#going forward she should always announce herself like this

[iheartcake123]

yeong-hu x f! reader

warnings: contains some spoilers from S2 Sweet Home

a/n: this fic will contain certain parts which happened in S2 but won’t be 100% accurate!! also i had to write a fic about this man, he IS husband material + if any of you have read my other fics you know how much i suck at endings so im sorry about this ending🤣 i hope you enjoy it either way though!!

Masterlist

everyday was the same thing, wake up, stand in line for roll call and do your part to help with the survival of the group. the crow platoons ensured safety but supplies were running low.

before everything happened, you were a doctor and had served some time in the military as a doctor too. you kept that second part a secret though. you refused to get involved with the crow platoon in that aspect. they were usually looking to get more people with military experience to join them.

you were quite happy just being like everyone else and doing doctor duties when people really needed it. supplies were always low for what you did and you found yourself just making do with anything.

the morning started like all others. people doing little things they were assigned to do. then the announcement for roll call was made and you lined up with everyone. the crow platoon were going on an expedition for more supplies.

everyone stood in line as members of the crow platoon did their checks. they needed to make sure everyone was accounted for before they left.

you were stood with yeong-su and jin-ok. yeong-su had a baseball in his hand and was throwing it up and down.

“you should stop before they see” you told yeong-su to which he rolled his eyes and continued throwing his ball, that was until he dropped it.

the sound of the ball rolling seemed to be the only sound until it came to a stop. it had hit the shoes of one of the crow platoon soldiers. the soldier u-seok picked the ball up and yeong-su started to get upset.

“give it back to me! give it back!” yeong-su complained trying to reach up and grab the ball but the soldier held it higher.

suddenly, then the soldier grabbed a hold of yeong-su’ arm and held it in place.

“when did he get this scar?” u-seok questioned.

“it’s from last night” jin-ok chimed in and began to hold onto yeong-su.

“it looks fresher than that” u-seok tightened his grip on the young boy.

“sir, it doesn’t seem serious” the other soldier chan-young said looking between the two.

“what would you know about it? we have to be sure” u-seok then took out his knife and tried to cut yeong-su.

“just. just let him go. he’s just a child..ok?” jin-ok held yeong-su protectively.

“kids can be monsters too. there’s no exceptions”

“then let jin-ok do it herself” you stepped forward and jin-ok nodded profusely.

“yes, i’ll do it myself” jin-ok addded.

“you should’ve done it last night” the soldier then tried to cut yeong-su.

before he could make contact with the young boys skin, you stopped him. you stood forward and held onto the knife. your hand wrapped around the sharp blade and you did a manoeuvre to get the knife from the guard.

you held the knife up to his throat, your hand was covered in blood but you didn’t care. u-seok was acting like an ass and needed to be taught a lesson.

“maybe you should start doing your job properly and focus on more important things like getting more medical supplies rather than picking on a little kid” you said through grit teeth putting the knife down.

“you think you’re so tough huh?” u-seok snatched the knife from you and then latched his hand onto your top.

“sir, we have other important matters” chan-young tried to step in.

“you finish up here, im taking this one to sarge. then we’ll see if she has anything more to say”

you then found yourself being dragged with full force through the various halls. u-seok kept his grip on you and even though you tried to push him away from you, it was no use.

eventually, you reached the area where the crow platoon gather together and get set up for their expeditions. the room was full of some of the other soldiers

“let go of me asshole!” you cursed at him and he then threw you to the floor.

you landed on the cold floor and winced slightly as you tried to get up. you hand was still bloody and sore from earlier.

“what’s this?” sergeant kim (yeong-hu) walked in, his eyes focused to you.

“sarge, this one here managed to get a hold of my knife and held it to my throat. she’s definitely hiding something!” u-seok said loudly.

“this isn’t how we treat people u-seok. doesn’t matter what they’ve done” yeong-hu walked up to you and held his hand out.

you glared at him before getting up yourself. you didn’t need his hand.

“i haven’t done anything wrong. your poor excuse of a soldier u-seok picked on a little kid today. so all i did was tell him to focus on more important things like getting more supplies. especially medical supplies” you defended yourself and decided to speak your mind. “we have sick people and they need treatment. honestly i haven’t seen anything this bad ever since i served-“

you soon stopped yourself after realising you had just exposed yourself. god, you only hoped he wasn’t listening to that last part.

“served? are you telling me that you used to be in the military?” yeong-hu folded his arms and you meekly nodded.

there was no use lying now.

“go get ready” yeong-hu told you firmly and you raised an eyebrow.

“for what?” you questioned. why did you have to get ready.

“just get ready and then we’ll talk…?” he looked at you and you said your name.

“y/n…” he then said before brushing you aside and turning to his men “everyone we leave in five minutes. be ready.”

you now found yourself sat in the backseat of a military truck with yeong-hu and one of his other men named seok-chan in the front. your hand was now wrapped too and you had your bag with you. your own personal knife hiding in the front pocket just in case.

“where are you going to take me?” you questioned.

“you suggested that we need more medical supplies, you must know where we can find some” yeong-hubanswered while looking at a map in his hands. he didn’t bother looking at you.

you were being weary. what if he was lying? but also why would they bring you? you could’ve just marked a map up for them.

you remained silent as you waited for some of the other soldiers of crow platoon to get into the other vehicles.

“are you dating anyone sarge?” seok-chan smirked “a lot of our boys are seeing someone on the down low, you know?”

“are you?” yeong-hu responded.

“i cant. unless you start dating, i can’t wreck the chain of command”

“i feel no need for it”

“is it because you couldn’t find the right person?..it’s just, well i’ve been thinking and i mean you’re good looking and a survivor, you’re good at killing monsters and as a leader. you’re a prize catch in today’s standards. so, why can’t you get a girl? don’t you think y/n?”

you scoffed “as if anyone would want someone as cold and confusing as your sergeant”

yeong-hu turned his head and shot you a stern look at seok-chan awkwardly laughed.

“she’s probably just joking sarge” he cleared his throat as yeong-hu glared at him “let’s just focus on the mission”

“good idea” you added.

-time skip (im sorry im feeling lazy💀)-

you hated to admit it but going on the expedition with the crow platoon guys was actually pretty interesting and fun. it was the first time in god knows how long that you actually went outside and got hands on.

it was currently raining and you were taking in every second of it as you packed the final bits of medical supplies you had found.

“thank you” you said loudly to yeong-hu and he turned to look at you “really thank you”

yeong-hu was just about to respond but suddenly a loud explosion was heard. everyone’s heads turned to where the sound had come from.

“that came from camp, right?” seok-chan said.

“we need to prepare to head back!” yeong-hu called out loud to everyone and everyone began to get into the trucks.

it was decided to draw the monsters away from the stadium. the crow platoon had a plan, the only problem was that they didn’t get you involved.

“give me a gun. i can help” you demanded.

“forget it. i let you come to help look for supplies, that’s all. leave the rest to us” yeong-hu then opened the truck door for you to get inside.

with a loud huff you gave in and sat in the truck at the platoon men did their thing. once it was over, you found yourself back at the stadium.

you followed yeong-hu and the rest of the platoon members back into camp. you held your bag full of medical supplies on your shoulders, already thinking of places to store your new items.

as you continued on, seargent tak appeared.

“ten hut!” he called out and everyone around you turned to focus on him.

“sir, what was that explosion i heard?” yeong-hu asked stepping forward.

“a women tried to run and triggered a mine earlier. it exploded before we could properly defuse it” sergeant tak explained.

“which platoon member was overseeing them?”

from behind seargent tak, chan-young had approached them.

“I was in charge sir” chan-young stood straight “im private park”

you liked chan-young. he was by far the nicest platoon member out of them all. you didn’t know him well but from what you had seen before, he didn’t have a bad bone in his body.

“it’s behind us now. we moved on” sergeant tak told yeong-hu.

“and the runner? removed. i assume,huh? park chan-young!” yeong-hu was clearly pissed.

“she was showing monster symptoms so we isolated her” chan-young said.

“isolated?” yeong-hu raised an eyebrow.

“i insisted we keep her here.”’

once chan-young said those words, yeong-hu lost it and punched him. he fell into some old metal barrels but stood straight after a second so, yeong-hu punched him again- even harder. chan-young finally fell to the floor and he received a foot to the stomach.

“are you crazy? stop!” you yelled pushing yeong-hu so that he wouldn’t hurt chan-young any further.

“you stay out of this” yeong-hu grit his teeth, his stare like daggers.

if looks could kill, you would’ve been dead.

he then stormed off and you shook your head disappointedly as you helped chan-young get up.

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over the next few days, you noticed yeong-hu around. whenever he locked eyes with you, you’d pretend to not notice and whenever it was roll call you’d hope that it wouldn’t be him doing the checks. luckily for you it wasn’t him.

you couldn’t get him out of your head. he’d made an impression on you. good or bad? you didn’t know which one yet. but it was definitely a strong impression. you knew that.

“come with me” one of the platoon members had come to grab you.

“what for?” you were curious. after all, it had come out of no where.

“just come” the member said and began to walk away.

with a sigh you decided to follow.

“through there” the member then gestured for you to go in.

with a gulp, you pushed the door open and stepped inside. and there was yeong-hu. he had his hands on his hips while staring at a map up on a board, his head flicked in your direction and he then turned his full attention to you.

“where have your friends eun-yu and chan-young gone? they’re missing from roll call” yeong-hu asked while looking you up and down.

“how would i know where they are? i don’t keep tabs on them” you shrugged and paused “but…even if i did know, what makes you think i’d tell you. huh?”

“y/n i don’t have time for your childish games. you need to tell me straight if you know where they went”

“i just told you. i don’t know. i didn’t even know they were missing…now, can i go?”

yeong-hu nodded his head and you kissed your teeth as you turned to walk out the room. you were then stopped as you felt a hand on you. the force of the hand made you spin around to face yeong-hu. he was closer than before and you gulped as he scanned your face.

“if you see your friends, you need to tell me immediately” he told you and you nodded lightly.

your heart was beating fast because of how close he was and his hand was oddly warm and soft.

when you finally left the room, you couldn’t help but feel hot. your heart was still beating extremely fast and you hadn’t realised before but yeong-hu was actually really attractive.

stop! you told yourself.

you can’t like him.

you don’t like him.

the rest of the day passed by extremely slowly and you tried to distract yourself by doing different chores. none of it seemed to work as your mind constantly wandered back to one specific person.

that same person also couldn’t get you out of his head. he was trying to focus on his duties but you were constantly lingering in his mind. there was something about you. he couldn’t put his finger on it but he knew he had strong feelings for you. he just didn’t know if they were good or bad.

you tried sleeping. but you couldn’t. instead you were stuck tossing and turning trying to force yourself. it wasn’t working.

after sitting up, you slipped your shoes on and made your way to the crow platoon area. there was only one way to get your mind off that one person. you needed to face your feelings.

you wondered back to the room from earlier. your palms became sweaty once you were stood directly outside the door and your heart began to race. with whatever courage in you, you knocked lightly on the door and when you heard yeong-hu’ voice. you entered.

“y/n, it’s you” yeong-hu was slightly taken aback “have you found out where your friends went?”

you shook your head “sorry, no. i just couldn’t sleep. im guessing it’s the same for you too?”

“oh uh yeah, there’s a lot on my mind”

a silence then filled the room. you suddenly didn’t know what to say. for a while you both then didn’t say a word to one another.

“i should go. you must have a lot of things to do” you awkwardly tried to make an excuse to leave and began to head to the door.

“stay” yeong-hu’ voice was firm and you paused in your tracks.

“what?” you questioned not daring to turn around.

“stay y/n” he repeated.

“i should get going.” you reached forward to grab the door handle.

without warning, yeong-hu stood in front of you and was now blocking the door.

“y/n, there’s something about you. i don’t quite understand it. even when you’re not there, you linger in my mind. i think about you and i shouldn’t.” yeong-hu’ confession caught you off guard.

“what are you saying?” you breathed out, unable to say anything else.

“i like you”

as soon as he said those words you felt a weight being lifted off your shoulders.

he had made it easy for you and your feelings towards him were now clear too.

“i like you too” you couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your face.

yeong-hu brought his hand up to your cheek and gently cupped up. he looked between your eyes and your lips for permission and when you nodded lightly, he leaned forward and pressed your lips together.

and for once everything just felt right.

[cameronspecial]

Ghost Of A Memory

Pairing: Dad!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Loss of a Spouse During Childbirth and Grief

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.9K

Summary: All Rafe wants are memories of his family, but sometimes he has to remind himself that he can't have that.

Masterlist

The warm summer sun glows across Rafe’s pale skin, kissing it so that it will soon tan his skin a darker shade. Laughter fills the air and a sappy face falls on Rafe’s face as his eyes fall on the sight of his wife and daughter on the playground. Hannah is climbing the ladder on a mission to go down the slide again; Y/N is waiting for her baby girl at the bottom of the slide to catch her. Hannah plops her butt onto the plastic contraption and squeals in delight as she zooms toward her mother. He finishes laying out the sandwiches on the plates and calls out to his girls, “Lunch is ready.” Y/N keeps her daughter in her arms, taking them both to the picnic blanket, where their lunch is laid out on it. “Salami, tomato, arugula and garlic cream cheese for me. Cheese and lettuce for Little Lady. And turkey, lettuce, tomato, and Havarti for my love,” Rafe announces, pointing to everyone’s meal as he lists the ingredients. Y/N leans forward to kiss his cheek, “Thank you for getting this all ready, Handsome.” Rafe’s cheeks warm like they always do at the nickname. It’s such a basic nickname, but coming from her, it makes him feel like he can do a thousand backflips one after the other. Hannah throws herself into her dad’s arms with her own thank you directed towards him.

The family finishes their food and Hannah is invited to play ball with a boy around her age. Y/N rests her head on Rafe’s shoulder as they both watch their daughter play with her new friend. “I think we should have another one,” she whispers to him. He beams at the idea and presses his lips to her temple, “I think I would love to have another one. Maybe a little boy with your hair and my eyes this time.”  “Hmm, that sounds like a great idea,” she agrees. Hannah lets out a scream in delight, except the longer it goes on, the more it starts to sound like a cry.

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Rafe wakes up with a jerk into a sitting position. He rubs his eyes with the palms of his hands as he looks around the dark room. Hannah stands in her crib in the corner of the room, rattling against the bars with her cries. Her father swings his feet over the side of the bed and pads over to her. She reaches her arms up toward him and he picks her up. He brings her to his chest, letting her nuzzle his neck. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m right here, Little Lady,” he soothes. He bounces in hopes of providing her with some sort of comfort. He is so tired, yet he can’t go back to sleep because it seems as though Hannah doesn’t want to sleep. He presses his lips against her forehead, “Please, Little Lady, go back to sleep. Daddy is tired.” He tries to see if she is hungry and quickly learns that she isn’t. “What can I give you so you can go to sleep?” he begs, picking up her stuffed penguin. The penguin is rejected, so he tries offering her her blankie. Hannah screeches and throws it on the ground in dissatisfaction. His eyes dart around the room in search of anything that will appease the bebe. Finally, he spots what he thinks is going to cease the crying.

He picks up the fading navy zip-up sweater and wraps it around his daughter's shoulders. The nine-month-old immediately calms, snuggling into the fabric of the hoodie. Rafe sighs, “I know. I miss her too.” He sits in the rocking chair opposite the crib. He looks at the empty spot on the bed beside his, drawing in the figure that should be there for himself. The woman creating a dip in the bed sits up and gives him a lazy smile. “Did she wake up? I don’t know how I slept through her cries. Is she hungry?” Y/N mumbles, standing from the bed. Her footsteps drag against the floor to stand in front of them. He grins up at her, “It’s okay. I figured out what she wanted. It was your Chapel Hill sweater.” He lifts Hannah up a bit so Y/N can see the school logo on the back. “That makes sense,” she agrees. “She’s always been a Mama’s girl.” Rafe chuckles, “So true. I can’t blame her though. She has a pretty amazing mom.” Y/N leans over to kiss her family members and he closes his eyes to embrace the feeling, but just as her skin is supposed to make contact with his, the daydream he is creating for himself dissolves. Instead of the feeling of her lips, he gets a kiss from the wind and he opens his eyes with furrowed eyebrows.

The room is void of any other human being, except for Hannah in his arms. He looks over to the other side of his bed and finds it empty. Likes it has been for the last nine months. The room lacks air and Rafe begins to hyper-ventilate. His immediate thought is to get up to look for the missing link in the room. And then he finally remembers that his dreams can only ever be the ghost of a memory he never gets to make because the love of his life never made it out of the hospital with their baby girl. 

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[scudslut]

Ok hear me out. Reader and Daryl go on a run for supplies with a few other people. Reader makes a mistakes and almost gets seriously hurt/ near death experience. Daryl gets pissed at reader, maybe yells at her. Reader laughs it off and acts like she doesn’t gaf. Daryl later finds reader all shaken up and crying by herself. Love if you don’t, love if you do!

stay with me

daryl x fem!reader

wc: 2k

warnings: typical twd gore/violence, mentions of death, mentions of trauma/ptsd

a/n: absolutely love me some good fluffy angst, thank u nony❤️ i hope you like it:))

As much as you tried to prepare yourself for the inevitable situations runs would put you in, the blood-chilling reality of it never got any easier. No amount of mental prep could stove off the sounds and smell of the dead, nipping ravenously for a taste of your sweet living flesh.

Of course, over time you’d learned just to shut your brain off and fight. Fight as hard and tirelessly as you possibly could, but mistakes could still be made. Shit happened, whether it was your fault or not.

Hours earlier, a group of you went a few miles east of the prison; Daryl having spotted a little strip a few days prior, not too overrun that he thought might be loot-worthy.

It was a simple run really. Keep close, hit a few shops in and out, then head back home. That’s it. Follow the plan, get as much useful shit as possible, and get the fuck out of there. You guys had it down to a science at this point, runs becoming so second nature it was almost too easy to let your guard down nowadays.

“Hey D, I’m gonna go check the storage room back here. Might have something we could use,” you voiced to your partner a few isles down, still keeping your tone as low as you could.

“Gimme a sec, I'll come help ya,” you heard him say but you kept moving. You two had already cleared the main area, you could handle a walker or two if there actually was any behind the small door. You figured you would’ve heard something by now, some sort of banging or grumbling to announce their presence, but there was nothing, the coast presumably clear.

You should have waited.

Crossing the few miscellaneous isles you reached the back door, giving it a small rattle. Still complete silence, not even the faintest groan or shuffle. Knife at the ready, hand clamped over the cool metal handle, your heart rate picked up a notch as it always did before opening into the unknown.

“You got this, come on,” you muttered to yourself, before throwing the door open, bracing for attack. The door flew wide, only to reveal a dark, empty room. Squinting through the dimness, a few high, dusty shelves were visible, stocked with all sorts of canned goods. Fuck yea, that was certainly useful.

“D! Come look what I found!” you rasped, dropping your knife into its holster and shuffling in. You unslung your backpack from your shoulders, digging through it for a flashlight excitedly. It’s been so long since you’ve found this much canned food, surely enough to keep the group well stocked through most of the winter that was approaching. A loud creak from the left caught your attention as you sped forward. Hands finally finding purchase on the flashlight, you flicked it on, scanning across the room to the sound.

Dust caked the air, making the already dark room fuzzier and your eyes took a minute to adjust. You took a few smaller steps closer, peering wearily ahead and then you saw them.

Beady, soulless eyes staring back. A whole rickety staircase of them, heads turning one by one to the light source in your hand.

“Oh fuck.”

There had to be at least 10 of them that you could see, the top of the stairs pitch black and unrevealing.

Your feet stumbled backward, hands desperately reaching for the knife at your hip, dropping the flashlight in the process. It rolled and caught under your heels, knocking you on your ass as the corpses advanced, jaws snapping.

These were those moments. When you felt your heart in your throat, brain stuttering on action. Time moved so slowly that the fragments were almost visible and every thought screaming in your mind sounded like gibberish. You know you should move, is that what it was screaming?

The first one got to you, grabbing your leg trying to crawl up and finally, you were kicking, scrambling, grabbing onto the knife and slamming it into its skull with a loud squelch.

“Daryl!” you yelled. You needed him. Now.

3 more dropped before you, slinking towards you and you were trapped — the first corpse lying heavily over your midsection.

“Yea, yea girl. I heard ya,” you heard him respond, still sounding a few isles away.

No no no, this was not how you were gonna die. Not today. Please.

You kept stabbing, each kill taking everything out of you as you struggled against the body weight atop you. They just kept piling, you could hardly feel your legs anymore, the circulation surely cut off below your knees. And more were coming, a never-ending stream of hunger.

Another one landed before you and you had just enough time to catch its shoulders before it was inches away, snapping at your neck. Your arms burned, tears welling in your eyes as you realized this could be it. You didn’t know how much longer you had before they gave out and rotting teeth would be sinking into you, tearing you apart.

The walker kept snapping, so close you could see the layers of rotting flesh peeling from its face. You had been close to walkers before, had stared into the lifeless eyes too many times to count, but this was different. More were coming and the face in the reflection of its eyes was barely recognizable — terror painting every feature you’d known on you distorted.

The bones cracked in its left shoulder and it dislocated, dropping down to centimeters from your skin.

“No,” you sobbed quietly. Daryl wasn’t going to make it, you knew that. He was going to walk in and find his girl as dinner. You hoped he just booked it, and didn’t waste his time trying to save what would long be gone.

The walker fell limp in your arms and you flinched harshly, expecting excruciating pain to follow as it bit. But there was nothing.

“The fuck are ya doing! Get up!”

Daryl was suddenly right before you, ripping each body off your aching limbs and you were now acutely aware of the larger pile by the stairs, all with arrows and stab wounds littering their heads. When had he gotten in here?

You didn’t hear his words, adrenaline coursing so loudly through your system that all that could be heard was a loud, shrill ringing.

“Goddammit girl, wake the fuck up!” he shouted, grabbing you by the shoulders in an attempt to lift you. Your brain caught up then, as he harshly placed you on your feet. Walkers scattered the floor around you, and a grumble at the stairs announced it wasn’t the last of them.

Daryl reached down, grabbed your dropped items, and shoved them in your dumbstruck hands. “We’re gettin’ outta here, now,” he seethed, dragging you along and slamming the door behind you both, crossing the lines of isles quickly to the front entrance.

The fresh, afternoon air hit your nose in a gust and the last of the fuzz chipped itself from your senses slowly.

“Hope yer fuckin happy with yerself. Can’t ever listen to a goddamn word’a mine, can ya?” Daryl quipped beside you. His eyes were slits as they dug into you, so fuming you could see the heat radiating off his skin in the early autumn brisk.

He was angry at you, you knew that. But you also knew it was because he was scared. Hell, you were fucking terrified to stone back there, but if you wanted to calm him down at all, you knew you had to act unfazed.

Gathering any remaining wits about you, you took a deep inhale, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting them.”

He didn’t respond, wouldn’t even look at you anymore as he began to pace the graveled parking lot.

“Hey don’t stress Dar. I’m alive, we’re good,” you attempted to soothe further.

“Don’t stress? Yer a real piece a work, y’know that! Always fucking up everyone’s shit cause ya don’t wanna use yer brain, huh?”

Well, that did not go as you expected.

The rest of the group had started shuffling out of the other shops around you, making their way to the vehicles.

“Jeez, you need to lighten up,” you brushed past him, head high. You couldn’t let his words affect you, not with all the other emotions coursing as well. You didn’t understand what he meant. You had never put anyone other than yourself in danger, how could you possibly be fucking over everyone else?

You decided to wait in the car as the rest of the group went back for the cans, tag-teaming whatever walkers remained. The loot had decently filled both trunks and everyone was happy to call it a day and head back.

Your eyes followed Daryl as he jumped into your car, eyes trained on the windshield, “Ya alright at least?” he muttered glancing at you briefly while shifting the car into drive.

“I’m good, you big grump,” you huffed with a tight-lipped smile. “That much food will last us a long time. I believe a thank you is in order, don’t you think?”

You were not good. Not at all, but there was no reason to worry him anymore, putting him through enough today as it was. Your hands were shoved tightly under your thighs, so he couldn’t see the tremors racking through you.

You had smelt death so many times it didn’t bother you much anymore. Today you had smelt your own. Saw your life in that walker's eyes, mere seconds away from demolition. It was safe to say you were shaken to your core.

The journey back was silent, both not in the mood to chat for very different reasons, and the whole time you were trying to keep each breath of yours steady.

You helped unload as much as you could, before slipping away discreetly to your cell. You didn’t want anyone to see you like this, you felt kind of pathetic honestly. This was life now, it had been this way for a long time now, you shouldn’t be so shaken up as you were but the terror just wouldn’t leave your body.

Panic washed over you once again as your eyes hit your dim cell. Your mind was quickly slipping back into those last moments, the darkness and dust all too similar. The fear you had felt coating your veins icily and your breaths started to become agitated. There was nowhere else to go though. If you left the cell someone would see you.

Subconsciously, you backed yourself into the corner of the room, crumbling down to the floor with your head in your hands. Deep down you hoped your hyperventilating would knock you out. You didn’t want to think anymore — see it anymore. Tears were burning the back of your throat as you held down sobs, feeling the walker's hands and weight atop of you all again.

A small yelp escaped you when the hands became real. Pressure on your shoulders and waist and your head snapped up from its hiding spot, reflexes already prepared to fight whatever presence was with you.

“It’s jus’ me, hey, hey,” you heard through your panic, his blue eyes just recognizable through blurry tears. “S’okay, relax.”

You couldn’t calm down this time, vicious sobs finally breaking their way out of your frame. Running was your first thought; you didn’t want anyone to see you like this, Daryl or not. Emotions were never a strong suit of yours and would always find yourself dealing with them in private, away from sympathetic words and pitying eyes. But Daryl was never like that, he drew you in and held you tight, uttering no more words other than the ones to confirm it was him. If you asked him to say more, he would, but he knew this was what you needed. Someone to ground you back onto Earth and out of whatever images tormented your head.

So that’s what he did. Held you for hours as your body expelled all its terror and lingering adrenaline. He’d give quiet coos through each wave of shakes, grabbing a blanket to warm you through the cold sweats. And finally, once the fear faded to exhaustion, he scooped you up off the stiff concrete and into your soft cot.

“Stay with me?” you rasped, throat parched and raw from crying.

It wasn’t a second thought for him. He was never truly angry with you, and he knew you knew that. He needed you safe with him.

“Always.”

[wileys-russo]

blurb with Mary E realising she’s in love with reader right before the World Cup semi or final (you choose). Mary tries not to let her feelings get in the way and so she pushes you away which eventually leads to you confronting her and her confessing. So bit of softness and a bit of angst for my girl

midnight confessions II m.earps

"mary! get off." your laugh echoed around the pitch as the soaking wet goalkeeper wrapped herself around you, rubbing her wet hair in your face as you squealed, the older girls lips curling into a grin at the noise of your continued laughter.

"you're such a dick maz." you shoved her away with a smile as she finally let you go, the girl pulling your hoodie over your head as it started to drizzle again. "oh you loove me." the blonde grinned teasingly, pressing a kiss to your cheek making you playfully roll your eyes.

"can you imagine once this is filled with people?" you shook your head in awe, your hand slipping into marys as it often did, the keeper squeezing it gently as the two of you wandered your way around the stadium.

"all cheering your name when you score!" mary dropped your hand and ran around pump her fists, mockingly yelling your name over and over as you smacked at her chest with flushed cheeks, overwhelmed at the thought.

"you've been the one who carried us this tournament, seriously mary you should be so proud of yourself. i'm so proud of you!" you hugged the taller girl tightly who instantly melted at your words, resting her chin on your shoulder and mumbling a thank you, the two of you holding one another for a moment before you were both called back in.

"first one inside picks the movie we watch tonight." you challenged as you broke up the hug before sprinting off, hearing the blonde yell in contempt before she chased after you. "loser!" mary cheered with a whoop as she passed you, just entering the tunnel moments before you did.

"not fair your legs are longer!" you huffed, jumping on her back as she carried you away. "thats what you get for cheating. my pick tonight!" mary grinned victoriously.

the two of you would always watch a film in her room on matchday eve, over the course of this tournament together it started off as a one time thing but with time it had become your own little tradition.

"oh hey i have to talk to rach about something, i'll meet you on the bus." you raced off after the keeper carefully placed you back down on your feet, watching you go with a fond smile.

"tooney! delete that." mary shoved the shorter girl beside her who took a photo of her as she appeared by her side. "no. consider this an intervention." ella announced, motioning over alessia who joined the pair as they made their way toward the exit, trailing behind everyone else.

"you, are in denial." ella poked at the keepers chest who frowned. "what are you on about?" mary sighed as alessia slung her arm across her shoulders. "you're in love with her mary." the blonde stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"what? in love with who?" "her."

and with that ella held up her phone, showing mary the photo she'd snapped earlier which did in fact show her looking after you as you'd run off toward rachel, a soft smile on her lips and what anyone else could easily describe as a lovesick look of pining smacked on her face.

"look at how you look at her mary, you're obsessed with the girl." ella spoke now a lot more gently, the keeper pushing her phone away as she looked forward with a frown, alessia and ella sharing a look as the trio paused, lingering in the corridor.

"i'm not, we're just best mates." mary mumbled quietly with a shake of her head, trying to push down the doubts which had begun to swirl around her head. "best mates don't look at one another like that mary." alessia stated softly, squeezing her shoulder gently.

"when something exciting happens, whose the first person you want to tell?" "she is." "when you wake up or go to sleep, whose the person you ring or message?" "she is."

"when you're around her, how do you feel?" "happy? comfortable? relaxed? i don't know!" mary sighed, dragging her hands down her face with a shake of her head.

"i can't do this right now." the blonde stated quietly, shrugging alessias arm off her shoulder and marching off toward the bus, the conversation triggering an explosion of thoughts within her head, all crashing and smashing into one another like dodgem cars.

scrambling onto the bus mary took a seat beside katie, forcing herself to ignore the frown sent her way by you as you'd saved her a seat and tried to wave her over, the two of you normally always sat together.

and it was the same thing at dinner, you'd saved her a seat and grabbed extra food on your plate, knowing the taller girl would always finish before you and end up picking at your dinner, yet another regular routine.

so when she'd sat herself in between millie and rachel, on a table seemingly as far away from you as she could get, your body deflated and you pushed away your plate, now no longer hungry as you tried to riffle through anything you could have done to upset her.

"you need to eat, big game tomorrow. world cup semi finals don't happen every day you know!" lucy bumped her knee against yours, noticing your downtrodden mood and having made multiple attempts throughout dinner to cheer you up to no avail, jordan joining in with just as much success.

"just the nerves i guess, not really hungry." you mumbled, resting your chin on your hand and zoning back out, diving right back into the pool of overthinking about anything you could have done to cause mary to be off with you.

"ai dopey come on then. what's the matter?" lucy tapped at you, giving you a concerned look making you sigh. "yeah you're never this quiet, i almost prefer the headache you give me with your chattering about than this mopey state." jordan added on with a teasing smile.

"mary's off with me and i don't know why. she blanked me on the bus, blanked me after media time, blanked me at dinner, isn't answering my messages. and i dunno what i did wrong!" you frowned, head slumping to rest on your arms with a defeated sigh.

what you missed was the shared look of knowing between the two older girls, both lucy and jordan having played alongside you and mary for years it was safe to say alessia and ella weren't the only ones on the team who wondered why the two of you hadn't ended up together yet.

"maybe she's just nervous for tomorrow too kid. give her some breathing room and then try to go chat to her."

so you gave her space during dinner and for around an hour afterwards as everyone had spent some time bonding, playing a few rounds of never have i ever in the rec room.

then you'd tried speaking with her afterwards but she'd brushed you off again, mumbling that she was tired and not in the mood for a film tonight before hurrying off to her room.

"hey, you alright?" alessia appeared beside you as you watched mary disappear into the elevator, the younger girl having noticed marys strange behavior toward you and feeling an abundance of guilt that it had clearly been caused by her and ellas attempts to get her to acknowledge her feelings.

"has mary said anything about being upset with me?" you asked with a frown as alessia shook her head, trying to pull you into a game of darts with her and ella which you declined, thanking her for the offer before marching off toward the elevator.

you crossed your arms and tapped your foot impatiently after you'd almost knocked your best friends door in, knuckles tingling from the force as a few more moments passed and you raised your hand to knock again.

only before you could it clicked open, a tired looking mary appearing as you pushed past her into the room before she could even say a word. "i said i was really tir-"

"what have i done? why are you upset with me?" you sat down on her bed and cut her off, eyebrows knitted into a deep frown as mary tried her best to ignore the obvious hurt which shone through your eyes, no doubt caused by her actions this afternoon.

"nothing, i'm not upset with you." "then why have you been avoiding me all afternoon?" "i haven't, i've just been busy with the girls." "bullshit. you've been blanking me ever since the pitch inspection."

"maz please, if i've done anything at all to upset you can we just talk about it? i hate being like this with you, you're my favorite person and right now it feels like you're a million kilometers away." you asked a lot more softly, voice cracking a little with the vulnerable confession.

"you've not done anything so there isn't anything to talk about." mary repeated firmly, busying herself re-folding her already neatly folded uniforms for tomorrow, purposefully avoiding your gaze which didn't go unnoticed by you.

"then why can't you even look at me mary!" you raised your voice slightly, the blonde wincing but still refusing to turn around as her hands shook slightly, desperately fighting how much she so badly wanted to just wrap you up in her arms right now.

you waited a few more moments, giving her as ample an opportunity as you could to speak up but when you rewarded with only silence your body crumpled.

"whatever, be like that then." you mumbled quietly, shoulders sagging as you stood to your feet, shuffling back toward her door and not even sparing her a glance.

"hey no wait." the keeper dropped the shirt in her hand and hurried toward you, hand slamming the door back closed as you tugged it open, her taller form hovering behind you.

"there is something going on but its not something you've done." mary admitted quietly, taking a step back as you turned with a confused look on your face. "well then talk to me about it. we talk about everything!" you affirmed softly, reaching out to take her hands, face falling as the older girl took a step back and pulled her hands away from you.

"fine, i won't push you." you sighed in defeat, mary throwing back her head with a silent groan of frustration, reaching out to grab you by the arm as you tried to open the door again.

"i think i'm in love with you." the keeper rambled out quickly before her mind could tell her to stop, allowing her body's jerky impulse to take over as she bit down on her bottom lip, terrified for your reaction to her realisation.

"you're the first person i think of when i wake up and the last when i go to sleep. you're the one person in the whole world who i think actually gets me and you believe in me sometimes more than i think i could ever believe in myself. actually no i know im in love with you and i think i have been for quite a while now which probably sounds super weird? because well we've never kissed or been on a date or done anything even remotely romantic but-"

at your lack of response mary opened her mouth and continued to word vomit, her lovesick and nervous ramblings cut short as your cherry red lips suddenly found themselves pressed softly against hers.

at the heavenly sensation mary's knees buckled and she grabbed onto your waist to steady herself, needing to physically touch you to make sure this was really happening as you pulled away once the two of you needed to come up for air, chests slightly heaving at the unexpectedly feverish kiss.

"i think i might just be in love with you too."

[bbanghiitomi]

THE SAME PLACE AND DIFFERENT TIME

pairing: kim minji x fem reader

trope: fish out of water! childhood friends! first love! little bit of angst! fluff!

waking up feels weird for y/n again, inside the body of a first year college student, her little young soul is stuck somewhere she doesn't want to be. peeking on the window of her colorless room, it's an ordinary sunday, clear skies with no clouds and her view is blocked by buildings. it's so boring sitting here inside her room, a bed with no presence of a certain person she longs for. there's almost no time for her, the world is too fast and there's always something to look forward for.

but lately, her days have become more boring, it feels like she's starting to lose the meaning of a secret world she used to have as a child. consumed by sadness and boredom, y/n doesn't really know what to do, she's stuck inside her dorm maybe for a few more years?

"no, i shouldn't sulk like this..." y/n mentally sighs as she stands up from her bed and walks towards her study table. she hasn't changed one bit, at least that's what she thinks, she's the same old kid who hates sitting around looking sad, someone who persists through every conflict and is spontaneous.

if minji were to see her again, would she think the same?

y/n have always wondered about that, when she thinks of minji, she starts to miss the tall girl again, like always since she left to study far from her home. y/n at first liked to believe it hasn't been that long, until maybe a few more years passed because she hopes when she comes back, minji would remember her again.

but in reality, it's been more than 2 years, 5 years to be exact... in that amount of time, how many memories did minji make without y/n? how many people did she meet?

how long did she ever think about y/n? when every hour felt like another day without warmth for y/n.

does she care for y/n anymore? the thought is extremely scary, thinking about being forgotten is scary...

y/n sits on her chair, grabbing her laptop as she opens it and looks at an email from her school, after her test, the school announces a break for the students and it's 4 weeks.

enough time to go back to gangwon province and maybe see minji again.

"no!" y/n shakes her head as she buries her face on her palms, the warmth of embarrassment spreads around her face. will she even remember me? y/n thinks to herself as she sighs, stretching her arms to her table and leaning over to it, her fingers touching the small and fuzzy bear figurine that minji have gifted her before, there's a smaller version of it, the baby bear.

back then, there really wasn't a lot to worry about, just when y/n's piano practice starts or when minji needs to go back home. back then, these feelings she had for minji were all just something to laugh about and forget tomorrow, but it turned into something bigger the longer she looks for minji.

times used to be more simple and minji used to be enough for her to reach, maybe she have wished for too much and that dream she had since she was little came true, but now y/n feels lonely.

the girl also comes across her last messages to minji, before everything went radio silent.

"sorry!" as if she have caused minji some trouble again.

"it's okay. message me again when you're free." minji sent her.

"okay!" y/n's reply and she hasn't gotten any free time ever since.

should she really come back? is the biggest question she wants to know right now, before she spends her break rotting on her bed all day long.

luckily, y/n's parents came to the rescue, they've been planning on building a small house in a small town in the province and they wanted to hear her thoughts. that means y/n can have an actual reason to go back...

on her way home in the car, y/n sits behind and listens as her parents converse. "what have our daughter been doing? we missed you so much." y/n's mother pipes in, the girl gives her mother a smile before leaning towards her mother's seat. "a lot actually, i didn't know there's a lot to do in college."

her father's laughs, shaking her head. "you'll get used to it kid, we've been living in the city for 5 years... things will get more rocky in the future." he says, y/n nods and smiles at her father. "i understand." she mutters.

her mother smiles endearingly at the interaction before looking behind her daughter who immediately meets her gaze, "don't you want to see minji?" she asks, y/n raises her brows and purses her lips before leaning back to the backseat and shrugging.

"i actually don't know if i want to..." she admits, sighing before laughing and shaking her head. "it's just that, it's been 5 years." she adds, y/n's father takes a peek at his daughter and looks at his wife before back at the road.

"didn't we talk to her family last week?" he asks, y/n's mother perks up and nods, looking at their daughter, who then gives them both a confused look.

"oh right! we missed the town so much, we decided to build a home again in the same neighborhood." y/n looks at her parents and squints her eyes at them before speaking. "okay? and what did you guys talk about?" the parents look at each other before laughing.

"a lot, about the house, the town, the city, university and you! minji said she misses you." y/n's father say and y/n cannot help the way her eyes widens. "o-oh... really?" she mutters.

her mother nods with a bright smile. "she said, you seem very busy and she was wondering why you weren't with us." y/n fixes her hair and the way she sits, before raising her index finger. "so, what do you guys plan to do there?" she asks.

her father looks straight to the road, occasionally peeking at his daughter from time to time. "well, minji's family owns a small inn, right? we can stay there for a while, talk about what we want our house to look like." he shrugs, y/n nods and gives her parents a small smile.

"i won't mind that. i wish it would look like our old house though." the girl receives nods from her parents and it didn't take them any longer until they finally arrived their old town.

standing in the middle of the street, y/n looks rather... lost? or maybe she is, the day is about to end and y/n starts to hear crickets all over the place. it's as if she's never been in this town, there's so many turns, left and right and it's making her head dizzy.

there weren't that much people too, it's like she's in a ghost town! it's not like this in the city, so bustling and loud, full of life.

and y/n starts to wonder whether she was really from this place, did she really grow up here? why does this place look so unfamiliar? just a few moments ago, y/n walked away from the inn before she could even see minji, wanting to gain enough courage to talk to the tall girl again.

and now here she is, lost in the town, not sure where to go. this moment made y/n realize she's changed, a lot... that maybe she really wasn't the same person she was before. the small y/n would never be lost like this...

still, y/n wants to find her way back home, even if she doesn't know where.

"do you still know this way?" y/n hears someone behind her and she immediately turns her body around to look at the familiar face of her childhood friend.

"m-minji..." she can only mutter, minji laughs and walks towards the girl. "why did you leave? when i went to welcome your family to the inn, you were nowhere." y/n shakes her head and puts a hand on her face and she sighs.

"i just wanted to walk around..." though, it was clearly a lie. minji nods and raises her hand as if to gesture y/n to follow. "let's go back to the inn." minji tells the girl, a very endearing and totally not charming smile on her face.

the girl nods and tucking in lost strands of her hair behind her ear before watching minji walk past her and the girl follows immediately.

minji doesn't look back but she's smiling, it's nerve-wracking, y/n doesn't know what to really say as if the words are stuck in her throat. no motivation to fight for her feelings.

"so, how's the city? i heard many great things come from there." minji starts, looking behind. the girl looks at minji and sees the smile on minji's face, her round eyes and very recognizable lips. y/n looks down with a blush on her cheeks and then back up at minji again as she laughs. "oh it's fine, i grew kind of tired of the noise and how boring the city could be." y/n answers, minji blinks twice before turning to the road again.

as they walk, they see kids frolic around the area, to the park and around some corners of the village. seeing that makes y/n reminisce about the past again, how fun and simple it was, what did change? she wonders.

"wasn't it your dream? you told me before." minji remembers that, but remembering it reminded you that you wanted that dream for your parents, because it's a big thing.

"my parents' actually, but then again, their dreams are mine." y/n sees minji nod, her back turned to y/n again as they walk and finally reach the inn. surprisingly, your parents weren't that upset, very understanding too. "thank god minji was there earlier, we knew she'd pick you up right away." y/n's father walks over to minji and pats her shoulder.

"so happy to see you again kid! i'm sure my daughter is too." minji smiles at y/n's father, nodding her head before looking at y/n, who cannot find a way to avoid the other girl. "that's great to know. have you brought your things up inside your inn already, sir?" she asks, and y/n's parents nod.

"we did! don't worry, by the way we should get going for now. we haven't gotten dinner." y/n's mother waves her hand towards minji and leaves with her husband, y/n stops walking in front of minji and looks at her parents before back at minji.

"thanks... i hope i didn't bother you." she smiles apologetically and fixes her hair, minji feels her heart beating as she looks at the girl. minji shrugs and shakes her palms that are starting to get wet. "nope, it's okay. you should get some rest now."

"okay, see you tomorrow." they stare at each other for a good 3 minutes before y/n looks away and starts walking unusually faster to their inn.

"you left the construction site?" minji asks the girl, who looks up from where she was sitting and stands up, fixing her skirt. minji's eyes went to look at y/n's skirt and immediately, like nothing happened up at y/n's eyes.

"uh huh." she says, nodding her head before laughing sheepishly. "i got bored and yeah, i want to do something else." y/n says, minji nods and puts her hands on the pocket of her pants.

"you haven't changed a bit." minji says, letting out a small chuckle. y/n look up back at her, raising an eyebrow at the tall girl. "what?" she whispers, minji walks behind a bit. "i mean, i don't think you changed at all. you're still the same girl from before." y/n feels her cheeks blaze as she nods, humming.

the playground is empty in the middle of the day, when kids are at school, just like it was before. it's almost as if it was the same place, and yes it was but... it also feels like the same time, y/n doesn't feel like she's grown any older.

yes, minji looked more mature, looked prettier, taller and her hair grew longer and more silky.

"really? i always thought i've changed a lot." y/n tells minji, she receives a smile from the other girl. "well, you looked prettier now. but other than that, you wear the same type of clothes." y/n blinks when minji says that she turned prettier... y/n blinks again and laughs sheepishly, looking down on her skirt.

"ah yeah, i feel more like myself in these." truth to be told, it's more on projection. thinking about how much she's changed mentally is tiring, it's like the life in city left her caged with nothing to do but the same thing. the only way she can relived her past self is by wearing the same clothes she used to wear.

minji looks at y/n's clothes and back the the girl's face. "it's nice. living in the city, i'm surprised you're still hesitant about your looks." minji chuckles and scratches the back of her head, y/n blinks her eyes twice and then away. "i just feel like sometimes i don't feel right in my own clothes."

"you look right, amazing even." minji shrugs before offering her hand to y/n. "it's been so long since i last saw you." minji adds, y/n stretches her arm and opens her hand to hold minji's, the texture of minji's palm never changes, despite all the work she does in their house it's still soft.

"i'm sorry if i couldn't even message you..." y/n says, recalling the times she couldn't make any time to reply or even hit minji up. minji shrugs and caress y/n's hand. "i understand, it's not easy being in college. i hope you're fine though..." y/n smiles at minji and puts another hand on their hands.

"i'm so glad to see you again, it feels so weird..." y/n purses her lips before sighing and speaking again. "it's like i'm going around chasing a bunny, then again i'm lost." minji nods, tilting her head to get a better look of your face.

"some people really don't understand the secret this world has." there's so much to do, so much to eat, so much to say, so many to love and care for. there's not enough time to do everything but the most. y/n looks up at minji as the tall girl speaks. "you told me before right? that happiness are those small things."

at the end of the day, y/n is just a crybaby.

in this bright world full of fantastic things, there's no time to feel bored.

"yeah... and we used to eat cookies, and almost i don't know what i was doing before." y/n laughs, minji looks away. there's a blooming, ticklish, funny feeling inside minji when she's here holding your hands, it's the same giddy feeling while playing stupid games before, the same feeling looking at your face but this feeling was never there for anyone else.

"you used to never think twice, no matter how crucial it is. you also used to get lost a lot too, then i'd look for you." minji says, y/n giggles and brings their hands closer to her chest. "thinking about those stuff, feels like looking at a picture book right?" y/n says, minji nods.

the skies are turning orange, and kids are running towards the playground. maybe the reason the little kid y/n was before didn't get lost because she had minji.

"you used to always get in trouble..." minji laughs and y/n shakes her head, whining. "i was just really annoying!"

it's such a ridiculous story, feels like no one will believe. seeing minji's face again, the patch of mud on the sidewalk and the kids frolicking around in their own world.

"i missed you a lot." minji speaks again, this time her voice sounded more delicate as if she meant every one of her word. it's been so long, days, weeks, months and years have passed but minji still remembers y/n.

the girl looks at minji as if she's about to cry, because those words mean a lot to her. y/n nods, letting go of minji's hand before she steps and wraps her arms around minji. "i missed you too!" y/n sobs, causing minji to laugh.

"come on, are you really just gonna weep like that?" minji teases, y/n buries her head on minji's shoulder, wiping her tears on the taller girl's shirt. "seriously..." y/n whispers.

minji pats y/n's back, an arm around the girl's waist. "ah, it's getting darker." minji mutters, y/n ignores her and sobs again. "i really think of you a lot, when i look at my last message to you... i wish i can do something about it." y/n whispers, her voice cracking every syllable.

"you know i'm not going anywhere, right?" minji whispers back, putting her hand on top of y/n's head. y/n nods, it's not about that. the girl hates the idea of being away from minji again, she's hated that idea but seeing minji again, like this... makes her hate it even more.

minji isn't leaving but minji is also not going to be there always, it's not about whether she's going to leave or not... after all those years, her little silly feelings for minji, turned into something bigger and more serious, when she yearns for minji's warmth that space inside her heart turns more shallow.

maybe, y/n is scared minji might find someone else...

"don't look for anyone else other than me..." y/n whispers, minji widens her eyes as she hears what was said. minji turns her head to take a peek of y/n's face, but all the girl did was bury her face deeper on minji's neck.

"what do you mean?" this is it. this must be really it.

y/n may feel guilty for sounding selfish admitting that she hates the idea that minji will find someone who'll love her too.

"i... i want to be honest, ever since i left i started to miss you more everyday, it feels like it was never gonna end." y/n takes a sharp breath. feeling the way her heart squeezes as if pouring out all the feelings she's harbored for minji on those years they were away from each other.

it feels like she's inside a woods, lost inside the forest with nowhere to go except the only path she can see.

"it was so long... everything feels like it's the same everyday. people around me moved on, went past and never looked back. i couldn't because i feel it too deeply, and i love too much..." y/n pulls away from minji, letting go of the tall girl... that also forced minji to let her hands off of y/n.

"i didn't want to be left alone, i didn't want to think of you with someone else!" y/n sees the way minji looks at her, the tall girl looks at the playground, the kids are all going home.

y/n puts her hand on her face, wiping her stupid tears away.

"i never looked for anyone else but you... i see you on and off on your account, it gives me hope that you're still there. we're stuck on the same memory, i think of you too a lot." minji shrugs as she speaks and reaches for y/n's hand, minji hears y/n trying to suppress her tears.

"y/n? are you serious?" minji chuckles and holds y/n's hand tighter. the girl looked confused, she tucks in strands of stray hair behind her ear. minji sighs. "i take my time to let you know i'm just here for you to lean on to, stupid messages, so short but it's alright because i know you're okay." minji continues, her other hand reaches for y/n's shoulder.

y/n was silent, she looks like she's hesitating but in reality, there's nothing but minji inside her head.

"it's because i like you!" y/n opens her mouth and stares at minji, surprised about what she had said. minji leans her head closer, seeing y/n blink her eyes and lifting her hands to cover her face.

minji hears y/n whine and she holds the girl's shoulders. "hey..."

"i don't why? we only talk through messages and they're not even that long! i've tried to hard to get rid of these feelings but it's not working! you're really the only one i want..." y/n grumbles, her voice is muffled but still audible that it makes minji smile to see how intense the girl's feelings are for her.

"i understand." minji states as she moves her hand to hold y/n's nape, pulling her closer and making the girl take her hands off of her face until their foreheads touch. minji holds y/n's waist with her other hand. "don't ever change, okay? you and your feelings, don't change." minji whispers.

y/n hears the crickets and then maybe her own heartbeat, distracted by the way minji looks at her eyes... it could be the street lamps but minji's eyes looks like she has the whole milky way galaxy in them.

minji laughs as she feels how warm y/n has gotten.

out of nowhere, the tall girl leans to kiss y/n on the lips, not that long but enough for y/n to feel it linger all over her.

the wind blows, but suddenly it's not so cold here anymore.

minji doesn't give y/n any time to react and immediately pulls her in a hug. "dummy. i love you too, okay? you're not alone." minji mutters.

y/n lowers her head, leaning on minji's shoulder and she finds herself diving in deeper in their hug. "gosh, this feels like it's not real..." y/n mutters, minji laughs again and places a kiss on y/n's cheek.

"but it is real, wanna go back to the inn?" minji asks, gently lifting y/n from the ground, causing the girl to shriek and laugh.

and it's fun like that, exploring new feelings and diving in it without thinking much. it's fun basking on its wonderful effects, how amazing love can be or just how unpredictable circumstances are sometimes.

it's another day, y/n feels like she dreams a lot now. she doesn't want to forget her dreams.

when the girl sits up, she opens her eyes and sees how blurry her vision was. the girl rubs her eyes for a few seconds, before opening them again.

she was greeted by the pink walls of her room, exactly the same copy of her childhood room but without the stains of time.

was she dreaming? y/n peeks on her window, a very sunny day with bright skies and clouds all over the blue horizon.

just an ordinary day.

y/n looks on the floor of her room, her shoes with a patch of mud on it.

thankfully, she wasn't dreaming at all.

the door of her room opens, from the shoes, y/n looks up to see minji smiling at her. "hey, it's 11am already." the girl says, y/n smiles and jumps off of her bed, running towards minji and embracing the tall girl in a hug.

"ah! thank you!" y/n rubs her cheek on minji's shoulder, humming. the tall girl looks at her girlfriend, confused. "what happened?" she asks.

y/n shakes her head and laughs. thinking that what if everything was a dream? y/n was scared that once she opens her eyes, minji will be out of reach again. but she's wrong, minji is here.

"nothing, i'm so happy you're here again! and that you wake me up before it gets late." y/n says, minji nods and pats y/n's head, sighing. "ah yeah, come on we have somewhere to go." minji pulls y/n out of her room, their laughter is heard across the corridor as they walk to the dining room.

y/n might have been lost on her way home, maybe it took her too long to find her way back... but she's back! that's all that matters, minji is with her to guide her wherever she goes, just like when they were younger.

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Loving her is red (Referee's Version) II Lauren Hemp x Reader

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After the draw against Chelsea most of the Manchester City teammates decided to go to their favourite bar and get a little drunk. Especially the two English players who got a red card in the game were on their best way to be a bit more than slightly drunk. The last one who joined them was Leila Ouahabi who got two yellow cards in their first WSL game this season in London, playing against Westham. Slightly worried she looked at the younger forward:” Hempito, how many shots did you already have?” Afterwards she waved at her other teammates with a bright smile on her face: Hola chicas!”

With a teasing smile on her lips Alex explained to the Spanish defender:“ Lauren’s trying to get to 81 because that’s the minute she got her red card.” “Don’t remind me of that, Al!”, the younger blonde whined. The Manchester City captain kept joking:“ I only have to get to 38 shots at least.” “You’re not serious, chicas! That’s loco!” “No shit, Leila. They’re obviously not.”, Chloe Kelly interjected giggling. Red faced Leila apologized: “Sorry, I don’t always get your British sense of humour.” “You’ll get used to it.”, Laura Coombs reassured her with a soft smile. Confidently Ellie Roebuck nodded, while hugging the brunette from behind: “Definitely.”

Meanwhile Alex handed her a couple of full glasses: “Here, those drinks are for you. For getting a red last week.” “Gracias.”, the dark-haired woman mumbled. A bright grin appeared on the blonde’s face: “De nada.”

“Drink!”, Lauren shouted into the Spanish defender’s ear.  A loud laugh escaped her mouth before starting to taste her first drink of the night:“Okay, alright.” “Good!”, the younger forward replied, clearly satisfied.  Her reaction made Leila laugh even harder:” She gets bossy when she drinks.”  “Drink your drink.”

“Hempo. Leave her alone.”, Alex rolled her eyes as she cut through that conversation. “Fine.”, Lauren sighed. To the brunette their skipper said:” Don’t worry, it’s just the red card.” “Is it? Where’s Hempitos girlfriend?”, Leila asked empathetically, instinctively feeling that Lauren could need her love right now after such an awful match with a terrible result for her.

With a sympathetic smile Chloe answered: “Working.” “Still?”, Leila glanced surprised at her teammates. “She called after the game to talk to Hempo and we said we’d go out for a few drinks first.”, Laura added. “Oh okay.” Smiling the older woman tried to put her at ease: “She’ll pick her up later.”

Alex addressed the round of football players excitedly; “More drinks anyone?“ “Yes!“, Lauren nodded violently. “And apart from Hempo?“, the blonde defender laughed. “Me too.“, Filippa Angeldal joined in, while Ellie yelled; “Esme and me too!“ Esme Morgan sat next to their goalkeeper with reddened cheeks; “Exactly.“

While Alex ordered them more drinks, Chloes face darkened; “Guys?“ Khiara Keating, the youngest the group, looked up from her phone; “Huh?“ “Where’s Hempo? Her seat’s empty. Did anyone see her leave?“, the striker asked with her eyebrows drawn together in confusion. Esme turned around in her seat, looking for her team mate; “Lauren? Where are you?“ Leila did the same on the other side of their table, even getting up from her chair; “Hempito?“

As a slight nervousness spread among the football players, Lauren jumped out from under the table with a loud; “Boo!“ The mischievous smile on her face let everyone know that she was incredibly proud of herself. “Don’t scare us like that!“, Alanna Kennedy scolded her, but still shook her head in amusement. Lauren could barely contain her laughter; “You should have seen your faces!“ Annoyed, Chloe rolled her eyes; “That was not funny!“ “Yes, it was.“, Lauren kept giggling.

Several drinks later, Ellie took one look at Lauren slumped down in her chair and announced; ���I think it’s time for Hempo to leave.“ Outraged she immediately sat up; “What do you mean?!“ “I’m calling her girlfriend.“, Alex decided. With glassy eyes, Lauren pleaded; “Oh come on. Don’t be boring.“ But she was slurring her words enough to make even Alex who had her fair share of drinks shake her head.

You were only mildly surprise when your girlfriends teammate called. You knew you were supposed to pick Lauren up but you were expecting her to call you herself. “Alex?“ “Hey. I think your girlfriend had enough. Will you come pick her up?“, she explained more loudly than necessary. “Yes, of course. I’ll be there soon.“, you nodded and ended the call. You just came home from work, so you were still in your shoes and jacket. All that was left to do was grab the keys and walk over to the bar.

Luckily the way was not that far, and it did not take you too long to find the celebrating football players in the room. “Hi girls. Come on time to leave Lauren.”, you chirmed. Happy about the fact that the women did not seem to be that sad about the loss anymore. Determined your girlfriend shook her head:”Nooo.” “Do you need help with her?”, Ellie offered in a friendly tone. Politely you replied: “No, I think we’ll be fine.” “Wait.”, Laura interjected, a warm smile on her lips. “What?”, you looked confused at her. Slightly out of breath Chloe explained: “Here. Coombsy made me run across the street to the chip shop to bring you some food you can eat at home.” “Oh, thank you, Chloe. This is really thoughtful of you.”, you told them moved by their gesture.

Smirking Leila observed: “She will need it.” “I think so too.”, you admitted while making sure that Lauren was ready to go and did not left any of her belongings at the bar. Quickly Laura hugged you and her younger teammate who got red carded earlier: “Good night, you two.” “Night, everyone.”, you waved at them.

Amused Chloe shouted: “Good luck getting her home.” “Thanks, I’ll need it.”, you answered laughing before turning to your girlfriend, let’s go love.” “Ugh fine.”, Lauren groaned, obviously not too excited about being one of the earliest to leave the team party.

After some fresh air on the way to your appartement you mumbled relieved:” We’re home.” “Finally. Can’t wait for my bed.”, the blonde yawned. Suddenly she felt the tension which the forward felt all day escaping her body as she was taking the first step into your appartement.

Her physical reaction did not go unnoticed by you:” That game has been a lot, right? Sorry, I couldn’t be there because of work.” “I know that. Actually.. I’m glad you didn’t come. The game was just overall shit.”, Lauren confessed. Still, you felt a little guilty for not coming to the football match: “I could’ve been there for you.”

As you two had been childhood sweethearts long before you had a name for what you two felt for eachother you tried to come to every home game your girlfriend had, and it did not matter the weather. But as you two became young adults sometimes work forbid the tradition you held dearly.

“No, you couldn’t. I was on the pitch.”, the forward reminded you softly.  A sad smile appeared on your face as you kissed her forehead: “You’re right but I can be here for you now.” “It’s cool. Really. Proud of the girls for taking the point home. We could’ve lost 0:5.”, the blond muttered.

“Your team is really incredible.“, you nodded, thinking not only of the game but also of the familiar atmosphere at the bar a few minutes ago. Lauren let herself fall back onto your bed while kicking her shoes off; “They are. I love them.“ “I can tell.“, you replied slightly moved and changed into your Pyjamas.

Your girlfriend watched you from the bed; “Do you know what else I like?“ “Our bed?“, you laughed. Lauren smiled back at you; “That too!“ “And you?“, you prompted her to go on. „Bananas!“, she finally revealed happily. Surprised you paused and raised an eyebrow; “Are you hungry? I could get you one.“ “No, we still have the food the others gave us.“, she reminded you and then seemed to remember what she actually wanted to say; “Did you know that there are over 1.000 types of bananas?“ “Uhm, no. But that’s really interesting.“, you answered politely as you slipped into bed with her.

Excitedly, Lauren nodded; “I know, right?“ “What made you think of bananas?“ Your girlfriend snorted; “They’re yellow. Like the cards I’ve gotten. Doesn’t make sense that yellow plus yellow makes red.“ “No, it does not.“, you agreed, feeling sad for her because that topic was still so present in her mind. “I mean why red? That’s so aggressive.“, she kept going. Carefully, you put a hand in her hair; “You can’t stop thinking about it, huh?“ “No.“, she admitted. Her eyes were wet again and her lower lip trembled.

“Come here.“ You pulled her towards you, gently stroking her face. Laurens tears never came. She just swallowed hard; “It’s stupid, I know. We all know the ref made a lot of bad decisions today. But it still feels like I did something bad.“ “You did nothing wrong, love.“, you assured her. “I still won’t get to play the next few games.“ “I know…“ Sighing, Lauren sat up again; “I want some chips. You too?“ “Yes.“ She got out of bed to go into the kitchen where you put down the food. With the paper bag in hand, your girlfriend wanted to know: “Can we eat in bed?“ “Sure.“ Lauren cozied back up in bed with you and you two ate in silence.

The greasy food seemed to help with the alcohol. “Do you feel better?“, you wanted to know from your girlfriend. Shoving more chips into her mouth, she nodded; “Yes. They’re so good.“ “Agreed.“ “I guess I just needed some food.“, Lauren shrugged, grinning. You quietly laughed; “Seems like it.“ “So good.“, your girlfriend mumbled before laying down and closing your eyes.

You gently cleared the bed from the trash, pulled the blanket over Laurens body and kissed her forehead; “Sleep well, Lauren.“ It was quiet for a while when the football player suddenly said; “Hey?“ “Hm?“, you answered, now sleepy yourself. “Love you.“ A smile appeared on your face because your girlfriend finally sounded content; “I love you too.“

Sorry this is not our best work but we hope you still enjoy this one. 🩵

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What I Quickly Thought about What If...? Season Two

For those who don’t know, I’m one of the few people who actually enjoyed What If…? Season One for what it was. Did it take advantage of telling interesting tales with the MCU, giving us intense glimpses of these universes that showed us what COULD HAVE been? Not all the time. Was it still good dumb fun? To me it was. And that’s pretty much what What If…?, as a concept, was, even in the comics. Yeah, you got interesting stuff like “What if Spider-Man never became a crime fighter?” or “What if Daredevil was raised by The Kingpin?” but it also had stuff like “What if the Original Marvel Bullpen Became the Fantastic Four?” or “What if Sargent Fury Fought World War Two in Outer Space?” The comics were less about high-concepts and more about writers doing whatever the hell they wanted with the Marvel Universe and being able to have fun with it because, well, none of it was canon. The same applied to the MCU’s What If…?, as it was a chance for the writers to do a murder mystery with the Avengers or make T’Challa fix the universe as Star-Lord. They can kill characters, make dumb(er) jokes, and play around with the heroes and villains in the MCU like they were action figures. And I’m into that. Don’t get me wrong, I would love more episodes like “What if…Doctor Strange lost his heart instead of his hands?” or “What if…Ultron won?” as they DO have a lot of great moments and show off what these characters are capable of than what the movies/shows proved. But at the same time, I didn’t mind watching the big buff lady that is Captain Carter kill Nazis or watch Spider-Man and a band of heroes try to survive a zombie apocalypse. It’s a show where everyone is meant to just sit back, turn their brain off, and have some fun while occasionally getting something interesting. Again, just like the comics.

So when Season Two got announced, I was genuinely excited. I like Season One and I wanted more of it. Then when the trailer came out with an episode list, I thought, “Okay, this could be the show embracing comic book wackiness.” Now, not a lot of people were into that…In fact, the majority said that a lot of these concepts weren’t even interesting and were, instead, kind of lame. I don’t get it, maybe because I’m in the exact mindset the MCU wants me to have with this series, but I was still looking forward to Season Two. The question is, was it worth it? Well, let’s quickly go over each episode to find out.

Spoilers Ahead

What If…Nebula Joined the Nova Corps?: Ooooooooh, what a great start. Watching Nebula act as a cop/detective, but with her cold, deadpan badassery still intact was a ton of fun in this dark, gritty setting made for this new version of her. I loved watching this new version of Nebula make her way through a darkened Xandar, with her never straying from this oath and acting as it should be intended, all while teaming up with Howard the Duck of all characters. Like, I kind of enjoy seeing Howard turn out to be this sleazy casino owner who treats Nebula as a true friend despite them working on opposite ends of the law. The concept itself is funny and execution is endearing with Seth Green giving much needed charm to the character. It’s part of the fun of What If…?: Showing characters who couldn’t interact in the movies or didn’t have much screen time and allowing them another chance to shine…Unfortunately, that’s not always a good thing. Because while I love seeing a character like Howard make a surprisingly good comeback, watching Yon-Rog, one of the more boring MCU villains, show up and lack any intrigue or fun is just…no. And then there’s Nova Prime who decided to betray the entire Corp by taking down the force field…Something that was HER idea to do and, given the pull she had, could have done at any point. Why string Nebula along when Nova Prime could have just made the ruling herself that the force field needed to be taken down? A friend of mine tried explaining how it could make sense, but I don’t know. It doesn’t change this weird got while watching. But while flawed, it was pretty cool to see this new setting in the MCU, carried by Nebula as the Super Nova (Love that name, by the way. It’s perfect). The plot has a big ol’ hole, not every character return works, but it gave me a half-hour of fun so I’m not complaining (Get used to that thought process, by the way).

What If…Peter Quill Attacked Earth’s Mightiest Heroes?: And this one’s a little rough around the edges. It’s fun to see this alternate version of the Avengers form to fight a Peter Quill who has Ego’s powers, but it feels like the entire episode is on fast-forward, almost like this is what would happen if the first Avengers movie needed to be made thirty-minutes long. It’s sort of the downside of What If having a half-hour runtime, where it has to both tell a story and introduce us to this new universe in under thirty minutes. It’s the same with the comics that had less than thirty pages to do the exact same thing, only to feel longer because comic writers in the seventies and eighties don’t know how to shut the hell up. The end result is a story that’s fine ENOUGH, but it would have benefited with more time to slow down and let us appreciate this new team of old heroes. I mean, we have the original Captain Mar-Vel, T’Challa’s father, and even Goliath, which would have been AWESOME to see them play a big role. But instead, the episode focuses on Hank Pym, Bucky, and THOR, somehow, making these other heroes valued members but also a bit of an afterthought. Also, despite this being a different version of the Avengers, they somehow make MORE quips than the original team, with few of it feeling like it’s in character. It has the same problem as Age of Ultron where everyone is cracking jokes at every second as much as they can, and it HIGHLY depends on your willingness to stomach that kind of  thing if you’re willing to watch this episode. That and if you’re willing to forgive a character doing this STUPID AND RISKY thing that worked out for the better but doesn’t change how stupid and risky it is. Overall, this whole episode is a very interesting idea mixed with some very FLAWED execution that spoils the fun to be had.

What If…Happy Hogan Saved Christmas?: Now this? All kinds of fun to be had with this one. The return of Justin Hammer of all villains isn’t something I thought I needed, but I heavily enjoyed watching what’s basically the anti-Tony Stark show up and be his most despicably charming self. It was a blast to watch this scrawny little twink TRY and act intimidating as he dances all over the place. It makes him feel more and more like a cartoon villain, which is appropriate for yuletide fun. You don’t NEED a menacing presence for Christmas, you need a GOOF. And Hammer’s the goofiest with his lame catchphrases and very STUPID dancing, I couldn’t get enough of it. But the real star is Happy, who gets juiced up for an adaptation I NEVER would have expected from the MCU. The Freak is one of the sides to Happy that not many fans would know about unless they’ve immersed themselves with Iron Man lore (Or read a shit load of comics for the past two years like me), but it really is cool to see that side of him brought to life. The way Happy looks and moves like more of a manic Hulk on crack does great at setting him apart from the Jolly Green Monster we know and love, but also makes The Freak feel more unique from how he was in the comics. It was a blast of a holiday special with the only downside is that Darcy’s OCCASIONALLY annoying. Not much other than that, though, as this is the best Christmas present I could ask from Marvel.

What If…Iron Man Crashed Into the Grandmaster?: Fun fact, this was originally meant to be in Season One but was cut due to time constraints. Yeah, remember how weird it was that the Watcher plucked a version of Gamora we didn’t know? Well, now we finally know…through a story that’s primarily about Tony Stark that makes me wonder why the hell The Watcher didn’t take him.

But facts and jokes aside, I loved the shit out of this episode. There are probably going to be some cynics out there saying that the cars and the race is an excuse to sell toys or LEGO sets or some shit, but I don’t care because everything about it was AWESOME!. Not to mention that it lit up a special place in my heart and brain to watch Tony Stark be a hero again, not hesitating to save lives, putting everything on the line, and helping bring Gamora into the light, all while still being his snarky, Starky self. And huge props to Mick Wingert voicing him, who doesn’t sound like Robert Downy Jr at ALL, but still nails the energy and mannerisms. I can picture RDJ saying all of these lines and it helps make this feel like one last Iron Man story for the fans. Seeing the Grandmaster again was ALSO a plus, as he was his same goofy-self. As for the real hook of this episode, Gamora, she’s…fine. I don’t love that it’s Tony that helped her redemption arc since I always preferred how turning against Thanos was something Gamora decided for herself instead of this thing that someone brought out. It’s not a BAD idea, but it’s something that might have worked better with NEBULA, a character that could actually USE convincing, instead of Gamora, a character who would likely go to Stark to help kill Thanos. Still, I don’t HATE it, nor do I hate the episode. It was an adrenaline thrill-ride that gave us a return of Tony where he DOESN’T die in the end. I couldn’t have asked for more if I heard this episode’s title, and I’m glad it’s what we’ve got.

What If…Captain Carter Fought the Hydra Stomper?: I…KIND OF understand the reception towards Captain Carter. I don’t get why Marvel keeps pushing her more than their actual Captain America replacement, Sam Wilson. I mean, Captain Carter showed up in three projects (two seasons of television and a movie), where Sam made his official appearance as Captain America once…and hasn’t even cameoed in any other movie or show. Now, don’t get me wrong, I like the big buff lady and it’s awesome seeing her fight the giant robot. It’s cool, I love it. I also heavily enjoyed this episode, getting into the drama, action, and seeing Peggy make a surprisingly believable friendship with Black Widow. Heck, I’d go so far as to say that this is a better Black Widow story than her actual movie gave us. So I like it, I like seeing Captain Carter and some of her adventures. I especially like that this story isn’t a direct rehash of Winter Soldier like how the first episode is a rehash of First Avenger. The writers actually set out to make something more unique and it makes me like Captain Carter a little more. I just wish we could get that same love and appreciation towards Sam Wilson, whose movie got pushed back to 2025 and will count as the only time this character has been relevant since his mini-series. If this is our new leader of the Avengers and the man who will fight to save the multiverse, we’re probably going to need more than one appearance from the guy. I don’t think people would complain about more Captain Carter if Sam Wilson’s Captain America wasn’t so blatantly shoved too far to the side.

What If…Kahhori Reshaped the World?: One of the few rare times the MCU made an ORIGINAL superhero. There is no previous comic, movie, or show that Kahhori is based on. She’s a completely original character made up for this franchise, much like Miles Morales in the Ultimate universe or X-23 in X-Men Evolution (Check that show out, by the way. It’s pretty damn good). And just like those two, I REALLY hope Kahhori manages to become such a hit with audiences that she spawns more content, because Kahhori and her world is something I would love to revisit. Her personality is fun, her motivation is inspiring, and her powers are unique enough to make her stand out more to the other heroes in the MCU. As for her story, it’s your bare-bones origin story. The whole episode is about explaining her powers, the world she lives in, and the people she loves and fights for. It does all this while proving her heroics through fighting a supervillain set out to do some damage. Only, instead of some generic supervillain that matches her powers it’s this Spanish Conquistador who…honestly still looks like a supervillain, which is kind of funny. And it works for Kahhori, proving that while she’s currently the most powerful person in the world, she’s willing to fight against oppression and the monarchy, advocating for peace instead of a continuous war for who gains the most control. Like I said, that’s inspiring and it’s why I want to see more of this character and how far she can go when fighting bigger, more evil threats than the Queen of Spain. Whether it’s a spin-off TV show/movie, a comic mini-series, or even introducing Kahhori into the 616 comics (somehow), I wouldn’t mind seeing this new, wonderful hero more in the future.

What If…Hela Found the Ten Rings?: I…did not expect to like this one as much as I did. I wasn’t the BIGGEST fan of Hela, because aside from seeing her actress having a blast to go full ham, there wasn’t much to her. Yeah, she was this conqueror alongside Odin, which is an interesting backstory for HIM, but for Hela, it’s not enough. Instead of telling me WHO she is, Thor: Ragnarok kept telling me WHAT she was. Then here comes an episode of What If…? that not only gives me that answer, but a lot more. Sure, the first half is a bit wonky, but when we get to the second, we finally get an idea of who Hela is. Simply put, Hela doesn’t know who she is beyond a conqueror, and that’s because Odin never trained nor raised her to be anything more. This episode forces Hela to face that and discover answers she never knew she was seeking, having a surprisingly decent redemption, becoming a goddess of life instead of death. I…love that. I love that WAY MORE than I could have expected to love it. It makes me appreciate Hela a lot more and maybe see that there’s a tragedy to her in Thor: Ragnarok. Hela could have changed for the better if she met someone that could bring her good side out, but because she was banished into isolation by Odin, it caused Hela to be both spiteful and vengeful, making her refuse any alternative beyond being a conqueror or a goddess of death, with her final acts of life being someone who destroyed her home because destruction was all she knew. This episode has a better, more unique story to tell than Hela and Wenwu fighting over the Ten Rings to see who can cause more destruction. Speaking of, if there’s one thing to complain about the episode, it’s how underutilized Wenwu is to the story. He’s actually one of MY favorite MCU villains and it feels weird that he’s just…kind of there? Most of the meat to the story goes to Hela, and I do appreciate it, but Wenwu could have done more than wanting to bone Hela or assisting her in fighting Odin. But aside from that, I’d still say that this is a fantastic episode that surpassed my expectations.

What If…The Avengers Assembled in 1602?: Of all the episodes, this is the one I was looking forward to the most. I’m a sucker for seeing characters in a different setting. They’re very much the same in terms of personality but their differences vary from positions in life or the skills they’re capable of. It’s no different here, as so much of this feels like a period piece fanfic where the writers seemed to have so much fun making the Avengers be in 1602. And I don’t give a shit if people hate her, I LOVE that Captain Carter refuses to leave this world until she saves it from complete collapse. It would have been the same if it was Steve Rogers, I get that, but how do you expect me to hate a hero who’s willing to fight with her last breath to save the world? Those are my favorite kind of superheroes! You want me to give up what I love most about superheroes just because you don’t like that the big buff lady fights King Thor and his vibranium thunder sword? F**k you.

Also, this comes with the added benefit of watching big buff Steve and big buff Peggy constantly being on the VERGE of wanting to rip their clothes off and f**k each other whenever they’re on screen together. And, honestly, I can't blame them. They’re both gorgeous. LET THEM F**K!

Overall, I had fun, even if there are problems. Sure, the reveal that Steve is indirectly the cause of this universe’s collapse is way too predictable, no thanks in large part to the trailers SPOILING IT! And it’s pretty weird that Scott can still shrink and grow. Like…How can he do that in this setting? Also, this universe has a merry band of misfits that’s similar to Robin Hood, and there’s not even a SINGLE Hawkeye in it? Not even Kate Bishop? COME ON NOW! Come on now…

But, yeah, this episode is the perfect epitome of what makes What If…? enjoyable to me. It can offer you a fun concept of having the Avengers be in 1602 and just ask you to sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. Not everyone’s going to be into that, but I am and I could take ten more seasons of this if I could.

What If…Strange Supreme Intervened?: You want me to hate the big buff lady and new MCU character Kahhori fighting Strange Supreme and a whole gaggle of universe killers just because *checks notes* Captain Carter is a Mary Sue? F**k you. I don’t care if you feel like Captain Carter is forced upon you, she punched a demonic Doctor Strange in the face with the power of INFINITY. That is awesome no matter WHO the character is and if you can’t appreciate it, then I guess this show really isn’t for you. As for the finale, the whole thing is awesome as this big fireworks show to close out the season, added with Strange Supreme going back to the dark side for the sake of reviving his universe. I’ll admit that Strange Supreme had a bit of a forced redemption last season, so it is great for this finale to prove that he is, in fact, still twisted inside while allowing him to earn a more true redemption in making up for his actions. It makes his tragedy STILL feel like a tragedy, giving everyone but him a happy ending. And, again, he got punched in the face with the power of infinity. F**k all you haters, this show’s great.

Season Two is a definite improvement to Season One. Sure, the pacing is wonky, the jokes are trying too hard, and animation can look gorgeous at times but ugly at others. But the writing’s stronger, the concepts are bigger, the fun’s funner, and I got to see a woman punch a demon in the face with the power of infinity–I keep bringing that up because it is so damn awesome. And it’s the same with this show! It just fuels that part of my brain that wants to see cool, comic book shit happening. It’s not for everyone, I know that. It’s neither good nor bad, it’s just…subjectively fun. It’ll either light up your world or leave you wanting more substance than dumb fun. I enjoyed the hell out of this season, but others won’t for their own reasons (some of them being that they just hate Captain Carter). They can feel that way all they want. Still won’t change how I enjoyed the hell out of this season and look forward to more.

[moonsgemini]

american heartbreak - ii

summary: a big win and one too many tequila sunrises could be just the right push to idiots in love needed, or could possibly create more self doubt.

warnings: cowboy!rafe x oc, fem reader, drinking, bull riding ?, vomit, cussing, mutual pining, ward being ward, excessive use of nicknames (sorry?), cowboy!rafe (yes it needs a warning)

wc: 4.8k

an: I know nothing about bull riding so please bare with me lmao I researched as best as I could. This took soooo long but I did it! I love where this series is going & I hope you guys do too. Next series to be updated is seeking arrangments <3

series master list - previous part

June looked herself over in her mirror brushing her hands over her dress. In her usual sundress and boots she let out a satisfied sigh and grabbed her big denim jacket. She was hoping to catch Rafe’s attention tonight, maybe he would want to spend time with her. Instead one of the girls he always ended up having hanging off his every word.

“James is here Juney!” Amber shouted from the bottom of the stairs. Her boyfriend was going to give the two a ride tonight.

“Coming!” She replied. She grabbed her bag and headed downstairs to meet the couple.

“Hey James,” She said and smiled at the dark haired man.

He nodded at her, “Hey June Summers.” James always said her full name for some reason. June never questioned it. Amber came out from the kitchen and grabbed James’ hand.

June followed behind them. She always felt like they were her parents when it was just the three of them, “We better hurry because June’s gotta help with the raffle tickets. Oh and she needs some time to stare at Rafe,” Amber smirked looking back at the girl who was locking the front door.

“Hey!” June scolded as she turned around quickly.

James laughed and said, “Don’t act like it’s a secret that you’re crazy for him.” He opened the truck door for his girlfriend before she climbed in.

June rolled her eyes opening her door, “I’m not crazy about him! I just have a small crush on him. Just like a school girl crush.”

“Oh please you’ve had a school girl crush on him since you were literally a school girl.” Amber laughed.

“Can we talk about something else please,” June said with a huff, no longer wanting to be ridiculed for her crush.

“You’re coming to Rooster’s right June?” James asked as he drove to the rodeo.

June shrugged, “Yeah I guess so. I don’t want to miss out on another night of Amber falling off the mechanical bull.”

Amber laughed at the memory, “I will be that damn bull one day,” she turned to James, “she’s also going because Rafe explicitly asked if she was going.”

“I’m gonna jump out of this truck right now.”

-

After they arrived James walked them over to where the riders were. He was going to meet Rafe to make sure everything was good to go before his first ride. There was still over an hour before it was supposed to start so June had some time to be with Amber before helping Mrs.Mayfield. She shivered lightly at the cool autumn breeze and also because of her nerves. She was nervous to see Rafe, he always made her a clammy mumbling mess.

Amber was walking with her going off about a girl they went to high school with’s pregnancy announcement. Amber always knew all the gossip and she always passed the information along. June laughed at something Amber said closing her eyes for a split second, but with her clumsiness she tripped over a rock. Her heart dropped as she felt herself go forward but she never hit the ground. A pair of arms held onto her waist firmly keeping her in place. She gasped and looked up at whose arms they were and of course it was Rafe. Her knight in shining armor.

“June bug gotta watch where you’re goin’,” Rafe gave her a lopsided smile as she regained her composure.

She felt hot all over as she stood up straight and took a small step back. Being too close to him was making her dizzy. She cleared her throat, “Well the rock should watch where it’s going.”

She cringed internally at her failed attempt to be witty. His smile turned into a full one as he chuckled, she was thinking that he either agreed she was cringey or maybe thought she was funny. Either way she still felt hot from embarrassment.

“Rafe and I have some prepping to do so we better get a move on,” James said as he walked over to Amber and gave her a hug and a kiss. June had almost forgotten that the couple was there. She watched with admiration, she liked Amber and James together. Mostly because he made her best friend the happiest she’d ever seen her.

While James and Amber were being lovey dovey Rafe had stepped to stand beside June. He leaned down and nudged her shoulder with his, “Am I seein you tonight? After?”

She looked over at him with a shy grin not wanting to show how on the inside she was screaming that he had asked her again about after the rodeo, “Only cause you’ve been askin so nicely.”

Rafe wanted to eat her up. She had no idea of the affect she had on him. He had always harbored a crush on her, ever since he was nine years old. His sister had met her when he was in fourth grade and they were in second grade. Sarah had dragged a girl behind her as she ran towards Rafe and their mom waiting in the pick up area of school. Once he laid eyes on her he couldn’t hear anything Sarah was saying. All he could do was stare at her pretty face.

June started coming over to Rafe’s house and his preteen brain couldn’t handle it. He swears that he stopped finding girls gross when he saw June for the first time. He always kept his distance from her because she was Sarah’s friend. Once he got to high school he had become somewhat of a Casanova since his bull riding career had begun to take off the girls started to pay more attention to him. June never really showed that she liked him as more than a friend so he started dating other girls. He was blind to the way her smile got weaker when she’d see him out with a girl. He couldn’t tell that she always held back tears whenever she’d go to their house and he’d be leaving with a bouquet of flowers in hand for his date that he was late to pick up because he was waiting to run into June to see her.

He always felt like she was too good for him. Too pure for someone like him. Of course he made flirtatious comments towards her and was always a gentleman. Helping her unload new flower pot shipments if he happened to walk in after a delivery. Rafe held doors open for her, always walked her to her car when she’d leave the Cameron house late. He wanted to at least show her that he was always there if she needed him.

June simply thought Rafe was an extreme gentleman and incredibly charming towards everyone in the way he was with her. She learned not to get her hopes up when she kept seeing him with a new girl every week. It was just how Rafe was, she wasn’t any different to him.

“I’m honored,” He smirked.

The couple had finished their goodbyes and walked up to them. Amber wrapped her arm around June’s shoulders, “Rafe your girl has to go help Mrs.Mayfield.”

“Make sure you’re watching when I’m out there,” Rafe pointed at June as him and James began to walk away. She nodded and gave him a small wave as he left. That incredibly charming smile never leaving his face.

“That boy is so smitten,” Amber laughed throwing her head back.

June rolled her eyes, “He’s like this with everyone.”

“Whatever you say honey,” Amber patted her back. They reached the booth where Mrs.Mayfield was setting up the tickets and the cash box.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite flower girls,” The older woman beamed at the girls. She was a sweet lady who everyone in town knew. She was in charge or everything. If there was a community event Martha Mayfield was most likely organizing it.

June hugged the woman, “Mrs.Mayfield you look as beautiful as ever.”

“You’re too good to me dear,” She turned towards the red head next to June, “Now Miss Amber I still do not see a ring on that finger.”

Amber sighed dramatically walking over to the woman, “Soon I hope, please talk some sense into that boy next time he delivers your eggs.”

“I always do honey,” She patted her cheek gently, “Now lets sell some tickets and make some money for the dance.” She clapped her hands and went behind the booth where June had started to help her.

-

Rafe sighed as he listened to his dad try and coach him. Ward was hard on Rafe, he always passed it on as him caring so much about his son. Rafe knew that his dad just wanted bigger trophies and bigger checks. He couldn’t hate the guy because he had given Rafe so much and pushed him hard to be the best. Frankly it worked and Rafe became the best.

It’s why now he was really getting a coaching lesson because tonight was either all or nothing. If Rafe got first place he’d move on to the semi finals. Of course he wanted to win the championship but making it to the semis of the southern eastern bull riding championship (SEBRC) would bring him a lot of attention. He’d be closer to going pro. Rafe was already being watched by a lot of sponsors and recruits but a win would prove just how good he is.

“Whatever you do Rafe do not let go,” Ward looked at him intensely, “And do not let your hand fall. You have to use everything in you son.”

“Dad I got this okay? Trust me I can do this,” He nodded his head, “I will do it.”

“Alright lets get out there it’s almost time.” Ward patted his son on the shoulder as he led him out of the stables where they had been talking.

They walked back over to where his team was watching the current rider. Rafe put his hands on James shoulders startling him.

“Holy shit dude,” He gasped.

“Lets get ready,” They walked over to the bull pen.

James looked over at his best friend, “is tonight the night?”

“What, the night I win?” Rafe smirked.

“No idiot, the night you finally ask her out or do something.”

He shrugged, “I’ve got something in mind.”

“Just don’t let those buckle bunnies near you of else she’s gonna keep thinkin you don’t see her that way.”

-

After all the raffle tickets had been sold June joined Amber and Sarah in the stands. They were sitting with Amber’s parents and a few of their other friends. June sat next to Sarah who was texting intently on her phone.

“Is it John B?” June asked her.

Sarah huffed, “Yeah he thinks he might not be able to drive here next weekend because his van keeps breaking down.”

“I’m sure he’ll figure something out,” She smiled.

“Last but certainly not least is the guy everyone has their eyes on, home town hero Rafe Cameron!” The announcer shouted over the speakers.

Everyone cheered and clapped for Rafe. June felt a pit of nervousness in her stomach. She always worried about him when he rode because anything could happen. She was confident in his abilities but bulls are unpredictable animals.

“This always feels like the longest ten seconds of my life,” Sarah muttered leaning forward in an anxious stance.

“He’ll be okay, he always is okay.” June reassured placing her hands over Sarah’s that had been picking at her cuticles anxiously. She didn’t just say it for her best friend but also for herself.

“He has to beat 6.76 seconds and get more than 88 points to move on,” Amber leaned forward telling the girls.

The blow horn sounded and they lifted the gates. Everything always happened in slow motion. The bull bucked and thrashed around as Rafe held on tight to the rope. His arm steady in the air never faltering. He needed to stay on for three more seconds and he’d most likely win. The clock ticked 6, 7, 8. Then Rafe was finally bucked off, he flew off of the large brown bull landing almost under its heavy hooves. Everyone held their breath as they waited for him to get up. He stood up grabbing his hat swinging it in the air and yelling with excitement as the crowd started cheering. He had stayed on for 8.96 seconds, the best score of the whole night.

June stood up along with everyone else clapping and cheering for the cowboy. Rafe looked out into the crowd with a big smile on his face trying to catch his breath. It was like he knew where she was because his eyes landed on her immediately. He couldn’t hear the crowd cheering anymore he could just see her as she smiled widely and clapped. He would ride a million bulls over and over again if it meant she’d be there cheering him on.

He walked back to his team who was patting him on the back. James came up to him and hugged him with a big smile, “Man you’re a monster, you’re in this fuckin thing. You’ve made it.”

“We’re in this thing. I couldn’t have done this without you man,” Rafe was grateful for his best friend who had become more like his brother. James placed a hand on Rafe’s head ruffling his hear out of endearment.

“Judges have their final scores in,” Ward said walking up to the two men. Ward never really congratulated his son on his achievements, all the more reason why he was grateful for James.

They climbed on the gates to watch the score board. Rafe placed his hat back on his head. He looked back over the the bleachers looking at June again. She was talking to Sarah her eyes going back and forth from the score board to her best friend. As long as she was here Rafe knew everything would be okay if he didn’t score as good as he wanted. Whenever he looked at her the trophies, money, and title’s didn’t matter.

“The judges have their final score for Rafe Cameron, and are we surprised? The 22 year old bull ride comes in with a score of 94!” The announcer says before the crowd goes wild, “Ladies and gentlemen we have our first place winner! Rafe Cameron is headed off to the semi finals!”

James whooped in excitement and wrapped his arm around Rafe. They climbed down from the fence as people came up to Rafe to congratulate him. The other winners were announced but Rafe didn’t care he was riding an unbelievable high.

The girls had practically ran down the bleachers to go find Rafe. Sarah was beyond excited for her brother, all of his hard work was paying off. Once they got to where the team was they saw them hand Rafe a bottle of champagne.

“Rafe! You did it!” Sarah shouted as she ran up to hug her brother, “Mom is so proud.” Rafe nodded his head feeling a bit emotional wishing his mom could be there to witness his success.

“Congrats Rafe,” Amber hugged him next.

“Couldn’t have done it without your man,” He said pulling away and pointing at James.

June wasn’t sure if she should hug him or not. She always got anxious in these situations, wishing she was like those girls that had confidence. Rafe looked over at her as she shyly watched him.

He knew her better than she knew herself so he walked up to her, “Guess you gotta come out now.” He smirked.

“I guess I do,” She shrugged, “Congratulations Rafe. You’re gonna do incredible things.”

Rafe’s heart burst at her words. He reached forward and hugged her. She immediately reciprocated wrapping her arms around him. They pulled away and looked at each other for a few seconds. Their friends around them never interrupting because they knew.

“Champagne anyone?” Rafe said turning to all of them. He shook the bottle before popping the cork and spraying it everywhere.

“Rafe!” Sarah laughed covering her face.

“To Roosters we go!” James said pointing up.

-

June and Sarah interlocked arms as they walked behind James and Amber. Rooster’s was packed as well as the other bars on main street. June sometimes worried that their flower shop a few blocks down would get damaged by a bunch of drunks but they’ve never had any actual problems. Rafe was coming by later after he took care of some things at the rodeo.

“Are you drinking tonight Junie?” Sarah nudged her.

She nodded her head, “I actually am. I just want to have some confidence tonight, not be in the background like always.”

“Tonight is going to be so fun. You’re never in the background babe,” Sarah reassured her as they walked through the bar doors.

It wasn’t too crowded yet as people were still leaving the rodeo. Someone was already riding the mechanical bull and country music was already blasting through the speakers. They went up to the bar where their favorite bartender Sam was.

“My favorite people!” He said wiping his hands on a towel, “What can I get you guys?”

“Jameson and coke for me and three tequila sunrises,” James said knowing the girl’s orders.

“What a gentleman James,” Sarah said.

“Hey first round is on me guys. Gotta treat the champions’ people right,” Sam winked at them.

“Sammy boy you’re too kind,” James said sliding him a twenty as a tip.

Once they got their drinks they found a couple unoccupied tables by the pool tables. They pushed them together before sitting down with their drinks. June’s leg anxiously bounced as she waited for Rafe. Her eyes moving around the room as she looked at everyone. She felt like there were too many pretty girls here for Rafe to even give her an ounce of his attention. The confidence she had was slowly diminishing as the seconds passed.

Her thoughts were interrupted by loud cheering, she looked behind her towards the door. Rafe had walked in changed into a white tee shirt and open flannel with a brown jacket. His riding boots traded out for his nicer ones, black hat still perched on his head. She felt light headed, the half of the tequila sunrise she had drank already getting to her. When his eyes met hers she looked away nervously trying to focus on anything else in the room. Her focus landed on all the women ogling him and sending him flirtatious smiles.

He walked up to the group standing beside June, “Started without me guys?”

“Get your drink so we can celebrate now,” James nodded his head towards the bar.

“June bug will you come with me?” Rafe asked turning towards the girl who had yet to make eye contact with him again.

She looked up her face getting hot, “Sure.”

They walked over to the bar and Sam immediately took Rafe’s order. June placed her hands on the bar her eyes looking anywhere but Rafe. The liquor bottles behind the bar were really fascinating.

“How did selling the raffle tickets go June bug?” Rafe asked trying to make conversation.

She turned to him trying to set her nerves aside, “It went well, definitely got some money for the community.”

“That’s good,” He smiled, “how’s the flower business going darlin?”

She laughed softly, “Uh it’s actually going really good. Even with the weather gettin colder sales are still good. We even have a huge wedding coming up that’s going to be beautiful and so great for business. They ordered tons of bouquets with the most amazing colors,” she rambled on about her work. June was very patient about flowers, she loved how something from the earth could make someone feel so happy, loved, cared about, and seen.

Sam brought over his drink telling him that it was on him. Rafe nodded his head at him before taking a sip, “You know I love when you talk flowers,” he smiled at her.

Her eyes widened slightly, “You do?”

He nodded, “Of course, your eyes light up and you’re just so passionate. It’s attractive sweetheart.”

June’s skin was going to melt off if she felt herself getting any hotter, “You’re too ki-“

“Rafe!” A high pitched voice interrupted. Both Rafe and June turned towards the noise.

“Oh hey Rachel,” Rafe said trying to be polite. Rachel was one of Rafe’s endeavors that he returned to a few times too many. Now she thought that her and Rafe could be something more when he never promised her anything.

“You were amazing tonight. You’re sooo talented,” She twirled her blonde hair paying no attention to June.

“Thanks, um this is June,” He nodded towards the girl he really wanted to be alone with.

The blonde turned her attention towards her a small furrow in her brows, “Oh hi, how do you two know each other.” Rafe knew that Rachel was trying to figure out if June was hooking up with him.

“I’m friends with Sarah so we kind of grew up together,” June said feeling a spark of jealousy in herself.

“Cute,” Rachel said tilting her head a teasing smile on her lips. She turned to Rafe again putting a hand on his arm, “Rafe come sit with us I’d love to congratulate you on your big win.”

Rafe didn’t really want to deal with Rachel and her friends at the moment. He had someone else he wanted to focus on. He turned to where June was and found her spot empty. He looked around the room and found her walking back to the table. He sighed, “Actually I’m gonna hangout with my friends tonight,” he tipped his hat at her and walked back over to where they were all sat.

Sarah glared at him, “Rachel again? Seriously?”

Rafe rolled his eyes as he sat next to June, “Actually no.”

June felt like maybe it was because of her that he didn’t hangout with her. Or maybe he just wanted to be with his friends. Either way she was glad that Rafe was sitting next to her.

-

After a lot of laughing and three more drinks June was definitely drunk. She had been laughing at something one of their friends, Stevie, had said when Rafe started to notice just how drunk she was. He had never seen her be so social and he liked it but he was also worried because he’d never seen her drink this much.

“James and I are gonna head out. We’ve got the farmer’s market tomorrow Junie,” Amber said placing a hand on her friends back.

“Oooo can you guys drop me off please?” Sarah asked with a slight slur.

Amber wrapped an arm around her shoulder, “well of course dear.”

June’s eyes widened at the mention of the market, “Oh nooo the farmer’s market, I forgot about that,” she put her head down on the table starting to regret that last shot she took with Sarah, “I’m gonna be so hungover.”

“Come on babe we’ll take you home,” Amber said patting her head.

She sat up and looked over at Rafe with a pout, “I don’t wanna go home yet.”

He gave her a small smile and brushed some hair out of her face, “I can take you home in a bit bug, I only had a couple beers.”

She smiled widely and quickly turned back to Amber, “Rafe is taking me home,” Her smile never faltering.

“Okay babes,” She laughed knowing her friend wanted more time with the guy she’s been in love with since they were 7, “Rafe please get her home safe.” She pointed at him with a stern look.

“Yes ma’am,” He said tipping his hat at her bidding the trio good bye.

The other guys that had been with them had joined a group of women at the dart boards working moved on them trying to teach them how to play. June looked around the room at all the people having fun and drinking. They all seemed so care free, like they did this all the time. She wished she could be this fun all the time, then maybe Rafe would like her.

“Rafey I wish I could be this fun all the time,” She pouted looking over at him.

Rafey. She hadn’t called him that since they were kids. He didn’t realized he missed hearing her saying it until his body felt tingly all over. It rolled so smoothly off her lips like only she could say it because she was the only one who made it sound good.

“Sweetheart you are fun all the time,” He reached forward and brushed her hair back again. Admiring her pretty face.

She leaned her head against his hand enjoying the warmth they brought, “mmm then why don’t you see me more.”

“I’d see you every day if I could bug. I’m gonna make more time for my girl,” He smiled lovingly at her. He really hoped she’d remember this tomorrow.

She looked at him with tears in her eyes a dopey smile on her lips. Before she could say anything she felt her stomach turn. The tequila was catching up to her now. June sat up straighter with wide eyes. That’s when she felt everything coming up. She slapped her hand over her mouth and as best as she could in her drunken state she ran out of the bar doors.

Rafe wasn’t far behind her as she turned the corner to puke on the side of the bar. The contents of her stomach spilling all over the dirt, some of it getting on her favorite pair of boots. Rafe stood behind her holding her hair up and patting her back. He made a mental note that three drinks was the cut off for you.

“Oh god this is so embarrassing,” She sniffled once she was done. She was a lot more sober now and definitely wishing she could get swallowed by the earth. Rafe Cameron just saw her puke her guts out. The guy she’s been in love with forever.

“No no it’s okay June,” He held her hands, “let’s get you home okay? You’ll feel a lot better once you’re in bed.”

She frowned as she walked with him to his truck, “You probably think I’m so gross.”

“I could never. You’re always an angel to me,” He opened the door for her and helped her in.

She had no words. June felt like she didn’t deserve Rafe, he was always so kind and never judged her. The world was lucky to have him. He jogged over to the drivers side and got in. The drive to June’s house was quiet except the rock music that was softly playing from the radio. It was a nice silence.

Once they arrived to June’s house Rafe opened the door for her. Holding her hand as she climbed down. He placed a hand on the small of her back leading her up the porch stairs to the front door. She pulled out her keys and unlocked the door.

She didn’t go inside yet she turned to Rafe looking down at the ground not really wanting to meet his eyes. She was still feeling ashamed from the parking lot fiasco, “Thank you for driving me home Rafe.”

“Anytime, you good to go up on your own?” He asked wanting to make sure she makes it up the stairs and into bed.

She nodded her head finally looking up at him, “I’m a bit sober now so I’m good. Thank you,” she gave him a shy smile. The liquid courage was definitely leaving her system.

“Call me if you need anything at anytime, okay? I’ll be there,” he reached for her hand giving it a small squeeze, “I’ll see you tomorrow June bug.” He leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to her cheek.

Her eyes widened in shock, maybe she was drunk? He pulled away and started walking down the porch steps. Once he got to the bottom he turned towards her with a small smirk, “I’m not leaving till you go in darlin.”

She cleared her throat and blinked a few times before turned the door knob, “Right uh good night Rafe.” She waved stepping into the house.

After locking the door behind her she leaned against it with a sigh. June listened as Rafe drove away already missing him. He was so sweet to her that night. She wanted to think it was because things were changing between them, what if he does see her in a different way.

As soon as those thoughts entered her mind they left. Who was she kidding? Rafe could have anyone why would he choose me? she thought to herself as she walked upstairs to her room. She decided that if this was just Rafe being kind then she’d savor it and enjoy it before he finds someone who actually interests him.

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Before I Say Goodnight Chapter 13

a/n: I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS CHAPTER, also we are nearing the end. :')

warnings: angst! Violence! blood!

Word count: 3k

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The ball was in full swing after the announcement. None of the attendees showed much interest in the news apart from the fact that it gave them an excuse to indulge in honor of something. No matter if the bride-to-be looked like a beautiful ghost. 

“Let’s get something to drink” Eris said and guided y/n towards the fountains of sparkling wine. He grabbed a glass for each of them. When he handed her the glass he made a point to bend down and whisper for only her to hear “you are doing great”. When he pulled away he delicately brushed a strand of hair out of her face. Then, his hand returned to her back. A barrier between her and the rest of the world. 

She found herself relaxing in his grasp. He was warm and she was freezing. Eris had held her up the whole night, and had kept her alive for weeks. A bond had formed between them. Ice and fire. Light and dark. She pretends to sip the wine, she needed to have her wits with her. She looks up at Eris. Placing her free hand on his chest and standing on her tiptoes to get close enough to say “I feel like I’m gonna throw up from all that spinning”. He chuckles, an honest, warm, gives-you-butterflies, makes-your-knees-weak chuckle. He replies “do you want to get some fresh air?” Her gulp is audible and she nods. Wine glasses are forgotten at a nearby table as he grabs her hand. They weave through the partygoers until they reach an archway that leads to a dimly lit hall. She can tell he’s been here before, he walks confidently until they reach a solitary room.

“Can’t you just winnow me away now? Seems like a perfect opportunity” he closes the door behind him and shaked his head “if we were to leave now, he’ll know you are gone in minutes, a few hours if we are lucky”. She rubs her hands on her arms trying to warm herself, missing the heat radiating off the revelers “still, a few hours wouldn’t make much of a difference if he knows I’ll be in Velaris”. Eris walks over and creates a fire in his palm for her comfort, “it makes a difference because it will give the Night Court time to strengthen their wards, which they won’t have if we leave now”. She nods, “I just can’t stand the thought of being back in the dungeons, I’d rather die than be back there”. It wasn’t a lie. Life in the dungeons had stripped her from any comforts she has ever known and thrown her into the deep end of her misery. Things she wished to forget were always eager to show themselves in the dark and quiet of the cavernous dungeons. Eris had been her only source of light. She’d miss him, she thinks. She’d miss seeing him everyday, she’d miss his attempts to cheer her up, she’d miss his fires, his hands, his freckles and his voice. After she went back to Velaris it might be a lifetime before he’s allowed to enter the Night Court and she doubts she’ll be able to return to her little life in the Human Lands. Her heart breaks at that thought. 

They sit in silence for a few moments, y/n focused on the little fire in front of her. “I have never thanked you”. Eris tenses but says nothing “so thank you, I’ll never forget everything you’ve done to help”. She pushes his arms down, the fire disappearing and lunges forward to hug him “they are wrong about you, Eris. You have to know that” he hugs her back, still not saying a word. She pulls away to look at him and runs her hand through his hair, taming a few misplaced strands. “We should get back” his voice like glass and she nods. 

It took harnessing his five hundred years of training to not go after them when they left the ballroom. His shadows had less restraint and informed him that she was not in danger. That she was in a room, alone with Eris, talking. He cursed his orders to remain on the dais as they walked back in. Her skin was flushed. They resumed their dancing, Eris leading her in precise movements, occasionally spinning her. Hands on her waist and back and hips. Azriel had to look away. 

For all intents and purposes the human girl was the future Lady of Autumn. A clever move from Beron, the rescue mission would now be seen as an act of war. But anyone with eyes could see that she had not been a welcomed guest in the weeks she’s been in Autumn. 

Beron motioned to his son that they were to leave, his expression grave. 

Azriel shifted in his position, wings tight, siphons aglow. 

In an instant the Autumn entourage had vanished. 

Azriel left for Velaris, awaiting her return. 

Eris was supposed to winnow her back once they had reached Autumn and Beron had ordered that she be returned to the dungeons. It would give them until the next day for him to notice she was missing. The wards would be reinforced and protected by then. 

Thirty minutes.

  An hour. 

Eris held her hand as they walked in through the main doors of the Forest House. Freedom, home was a few moments away and she could practically taste it. Her posture more straight. That did not last long as she was taken to the changing room and stripped of the gown and jewels. They gave her a plain tunic and pants. Then the guards came. She did not recognize them. They had not been the ones that had taken her to Eris’ room a few days ago and they were not the ones that would accompany Beron on his visits to the dungeons. 

There were three of them. Two of them grabbed each of her arms and the third walked ahead of them. Her throat closed up as she noticed they were not taking her to Eris’ room or to the dungeons. This was a passage she had never been through. Their footsteps the only sound. The guard leading the way opened an ancient looking door. When they stepped through she noticed a desk, a chair, bookshelves, a High Lord and his son. Now, air escaped her lungs. Had Eris betrayed her? Had Beron figured out the plan on his own? The High Lord was standing in front of his son in mid conversation as she was pushed to sit on the hardwood chair. “Ah, perfect timing” his voice shrill “if the Night Court won’t play we have no use of her here” he approached her and ran a hand through her hair. She felt nauseous. “Do you know where she is from?” Eris gave nothing away. She had told him about being from another world, another realm on her first day in the dungeons. The magnitude of the confession had rocked his foundation for days. “Long ago, a creature lived in Prythian. They called it Galgollem. It was a thing of horror. True horror. It fed on fae and humans alike. Nothing could contain it. So the fae that inhabited this land banished it to another realm. They used old magic to carry out the task. That was millennia ago, and the story of the creature has largely been forgotten. I had forgotten about it myself until one of my spies told me of a clearing near the Human Lands” she was pale and clammy. A cold sweat trickled down her spine “the clearing has been there since I can remember but what was interesting about the report was the group from Night scribbling marks on it with white pigment” he moved his hand to her neck “what were you doing there, sweetheart?” She winces as he burns the soft skin of her jaw. His lips raise in a smirk “it was a valiant effort, but there was a key ingredient missing” as if that was their cue, more guards came into the study with buckets, multiple buckets. She was dizzy, realization overwhelming her. 

Eris almost gags at the coppery smell of blood, her blood, flooding the room. 

In less than a second, Beron’s hand grasped her arm and he went to winnow away. Eris caught the movement and lunged forward. Grabbing her other hand.

They emerged in the clearing. The wind was roaring in his ears as winter raged in the Human Lands. His father had winnowed all of them here: y/n, Eris, the guards and the buckets. 

Eris called out to Rhysand, wherever they were, he hoped the message was received and prayed they would arrive soon. 

Beron had grabbed y/n by her neck now “go on” he commanded the guards to use her blood to trace over the white marks on the ground. “What exactly are you hoping to get from this?” He was doing what he could to not escalate the situation, biding time. “You know well that the borders are weakened and that Spring and the Human Lands could be ours if we have the right tools. She will bring Galgollem back and we will take control of these lands”. Blue and red light flashed behind them. Eris almost sagged with relief but kept his composure. Rhysand, Feyre, Nesta, Cassian and Azriel had arrived. She would get out. 

“We are finished, my lord,” one of the guards announced. The portal. As he finished speaking, cracking sounded above them, storm clouds gathering, threatening to unleash themselves. Beron winnowed to the center of the clearing. Y/n pressed to his chest. 

You cringe as you feel his breath on your neck, his hands on your middle, keeping you still. Tears have welled up in your eyes and you can’t do anything to fight against them from free falling down your cheeks. You were bait. There was nothing anyone could do as Beron lifted you with both hands and threw you in the glowing circle. 

You fell for what felt like a lifetime. Falling, being dragged and being pushed all at the same time. When you landed face first in the forest you cursed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” you stood as quickly as you could. Adrenaline pumping through your veins. Blood roared in your ears as you strained to listen to your surroundings. Quiet. The same eerie silence that had haunted you for months. Whatever Galgollem was, it was near. It had either eaten or scared away any living thing nearby. You had nothing, absolutely nothing to defend yourself with. The knife you had once kept in your boot had been taken in the Autumn Court. You could run. You could run away and find help. The full moon is a beacon in the pitch black woods. Looking around the clearing, surrounded by rocks and trees you think of an escape plan. But a deep menacing growl takes you out of your head and a giant, fury creature appears at the edge of the clearing. You freeze. It had big almond shaped eyes. Its pupils were red, the rest of his eyes the deepest black you’d ever seen. The fur, upon closer inspection, looked like needles. Its face was plane, mouth open, revealing razor sharp teeth on the top and flat jagged teeth on the bottom. It stood on four legs, claws anchoring it to the ground. 

Ice cold fear kept you frozen in place. There’s no way out. 

If you run, so will it.

  If you stay, it will pounce. 

You’d rather die fighting than just throw yourself at its mercy. With a breath and a curse you take off in the opposite direction. Running around the different boulders and just as you are about to cross the threshold to the forest Galgollem tackles you from the side,  pinning you against a giant tree. You scream as you feel bones crack under the weight of the creature. You scream again when it takes extra care to drag three claws down your front. Ripping the tunic in half, leaving three parallel gashes on your abdomen, 

You’ve been here before and you know what comes next. A wail escapes you as Galgollem brings its mouth to the fresh blood flowing from your stomach, drinking. You can’t die like this. This thing will leave nothing but bone behind and you’ll be swallowed up by the forest.

Forever forgotten. 

It takes everything in you to bring your legs up and kick its mouth. Taking advantage of the boots you still had and knocking teeth out and distracting it enough that it loosens its grip. You kick it again, more teeth crack at the impact. It lets go, head twisting in pain. You run.

 If Beron wanted this thing, he could have it. 

You hear it coming up behind you. 

  You run faster. 

You yell out when razors pierce your leg. Knocking you face first to the ground. You look at your leg and fight the rising bile when you see that Galgollem has its teeth deep in you. Biting. Jaw locked. You look ahead, the portal is a foot in front of you. Using the boulders you pull the both of you closer to the circle. You flinch when roaring cracks above you. Daring, you look up expecting to see a second creature but it was just storm clouds gathering. 

You run out of boulders and resort to clawing. You can feel your life draining out of you as Galgollem sucks the blood from your veins. With a final reach you throw yourself into the portal. It swallows you up and you are enveloped by biting, pushing, pulling and falling. 

When you emerge you scream as loud as you can. Hoping to any god that would listen that they were still there.

When she disappeared Azriel wasted no time in pulling out Truth Teller and rushing over to Beron. He was met by the guards but Cassian joined him in striking them down. It was effortless as the rage consumed him. But before he could get his hands on Beron an all too familiar wail brought him out of his frenzy. 

She was back and covered in blood. A hideous monster latched on her leg. Eris reacted before he did and threw a ball of fire on the creatures’ back.  It let go and its black and red eyes scanned around to see what was the source of its interruption. Because that was all it had been, an interruption. The creature remained intact. Eris sent another, bigger fireball its way now that it had let go of y/n. 

Azriel didn’t know what to do. He wanted to decapitate Beron, he wanted to help defeat the monster and he wanted to rush to y/n’s side. Her bellowing had subsided to moaning and he could not see her skin, gleaming red coating every inch of her. The decision was made. He rushed to her and commanded his shadows to stop her from bleeding out. “I’m here, it’s ok, you’re ok” her eyes couldn’t focus on him. She had lost so much blood already. Her shoulder looked like it was in the wrong angle and her leg was practically mangled. It would be difficult for a fae to recuperate from injuries this grave. For a mortal… Azriel pushed the thought to the side. He looked up for a moment to see his family fighting alongside Eris. Her breathing was shallow now, almost ragged. “No, no, stay with me” he couldn’t figure out how to hold her without  causing more damage. Keeping her eyes open was starting to be too much. He called to Feyre. 

Cassian flew toward the creature and dropped down, sword in hand. The sword barely nicked the needle-like coat on the creature. Rhysand enveloped it in darkness trying to smother it. But the creature appeared to not need air. Eris was burnt out. He had been winnowing all day and now his magic was being depleted faster than it could recharge. Beron stood behind him and smiled. Eris did not want to be his father’s human shield anymore so he winnowed to be next to Rhysand. The creature spotted Beron and in less than a second pounced. It sunk its teeth into his chest. Beron shot at him with fire and dissuaded it for a moment before it lunged again, for his head. While Galgollem drank down the High Lord’s blood Eris sent a string of fire around the monster, leashing it. He pulled on the leash and the creature fell on its back. Cassian wasted no time as he slashed the soft underbelly straight down. Black liquid spilling out. The creature let out a deafening shriek. Eris pulled down tighter on the leash. Rhysand had two daggers out and repeatedly stabbed at the creature as Cassian butchered its insides. A surge hit Eris. He looked towards Beron and saw nothing but a lifeless body, his head five feet away from his torso. His heart started to pound in his throat. His father was dead.

His father was dead. 

Freshly inherited power gave him the boost he needed and he threw out another string of fire, forcing it down the creature’s mouth. Cooking it from the inside until it too laid limp. 

Rain finally broke and lightning started to zap at the nearby trees. Azriel remained on his knees as he watched y/n breathe. Feyre had given some of her blood to keep her alive and heal her injuries. But she was seconds away from death. He wondered if it had been too little or too late. 

Lightning started zapping in the clearing now, the portal glowing brighter. 

“We should get her home” Rhysand yells over the rain. As he says it lightning zaps above them and shoots straight at y/n chest. Her body jolts from the millions of volts now running through her veins. She’s shaking, her jaw clenched, eyes rolled back, heartbeat out of control and out of sync. “Y/n!” Azriel shouts, she couldn't handle anymore, if they didn’t do anything drastic she would perish. “We need to close the portal,” Cassian roars. Eris rushes from his fathers corpse over to the group. “She needs your help first,” Azriel begs. Feyre is the first to do it, placing her hand over y/n’s still twitching body and allowing a drop of power to spill. Then Rhysand, then Nesta and finally Eris. 

She sucks in a breath. 

Azriel thanks the Mother and all of the gods as he notices her blood has stopped flowing. He reaches for her, wiping the rain, dirt and blood from her face. She stirs, softly. 

When she opened her eyes, thunder and lighting roared within. 

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[punk4ndisorderly]

light on

The one where Y/N is the daughter of a legendary Team USA coach and used to attend the development program with the boys. 8 years after they last saw each other in person, a reunion brings Jack and Y/N back into each other’s lives... and hearts.

if you keep the light on, i'll keep the light on

I  II - something about the way you look tonight III

 “Coach Jr., you look great!”

 Y/N laughed as Alex got closer to give her a hug.

 “How long has it been?”

 “Too long, you dick. How’s the missus?”

 “Rehearsing. Stressing. Driving herself crazy because of tiny details. The play is premiering in a week and she is so happy I swear she’s skipping around like he’s in a fucking prairie… I love her so much.”

 “You guys are so cute, I swear to god… I wish I would be able to make it but I’m so happy she’s finally doing musical theatre!” she beamed, looking past him to see Jack walk through the door, clearly being nagged by Trevor, who was almost jumping up and down around their friend, not ever shutting up.

 Alex looked back to see where her attention had been diverted to.

 “You two really need to just get it out of your systems.” he stated simply, with a blank expression.

 Y/N’s jaw almost hit the floor at her friend’s crude comment, but she couldn’t say she was surprised, he had always been one to be forward when it came to speaking his mind.

 “Turc!” she scolded. “We are polar opposites who happen to be good friends and…”

 “Sweetheart, you’re rambling. You and Jacko have always had a weird chemistry, and I mean that in a good way. It wouldn’t hurt to bite down on that apple. Also, I’ve already been recruited by the drama queen to fix you two up, so…”

 “Your girlfriend?”

 “Trevor.”

 She stifled a laugh, shaking her head and rubbing his arm up and down.

 “Alright, Alex, thanks. I’ve got to go, though. I’ll see you later?”

 “Count on it!”

                                           *

 Jack waited alone in the media room Coach had arranged for the photo ops to take place in, leaning against the wall, going through his Instagram feed. Apparently, his former commander in chief had already posted the famed picture they had taken earlier and everyone was freaking out over it. The duo did look couple-y. He smiled when he got a text notification: Y/N had forwarded the picture to him.

 We’re too cute for words, Hughes! xo it read.

 He wondered if she’d ever see him as anything other than plain old Jack from camp. Trevor was right, he did have a huge crush on her. How could he not? She was gorgeous, kind, funny and extremely talented. He couldn’t get enough of her. He never grew tired of her presence. Something about her had a stranger hold on him.

 His relationship had become tiring and dull so when his girlfriend told him she wanted to end things he was torn between feeling heartbroken and being relieved. Even though he felt a heavy weight inside his ribcage, he wasn’t reminded of it as often today because her presence eased his mind, soothed his heart.

 Y/N walked in, rolling up her sleeves and moving to stand beside him.

 “We’re a hit.” she announced, showing him her million-dollar smile.

 The brunette man returned her grin, shrugging.

 “I’ve always known we were epic.”

 Soon enough, in came the mini tornado known as Y/N’s father, followed closely by the kids who had earned their picture with hard work. They took a couple of photographs before a young girl, brought as one of the boys’ plus one, requested they’d pretend they were gazing adoringly into each other’s eyes while she stood aside looking annoyed.

 The doctor wrapped her arms around his neck and did as she was asked. Jack’s blue eyes burning into her own, his intense gaze making her feel something she couldn’t quite explain. He had a way of always making her feel special just by looking at her.

 “I think you two should date.” the teenager blurted out. “People would go wild.”

 “I’ve been hearing that quite a lot lately.” Y/N replied, avoiding to meet Jack’s eyes as she waved the girl goodbye.

 Jack didn’t say a word, burying his hands in his pockets as he tried to act casual.

 The photo ops were finished and both were looking forward to their well-deserved break. They walked side by side down the hall back to the improvised green room assigned to the star athletes.

 “They went with formal wear for the benefit dinner, Tkachuk told me his team only did casual wear last year… I guess they really wanted to milk the whole glamorous superstar deal.” Y/N pointed out, breaking the silence that had settled between the pair.

 “I’m hardly an example of what glamorous stands for.” Jack chuckled, scrunching up his nose.

 “Oh, no, I meant Trevor. I wonder what he’s wearing.”

 He stopped on his tracks, pretending to be deep in thought. 

 “That’s actually a pretty good question. He is known for making bold choices.”

 “That’s one way to look at it.” she snorted, instantly covering her mouth with her hands.

 “Did you just…”

 “Don’t!” the smaller woman pleaded.

 Jack erupted into a fit of laughter and Y/N groaned, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

 “You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”

 “Not for a second, Messier.” he winked, finally managing to stop laughing, noticing the frown on her face. “Oh, come on… I promise I won’t mention it to anyone, alright? It was kinda cute, actually.” the brunette man joked as he placed his arm around her shoulders, squeezing her tightly against his side in an unexpected moment of bravery.

 “Yeah, yeah…” she rolled her eyes lightheartedly and opened the door, only to find the room empty. “Where is everybody?”

 “They let about ten minutes or so ago to get ready for dinner.” an older woman explained, as she entered the room to restock the refreshments table for the next day.

 “Shit, Alex and I were supposed to share the car we rented for the weekend!” Y/N grunted.

 “I was stuck with Z and Cole.” Jack said, checking his phone for any texts or calls letting him know he was on his own. “Unbelievable.”

 “Guess I’m calling a cab.” she sighed.

 “We can share one if you’d like.” the brunette man offered. “Where are you staying?”

 “The mighty Saint John’s. Courtesy of the boss.”

 “They really booked us all to stay in the same place, hu? I’ll call for a car.”

 The cab didn’t take long to arrive. As the gentleman he was, Jack opened the door for Y/N to climb in, joining her and letting the taxi driver know where they wanted to go. When they got to the hotel, Y/N saw the time on her phone, mumbling something about not being able to get ready on time, tapping her foot impatiently while they waited for the elevator to come down.

 Jack chuckled to himself as she checked her watch time and time again while they went up.

 “This is not funny, Hughes… I thought we had more time!” she whimpered, just before the familiar ring let them know they had arrived.

 “I don’t know why you’re worried about that, you’ll look great even if you have had less time to get ready.” he stated, matter-of-factly when they stepped out into the hall. “I have seen you sweaty, red and disheveled before.”

 Y/N scoffed, looking for her room key, hidden somewhere in her purse before halting in front of her door. 

“This is me.”

 “I’m staying right down the hall. Do you think they managed to book the whole floor?”

 “Knowing the boss and how much of a control freak he is, probably, yes. He knows Turc and Z are way too rowdy together and didn’t want to disturb other guests.”

“They did try to drag me out of bed to get pizza at 4 am the last time the three of us where in the same place.”

 “Why am I not surprised?” Y/N pondered, turning her back to him to open the door. “Go get ready, unfairly handsome man. We’re supposed to be meeting downstairs in twenty, right?”

 Jack simply nodded, taking in the way she had called him handsome once again and waiting until she closed the door behind her to walk down the hall into his own room.

                                         *

Y/N took a shower, wrapping a towel around her body and rushing back and forth her neat room, looking for the dress and shoes she had packed specifically for that night, laying the satin fabric carefully on the bed before she put on her lingerie.

 She heard a knock on the door and hastily grabbed the first thing she found to put on, going to answer it.

 “Hey, birdy!” Alex greeted her sheepishly, waltzing into her room in a dark blue suit.

 “You look good, Turc.” Y/N smiled, tying the fluffy robe around her body.

 “Hey, hey, hey! Is that how you’re going to show up at the benefit? You little rebel, disrespecting the dress code, I like it!” her bubbly friend gushed, sitting down on the bed.

 “Haha, very funny! I’m still pissed you left me at camp without saying anything.” she pointed out, turning on the hair dryer, missing Alex’s reply over the noise.

 The man got up, grabbing the device from her. “Let me help you with that.”

 “Thank you.”

 “I see you brought the red dress. Nice!”

 “You and your girlfriend did threaten to pinch me really hard if I didn’t.” Y/N snickered, closing her eyes while Alex picked up a brush and the dryer.

 “We have our ways…” he shrugged. “So… Are we going to talk about the elephant in the room, or…?”

 “What elephant in the room?” the doctor questioned, turning to look at her friend.

 “Well, you know, the whole Jack-is-single-and-you-should-totally-take-advantage-of-that situation.”

 “Did Trevor set you up to this?”

 “Maybe…”

 “He just broke up with his girlfriend, Turc. They had been dating for a while, according to the press. He needs to grieve and figure his life out before you nerds try to set him up with someone else, you know that…” she shook her head, looking down at her hands.

 “You would make an adorable pair, though… Just putting it out there.” Alex mumbled as he finished tying Y/N’s hair in a low bun, leaving out some strands to frame her face. “Voilà!” he cheered triumphantly, satisfied with his work once he saw a small smile creep up on his friend’s face.

 “You do have some weird fairy godparent hands… I trained you well. Can you pass me my make-up from the bedside table, please?”

 “Your wishes are my command.” he grinned, handing her the beauty products.

 “Thank you so much, Turkey. How late am I, right now?” she asked, spraying her favorite perfume on her neck and the back of her ear, before getting up and picking up her dress.

 “You still have time, don’t worry. I’ll go down right now and tell them you’ll be ready in a minute.”

 “Just do me one last favor and zip up my dress, please.”

                                           *

 Downstairs, the group had been divided into two, so they could fit into the large taxi vans parked outside. Jack adjusted his suit jacket, looking around the room from time to time, checking if she had come down yet.

 Alex walked out of the elevator, smirking once he recognized the disappointed look on the brunette man’s face when he realized he wasn’t the one he was so eagerly waiting for.

 “Hey, beauty.” he greeted him.

“Hey, Turc.”

 “She’ll be down in a minute.”

 “What?” he mumbled, snapping back to reality, having clearly missed the suggestive tone of his voice.

 “You don’t fool anyone, Hughesy.” his friend winked, leaving him alone to join Cole by the front desk.

 He pretended he didn’t understand what he meant, leaning against the pillar next to the large couches in the main entrance, going through his social media feeds for the tenth time in half an hour. Nothing new.

 His older brother had texted him to let him know he had seen the picture Coach had shared and that he “totally approved” but had “dibs” on her since he had known her for longer than he did to which he had replied with a middle finger emoji.

 “Finally!” Trevor chanted, throwing his hands up in the air as he approached Jack by the pillar. “I was beginning to think I was going to have to get you ready myself!”

 Jack looked up from his phone, being left speechless at the sight of her. He knew she’d look amazing, but he had no idea that, ten years later, she could still knock the wind out of him.

 Y/N had chosen a beautiful red A-line dress with a generous square cleavage that accentuated her tiny waist. She could only be described as a fallen angel. He bit down on his bottom lip, clearly too distracted by her beauty to be more subtle about checking her out.

 “Okay, beauty, you can breathe now.” Alex came up from behind him, tapping him on the shoulder. “Come on, everybody, Coach Jr. is here. Let’s go.”

 At the sound of Alex’s voice, Y/N glanced in their direction, locking eyes with Jack. She smiled softly, scrunching up her nose the way she always did. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

 Alex linked arms with Y/N, leading her outside and leaving him standing there, completely dumbfounded. 

 “Dude, did you just choke?” Trevor asked, trying to hold in a cackle.

 “Shut up.”

[pinkydevil16]

Aemond targaryen x targaryen reader: part 10

Aegon had a disgusting grin on his face as he stared down at Y/n, her arm linked in Aemond's as he announced their engagement not explaining that he let Daemon leave to secure it. Y/n couldn't tear her eyes from Aegon, he looked so unnatural on the throne sitting forward as to not lean against the harsh metal behind, any area not covered by clothes refusing to touch the swords. His eyes moving over her as he listened to Aemond, Y/n moved closer and held Aemond's arm tighter to hide behind him. Her Uncle was a well known creep who didn't respect the wishes of others so what would stop him from entering her chambers. Thinking quickly Y/n brought Aemond towards her, capturing his lips and kissing towards his jaw and whispering into his ear.

"Maybe we should move into a larger space together, separate beds until the wedding night to protect my honour but i would feel safer knowing you were close by." Kissing him after, holding his chin and looking towards Aegon who slumped over more to watch the scene. Aemond pulled away, seeing her look at Aegon with worry, he would never let his disgusting brother touch his Y/n. 

"I request a living quarter for me and my betrothed, she will feel less lonely if she is not locked away by herself, a separate room adjoined will be used to keep her honour. I want only myself and Halaena to have access to the room unless approved by myself on the day." Aemond spoke looking in his brothers eyes, Aegon accepted the terms knowing he could get to her no matter the security, he was king now, who could stop him. His brother could not stay with her forever and did it matter which Targaryen put a baby in her? 

Y/n was not permitted to leave her quarters except to walk around the gardens with Halaena accompanied by Sir Criston and 3 other guards sworn to follow the king. Aemond would watch her from his position during council meetings, having dictated the area they would sit to keep an eye on her. He knew she could take down some guards and he did not trust Sir Criston, it was well known the guard despised Rhaenyra as she refused to leave with him and Y/n well surpassed Rhaenyra's beauty in Aemond's eyes Sir Criston was a threat. Aemond understood Y/n was manipulating him to keep herself safe from those in the castle, he knew he had forced her into this and although she would play the part she would never truly be his. He hated that at night when he would say goodnight and try to kiss her she would flinch to begin with, her eyes always drifting to windows when they spoke watching everyone be able to live freely. She had adjusted well to being alone, Halaena tried to fill her free time as much as possible, preferring Y/n to her husband who now decided he needed as many heirs as possible to make sure Aemond would not be king with Y/n as his queen. 

"Y/n would you accompany me for a ride on Vhagar?" Aemond had shocked her, she had been deep in her thoughts praying her family were safe as the war had begun, she knew her wedding would be soon try to anger her family to attack without thinking. Aemond crouched by her taking her hand, bringing her attention to him. 

"I have been cruel depriving you of the skies, although i cannot trust you to fly by yourself, we could go for a ride on Vhagar." He could see her eyes begin to water at the thought of being in the sky, launching herself into his arms.

"Yes, yes please i beg you to let me into the skies." She spoke holding his face level with hers, smiling Aemond pulled her to stand. Holding her hand he walked with her to Vhagar, the green dresses his mother made for her looked stunning against her skin. She truly looked a princess in the gown, a low cut much like her previous ones as they had used her old dresses to recreate them in green.

Vhagar sat up as Aemond approached, her eyes watching Y/n before turning her head away to allow the pair on her back. Aemond helped Y/n onto Vhagar, her large size meaning there was a climb to the saddle, his hands guiding her to sit as he climbed behind her. His body snug against hers, arms around her waist as he held Vhagars reigns. Commanding Vhagar to fly he felt Y/n jostle against him, he had many women press against him in a bid to get into bed with him but none had stirred such a feeling of lust within him. He focused to make sure Y/n did not think him a beast wanting to bed her at the slightest touch. Y/n could feel him stiffen slightly when Vhagar took off but didn't pay much mind as the wind soared through her hair, her eyes closed as she savoured the feeling of riding a dragon once again. Aemond pulled her closer, his legs holding her tightly, one arm around her waist and the other bracing them both against the saddle.

"Let go i promise i will not drop you." Y/n didn't hesitate to let go and drop her body against his, her arms hanging loosely as they glided through the sky. Her eyes opening to see the clouds, the sun peaking out from the horizon, she felt the most herself in that moment. Aemond's arms no longer felt like they caged her in, she felt like she could float off and away from her life. A smile took over her features as her eyes closed again, actively leaning into Aemond her head turned against his shoulder in complete bliss. Aemond let her cuddle into him, Vhagar soaring through the sky as gently as possible as to not jolt her awake from her bliss. 

Y/n wished she could stay there forever, never returning to land living peacefully in the air, she missed her dragon Casmir dearly but she could appreciate how beautiful and majestic Vhagar appeared. As they landed Y/n jolted up, her body jumping in the saddle onto Aemond's lap, his arm tightening against her to contain the thoughts flooding his head. Helping her down, he held her close, her body still calm from the ride and he wanted to keep her as happy as he could.

"We will do this once a week, maybe more depending on the war and if i am needed to fly out." Aemond pushed her hair back, tussled from the rushing winds. 

"I would love that, thank you Aemond." Y/n looped her arm in his, she was so happy from the ride she didn't have it in her to care or flinch back when he kissed her cheek and began to walk back to their quarters. 

soft boy aemond is here, also dw reader isn't giving up that quickly

[randomprose]

//part 2 of platonic itafushikugi. set after the kyoto goodwill school event//

i. the one where nobara and megumi cope | iii. the one about megumi

now posted on ao3!

Nobara crosses the corridor to the boys’ side of the dormitory and gets a sense of déjà vu when she sees Megumi hovering outside Yuuji’s bedroom.

It’s not a nightly thing—at least not on Nobara’s part. She’s stopped doing that after Yuuji quite literally came back from the dead. Seeing the familiar scene of Megumi waiting outside Yuuji’s door for… something , she can’t say the same thing for him.

Then again they just got back from another mission tonight where Yuuji, once again, had a really close call with death, and Nobara wonders if this is going to be a routine occurrence for them now.

("Why is it always him?" Megumi had grumbled earlier, but they both already knew the answer to that.)

Megumi’s got a pillow tucked under one of his arms and Nobara, clutching a pillow of her own, just sighs as she marches forward. The both of them didn’t bother with blankets because it’s not that cold tonight and Yuuji runs hot enough not to need spares. The boy is practically a walking furnace.

Nobara takes it upon herself to knock and announce they’re coming in because she suspects Megumi has been standing there for quite some time and if he hasn’t bothered to knock by now he never will. He’s probably still debating whether he should. Stupid boy.

“Oi, Itadori. I hope to the gods you’re decent and not at all doing something I dont wanna see ever ‘coz we’re going in.”

The door is unlocked and Nobara opens it before finishing her spiel. Yuuji looks at them in slight surprise from where he’s seated at the edge of his bed. It seems like he just starting to settle for the night. Good timing then.

“Kugisaki? Fushiguro?” Yuuji sounds confused like they haven’t been doing this for some time. “What’s up? Why are you guys—”

“I’m taking the wall this time,” Nobara announces, throwing her pillow at the corner and climbing past Yuuji. “I don’t wanna wake up on the floor like last time.”

“Guess that’ll be me then,” Fushiguro grumbles after her. “You know you’re the one who moves a lot in your sleep, right?”

“Oh! We’re having a sleepover! Cool!” Yuuji cheers, snuggling close to Nobara when Megumi tells him to scoot over and spreads his blanket across the three of them as best he can.

“Fushiguro, seriously. For what purpose do you feel the need to lie?” Lying on her side with her back pushed against the wooden wall, Nobara smirks, enjoying Megumi’s unimpressed stare. “C’mon. Let’s sleep already. I’m dead-ass tired and I need a full eight hours of beauty sleep if we’re gonna deal with Gojo-sensei tomorrow again.”

“Beauty sleep. Right,” Megumi snorts and snickers with Yuuji when Nobara grasps at one of the smaller pillows to hit him with.

“Shut up and turn off the light you sea urchin looking ass.”

Megumi flicks the light off and they mumble their good nights. Yuuji goes under almost immediately as the lights go off, but sleep doesn’t come as quick to Nobara.

Instead, she shifts closer to Yuuji, eliminating whatever little space they have left between them, and reveling in the warmth radiating off him. Her arm is draped over his torso and she focuses on feeling the rise and fall of his abdomen—inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale—and when Nobara’s hand travels up to feel the beating in his chest, she finds that a hand is already resting there, right where Yuuji’s heart rests, alive and pumping against his rib cage. Her fingers brush against long cold digits and when she opens her eyes, he sees Megumi looking at her. 

Nobara stills but doesn’t look away from his expectant eyes. Megumi looks too alert in the dark and right here, the three of them tucked under Yuuji’s flimsy blanket that’s too small to fully cover them all, Nobara sees the open vulnerability in his too green eyes. There’s fear in them, something that doesn’t come as a surprise to her because, well, it was Megumi who got a front-row seat to the gory shitshow after all, but there’s understanding there too.

Images of how fucking messed up Megumi had been in the days following Yuuji’s death and how Nobara had to pick up the pieces flashes through her mind’s eye. He tried his best to hide it, but with only the two of them for a time spending their waking days at the school on missions and training, Nobara was bound to see through the cracks of Megumi’s thin veneer. 

And Nobara is many things but she’s always been true to herself. She doesn’t say it and maybe she wasn’t as devastated as Megumi had been when Yuuji died (Jesus Christ, she wonders if the surreality of that will ever fade), but she’s her friend too and she's learned to care for him in the sparse time they’ve known each other much to her chagrin. Living through one too many life-threatening events tends to do that to people. If nothing else, Jujutsu Tech is really proficient in trauma bonding its students. 

So, Nobara lays her hand on top of Megumi’s, squeezes it once feeling his cracked knuckles underneath her palm, and hopes she conveys the same understanding in the small gesture.

Megumi gets it and he shifts his hand minutely to slot their fingers together, his long calloused ones trapping Nobara’s smaller softer digits in between, and squeezes back.

They fall asleep like that, hand in hand, lulled to calm and sleep by the rhythmic beating of Yuuji’s heart, tucked safe and alive between them.

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edit: now posted on ao3! also turning this into a 3 chaptered fic centered on each incident about them! next up will be megumi getting hit by hanami's cursed plants.

[avanatural]

That Simple

Summary: Beau goes to Y/N, a new friend of his, for some dating advice. Is the charming new Sheriff gonna get the date that he’s hoping for? 

Pairing: Beau Arlen x female Reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 1.8k

Chapter warnings: None

A/N: This is my very first story about Beau. I hope you like it! Send me an ask if you want to get tagged in my future fics about him ❤️ 

Series Masterlist | Beau Arlen Masterlist | Part 2

Main Masterlist

The bell above the door announced his arrival.

Beau looked around as he entered the hair salon, his eyes scanning the place for a certain someone. Once he spotted the familiar face he was searching for, a grin appeared on his mouth.  

Y/N looked up from her day planner, holding the phone in her hand as she spoke to a customer. Once she spotted the new Sheriff, she smiled, just like she always did when she saw him.

Beau Arlen was like a wizard who cast a spell on everyone around him. He spread his charm wherever he went, drawing people in without even realizing how hard he made them fall for him.

“Yeah… See you on Thursday.” Absentmindedly, Y/N ended the phone call.

Beau walked up to the counter. Up to her. “Hi there,” he drawled.

“Hey, Beau, what can I do for you?”  

“Actually…” The tall man leaned against the counter, his stance casual. His voice lowered as he breathed, “I have an emergency…”

“An emergency,” she repeated and touched the base of her neck, already wondering how she could fit another appointment in her schedule.

“Yeah.” He clicked his tongue. “I’m here for some advice, if you don’t mind.”

“Hm…,” Y/N hummed and crossed her arms over her chest. “That’s relieving.”

Beau moistened his lips, his tongue sliding slowly across his mouth. “Why’s that?”

“Because I wouldn’t wanna chop off any of that gorgeous hair.”

The skin around his eyes creased as he beamed at her. With dimples showing on his scruffy cheeks, he pointed his finger at her. “And you call me charming.”

“What can I say? I learned from the best,” she chuckled, “So, what’s the emergency?”

“Well…” He shifted on his feet and sighed, but the sparkle didn’t leave his eyes. “I wanna ask out this… Beautiful, kind, intelligent woman, you know?”

Y/N arched a teasing eyebrow. “Oh? That sounds like an emergency, alright.” Had the new Sheriff actually come to her for dating advice? “What’s holding you back?”

“I don’t know if she sees me that way… She’s kind of a mystery.” He hissed, dragging a breath of air into his mouth through his teeth. “And she seems way out of my league.”

“Beau… Listen to me.” Y/N leaned across the counter, inching closer to him as she supported herself on her forearms. “You’re a catch. Any woman would be lucky to have you. I say go for it. No grand gestures, just walk right up to her and go ‘Hey, you wanna go on a date?’”

He pinned her down with his intensely bright green eyes and cocked his head to the side. “That simple, huh?”

She blinked at him kindly. “That simple.”

“Alright.” Beau cleared his throat, as if to prepare himself, and tossed a wink in her direction. He then turned around and walked back to the door.

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him, close to laughing. He was so goofy sometimes. She was about to ask him where he was going, and if she should wish him luck, but he held up his pointer finger, signaling for her to pay attention.

Beau took a deep breath and pushed back his shoulders. Next, he moved his head from left to right as if to pop away the stiffness in his neck. He then gazed into one of the mirrors in the salon and adjusted his growing hair.

At this point, Y/N couldn’t stop the series of soft chuckles that escaped her lips.

Finally, Beau plastered a lopsided smirk on his face and walked back up to the counter. His bowlegs strolled forward casually as if he was stepping across a made-up catwalk. He leaned against the table, looked Y/N straight in the eye and said, “Hey, you wanna go on a date?”

The smile on Y/N’s face faded, quickly swapped for wonder. “Wh-“ Her head tilted to the side. “Are you practicing, or-“

He shook his head ‘no’ and gave her a genuine smile that made her heart hammer violently against her chest.

Astonished, she pointed a finger at herself. “I’m the mystery?” The smile returned to her lips, lighting up her entire face. “You wanna go out with me?”

He opened his arms widely, ready to offer himself to her. “If you’ll have me.”  

Her lashes fluttered against her cheeks with excitement. The grin on her face easily reached her eyes. “So, you think I’m beautiful, kind, and intelligent, huh?”

Beau placed his forearms on the counter, bent forward and slid closer to her. “Those are just a few of many good qualities, but yes.”

Y/N’s head lowered on its own accord as she smiled to herself.

“Oh, there it is!”, he exclaimed, pointing his finger at her face, “That gorgeous blush I’ve been waitin’ to see!”

“Beau!”, she scolded with flushed cheeks and slapped his shoulder. The two of them were attracting attention by now.

He laughed wholeheartedly and slid even closer across the counter. “What? I could make you blush all day.”

Her eyes narrowed at him. A coy smile tugged on her lips. “I bet you could.”

His brows wiggled like two happy dancers. “So… You wanna go on a date with the new Sheriff in town?”

About ready to burst with eagerness, Y/N reached across the counter and placed her hand on top of Beau’s. “I’d love to.”

As their date came to an end, Beau walked Y/N to her door. He’d taken her to a fair a few towns over. They’d played games, gotten on rollercoaster rides, and she’d even managed to get him on the ferris wheel.

His warm hand on her lower back made the butterflies in her stomach go wild. He walked so close to her that she could smell his cologne. His scent was a mixture of old spice and vanilla. It was intoxicating.

“I had a great time tonight. Thank you, Beau,” she said once they reached her front door. She held on to the cute little teddy bear that he’d won for her. ‘So you don’t forget about little ol’ me’, he’d said as he’d handed her the stuffed animal. As if she could just forget him.

“So did I.” He paused, then wiped his brow. “I know I’m usually one talkative bastard, but… Tonight actually left me pretty speechless,” he chuckled.

Y/N suddenly realized that he still hadn’t removed his hand from her lower back. Having his arm around her waist made her feel like she was floating, her head in the clouds. “Yeah… Me, too.”

“Listen, uh…” His adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped. His brows knitted for a second. “I really like you, sweetheart. And I wanna keep this up.” His free hand gestured back and forth between their bodies. “But there’s somethin’ I gotta get off my chest.”

She studied his face closely. There was a hint of concern in his eyes, something she’d never spotted on him before. Her heart took a leap of worry, scared of being disappointed. “Okay, shoot.”

“So, I have a daughter…”

Y/N pursed her lips and nodded her head. “I know. You talk about her all the time.” She couldn’t even count the number of times that he’d mentioned his daughter since they’d gotten to know each other. It was endearing. He was a very loving man.

“Yeah…” Beau’s mouth curved into a fond smile. “She’s my pride and joy. The thing is…” He let go of Y/N’s back and shoved his hands into the pockets of his brown jacket. “Her and I, we sorta come as a package deal, you know.”

“I understand.” She placed her hand on his upper arm, giving him a gentle squeeze. “If things get serious between us… I’d feel honored to get to know her one day.”

Beau’s face loosened up and brightened with awe. His brow relaxed, and the corners of his mouth quirked up. “Wow. That simple, huh?” Honestly, he’d imagined that being a single dad would make getting back into the dating world more difficult.

“That simple.”

“So, can I book the next date right away, or…?”

Y/N chuckled, captivated by the light that shone in his eyes. “I’m free on Saturday.”

He did a graceful little bow and nodded his head. “Saturday, it is.”

She just couldn’t seem to lose her smile around him. He was good for her, she knew it. And he was in the process of stealing her heart, after just one date. Y/N chewed on her lower lip. She didn’t miss how Beau’s attention was drawn to her mouth.

“So…” She stepped closer, knocking the tips of her flats against his boots, feeling the heat radiating off of his body. “Are you gonna kiss me or not?”

“Been thinkin’ about it all night, darlin’.” His warm, apple green eyes bored into hers. His arm snaked around her waist. With a crooked smile, he pulled her flush against him. He lowered his head for the tip of his nose to bump against Y/N’s.

She giggled against his lips, anticipating their first kiss, and got up on her tiptoes to nuzzle her nose against his.  

Beau helped her out by tightening his grip on her waist. He kept her pressed up against him, his free hand coming up to caress her cheek. Affectionately, his thumb brushed against her cheekbone. Her skin was so soft. She was like a porcelain doll to him. So delicate and beautiful. A treasure.

When their eyes fell shut and their lips finally connected, sparks flew. Beau’s lips felt like soft, plump pillows as they molded against hers. His beard brushed against the skin around her lips. His kiss felt like a breath of fresh air during a heatwave.

Time seemed to stop around them as they exchanged gentle pecks of their lips. Beau’s hands remained on Y/N’s lower back and on her cheek. She was a perfect fit for his embrace. Her mouth tasted of cherry lipstick. If he could, he would have lived through this exact moment in a never-ending loop.

After they broke apart, the taste of her lipstick lingered on Beau’s lips. He wished he would be able to taste her forever. His enamored eyes roamed her facial features. Damn, he was one lucky guy. The sound of her laughter soon echoed through his ears, pulling him back to reality.

“What?”, he asked with a smile on his face.

“Come here,” she giggled. Y/N’s thumb found his lips and gently wiped away the lipstick stains on them.

Beau caught her hand in his and pressed an affectionate kiss to her fingers. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” he vowed and gave her hand a squeeze.

Y/N responded with an encouraging nod. “Please do.”

Beau didn’t let her out of his sight as he stepped away. Their hands remained intertwined until the growing distance between them forced them to let go.

“Good night,” she said, already missing his warm touch. She could still feel the tingling sensation of his beard on her chin.

“G’night, darlin’. Sweet dreams.” He winked at her before finally turning around and walking back to his car.

A dreamy sigh came out of Y/N’s mouth.

Oh, she was going to have sweet dreams, indeed.

Part 2

[ultralightpoe]

Faith In The Sword - Rhaenyra Targaryen

Authors Note: THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!!!! 

Word Count:1046

Warnings: none really. very fluffy. 

Description: REQUEST -  Hello! Can I request something from the young Rhaenyra x Fem!Reader? The reader is the only female guard in the Red Keep, and Rhaenyra falls in love with her. The reader also has feelings for the princess, but she feels ugly. Nyra goes to great lengths to make the reader see herself as she sees her. Something very fluffy if it can be 🥺

          There is an old saying that dates back to old Valyria. “Have faith in the crown.”

            Aegon the conqueror once murmured the words himself and each head of the crown would the same. So on and so forth. 

             Rhaenyra herself muttered the same words in High Valyrian as she kneeled on the stone steps of the throne, forehead touching it as she swore in for heir. Her hands were shaking and her breath kept getting caught from nerves, but she did her best to remain calm and rational as her father announced it. 

          Her first glance was to you once she was able to stand, standing next to her best friend Alicent Hightower, you looked positively bored. 

           You made it no secret that the politics of it all just weren’t for you, and you preferred sword to pen any day, but Rhaenyra still kept you around as a friend. Whereas you thought she just liked your off sense of humor, the truth was Rhaenyra was deeply infatuated with you. 

           She liked watching you speak, though you had a problem with letting people speak to you incorrectly. You made snide remarks that they wouldn’t understand and move on. She liked watching you train, blushed whenever your body moved a certain way or whenever you looked up to where she was standing and winked before diving in for another fight..

          She loved that you pet Syrax, and that you pushed her whenever she got too fearful. 

           You had been right behind her as she got ready for this ceremony, helping her with her dress as she shook with nerves. “What if they refuse?”

            “They will not…” You whisper back, kissing her temple lightly as you move to grab her dressing robe that would go over her dress. “Remind me of that saying… have… what was it?”

              She smiled as you played the fool, winking at her before coming closer to her  in the robe. You knew the saying, had heard her mutter the words to herself hundreds of times growing up. “Have faith in the crown.”

             “Ah yes. That’s it.” You laugh, as if the thought just came to you. “My dearest princess must have faith in the crown.”

            She laughs, and allows you to lead her to the hall.

            The High Council demanded that Rhaenyra choose a guard to protect her. Someone that would be sworn in as her sole protector. 

           Sir Criston Cole, the boy she chose for the kings guard, had been a candidate that she quickly declined. The next couple candidates were all old males that would be slaughtered in an instant should anything happen, her father not liking any of them. Until she said,

           “Y/n!” It fell from her lips without a second thought, and all of their heads snapped to her in a mere instant. All stuck in a state of horror that she would say that. “I would be the first female heir, shouldn’t I have someone who knows their way around a sword and makes a point?”

         Her father laughs and nods, smiling lovingly at her before agreeing. “Y/n. Knight of the heir apparent. I quite like the sound of that.”

          So they made you her knight, a fact you absolutely hated. 

          You had always struggled blending in with the gorgeous high ladies, a fact made prominent by your plainess and lower class. You barely made the cut as was, but now you worked for Rhaenyra. 

         Now you worked for them. 

          You wondered if Rhaenyra was punishing you…..were you too forward? Was she aware of your unnatural thoughts about her? Was she flaunting her position to torture you? 

           But none of that made sense, for she acted as normal as ever, still talking your ear off during the days. 

         You were always nervous now, feeling absolutely ugly in the armor they provided whereas she always looked gorgeous and well kept. 

          “Y/n?” She calls one day, a couple steps ahead of you in the gardens where she walked. “I really wish for you to walk with me….not behind me.”

           “I am your guard my lady.” You snipe, embarrassment traveling through you at the thought. “It would not be proper for me to walk beside you.”

         “If I had known this was how it was to be I would have never offered you up!” She snaps, head whirling around. “Are you mad at me? Is that what is happening here?!”

       “Mad at you?! You’re the one that made me your guard! Am I too ugly to be considered one of your ladies maids?” You snipe back, hands clenching at your sides before you turn away. “Sir Criston. Please make sure the princess makes it back to her chambers, I must go see to her protection scheduling.”

       You both knew you were lying, but you stomped on anyway, leaving behind a very confused Rhaenyra. 

         Rhaenyra finds you the next morning, training. 

          “You shouldn’t be here.” You snap, swinging the sword towards the dummy you had set up in the training yard. 

          “Well this is the only place to find you!” She snaps back, moving in front of you and making you drop your sword. 

         “What is the problem? I got someone to cover my shift!” 

           “Why are you angry at me?”

            “Why are you punishing me?!” You finally snap, completely dropping the sword and folding your arms. “You are punishing me and I know it-”

“How so?!”

           “You’ve been mocking me! Making me your guard? Laughing with all your ladies maids as I’m made to look like an ugly man!”

          She looks stunned for a moment, stepping back before laughing. “What’s so fucking funny?!”

          “If only you can see what I see.” She laughs, stepping closer. “One of the most gorgeous people I have ever met, is standing there telling me she looks like an ugly man-”

         “If I am so gorgeous then why have you made me a guard?”

         “Because we are making history and you are the only person I can absolutely stand being by and the only sword I trust.”

          A wave of relief crosses you as your eyes water, biting your lip. “What’s the saying?”

         “Trust the crown….” She laughs, grasping your hand and kissing your cheek. “But the crown must trust their sword.”

[donotpush]

Birth Advent Calendar 22 - Day 2

Linda shifted. By her side, her husband seemed absorbed in Pastor's Jeff discourse.

Her lips hurt from how hard she was biting them.

If being overdue and pregnant in summer was hard enough, being overdue, heavily pregnant and in labor in a church with no AC was the true hell she would heard talk about in church.

An awful night of sleep followed by an uncomfortable morning with an aching back didn't keep her from going to church, like every Sunday. She thought maybe it was just summer and pregnancy, maybe those weren't contractions.

Now she was more than sure.

But so she did put on one of her last sundresses that still fit and got into the cramped and awful car.

The pastor was preaching about sin and sinners, and Linda was only half listening to the words and half staring at the time on her watch. Inside her, there was a hope that she could finish listening to the sermon and head to the hospital, or at least somewhere where she could somewhat give birth in a more decent place.

God, even her car seemed like a better idea than the church.

She tried to remain straight in the bank, to remain still and to focus all her devoted attention on the Pastor's words, but the weight of her baby getting lower and lower on her hips was quite distracting.

Her hands left the bible to reach under her gravid, contracting, belly, breathing through her nose as she rubbed.

Cheating wasn't technically a sin, lust was. Pastor Jeff tested her faith, and she failed.

She had a moment of weakness, betraying her marriage and her family, and now the consequences of her actions was hanging low and tight in front of her and between her legs.

Linda was completely sure that Pastor Jeff knew what was going on—since the moment she started to show his eyes couldn't leave her body, he grew even more fond and protective of her.

No one questioned her when she stayed at the church for hours, always with some excuse at hand, and when she announced it, everyone congratulated her husband.

They should have congratulated Pastor Jeff.

"Oh, Lord…" Linda whined lowly, moving her hips forward as another contraction took over her.

By her side, her husband shot her a side glance. His hand moved to her thigh, gripping harshly to keep her still.

"Honey…" leaning against his ear, Linda breathed through gritted teeth, "I think we should head to the hospital now."

Her husband's grip on her leg tightened, and he didn't even bother to turn to face her when he spoke. "We'll leave when the sermon is done."

"But…"

"We'll leave when the sermon is done."

Sweat dripped down her back, and she was sure Jeff knew what was going on. The Pastor's eyes moved from the bible in front of him to her huge belly, staying there more than necessary, before they travelled to meet with her husband.

Linda was sure both men shared a sneaky smirk.

***

Thank God she was at the very front because the wet patch that stained her sundress and the amniotic fluid that dropped down her legs would definitely get some raised eyebrows from the church ladies.

Linda held a moan, forcing her legs to press against each other tightly. The baby's head was coming down her birth canal fast and surely.

Every contraction made her feel so nauseous and she had to clench her teeth to stop herself from screaming. There was a primal urge to push forming in the back of her mind that she wasn't so sure how much more she could ignore.

"And now...." Pastor Jeff said loudly, smiling at Linda's discomfort, but Linda didn't smile back.

"Thank God it's over..." Linda muttered to herself.

"... I want to invite one of our oldest members, Gladys, to come up here and share some words" Pastor Jeff continued.

The pastor turned around, nodding for Gladys to start.

Breathing through her mouth, trying to calm down, Linda stared as Gladys made her way to the front, slow as fuck, the better she could with her cane.

Good Lord, this was gonna last forever.

***

"God is very serious about adultery" Pastor Jeff began, again. He paused, turning to look at Linda.

Her cheeks reddened. Both, because she was embarrassed by what they'd done, and because she was trying not to push.

A sharp pain hit her lower back and suddenly she was hunched over, holding her gravid stomach.

The baby was so low that it felt like it was about to be out of her any second. She didn't want that.

Her husband's hand gripped her arm, forcing her to sit upright again. Linda tried to close her legs again, moving a hand under her dress and into her panties.

Her fingers felt the baby's head as soon as she got there, stretching her lips. She hid a gasp, pressing her palm against her pussy to keep the head in place.

She couldn't give birth, not here, not now!

"Fuck!" She moaned as the head spread her lips, even more, threatening to come to a full crown.

Everyone turned to stare at her, giving her questioning glances. That baby was coming, no matter how much she tried to keep it from happening.

"Good God…!" She cried, feeling the head coming out against her hand.

With a scream, shutting her eyes and gripping at the bible in her hands, Linda pushed. The head came to a full crown into her panties, making Linda's leg shake as she pushed her hips forward, allowing herself to push.

Her head shook between Pastor Jeff and her husband in desperation, and she saw the lust in Pastor Jeff's eyes and the indifference in her husband's.

"Adam… help me, damn…!" She shouted, her body pushing against her wishes, the head still sliding into her panties.

"God takes cheating very seriously, Linda," Pastor Jeff continued, staring directly at her this time.

As much as she tried not to push, to no avail, her body was pushing with every contraction and the baby's head was suddenly out.

She couldn't hear his next words, using all her focus to pull her panties down and push.

"I think that you have learned your lesson this time. Next time, try to remain far away from those satanic practices!"

Linda heard the words and then she buckled her hips forward, moving down to a squat on the floor. The shoulders came out with a gush of fluid.

"Ughn... God!" Linda grunted, closing her eyes shut and pushing.

Under the shared smirk of her husband and Pastor Jeff, and the horrified gaze of the rest of the church, Linda screamed her baby out, saying in vain the name of the Lord many times.

[unitchiefs-blackbirdphoenix]

If Emily wasn’t made the godmother of JJ’s kids (or even the other mother, if it Will wasn’t around for longer), then why is it that we have these:

Lo-fi (3x20): Emily’s enthusiasm of JJ announcing her pregnancy.

Paradise (4x04): When JJ was pregnant with Henry and put headphones over her belly to avoid having him listen to gory stuff, Emily was the first and only person who asked why and what type of music JJ has Henry listen to.

Memoriam (4x07): When Jordan is shadowing JJ in the office, and Emily says she’s always been telling JJ how beautiful she looks while pregnant.

JJ joking around when she said she wants Henry to get into Yale (Emily Prentiss, a graduate from Yale that could’ve made an easy phone call for that to happen, or teach him world cultures and languages herself if she wanted to).

Normal (4x11): When the team comes back from a case, JJ is in the roundtable room with Henry in her arms, and Emily’s face immediately lights up when she sees the two of them. Then, she comes over and is still beaming at baby Henry, softly going “hi!” at him. Shortly after, Derek wanting to hold Henry, and Emily telling and guiding him to be careful with Henry (she was STRESSING OUT when Derek was holding him more than JJ).

Fast forward to There’s No Place Like Home (7x07) and A Family Affair (7x16): Emily voices her concern/checking in on Henry feeling sick. In the other episode, she convinces JJ to have Reid take care of Henry while they go out, in which JJ was initially reluctant to do but eventually gave into Emily’s suggestion.

You also can’t tell me that on most cases where they have to travel and share rooms, Emily insists on helping JJ when they roomed together.

And the fact that Emily at that point wanted kids herself, just being the godmother of JJ’s baby would’ve been the closest and best thing to her. JJ even knows that when she sees Emily interact with children on cases, the most prominent being in Children of the Dark (3x04). JJ is the one that tells Emily she would be a great mom, and Emily believes her.

I know the show probably doesn’t want to have the whole “all women should be mothers” agenda, but with these implications of Emily already thinking about becoming a maternal figure in some way could’ve influenced JJ’s decision on having her as a godparent, alongside Reid and/or Garcia. Emily also says though she knows she has a job that requires traveling, she has enough resources and money to take care of a child.

Realistically, Emily would’ve been a reliable and potential choice as a godparent to JJ’s kids.

Inspired by @donnydamakkk and my convo on one of his posts!