend.” Asher said as he leant back against the headboard of the bed. “Fiancée.” He corrected. “Excuse me?” Asher asked. “Fiancée.” Jeremy repeated. “So what do you expect me to call her mum and play happy family every holiday?” Asher asked. “Not gonna happen.” “Do you want to hear why we’re getting married?” Jeremy asked. “Because you love her or something?” Asher asked, putting air quotes around the word ‘love’. “I do love her but there’s another reason.” Jeremy answered. “She's pregnant.” “Oh so you’ll marry her but you wouldn’t marry mum?” Asher asked. “Asher, that was different.” Jeremy argued, Asher sat up, his feet falling to the floor as he stood. “Honestly I could care less that you are having a baby or getting married, I don’t want anything to do with it so if you don’t mind will you kindly leave me the fuck alone.” Asher said before disappearing from the room. “You couldn’t have picked a better day for this?” Jay asked. “You know what this day means to him and yet you would tell him that you are moving on and you expect him to do the same.” “That’s not-” “No it’s not what you meant but that’s what he heard.” Jay sighed before standing up and walking out of the room to find her brother.
Asher found himself at your grave as he always did on the anniversary of your death, he’s cry, tell you everything that he had achieve that year and even brought Hope Lizzie and Jo to see you one year, they had all asked to come pretending that they were there for Jay but they had come for him to, he knew that but he couldn’t bring himself to thank them. “Do you know what he said to me today?” Asher asked, the silence that answered him was no unfamiliar “he said that he’s getting married and she’s pregnant, I think he was hoping that we would be happy for him but I was just angry because somehow after everything he still manage to come out on top, like he did every other time, you looked after us when we were younger and he was able to do whatever he wanted, he only ever looked after us when he wanted to and he’s the one that gets to move on while rest of us are still hurting.” Asher wanted to be able to see a picture of you without feeling angry or like he wanted to cry. “You know with all of the friends that I’ve made I shouldn’t feel this way, I don’t feel as lonely as I was before but you're still not here and I can’t bring you back, no one can.” “Your right no one can bring her back so we have to live for her.” Jay said as she sat in front of him. “Mum wanted us to live so the best thing that we can do for her past bringing her back is living the way that she wanted and showing her everything that we can become.” “What if we don’t do what she wanted?” He asked. “I think we have, you know, making friends that would do anything for us and we would do anything for, you know I think that if we never did anything for the rest of our lives she’d be proud as long as we were happy.” Jay explained as her eyes moved over to the girls that you’d say were your closest friends each of them taking a seat so that you were making a semi circle around the grave. “We’ll stick together no matter what.” Hope said “you can rely on us.” “We promise.” Josie said. “Always.” Lizzie added. “Thanks guys.” Asher said softly and while he knew that it was still going to be a long time before he was okay, he had the perfect people around him to make sure that it happened in and out of the school.
Requests and general question!
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Hey Sarah! Love your work💕 can I ask for fiancé Eddie and the reader talking wedding stuff? Thank you in advance!!
Hiii babes!!! Awe you’re so sweet! I loved doing this, kinda made it where you’re a bit overwhelmed and also just random fluff so I hope you enjoy it!🥹💖
-this is you and fiancé Eddie from the texting series-
*You’re overwhelmed but have no fear your fiancé Eddie is here also you drop his petname in public*
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“Gold or white?” “Uhh whatever you like baby.” “Eddie…just pick gold or white?” “It’s a tablecloth they both look nice…for tablecloths.” “I can’t do this.” “Can’t do what?” “This! I can’t pick everything myself it’s too much I just…I need your help so please just pick gold or white?” “I’m sorry sweetheart. I uh..let’s see…yeah I like the white it will look nice.” “Thank you.”
“Those look pretty. Is this for like the center of the table?” “Yes these are the centerpieces. You said you liked white flowers with some greenery since we are getting married at Lover’s Lake it’ll help bring it all together.” “I did say that huh? I am good at this whole wedding planing thing.” “Yup your new title is Eddie Munson the wedding planner.” “Has a nice ring to it. But what do you think? Are you happy with them?” “I love them. I think it’s going to be so pretty.” “You want candles on the tables as well right?” “Yes the fake ones. I don’t need Dustin or Lucas setting anything on fire.” “Smart choice.”
“Are you done with your vows?” “What vows?” “Eddie…our wedding vows.” “We have to come up with our own?” “You told me you wanted to write them? Have you not started?” “I thought we like get told what to say to each other?” “If that’s what you want that’s fine we don’t need to write our own vows if you don’t want to.” “No no I can write my own. Just know my goal is to make you ugly cry.” “Same.” “Wait what? Did you say same?” “Yes. You’re totally going to cry when I read mine to you.” “You’re done with yours?” “Yes. I’ve been done for a few weeks.” “Overachiever…” “I might have even snuck in a lord of the rings quote.” “You’re fucking with me.” “You’ll just have to wait and find out.” “If you talk Tolkien to me on our wedding day I won’t survive.” “You’ll be fine…where are you going?” “I’ve got work to do…who’s that author that writes those sexy time books you read? I can’t find that one about Drake on your shelf” “Edward Munson you can not quote a romance novel in your wedding vows.” “Says who?”
“Baby please don’t make me try another one.” “This is the last one and I think it’s the winner.” “Baby…we have tried six different cakes and I’m going to be honest they are all starting to taste the same.” “Please honeybuns just one more bite.” “God you just haaddd to call me that didn’t you?” “Pleaseeee.” “You’re not playing fair baby….fine this is the last one or I will literally explode.” “Have…have you been eating the whole slice for every flavor?” “Uh..yes?” “Eddie! You just need to take a bite not eat the whole slice.” “You tell me this now? After I’ve eaten six pieces of cake…” “I’m sorry…but what did you think of the last one?” “I liked it. I agree it’s the winner.” “Did we just pick a wedding cake?” “I think…yeah I think we did.” “Holy shit.” “I think by the time our wedding rolls around I’ll finally be able to look at cake and not feel sick.” “I’m sorry…I should’ve told you about the one bite rule.” “You’re so lucky I’m madly in love with you.”
“What’s got you so tense princess?” “Marrying you.” “Oh yeah? Marrying me is making you tense?” “Yes it’s stressful and you know I hold my stress in my shoulders.” “Let’s see what I can do about that okay?” “Ohh how many guests did we agree on? Twenty?” “Do we need guests? We could make it a private ceremony and just have it be the two of us…how’s that feel baby?” “Feels good…your hands are a little cold. But really Eddie was it twenty or twenty five?” “Sorry sweetheart let me just warm them up really quick…uh I’d say start at twenty and the max is twenty five? Neither of us has a lot of family to invite it’s mainly friends.” “You have magic hands has anyone ever told you that?” “Just you princess. What’s next on the list hmm? Let’s keep going. “Uh is Dustin your best man?” “No, he was an option but I uh…I asked Wayne.” “Did he tell you no because he’s my man of honor?” “He did tell me you had asked him first but uh…yeah he said yes. He’s just happy to be included really.” “As if he had a choice. He’s standing beside us when we get married even if he doesn’t want to.” “Pretty sure that’s why he made it easy and just said yes.” “The two of you are going to be blubbering messes.” “Hey! The Munson men are just emotional okay? We can’t help it.”
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astrronomemes · 7 months
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YOUR LIE IN APRIL: STARTERS
a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings from the 2014 anime adaptation of the 2011 manga, Your Lie in April. change & alter as needed.
"There's no one who'd ever fall in love with me."
"I'm used to being on my own now."
"Wait, shouldn't you guys be in school? ...And whose bike is this?!"
"Maybe there's only a dark road up ahead... but you still have to believe, and keep going. Believe that the stars will light your path, even a little bit."
"Everything you say and do... it all sparkles so brightly. It's too blinding for me, and I end up closing my eyes."
"I wish time would just stand still."
"You really have a way with words sometimes."
"Your hands are happy to be touching mine."
"You should take it easy today. Tomorrow is going to be a big day for you."
"A rival can make you grow far faster than being taught by someone."
"All I wanted was for you to get better. All I wanted was for you to be happy."
"I wish you would just die!"
"Setbacks come with the territory of becoming a superstar."
"We might not be able to turn in a performance that we can live with. But we're going to play."
"I have no idea what lies ahead. But I've taken the first steps."
"You wouldn't pick up no matter how many times I called you, so I'm here out of worry, you little punk!"
"The stars are so beautiful. It's like they're speaking to us."
"Oh, but I do like summer, because there are fireworks."
"Maybe... just maybe... the light can reach even the bottom of a dark ocean."
"Someday, there'll be no turning back, you know?"
"You're an artist no matter what, aren't you?"
"Your eyes sparkle now. They light up like the headlights of a car."
"It's not our style to get all emotional, right?"
"I wanted things to go on just like this."
"I'll stay with you. I'll stay by your side."
"It's not like I'm being nice to you. I'm treating you the same as always."
"It was such a wonderful day. I wish that time would just stop in its tracks."
"Your head is miles away. Let's call it a day. Go on home."
"I guess maybe we never should have met, huh?"
"You gave me so many things... isn't there anything I can do for you?"
"There's a moment when the slate gets wiped clean. All the months of agony, screaming, suffering, and struggling... there's a moment when you're rewarded for all that."
"It's so beautiful that I think I'm going to cry."
"Isn't it too thrilling for words? Watching somebody grow?"
"You walk in front of me, and I'm always behind you."
"Please give me another chance. Please give me another chance to stand by your side."
"Let's take a break, [name]. You're trying to do too much at once."
"I'm going to do my best. I don't know what the results will be, but I'm going to give it my best shot."
"You do have a soul, [name]. It's just that you're good at hiding it -- so good, you can't even find it yourself."
"What kind of feeling is this again? What do they call this kind of feeling? I think it's probably called love. I'm sure this is what they call love."
"See? Miracles can happen just like that!"
"Inside my heart, it's all chaos."
"Everybody's watching. I can't let them down."
"From the moment that we meet someone else, none of us can ever be alone. We're all connected."
"Inside me, you exist."
"At times like these, you don't listen to your head. You listen to your heart."
"Don't you think snow looks just like cherry blossom petals?"
"Do you think you'll remember me? At least a little?"
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iamvegorott · 5 months
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Ink Month 2023 Day 27
Propose
“Give me a lift, and I’ll grab those.” Mad pointed up the large apple tree. “Those are the best since no one else ever goes for them since it’s too high up.” 
“Hell yeah!” Jackie eagerly crouched down, wrapped his arms around Mad’s legs, and stood back up, giving Mad several more feet of height.
“There’s so many up here!” Mad said with an excited laugh, picking apples and putting them in his basket. 
“Get all of them!” Jackie laughed as well.
“I am!”
“Those two are such dorks.” Phantom chuckled from the bench where he and Mare sat and watched their boyfriends enjoy themselves. 
“They are.” Mare agreed with a fond smile, eye soft with affection and thinking he could see Mad’s happy face for the rest of his life. “I think I might propose to Mad.” He said without realizing the words were out loud. 
“What!?” Phantom’s shocked yelp snapped Mare back to reality.
“Are you guys okay?” Jackie called.
“We’re fine,” Phantom called back with a smile. He waited until he got a smile from Jackie, and his attention went back to Mad before he hissed at Mare, “You’re going to what?” 
“It was just a thought.” Mare kept his voice down as well.
“You have never shown interest in marriage, like, we used to talk shit about weddings all the time. You called them an ‘expensive show for others’.” Phantom used his fingers to add the quotes. 
“I’ve also never been in love before. Plus, my wedding would be for me and Mad. You guys are just welcomed to the show.” Mare said with a casual shrug.
“Now you sound like you’ve been planning this.” Phantom scoffed. 
“I haven’t…but I have been thinking about always having Mad by my side.” Mare looked over at the other two. Mad was now back on the ground, holding the basket of apples to his chest and looking proud of himself. “He’s stubborn and snarky and always ready to run off to chase any theory he has, but he’s also so smart and soft and joyful…I have days when I hug him, and I don’t want to let go. I don’t want him to leave. I want to feel the way he hugs me back until the day I die.” 
“You’re going to make me throw up.” Phantom had a teasing grin. 
“Tell me you don’t feel the same about Jackie.” Mare teased back with a little nudge of his elbow. 
“Don’t call me out like that.” Phantom softly chuckled. “But…yeah. I do. He’s a dork, but he’s my dork. I’d kill so many people if they tried taking him away from me.” 
“So if he got down on one knee and asked you to marry him?”
“I’d say yes in a heartbeat.” 
“And you were making fun of me.” Mare chuckled at both that and of the scene of Mad getting up on Jackie’s shoulders to reach higher up on a different apple tree. 
“That’s my job as your brother.” Phantom placed a hand on Mare’s shoulder and patted it. “And as your best man.” 
“So you approve?”
“He makes you happy. That’s all I care about, and if calling him your husband instead of boyfriend makes you happier, I’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen.” 
“Maybe I’ll drop hints to Jackie for you.” Mare laughed when that got a little shove.
“This is about you, shithead.” Phantom huffed. “Now I’m leaving you to tell Anti about this on your own.” 
“Oh fuck. I would need to talk to Anti.” Mare at his face. 
“Good luck~” Phantom sang.
“Mare! Mare, look at all of these apples!” Mad said as he and Jackie finally joined the brothers. “We can make pies and tarts and still have leftovers to cut up and dip in peanut butter or Nutella.” 
“I’d like to dip you in Nutella.” Mare chuckled, placing a hand on Mad’s cheek and kissing him.
“Mare!” Mad squeaked, slapping lightly at his chest, but happily leaned into another kiss.
“Did you two have fun?” Phantom asked Jackie.
“I think we got more apples than everyone else here,” Jackie said with a prideful puff to his chest.
“It’s not a competition.” Phantom giggled. “But I am glad that you won.” He couldn’t resist tugging down on Jackie’s shirt to kiss him. “We really are weak for you two.” 
“Huh?”
“Don’t worry about it. It’ll make sense later.” Phantom tugged Jackie into another kiss. 
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