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bitterie-sweetie · 1 year

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This is how we fall

Pairing: Mingyu x reader Genre: fluff, light angst, fake dating au WC: 18.5k Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, alcohol A/N: happy belated mingyu day!! this is an updated ver of my fave fic i posted for another fandom, but i think it fits mingyu the most <3

You should know better than to make a deal with a stranger, but the need for a date to Minghao’s party has you desperate. It can’t be too bad though; all you have to do is show Mingyu what you saw in your reading, and he would be your date for one night. Simple enough, right?

The fates were playing with you.

That much you can be sure of—there is absolutely no way you should be seeing yourself in one of your clients' readings, in the same way that you aren't able to see what lies in your own future. And yet, here you are, getting a glimpse at the same hairstyle, the same smooth skin and face shape that you see in the mirror every day. It isn't entirely clear when your client doesn't look at his lover's face directly, but surely those features are enough to conclude that it's you, right?

"I see myself in your future."

"Is that a terrible pickup line or are you serious?"

You vaguely notice that Mingyu is laughing. It makes you realize that neither option was a good one really; a pickup line would imply you're interested in him, while seeing yourself in his future certainly implies a lot more than that. Perhaps you silently pray to the fates that those words didn't make their way to your boss in the other room.

But as the scene progresses, there are some other details that you notice. The kitchen in the background doesn't look familiar at all, nor do you recognize the light fragrance of oranges surrounding you—not a bad scent, though it isn't one you have lying around at home. What his lover is wearing is different from anything you own too, which could only indicate that you were wrong: they have to be someone else.

"Nah," you shrug, quickly trying to brush off your mistake, "I was just kidding."

That earns you a bemused smile as Mingyu raises an eyebrow, entirely unconvinced. "You sure about that?"

With a nod, you quickly pull your hands back to break out of the visions and internally curse yourself for being stupid enough to think that the lover in the visions was you. Just how delusional are you now? Sure, you've always been a head in the clouds type of person, falling in love with the possibility that everywhere you go, the next person you meet might just be the love of your life. Eye contact with the cute dog walker at the park turns into getting lost in their eyes while walking under the stars, and a brush of hands with the hot barista at the local coffee shop turns into holding hands while reciting wedding vows.

And admittedly, Mingyu is good-looking. But this isn't the same—he's a client, and you're working. It was silly to have thought of the possibility of being in his future in the first place, but even more ridiculous to have said it out loud.

You immediately shake off the thoughts when you catch him staring.

"So?" He leans forward, looking at you like he has some big secret to share. "What did you see?"

"Um, your love life will be just fine."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." You avoid his gaze, choosing to stare at the small piece of lint on your sleeve instead. "Things will run smoothly with your partner. I could sense your love for them and how committed to them you are. And similarly, how in love with you they are."

This is the part you've always hated the most about the job. Jeonghan may have thought that hiring a "real psychic" was a good idea, but you think otherwise—surely anyone who knows anything about palm reading would immediately be able to tell that you're a fake. A fraud. You're not here to look over the love lines and life lines on your clients' palms when the visions come to you as naturally as breathing: they let you see a few scenes from the client's future, usually scenes involving a lover from what you've gathered over the years. And while it's no surprise that Jeonghan put you on love readings because of this ability, it's not like you can tell clients about the exact scenes you see.

Hence why you resort to vague summaries of the readings that make you feel like an imposter.

"Really?" Mingyu cocks his head, still watching you carefully. "Anything else?"

There were three scenes that you witnessed: holding hands across the table at what looked like a dimly lit restaurant, with tiny scars on his lover's hands. "There might be some dark times in your life or your partner's, but the two of you will be able to support each other." A kiss in what seemed like an open-air market, with the sweet taste of apples on your lips and the warmth of sunshine against your skin. "They'll bring you warmth." Then there was the final scene where you thought you'd seen yourself—slow dancing in the kitchen at midnight with faint music playing in the background and Mingyu's soft whispers reaching his lover's ears. "And your partner will make you believe in love again."

A fairly normal set of scenes compared to some of the things you've seen from other people, although it's a bit strange that they happen to be scenes where he's not looking directly at his lover.

"Hmm, okay." Mingyu nods slowly and then purses his lips, seemingly deep in thought. Maybe it's the dimness in the room, but it's like you can see the gradual change in his demeanour as his smile falters. "That sounds great and all, but I'm single as hell right now."

It takes all your efforts to not let your shock show. "Well, it can be your future partner."

"Sure, I guess." He shrugs, but the gloomy expression never leaves his face.

You open your mouth to give a retort, to defend yourself or to convince him somehow, but nothing comes out. Plenty of skeptical people have sat in that very seat before, but you've never dealt with someone who reacted like this. It almost seems like a prank or a test that Jeonghan is giving you to gauge how well you can react in these types of situations.

"Things didn't really end well with my ex, so I don't know if I'd want to go through all of that again." He grimaces. "But I'm kind of curious as to know how you came up with that."

"Well, what did you expect?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe something more realistic? Like telling me why my past relationship failed and if I'm destined to have bad luck with them."

Destined to have bad luck with them? Now that's a first. Many clients have argued with you before that any bad readings would never come true, but you're surprised to hear that it's the other way around with Mingyu. Just what has he gone through to make him doubt a good reading? You almost want to convince him, to have this reading be what helps him out of this turmoil that he's going through.

"I can show you, if you want." The words are out of your mouth before you can process them, and it isn't until you see the stupefied expression on his face that you realize just what you said.

"What?"

"I can show you what I saw in the reading," you repeat, figuring it's too late now to back out. Show him? Are you out of your mind? At least the worst that can happen is it'd make you look stupid; there is no way he'd accept—

"Oh. Um, yeah." Mingyu's shock gradually disappears and turns into something else that you can't quite pinpoint, but you might say that it almost looks like hope. "Okay, sure. How would that work?"

"I can show you the locations that I saw and, um, the—" You pause because how are you supposed to word this? "The events that happen in them."

This should be when he says you're joking, that he's not going to fall for some scam. But against all odds, he nods, and a smile gradually appears. "Is this a part of what's included in the reading, or do I have to pay extra?"

You're about to open your mouth and tell him that it's included—to essentially own up to your own mistake of offering in the first place—but something else comes to mind.

There is the party coming up. You've been complaining to Jeonghan all day about your lack of a date for Minghao's party, since receiving the invite and figuring out just who would be there. And while normally you wouldn't care about whether you had a date or not, this would be the first time that you're reconnecting with your old college crowd since graduating and leaving certain people behind.

"It's not included, but you don't have to pay; I'd gladly accept a favour instead. There's this party that I'm going to, and I need a date—not even like a real date. You could just be my fake date and—" You force yourself to stop when he doesn't react and simply blinks at you. "Never mind, forget I ever said anything. I'll just ask Jeonghan to be my date—"

"Y/N, you know I can't go to that thing," Jeonghan voice comes floating in from the other room. "I have a business to run."

Mingyu's face brightens, eyes twinkling in amusement, and you have to resist the urge to sink into the ground. "Okay, so a party? Sure, I can go to this party with you if that's what you want."

You want to stop this thing in its tracks. Your joke of an offer coupled with the mention of the party to a complete strange surely would be a recipe for disaster, and besides, why would he would even care to know what you saw in the reading? Why would he believe you if you do show him the scenes? But you can't bring yourself to say any of that. At the prospect of being handed a solution to your dateless party problem, you decide to bite your tongue and go ahead with it. Showing him a few locations that you saw in your reading would be nothing compared to being alone with certain people from your past.

"Okay, deal. Let's do it."

A few minutes later, he's leaving the shop with a little wave, and a new contact has been saved into your phone.

"You good?" Jeonghan raises an eyebrow, stepping out of the back room as he gives you a look that says he heard everything. His glasses are halfway down his face and hair ruffled like he tugged on the strands in frustration way too many times, which isn't surprising when the shop is on the verge of needing to be shut down. "Were you serious about asking me to be your date?"

"No, you must've heard wrong." You quickly shake your head, plastering on a smile. "And I'm great. Wonderful. Amazing." You're definitely not. "Everything is fine." It definitely isn't.

The only reaction you get is a teasing grin. "Well," Jeonghan pats you on the shoulder, "let me know how it goes. Maybe you really did see yourself in his future."

Great.

It was at this moment you knew you fucked up.

"You look like you just lost your job," Soonyoung says right when you step into the apartment that night.

You shoot him a glare. "Unprovoked?"

He's slouched in yet another strange position on the couch, eyeing you with the concern that should probably be going towards fixing his posture, and his phone screen in hand is flashing with probably some show he's been bingeing despite the TV being only a few feet away.

A typical night at your residence, really.

"Should I leave?" he asks, sitting up straighter.

You kick your shoes off, too worn out to think of a smart retort tonight. Then you slump onto the couch beside him. "Is it that obvious?"

"Uh huh. You want to talk about it?"

With a sigh, you start from the beginning. Mingyu had been friendly when he walked in that evening, all charming smiles and lingering stares. There wasn't anything particularly interesting about him, though you may have thought he was good-looking and may have been a tiny bit glad that he made a last-minute decision to switch from the career reading to the love reading.

You tell Soonyoung about the readings, dragging on the details until he's waving you on impatiently. And then comes the end—the deal you made where you'd show Mingyu what you saw in the reading in exchange for having him be your date to Minghao's party.

"Why the hell would you do that?" Soonyoung narrows his eyes, stare seeming to bore into your skull. "He was hot, wasn't he?"

"Um, well..."

"I knew it." Then he put his hands on your shoulders and shakes you a little. "Y/N," he looks you dead in the eye, "you need to stop being so nice to people you find hot. Well, except for me; I'm an exception."

You scoff. "It's not that. I need a date for this party, okay? You know he's going to be there so there's no way I'm showing up alone."

"Forget the party," he gives a dismissing wave, "how are you going to show him everything? The guy seems like someone who doesn't believe in this kind of stuff."

"Yeah," you mutter, "maybe he knows I'm a fraud and is secretly filming all this for his YouTube channel. Can you imagine the title? Delusional psychic makes up romantic scenes."

If Mingyu really did think you were a fraud, he wouldn't be wrong. After all, you only learned about the different palm lines as a cover for the real abilities you used for these readings. Maybe it isn't such a bad idea to switch over to regular readings now though; if only you'd been blessed with Jeonghan's bullshitting skills instead of this ability that's starting to feel more like a curse.

"No, Y/N. Who does he think he is?" Soonyoung abruptly gets up from the couch, hands balled into fists instead of laughing at your joke like you thought he would. "No one forced him to go to you. And we all know that fortune telling is a big sham; surely he should know to take everything with a grain of salt."

You nod, but then you think back to the reading. "Well, I did think that I could be wrong. The reading was... well, it was weird. I couldn't see his lover's face, like, it either went by really fast or he wasn't looking at them at all."

"Those scenes don't necessarily have to be with the ex he mentioned, right? You have no control over what point of someone's life you see."

Soonyoung is right. You can't control the time frame of someone's life you witness, so it's plausible that the love interest is someone else entirely. Perhaps from a future relationship, or maybe Mingyu and his ex if they get back together one day.

Or maybe the visions are wrong. Just because they haven't been wrong before doesn't mean it can't happen.

"Or," Soonyoung flops back onto the couch excitedly, "do you think it's because he has bad eyesight?" He leans in until his face is mere centimeters away from yours, pretending to examine you through squinted eyes. "Maybe he never sees his lover's face that clearly anyway."

"There's a big difference between having bad eyesight and simply not looking at something, you know."

"Then do you want to use me as practice?" He holds out his hand, placing it on your knee with his palm up. "You can check if futures can change or if eyesight really does affect the readings."

You give him one last skeptical glance before going along with it. Then you press two thumbs at the edges of his palm with your eyes closed and wait for the visions to arrive.

It's been years since you've glanced into his future, but still you immediately recognize the images. There's Soonyoung laughing while on a picnic with Wonwoo in the same sunny field, Wonwoo playing the guitar in your current apartment, and a final close up of the ring on Soonyoung's slender finger. You wonder if he still remembers this last one; you're at the age where all of your friends are getting engaged left and right, and you're half expecting a wedding invitation any day now.

But just before you can pull your hands back and ask him if the first two events have already happened, the vision changes. A new scene takes shape this time and it confuses you at first because the view starts off with an unfamiliar ceiling. Then as Soonyoung glances down, Wonwoo's face comes into view and—

"What the hell?" You immediately jerk back, scrambling to break out of the vision. "Please don't get me to do your reading ever again."

Soonyoung gives you a confused glance. "Why, what did you see? Did it change?"

"Let me just say that I really don't need to see the things that you and Wonwoo do."

"You—you saw what?"

"I heard it too." You bury your face in your hands, trying to wipe the memory away. "The visions really just had to give me first person seats to a show I never wanted to see."

Soonyoung chokes on his spit.

If Mingyu forgot about this agreement entirely once he left the shop, it wouldn't surprise you. You'd just take it as one of those situations where friends tell each other to hang out but never end up making plans, so why would this be any different?

What surprises you is that he does text you a few days later.

So through your text conversation, you tell him all about the first scene you saw—the restaurant with the hand holding across the table. A dinner date, essentially. It's a good thing that this is the easiest scene to reenact; maybe after this he'd decide that he's had enough of this fake fortune telling stunt while still upholding his end of the agreement.

But despite how simple the scene is, the thought of doing this makes you all kinds of nervous. Your stomach twists at the thought of spending a whole night on the receiving end of Mingyu's intense stare, especially when this would be so different from your interactions with him while working that day. At least at work you knew what you were doing. This on the other hand, is completely out of your range of knowledge. Like, what do people talk about during these kinds of events? What if whatever you're eating gets really messy? What if—

"Wait, where are you going today? Soonyoung didn't tell me about this." Wonwoo glances over at his boyfriend in confusion before turning back to you. "And what did you agree to do?"

"Um," you say slowly, glancing between the two perched on the couch. "I made a deal to show a client what I saw in his reading."

"But why?" Wonwoo puts his hand on your knee, leaning over with concern written on his face. "You haven't done anything like this before for your other customers, have you?"

"No way. I probably wouldn't be doing this if he hadn't agreed to be my date for Minghao's party."

Maybe it was weird to have agreed to this—the look on Wonwoo's face said as much. After all, Mingyu is a stranger, and you don't know anything about him other than the flashes of his life you witnessed through the reading. But won't it simply feel like an awkward first date? All you have to do is take him to a restaurant that resembles the one you saw and hold hands across the table. It can't be too challenging when there is no need to do much talking nor get to know each other.

"Oh. Because of..." Wonwoo trails off, giving you a feeble smile. "Right."

"Well, don't mention him," Soonyoung elbows him in the ribs.

Wonwoo waves his boyfriend off. "I'm not sure how you're going to make this client believe you, but your time with him today doesn't have to be a bad thing."

"But babe, you didn't see how upset Y/N was that night after agreeing to this." The dramatic pout on Soonyoung's face has you rolling your eyes. Then he turns to you. "He might be hot, but he could still be an asshole. This guy seems like bad news. What if you get kidnapped? What if you go missing? Who's going to help pay the rent then? And—"

"Don't act like you're not waiting for me to move out so that Wonwoo can move in," you reach over to flick him on the forehead. "Thanks for your concern but I think I'll be just fine."

"At least share your location with us, okay? If you need an emergency phone call to get you out of there, I have my scream perfected."

"Unfortunately, I am very aware of that." You definitely don't want to think about the last time Soonyoung called to pull you out of a group meeting back in college and nearly damaged the hearing of your entire group. "Okay, I'm really going to go now."

"Oh and," a hand wraps around your wrist just as you stand, "don't fall for him."

"Shut up, it's literally one meeting."

One meeting won't be a big deal. It'd be a nice dinner date with some innocent hand holding, and then you probably wouldn't have to see Mingyu again until the party. Nothing can't go wrong when you'd be in public the whole time anyway.

Soonyoung shouts something that sounds like, "At least wear something nicer!" but you're already out the door.

"Oh, you actually came." Mingyu comments, face instantly lighting up when he spots you. "I almost thought you decided to back out."

"Me? Never." You try for a smile, but you know he's referring to your tardiness.

It'd be easy to blame your annoying roommate for holding you up today, but embarrassingly enough, it wasn't because of him. Your shortcut through the park's uneven grounds was the culprit, causing your massive tumble which ultimately led to being much too late for this date. It's times like this when you wish your ability would let you see more useful things than random points in other people's futures.

Upon arriving at the restaurant though, you realize that something else you wish you'd seen is how your choice of restaurant is nothing like what you expected. You picked the place after scavenging through the depths of Google Maps, digging up pictures left and right from various reviews, and the single review of this place was the only one that seemed to match the one in your visions. In the photo, the restaurant was just as dim, and looked like a casual place. But now, in front of you, is a restaurant that looks nothing like the one in the photo.

In front of you is something much fancier—small chandeliers hang above every table and elegant decorations line the walls. There is no doubt that it must've gone through a major upgrade since the local reviewer posted those pictures from five years ago. Now not only was your attempt at finding the restaurant in your visions futile, but this place also makes you wish you chose a different occupation entirely. Preferably one that pays more than the meager amount your readings are worth.

"Well, this is an interesting choice," Mingyu comments, eyeing the walls. "Seems like a nice place."

You debate pulling him right out of there. "Um, actually, it's not—"

"Hi, do you have a reservation?" the hostess asks, looking between the two of you. And before you can even answer, there are two menus in her hands and she's leading you to your table. Great. Perhaps you'd just have to take off one of your rings and fake a proposal for the sake of a free meal if it turns out to be too expensive. You heard that it worked for a friend of a friend once upon a time.

Once seated, you nearly do a double take. There is no dim lighting obscuring Mingyu's handsome face this time, and under the glow of the chandelier, you can finally see his smooth skin, plush lips, and large eyes that seem to twinkle when he glances at you for whatever reason. If you thought he was good looking before, you have to admit that he looks even better today.

You turn to the menu instead, studying it intensely despite having immediately picked out the cheapest option. Five minutes go by. The waitress comes by to take your orders. Another five minutes. Are first dates always this awkward? It's been years since you've gone out with anyone, but if this were the reality of the dating scene, maybe third-wheeling your friends for the rest of your life wouldn't be such a bad idea.

Mingyu clears his throat. "Should we start with the basics?"

"What?"

"A story to tell people at the party if they ask about us." He swirls his drink around, eyes flickering to yours occasionally. "We need to be on the same page with our answers to make it convincing."

Right, he's going to be your fake boyfriend for the party. You haven't thought that far yet when you've had the scenes to worry about, but he's not wrong. "Oh. Um, okay. So how did we meet? It wouldn't be through mutual friends because most of them would be there. Maybe a dating app?"

"Hmm," he hums, looking over everything on the table as he thinks. "We met at your shop when I got a reading done. Then you showed me how everything happens."

"We're just going with the truth?" You're slightly doubtful of whether this story would be believable, yet the same time you're relieved you wouldn't have to be lying. Soonyoung has always said you were a terrible liar. "I guess that works. So then how did we fall for each other?"

Mingyu presses his lips together and thinks for a while. "Through reenactments of the things you saw in the reading." As if for emphasis, he moves his drink out of the way before putting his hand on the table between the two of you, and then beckons for you to do the same.

"Oh. This is what you mean by reenact it."

Of course you knew this might be what he wanted, and you came here fully prepared to reenact this with him. But because of your fall at the park earlier, now the fresh scrapes on your palms are telling you to stop in your tracks. You shouldn't be touching anything and sure as hell don't want him to see the state of your battered hands.

You opt for a shrug, feigning nonchalance. "Um, yeah it was just hand holding. You know, we don't have to actually—"

"Come on, Y/N." He puts on a pout and the longer he stares at you, the more his eyes somehow start to have the effect of puppy eyes. "Just humour me?"

So you give in, reluctantly. You reach out a hand and rest it on his with your palm up to show him exactly why you don't want to do this.

Mingyu's eyes widen at you before he's holding your hand up to examine it closely. "Oh shit. What happened? Did you fall on your way here? Is that why you were late?"

You nod a little.

"Hey, you should've said something. I'll go ask for some bandages, okay?"

"No, it's fine—" you start, but he only shoots you a smile before leaving his seat.

Looking down, you can see that your palms already appear to be much better than earlier—the red splotches are mainly dry now, and the dirt has been wiped off. Thankfully, Mingyu didn't see the worst of it, but that does little to stop the embarrassment in its tracks. You only hope that the heat at your cheeks fades when he comes back a few minutes later waving a handful of bandages around.

You think that it would end there, but it doesn't. Mingyu insists on putting these bandages on your wounds. His fingers are light where they graze your skin as he carefully places them on your scrapes, and it's such a nice gesture that you're suddenly taken aback. This is supposed to be a quick dinner, and he's supposed to hate you for the bad reading. But now you question if any of that is true when he continues to act so kind and friendly.

"This is not how it's supposed to go." You frown, trying not to stare at his face as he works on the bandages in total concentration. "Not at all."

Because your hands may be in his across the table as you wait for your food to come, but he's only holding them to bandage your wounds. And while this restaurant does seem romantic, it's nowhere near the look of the one in your visions.

Mingyu's eyes fill with amusement when he looks up. "Holding hands across the table as we wait for our food, right? Isn't this close enough?"

"You're bandaging me. This isn't remotely romantic."

"Love isn't always supposed to be romantic, Y/N," he says dramatically, rolling his eyes. "Haven't your readings shown you the small things that people do for each other?"

You wonder just what kind of readings he thinks you do. "Um. I guess."

He does have a point. Maybe this moment, no matter how embarrassing or ridiculous it seems, is better than having to sit through faking or pretending everything. It may force you to be vulnerable, but each gentle brush of Mingyu's fingers and each press of a bandage against your palms hint at a vulnerable side of him too.

You study him, wanting to figure out just what kind of person he is. Why is he being so kind when the two of you are practically strangers? When this meetup should be a quick meal at a casual food place, involving no more physical contact than two seconds of hand holding? Well, perhaps five seconds. But now, it seems like the two of you have gone beyond your original plans of fake pleasantries.

"All done." He lightly presses the last bandage onto your palm, and you're grateful for the arrival of your food as an excuse to pull your hand back.

"So, um," you rack your brain for literally anything to say, "why did you come in for a reading that day?"

"There was a career decision that I was stuck on," Mingyu picks at his food then looks up with a twinkle in his eyes. "I don't believe in this whole fortune telling thing, but I needed some advice on what to do. Figured that maybe while you were telling me to look deep inside myself and to follow my heart or whatever, I'd suddenly get an epiphany about what to do."

"And did you?"

"Yeah."

"Even without the reading? The boss would've done a good job on it." That part is true; you may be the real psychic of the two of you, but you can't deny how good Jeonghan's readings are. Heck, you'd rather choose to believe his words over what you see in your own visions.

A nod. "Just going there gave me what I needed. I decided it would be good to start fresh, to try something new." He pauses to take a sip of water, but then his eyes snap to yours. "Wait, hold on. Did you say he's your boss? You were going to ask your boss to be your date? For the party?"

"Oh, Jeonghan?" You want to laugh at the incredulous expression on his face. "Nah, he's not exactly my boss. We met in college as classmates."

Your previous thoughts about not needing to talk completely disappear as you tell him about how this little psychic shop started. It had been Jeonghan's idea, a backup plan for a backup plan essentially. He'd always joked about starting a business if nothing else worked out after graduation, and the opportunity came around sooner than expected.

"Damn, I wish my boss was chill like that. Mine really makes everyone stay back to finish the projects that he deems urgent when they aren't."

"You mean you're not in school?" You have to wipe the shock from your face. "I would've thought that you were some frat boy in college."

Mingyu stares at you blankly, blinking a couple of times. "You know, I'm not sure if that was a compliment or insult." He frowns. "Well, I guess it's good that my job hasn't aged me too much yet. But frat boy? Really?"

"Hey, maybe that should be our cover instead," you tease. "Frat boy Mingyu who I met at a party in college years ago but only recently reconnected with."

He rolls his eyes at you, suddenly starting to chew so aggressively that you have to laugh at his expression.

The rest of the night goes by similarly, allowing you to forget all your worries about awkward first dates. Mingyu is a good conversationalist and surprisingly funny to, and when he drops his fork and later bumps his head on the chandelier is so endearing that you find yourself smiling every time you look at him.

As the two of you walk back to the shop afterwards, your time together leaves you thinking about how he's not the person you thought he would be. Maybe you should know that already based on the glimpse into his future because the warmth that you'd seen from those scenes alone could've been an indicator.

"There are two more things you saw, right?" Mingyu turns to you, sparkles in his eyes from the reflection of streetlights right outside the shop. "Are you free next weekend too?"

"Wait." You're almost sure you heard wrong. "You—you want to see the rest of them? The scenes I saw?"

"Yeah, of course," he says like it's obvious, seemingly unable to understand the surprise that must be on your face.

This is a possibility that you never considered at all. You don't get why he would want to see you or spend time with you again, or how showing him what you saw in the visions would possibly convince him that they're real. "Oh, um. I didn't think you would be interested."

"Why not? We still need to figure out more of our cover story for this party too." He gives a shrug and then raises a hand up in a wave. "See you next week?"

"Yeah, okay," you manage to say. "Next week."

The rest of the way home is filled with Mingyu's words echoing through your mind.

When you open the door to your apartment, Soonyoung drops his phone mid-scroll, giving you a onceover that makes his eyes as big as saucers. Then he's running over to you.

Right, you completely forgot about your state of being until this reminder.

"What the fuck happened to you? Did the Mingyu guy do all of this?" He stops you in the middle of the hallway, hands on your shoulders to spin you around as he glances over every inch of the mess of blood and dirt on your clothing. You understand what it would look like from the outside—the result of your fall must be fueling his thoughts about Mingyu being a bad guy. Maybe it looks like you bravely jumped out of a moving car and managed to crawl back home.

"No—"

"See? I told you he was bad news," he huffs and then guides you into the kitchen where he sits you down on a chair. "What happened? Did he pull something weird? Should we be calling the police?"

You feel a laugh on the verge of escaping your throat, but you bite it back. Soonyoung's questions are so absurd that you almost want to keep quiet and make him frustrated by his overwhelming curiosity. That'd certainly be one way of annoying him the way he always annoys you.

"No, nothing like that," you say instead, shaking your head. "I tripped and fell while walking through the park." Then you hold up your palms to show him the small bandages where they're peeling at the corners. "He helped bandage me at the restaurant."

Soonyoung nods slowly, but judging by his narrowed eyes, he's entirely unconviced. "Okay, but you look like you got into a fight with him or something. And why would you go through the park?"

"You're the one who made me late, okay? I had to take the shortcut." You go to push him then instantly regret it when the contact makes your palms throb. "Anyway, Mingyu was really nice. Though the, um, reenactment didn't really go as planned."

Then you begin to update him on everything that happened during your date, starting from the restaurant and how it didn't match the visions, to your fall and the bandages. But as you go over all of the moments, you realize there are a few things you intentionally leave out, like the tiny crinkles that appeared at the corners of Mingyu's eyes whenever he smiled. His soft hands that bandaged you so tenderly. Maybe he was right that love is all about the small gestures—even though you initially thought the moment paled in comparison to the one in the reading, the more you replay the day over in your mind, the more you realize that it was indeed romantic in its own way.

"And? Is that it?" Soonyoung gestures wildly. "You won't have to see him until the party, right?"

You can feel the smile on your face fade. "Um, actually. He wants to meet again for the next scene that I saw."

"Don't tell me that's the kiss scene?"

"Yeah... the kiss."

"Well, good luck with that one." Soonyoung's smirk only grows at your reaction. He gives you a pat on the back, but it feels just as insincere as his words. "Try not to fall for him."

As your roommate leaves the room, you can only sigh. This is exactly why you left out those details about this date—Soonyoung would be making fun of you forever. Yes, that has to be the reason. It definitely wasn't because you considered those moments special.

All week, you try to come up with a plan to avoid showing Mingyu the next scene from the visions. You think about making up a more PG-rated scenario since there is no way he would know if what you're showing is real or not, but how can you lie about it when he'll experience the real thing in his future? Besides, Soonyoung tells you the scenarios you come up with are lame.

So your choices for this scene are really limited—either you would have to share a kiss with him in public or watch as his face contorts with disgust at the thought of having to kiss you. Or perhaps you would be dealing with the awkwardness of dead silence between you once he turns down the kiss. Either way, today is not looking good for you.

On top of that, the location for this scene gives you even more trouble than the first one did. You hadn't exactly gathered much information from it; without being able to use your sense of sight, you only know there was kissing, the smell of the outdoors, and light chatter in the background. A park might seem too public, too open of a space to be doing this, and a forest trail might be too isolated and not sunny enough compared to the sun you'd felt on your skin.

In the end, you decide on the market. A cute date at the market seemed like it could be the perfect balance, and today it bustles with the afternoon crowd of couples on their date and the elderly running their errands. When you look at Mingyu, your hypothesis is confirmed—beside you, he watches the rows of vendor carts and tents with amazement in his eyes.

"You've never been here before?"

Mingyu shakes his head. "Nah. I've been meaning to, but just haven't had the chance to yet." Then he turns to you with a teasing smile. "You chose the perfect spot. It's like you actually read my mind."

"I can assure you I'm not psychic like that," you mutter, stunned for a second. "Let's take our time exploring and see everything today."

So the two of you slowly walk through each aisle and you watch him marvel at different items from each of the stalls you stop at. It's merely an excuse, though. You're stalling. You still haven't told him about what is supposed to happen in the second scene, and you've been carefully dancing around the topic each time he asked. How are you supposed to blatantly say that the two of you are supposed to kiss? All you can do is hope that the wonders of the market would distract him enough so that he forgets why you're here at all.

"So how long have we known each other?" Mingyu turns to ask as the two of you walk to the next stall. "And what kind of party is it? Don't tell me I unknowingly signed up to go to a wedding with you."

"It's not that much better actually—it's an engagement party."

He stops dead in his tracks. You laugh.

"A year minimum," you continue like he's not giving you a deadpan stare. "Maybe two? We should be pretty serious about... each other."

"Do you think I could watch over the shop for you while you take your boss to be your date?" He pauses, looking at you with hopeful eyes that immediately dim when you shake your head. "What have I gotten myself into?" Then he's walking to the next stall with dramatically loud steps, though you manage to catch the smile he tries to hide.

The rest of your cover story slowly comes together over the course of the date—he asked you out, some of the places you frequent are last week's restaurant and today's market, and you sometimes spend the weekend at his place which is why Soonyoung and Wonwoo haven't met him yet.

After exploring the majority of the stalls a while later, Mingyu finally turns to you.

"Hey, let's head over there." He nods at the field behind the market, shooting you a grin when he takes your hand in his.

You hope he doesn't hear the startled sound that escapes from the back of your throat.

Tucked away behind the row of vendors at the very edge of the market is a field with a few empty picnic tables. And while you aren't sure if this is how the kiss happens in the vision, you get the feeling that maybe he knows. The bit of privacy behind the stalls and the way the noises of the market gradually fade into the background as you approach the table tell you as much—if you were looking for an opportunity to reenact the scene today, it would be here and now.

You climb onto the table, letting your legs dangle off the bench while Mingyu follows suit beside you.

"You haven't said anything about why we're here today." He eyes you up and down with amusement playing on his lips. "Why? Is it something bad?" The teasing tilt in his voice paired with a slight eyebrow raise is enough to have your cheeks quickly burning up.

Then the embarrassment kicks in. You know that there is no avoiding it when the two of you are already at the location of the second scene in your vision, and now it's just a matter of telling him. But no matter how you try to phrase it in his head, what could possibly be a good way of telling your client that you're supposed to kiss him? That's what Mingyu is, right? A client that wanted to see and experience the things in your reading of his future.

"Um. It's... a hug," you say hesitantly, testing the way it sounds in your mouth. Picturing the way his face would fall at the word 'kiss' is enough to scare you into changing your mind at the last second. "A hug is supposed to happen here."

As if he knows you're not telling the truth, Mingyu cocks his head. "Oh yeah? Here of all places?" Maybe it really was a bad idea to lie; you should've believed Soonyoung when he said you can't tell a lie to save your life.

"Yeah." You try to swallow the lump in your throat. "I'm not sure why it's here either."

If he does detect your lie though, he doesn't say anything about it. Instead, his expression morphs into something softer. "Love can be found everywhere, Y/N. Even in a hug at the market if you want it to." Then he gets up and holds his arms open, eyes twinkling with the question of whether you want this.

And do you want this? It might be too soon to be doing this when you barely know each other, but it's also too soon for your heart to be speeding up the way it does, for you to feel a small burst of butterflies in your stomach every time he so much as stares at you for a moment too long, and for this cover story and the reenactments to feel more tangible than the abstract concepts they are meant to be.

But despite all that, you find yourself getting up from the table and carefully stepping into Mingyu's arms. You slowly relax in the warmth of his embrace and let the faint scent of his cologne envelop you, and though it's a tender, loose hug, you can feel the steady beating of his heart and the rises and falls of his every breath.

"Is this how it happens?" he whispers, the rumble of his voice vibrating through his chest.

You can't respond. You don't know how to, nor do you know why he's even the slightest bit willing to act out a scene from a stupid reading that he probably deems a scam anyway. So the obvious answer would be to say yes and call it a day.

The answer is at the tip of your tongue. But as you open your mouth to respond, something stops you from continuing the lie. "No, not quite."

It's the same feeling that tells you to cup his cheek and bring him closer to you, and it makes you lean forward, just until you can see his smooth sun-kissed skin and the small mole at the tip of his nose. And then you're slowly squeezing your eyes shut and bringing your lips to his—kissing him, like how it happens in the reading.

Mingyu's surprise is evident in the way he freezes momentarily, and the rational part of your mind would think that this is it. This is your big mistake and now he's going to back away and—

He kisses you back.

He pulls you even closer and you expect it to feel like the delicate kiss in the reading, but it's completely different in that he kisses you like he wants this. Like he wants you. Those supple lips glide across yours, consuming you, making you feel like you're sinking into the depths of his touch and his body. And all you can do is hang on, grasping weakly at his collar as every essence of your being is filled with want for a person you shouldn't want.

Mingyu breaks the kiss just as you start to think this might be too intense to be done in public.

He catches his breath and then gives you a shy smile, not quite meeting your eyes. "Oh, so that's how it happens?"

Your head is still spinning, but when you look at Mingyu, it's like he's glowing. The way the sun glistens on his skin and lights up his face makes him so beautiful that you almost forget to breathe. If the kiss hadn't felt so real, you might've been thinking that this moment, and Mingyu himself, are straight out of a dream.

You can answer him easily now. "Yeah, it is."

When he takes your hand a moment later, all the thoughts about cover stories and readings and Minghao's party disappear from your mind, leaving only the warmth of him beside you and the memory of his lips on yours.

However, reality hits you very soon. There, by one of the nearby stalls, is someone who looks like Mingyu's lover in the visions. They have the same hairstyle as you, the same smooth skin, and even the same face shape. Without directly glancing at their face, you can assume that you are looking at yourself.

But even though they don't turn your way as the two of you walk by, simply seeing them has your heart sinking. It sinks at the thought that the kiss might be nothing more than a figment of your imagination or of a world where you're both pretending that you really are the lover from the visions. That Mingyu's eagerness to kiss you, to want you, wasn't actually meant for you at all, but rather for someone he hasn't met yet.

And you don't get it. You don't understand why you're disappointed by this when it isn't even real. It shouldn't ever be real. Regardless of whether it was a good kiss, of whether it felt wonderful and realistic and enticing, you should know that it wouldn't mean anything.

Because you're not the lover from the reading.

Perhaps it shouldn't come as a surprise to you at this point, but Mingyu agrees to reenact the third and final scene of the vision. You were sure that he would say no, that he definitely wouldn't appreciate having a stranger barge into his home for this one. So to have him actually agree to it has you thinking that maybe if you tell him you're going skydiving he'd agree to that too.

This time it's not as difficult to tell him what happens in the scene—it's just slow dancing, which should be easy to reenact at least compared to the kiss at the market. All you have to do is rest your hands on his shoulders and then step side to side to the beat of the music. How hard can it be?

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Soonyoung peers at you from the doorway of the bathroom. "You barely managed to escape from this guy during your first meeting, and now you're walking right into his home." He comes closer to where you're checking your outfit in front of the mirror, and says in a loud whisper, "where you'll be alone with him."

Right, that is the part you're trying not to think about.

"You sure you can handle it? After," he gestures in the air, "what happened at the market and all."

Internally, you grumble. Externally, you ignore him.

"I know you're picturing that steamy kiss." He rolls his eyes, which you can all too clearly through the mirror. "But anyway, if you're sure about going to his place tonight, just remember to be safe, yeah? Share your location just in case. Hold your head if you're about to jump out of another moving car."

"Don't you have a boyfriend you should be bothering instead?"

That earns you an enthusiastic nod. "He should be coming soon. So take your time on your date tonight."

You finally get some peace and quiet when you step out, once again leaving your roommate mid-sentence about how you picked another terrible outfit.

You're the first to arrive at the restaurant, though it isn't long before you spot Mingyu coming from a block away—he's late for your date and clearly running to make up for it by the way he dodges other people on the street, nearly knocking them over. He gives a big wave when he sees you.

"Sorry for being so late," he pants as he bends over to catch his breath. "Thank you for waiting."

"Guess that makes us even. Although I hope you didn't trip on your way here."

That puts an instant grin on his face. "Nah, I just had to clean up the apartment a little. Well, actually," he pauses, the grin fading, "a lot. Can't have it be a mess for when you come over tonight."

"Oh, right." You still don't know why he would agree to all this, especially if it takes that much work.

The dinner goes well. It's one of the few moments of peace, considering your first meal together was ruined by the remnants of your nasty fall, and the market date was interrupted by an abrupt awakening. Despite the mishaps, you don't exactly see these events as losses when your memories are brimming with Mingyu's gentle touch when he bandaged your hands, and the warmth of his lips fitting so perfectly with your own.

And tonight? You know that there will be another moment for you to commit to memory forever.

When you arrive at your destination, you finally understand why he was late for your dinner. The place is spotless; unlit candles fill the room, a bottle of wine with empty glasses are on the counter. There are flowers in a beautiful vase on the table. It's like he spent all day running around just to set up for this moment.

"It's presentable, right?" Mingyu cracks a smile, slipping off his shoes and sliding his jacket onto the rack, followed by taking your coat as well. "Not sure how it's supposed to happen, but I figured I should at least try to make it—well, as romantic as possible."

"Wow, you didn't have to do all this," you manage to get out. You're still standing right in your spot as he goes over to light the candles, in shock and confusion over why he would possibly do such a thing.

He turns back to give you a small shrug. "I wanted you to have a good time."

When he finishes lighting the candles, he puts on some music by selecting it on his phone, seemingly having put together a whole playlist for the occasion. And if you didn't know any better, it would be so easy to believe that he simply put together a romantic date night at his place for the two of you. That he did all this because you're someone special to him. That this means something.

Well, if he can pretend for a night then maybe you can too.

You shake the thoughts from your mind and replace them with a smile as a song you don't recognize starts softly in the background. Mingyu heads to the table, beckoning you to follow, and then pours two glasses of wine.

"You know, I'm really glad I went to you that day." He takes a sip of his wine and then swirls it when he puts it down. "For the reading. I'm glad I met you. And um, I should thank you for showing me all of this."

"Shut up," you scoff, rolling your eyes. "Don't lie. You still don't believe in any of this fortune telling stuff, right?"

Mingyu bursts into laughter. "Okay, you're right. I don't. I just wanted to see some acts of love after going through a breakup, to kind of feel like there could still be hope for me. Honestly though, when you offered to show me what happens, I thought you would make up random scenarios just to date me or something." He waves dismissively at the frown on your face. "But it doesn't matter to me. Real or not, I like spending time with you, and... well, maybe you've convinced me."

"I convinced you that the reading was real?"

You're met with a shrug as he takes another sip of his wine, and in that brief silence you ponder about what he's referring to. There is no way he believes in fortune telling, so what else is there to convince him of?

But then something else pops into your mind.

"Can I ask you something?" You take a deep breath, letting out a sharp exhale when Mingyu nods. "What happened with your ex?"

It's clear that he hesitates with the way he swirls his glass, pressing his lips together and avoiding your gaze.

"Never mind. We don't have to—"

"It's okay. It was a long time ago and I'm over it." His eyes meet yours before flickering away. "Actually, I think I knew it was over long before it was really over. But I kept hoping that things could be fixed. I was stupid and kept trying."

"Hey, no, that's not stupid." You reach over and take his hand. "You were willing to put in the effort to save your relationship, and that shows you care."

But he merely shrugs. "Seems like a waste when they were busy cheating on me."

"That's not your fault, and it's not a waste. The love that you show the world is never a waste." There's a flood of emotions running through you, you belatedly realize—you're clutching the glass so tightly in your free hand that you begin to fear it might crack. It's directed at Mingyu's ex, at the thought that someone would hurt him like that when he's done nothing but fight for their relationship.

"It's kind of ironic now that I think about it," he continues. "Right before I found out they were cheating, I went to a psychic and got a reading done on the relationship. Apparently the reading said everything would be fine, and I just stupidly believed it."

"Mingyu... is that why you don't believe in this stuff anymore?"

He nods.

"I wish I didn't either." You swallow the lump in your throat, letting go of the glass. It's not only the mention of his ex that's making you feel this way, but also the lover from the visions. You want to hate them, to curse at them and at your fate for ripping away what could be a beautiful relationship before it's even within your reach.

But it all makes you want to try harder to prove it to Mingyu. That he's worth more than what his ex had made it seem, and that he doesn't need to be closed off to the idea of love because someone in the future is going to walk into his life and show him exactly that.

"Why?" He squeezes your hand lightly. "What makes you say that?"

"It's also because of an ex."

It was Junhui. Or rather, what you saw in his future. Two years after the start of your relationship and four after the start of your friendship, you'd trusted him enough to tell him about this little fortune telling party trick, and he'd trusted you to take a look at his future. Maybe that's where things went wrong.

Looking back, you aren't surprised that you saw someone else in his future. They appeared so happy together, he made her laugh, and she seemed to fit in all the ways you didn't. But there was no point in waiting for fate to inevitably bring them together while pulling the two of you apart, so you ran—you didn't want to stick around to find out what would happen.

"Wow." Mingyu blinks at you, seemingly unable to speak after your story. "Do you know if they ever met or got together? Your ex and the person you saw in his future."

You shake your head. "Haven't heard anything about him since we broke up."

"And he's the one who's going to be at this party?"

"Yeah. He's one of Minghao's close friends."

"I'm sorry that happened to you," Mingyu drops his gaze as he gently traces circles into your palm with his thumb. "I see why you don't want to believe in that stuff now. Actually, it's kind of funny how it was this fortune telling thing that screwed both of us over."

"Right? I should get Jeonghan to close the shop and we could open a boba store instead or something." You roll your eyes, chuckling at the thought. "Probably makes better money than this ever will."

"That's not a bad idea." Then he sets his glass down and stands, coming to your side to pull you into a hug. "But Y/N, don't beat yourself up for what happened, okay? You didn't know what you would see, and you have no control over it."

"I guess."

"Besides, I'll be such a good date that you won't even notice him the entire night." Mingyu releases you and steps back, smile turning shy as he holds out a hand. "Shall we?"

"I have to warn you that I'm not great at dancing," you mutter, taking his hand anyway and letting him guide you towards the space in the living room. "Don't hold me accountable for any injuries you might sustain."

When you put your hands on his shoulders, you can feel yourself tense up—your body is awkward, and your arms are too stiff as if not wanting to rest your weight on him. But when you hear a bubble of laughter and see the way Mingyu looks at you so fondly, you feel the same pull as you'd felt at the market. The pull that makes you want to relax and sink into the warmth of his body.

His touch is gentle when he places his hands on your waist, all too carefully and delicately. It makes you wonder if it's even possible that those are the same hands that his ex had willingly let go of, and if those light steps that he takes when swaying to the music are the same footsteps that will walk into the life of the lover in the visions. You wonder if this Mingyu, glancing back at you so tenderly, is the same as the one that will forget about you as soon as this moment is over.

But most of all, you wonder if the you that had originally agreed to do this is the same as the you whose heart beats faster and faster when he meets your gaze now. If the you who only wanted a date, any date for the party, could possibly be the same as the you who now finds yourself wanting to lean into his touch, wanting him to want you.

"You okay?" he murmurs, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Yeah. Perfect."

Mingyu breaks into a soft smile. "You know, I've always wondered what you keep thinking about. When you get lost in that world in your head, what do you see? What do you dream about?"

"It's different every time." You try to ignore the way your palms feel all too hot against his shoulders. "But these days... it's you."

You don't tell him that it's also getting to know him, falling for him, and imagining how you should be the one doing all those things with him like in the reading. It's picturing a love that flourishes ever so slowly, one that silently rests between the two of you, growing steadily until a day when it becomes the only thing you notice.

And though you leave all that out, your answer seems to be enough for him.

"Me?"

"Yeah," you say softly. "Whatever happened in the past—I really hope it doesn't keep you from experiencing the kind of relationship you deserve. You're not hard to love, Mingyu." Just a brief moment of hesitation before you admit, "Not at all."

Your words feed the twinkle of hope in his eyes as well as the one that seems to have been blossoming in your own heart for a while now. Maybe you can finally admit it; this would be the last time you see him, so maybe it wouldn't matter what happens tonight.

The thoughts swarming your mind are soon forgotten though. Mingyu pulls back slightly to gaze at you with a bright grin that sends your heart back into the frenzy it never recovered from. And a moment later, when his lips are on yours, the dancing, the music, and the entire scene are long forgotten in the background.

This time you let yourself believe that it's real.

You fall deeper into the world where you're the lover from the visions, a world that contains just the two of you. And this time you aren't afraid to kiss him back like you want him because you do. You pull him close until your bodies are inseparable, and you allow yourself to be overwhelmed by the heat of his mouth and the burns of his touch. You let yourself want, as your back hits the wall and you're trapped between it and the weight of Mingyu's body pressing against you, and you let yourself take, let your hands trace over the defined lines of his muscles, the smoothness of his skin, and the softness of his hair.

You kiss until you're breathless, until your knees are weak and you're sinking once again. Until his little breaths come out in fuller moans, and hands are wandering into dangerous territory.

"Is this how it happens?" Mingyu whispers, gaze dropping as he leans in to press his forehead against yours. "Is this how we fall for each other?"

No, you immediately think, not at all. The apartment is dim with only the small lamps at the sides of the room and the candles lining the table as the only source of light. The music, despite being slow and romantic, feels much too loud for some reason. It feels forced. And the way you manage to step on his toes on all the wrong beats surely can't be the right path to falling in love.

But maybe you're not afraid to admit it anymore.

"Yeah," you say instead, "it is."

Mingyu eyes snap to yours, and what you find in them makes you want to repeat your answer again and again. You're not sure why he would be hoping for this answer or why he would be satisfied if his own creation were to match perfectly with the one that you'd seen. Even more uncertain is why he would choose that particular set of words to say. But none of it matters when his lips are back on yours, writing an answer of their own.

And for one night, you let yourself be Mingyu's lover from the visions.

One thing becomes painfully clear after that—you cannot be seeing Mingyu ever again. Not even for one last party date.

On the surface, you know that your job is done. You showed him all of the moments that are supposed to happen in his future, and you upheld your end of the deal. But the truth is that every time you were with him, it became difficult to remember that you're not the lover from the reading, and every time you talked to him, you found yourself wanting more and more to be that person.

Your plan to avoid him doesn't go as expected though, for he keeps texting you. He sounds normal, continuing to send memes and share posts like he's been doing for the past while. And when he asks you for a movie date the following weekend, he acts as if the past three meetups were exactly that—dates. It's like it never occurred to him that you were there only to show him how everything happens, and not to actually date him. Though now, you're no longer sure if that's true.

So you say you're busy, you limit your texts to once per day, and you don't pick up when he calls. You follow the textbook formula for ghosting for days to the point where Soonyoung hides your buzzing phone under the couch cushion while spewing threats about throwing it out the window, and even Jeonghan's sighing at you tiredly, telling you to call Mingyu back.

You give in eventually. You call him back and schedule a meetup, and now you find yourself sitting at a cafe with him across from you.

"Hey, thanks for agreeing to meet with me. This won't take long." There is no smile on his face this time, and you realize that it might really be the first time seeing him like this—eyes devoid of emotion, face a neutral mask. It reminds you of the first time you met him at the shop, when he was spiraling into a hopeless void, but perhaps even worse.

You nod slightly in acknowledgement, trying to hide the way your heart sinks at his words. They are something you should be relieved to hear, but you know you're still clinging onto the inkling of hope that you can go back to pretending the two of you mean something to each other.

"Have you been doing okay?"

"Just busy," you repeat the same kind of boring answers from your texts. "You?"

"Yeah," Mingyu says slowly, dragging out the word. Then he takes a deep breath. "Are you avoiding me?"

Yes. "I didn't really see any reason we should stay in touch." A partial lie. It barely makes it out of your mouth.

"Are you for real? Y/N, where is this coming from?"

"I did what I said I'd do." The mask on your face was threatening to crack, especially after seeing the flash of pain in his eyes. "I showed you all of the scenes I saw in the reading. What more is there?"

"I—well, yeah." He frowns. "That might be what we initially agreed, but you can't deny that we had something special. There is no way you didn't feel anything when we were together."

You merely shrug and try your best to harden your eyes instead of giving in to the tears that threaten to spill. Because how can you tell him the truth? How can you give him hope just to crush it with the reality of your doomed fate?

"So—so what, all of it was just pretend? The things you said—you lied, didn't you? When you said I'm not hard to love..." He looks away, biting his lip. "I should've known."

"Hey, no. Everything I said was true, but this has nothing to do with that."

"Did you want to do this at all or were you doing it out of pity? Did you hate every moment of it?"

"Mingyu, stop. Okay, you're right. Let's say I did feel something and that I do like you. But does any of it matter? You're forgetting that I'm not the one in your future. You might not believe in this stuff, but my readings have never been wrong before." You can't do it anymore; it's too hard hiding it. Everything comes tumbling out all at once when he looks so broken. "You're going to meet them someday, and you're going to love them. Whoever they are. It just won't be me."

His jaw goes slack, mouth opening but nothing coming out. It's as if he finally realizes the truth that both of you had forgotten along the way.

"Oh and also," you say, clenching your fists at this final difficult lie you have to tell. "You don't have to hold your end of the agreement. I'm not going to the party anymore."

You know that what you said today would definitely change things since people tend to be averse to anything that goes against what they believe to be their fate. So when you get up from the table and leave, you know that Mingyu won't be chasing after you.

You're right.

Mingyu stops texting you.

It should be a good thing; now you would both return to your normal lives and pretend like this entire thing never happened. But even though you know all this, there is still something weighing you down. It weighs down each step you take, becoming a salient presence that you can't seem to wrap your mind around.

And despite knowing that your relationship with him was only temporary, that you would be no more than a filler until the person in his future arrives, you still look over at your phone in the hopes that maybe the notification would be from Mingyu. You can't help but want him to still want you.

"You're in your head again, you know," Soonyoung jabs you in the arm, dragging you away from the thoughts and back to where you're seated in your living room. "Can't you think more quietly?"

"Can't you shut up for once?"

"See? I told you he was an asshole!" He flicks a piece of popcorn over at you, hitting you perfectly on the head. "I told you that he was all kinds of bad news. Didn't I say you were too nice for your own good? I knew something like this would happen."

"You said," you roll your eyes at him, throwing the piece of popcorn back, "that he might try to kidnap me. And to stop being so nice to hot people—no, I'm not making an exception for you."

"He really said that last part?" Wonwoo asks incredulously.

You nod. Soonyoung shakes his head.

Wonwoo clicks his tongue at his boyfriend and sighs with disbelief. "So about this fate thing. I know you believe you're not the one in Mingyu's future, but do you think a relationship with him is something worth pursuing regardless?"

"Why would it be worth pursuing if I know it'll just end?"

"Well, how do you know that for sure?" Wonwoo puts a hand on your shoulder and pats you comfortingly. He shakes his head a little. "Y/N, maybe you weren't meant to see his partner's face. Look at the rest of us—we don't have your abilities and we all go through it blindly. I started dating Soonyoung because I liked him, and not because I knew that he was the one who would be appearing in my future."

"But—" you start, and then stop. It takes a few replays of his words to let their meaning sink into your head.

"Hey," he continues, "if you think this is something worth going for—and by the way you've been moping around, it sure seems that way—then you should talk to him. See what he thinks."

Maybe Wonwoo is right, and part of you really wants to believe him, but you can't help but think that you should be using the information you have to your advantage. Surely, your ability has to be a blessing at some point, right? Isn't it a good thing to have put an end to your relationship with Mingyu now so that it wouldn't hurt even more later?

"You never know what could happen in the future." It's as if Wonwoo can hear your thoughts. "Maybe the future can change, or maybe the person in the reading really is you. There may be other people who can fit what you saw but that doesn't discount the possibility that it might be you."

"Yeah, yeah. All this talk is nice but that doesn't mean that Mingyu isn't just an asshole who's playing with you," Soonyoung stuffs a handful of popcorn in his boyfriend's mouth and turns to you with a serious look. "You need to think this through, okay? Do you really like him or do you just like the attention he gives you?"

"Y/N can't possibly fall for someone that easily, right?" comes out muffled from where Wonwoo is still trying to chew through the popcorn. He raises a brow at you.

"You'd be surprised." Soonyoung rolls his eyes then turns back to you. "Do you really like him or do you just like kissing him?"

You feel the full force of their scrutiny when Wonwoo also peers closely at you, searching your face for answers. Maybe the heat on your cheeks is enough to provide one.

"Do you really like him, or do you just enjoy fixing broken people?"

"Um—"

"Do you really like him or is he just hot?"

Wonwoo snorts. "By that standard, I'm quite surprised that Y/N never had a crush on you."

"They did—" Soonyoung quickly stops himself, but it's too late. Wonwoo's judging eyes are already on you, making you slowly sink into the couch and hoping you can disappear.

Not going to the party was a lie that you told Mingyu—an excuse so that you would have no reason to ever see him again. However, the problem is that scrapping the agreement hasn't only left you with a broken heart, but it also brought you back to square one: you still do not have a plus one for Minghao's party.

Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad though, or at least that's what you tell yourself.

From the outside, Minghao's house looks massive. He has fancy lights installed at every corner, lighting up the exterior walls every couple of feet, and giant windows through which you can already see people mingling about. Wonwoo pulls into the driveway slowly and turns back to give you a worried glance just before the three of you step out.

The interior of the house is just as impressive. A chandelier hangs in the front foyer, and symmetric spiral staircases spread off to either side. Minghao stands near the front, a drink in hand, and his shy smile is plastered all over his face as he greets everyone that walks in. He greets you with a hug.

"Congrats on your engagement," you say, taking in his new look while trying not to glance around the room. His hair is a bit longer than what he had back in college, and you don't recall ever seeing him wear anything remotely formal back then.

"Y/N, how long has it been?"

"Considering the last time I saw you was when you were single?" you laugh. "Yeah, it's been a while."

"It's good to see you again," Minghao grins and then goes to peer behind you. "Oh, is your boyfriend here too?"

"Um, he wasn't feeling very well so..." A lame excuse but it's the best you could come up with at the moment. "He couldn't make it."

"That's okay," Minghao's face falls for the briefest second before it lights up again. "Oh, you even brought the Soonyoung? What a rare sight." And then he goes off to wrap Soonyoung and Wonwoo in a big hug before dragging them off into the living room. At least he wouldn't be the one questioning you about your non-existent fake boyfriend tonight, though Minghao isn't who you should be worrying about.

You follow along, sticking to the walls in the hopes you'd be just as invisible as wallpaper. Even without seeing Junhui here, this is what you fear the most—being amongst your college crowd would bring back feelings you haven't touched in years. Feelings that you're not sure you want to ever unpack. But soon it gets a little easier when Minghao pulls you with him to greet everyone around the room, and so you catch up with Vernon and Seungkwan, and then later, you say hi to Chan and Jihoon.

It isn't until you reach the kitchen when you finally spot him. Junhui has his back turned to you, helping with preparations, and beside him, Seokmin greets you silently with a nod as your eyes meet. You smile at him, thankful that he's not alerting everyone of your presence especially when you know just how loud he can be.

Just before you turn to leave and make your escape, you see her. From far away, she's another face in the crowd, though you can feel a spark of familiarity as if you've seen her somewhere before. Perhaps in one of the readings that you've done over the years for clients? You've read somewhere that the brain never forgets faces, after all.

She greets you and then heads over to the kitchen.

"Hey, Junhui, right? It's so nice to finally meet you," she says, holding out a hand. Her voice seems just as familiar as her face, and now you're sure you've seen her before. "I'm Minghao's cousin."

When Junhui takes her hand, she smiles. It's a full smile that reveals her teeth, and her eyes disappear, and—

The drink you're holding falls to the floor.

It all rushes back to you. The reason why she's so familiar is because you've seen her in the scenes of the fateful reading you did years ago. You've seen her on an amusement park ride, with one hand in the air and the other in Junhui's. On a dancefloor at a wedding—that you now assume to be Minghao's—with arms wrapped around him and later, lips against his. And then there was this very moment where their handshake was interrupted by a glass of wine hitting the floor.

This is the moment they would meet. The one that you've been running from all those years ago, the one that would start everything between them.

This is how it happens.

"Are you okay?" She comes rushing to your side without missing a beat, paper towels in her hands. "Be careful of the glass."

You're frozen on the spot, unable to feel bad about dropping the glass and unable to help clean it up. Unable to feel anything except for the one thought that flashes through your mind: you have to get out of there as fast as you can.

Everything is a blur after that. Somehow your feet get moving, slowly at first and then quickly after that, and you hear your name being called a few times as you head to the door, but you don't stop until you're outside and halfway down the steps.

Outside it's quieter and the air is cooler, and it's enough to slow down the thoughts running through your head. You end up sitting on the steps and leaning against the cold metal of the railing in the hopes that it might numb your feelings.

"Y/N? You okay?" a voice mumbles above your ear. It's familiar for a different reason this time, and you look up to see the person you least expected but wanted the most. Mingyu steps out of the house and closes the door behind him, glancing at you with an unreadable expression. You hadn't seen him inside, but he must've arrived sometime after you—too late to be your date, and too early to miss your embarrassing moment.

"Mingyu? Why are you here? I told you I wasn't going to the party."

"I hate to break it to you, but it wasn't exactly a believable lie." He gives a weak smile then sits down beside you on the steps. "I wanted to make sure you'd be okay."

"I really should've stayed home. I knew this would be a bad idea but—" You quickly turn away to get rid of the tear that slips out.

"Hey, Y/N. Talk to me. What's wrong?" Mingyu takes off his jacket and wraps it around you, and then gently moves you until you're leaning against him, buried in the crook of his shoulder. "Was she who you saw in his future?"

"Yeah, but it's—it's not just that. This was the moment that I saw in his reading. This is how they meet."

He tenses slightly. "This was in your reading? That's tough. Y/N, I don't even know what to say. I'm sorry, I should've gotten here earlier to be here with you from the start like we planned."

"It's okay, it's not your fault. But Mingyu, what have I done? I broke up with him thinking that he would leave me for her one day, so I didn't want to find out if and when they would meet." You have to swallow the sob in your throat. "I've always held onto the hope that it would be wrong. But now, I got to witness it anyway, right in front of me."

"Do you regret your decision?"

"No." You shake your head. "Well, I don't know. I'm over him but I just—I hate it so much. I hate feeling like I'm helpless and unable to do anything about fate."

A silence stretches out between the two of you with only the music from the house and the distant rumble of cars filling the night. It hasn't been long since he sat down beside you, but the warmth of his arms around you and the rising and falling of his chest are enough to slowly wipe away the worries from earlier.

"Look, I thought about what you said," Mingyu breaks the silence, pulling away to meet your eyes instead, "and I don't think it changes anything."

You immediately know what he's referring to. "How does it not?"

He takes a deep breath. "You want to know why I don't believe in fortune telling? This is exactly why. I don't like the idea that we are locked into our fates, or that certain things will or won't happen no matter what choices we make."

"What about when you really meet them one day? And inevitably fall for them?"

"I get why you would be afraid of that, Y/N, I really do. But none of that matters. When I say I want to be with you, this is my choice. It doesn't matter who it is that you saw in your reading; I want to choose you and love you on purpose. Not by accident, and not by fate."

You know he's right and Wonwoo was too. This entire time, you've been trying to run away from a fate that you can't escape, and what you saw today only proves that.

But maybe now, it's time to stop running.

"Do you really think that we can change things?"

"We can do anything we want to do." Mingyu nods firmly. Then he takes your hand, squeezing you gently. "But first, let's get out of here?"

"Yeah." You smile for the first time that night and let him lead the way.

A small diner at the corner of the street near your place is what the two of you decide on. When you enter, the first thing you notice is how much it reminds you of the "before" images of that nice restaurant. Half of the diner is dark with the overhead lights flickering once in a while in an attempt to turn on, while the other half is cast in an unpleasant fluorescent light. There are pieces of garbage on the floor that an employee sweeps up as she greets you. In short, the state of it almost makes you want to walk right out.

But instead, you order your food. You sit down at a table towards the darker half of the room as you wait.

Mingyu clears his throat. "You know," he starts, a shy smile on his face, "I can read your palm too."

"What?" That isn't remotely close to anything you might expect him to say. You give him a questioning look as you put your hand on the table, palm up. "Um, sure. Go for it."

He takes your hand and then gently runs his fingers over the lines on your palm, tracing them as he closes his eyes and pretends to envision something the way you do. Soon, your confusion fades into amusement at the effort that he's putting into this. Each of his feather-like touches causes your heart to speed up a little, and you have to try to will your palms not to start sweating because that would not be attractive at all.

"So? What do you see?"

"Shh," he whispers with his eyes firmly shut. "The spirit is still talking."

You use the chance to really glance at him. Not much has changed since the last time you'd seen him, but somehow he looks even better now—perhaps healthier or more radiant, like he's completely healed from the remnants of a broken heart plaguing him before. Maybe even happier. You wonder if what Soonyoung said about you healing broken people is true.

"I saw a lot of things," Mingyu finally says as he opens his eyes, and his lips automatically curl into a smirk when he catches you staring. "First, I saw myself in your future."

"Yeah? What were we doing?"

"We went on a picnic and ended up getting chased by bees," he chuckles. "Then we went to a bookstore but ended up making out between the shelves, but we got kicked out by a tired employee who looked like it wasn't his first time kicking people out for doing that."

You stifle a laugh. "Why does it seem like our dates are always being interrupted?"

"Hmm, there was one where we had some peace, actually. It was when we were skating, and I fell right on my butt. Then you asked if it hurt when I fell for you—well, you tried to say it as a pickup line, but you messed it up." Mingyu pauses for a second, biting his lip like he's almost hesitant. "Instead, you ended up asking me if I've fallen for you."

"And? What did you say?" Your heart speeds up tenfold.

"I said yes, Y/N. I've fallen for you. I think you already knew it by the time I said it, but you just smiled. Then you suddenly fell too, and we laughed about it."

The way he says it with all the confidence in the world tells you that maybe it's okay for you to admit it too, that there's no need to be afraid to confront your feelings like you'd always done before. Now the insecurities that had been plaguing you suddenly fade away, leaving only one thing clear in your head: there would be no more running.

You break into a smile. "Then I said I fell for you too, right?"

"Yeah, you did." It takes a moment for the initial shock on his face to disappear, and when it does, he's smiling so widely that small crinkles appear near his eyes. "And if you want, I can show you how each of these scenes are supposed to happen."

"Okay, sure. Show me."

Mingyu lets out a loud exhale. "That's a relief. For a second I thought you were going to complain about everything the way I did with your reading."

"Hey—see? I'm nicer than you are." You shoot him a glare. "Who even does that?"

"Yeah, I'll admit that wasn't the greatest impression. Maybe we can start over?"

"Well," you pretend to think about it but can't help the smile creeping onto your face. "This is kind of a shitty place for a first date."

"Maybe our first date will be that picnic I saw in my reading then. But without the bees, yeah?"

You nod.

"Oh yeah, have your wounds healed? They didn't leave any scars, did they?" He lifts your hand to examine it carefully before taking your other hand as well, turning both of them over to look for the evidence of your wounds from the fall. Then he simply holds them.

And suddenly, it clicks into place. The small scars you'd seen on the hands in the vision, the dimness of the diner, and the blurred face of the lover. Everything seems to line up so perfectly that it has your head spinning for a moment with deja vu. Had it really been you in the vision?Was the lover not someone with your hairstyle, nor Mingyu's ex, but actually you yourself? And wasn't this moment at the diner—with your hands and the tiny, healing scars on them enveloped by Mingyu's—the first scene in the vision? Maybe this is how it happens. You really hope that this is how it happens.

You don't know whether you should tell him or not, but when you look up and see the small smile dancing on his lips and the sparkle in his eyes, you get the feeling that Mingyu already knows. And whether he's purposely trying to recreate the scene or whether he merely lets it occur, the gesture ignites a sort of warmth in your heart. It fuels the seed of hope that maybe, just maybe, you won't have to say goodbye one day.

It takes a couple of weeks for life to settle down after that. Between working your regular hours at the shop and then coming home to Soonyoung and Wonwoo's invasive questions, you also have to deal with the aftermath of Minghao's party. Which, surprisingly enough, is not as scary as you once might've thought.

Junhui is actually the one who reaches out to you first. He sends a text asking if you're okay after what happened, and you nearly jump at seeing the name flashing across your screen; admittedly, you never did end up deleting his contact info. And with a bit of encouragement from Mingyu, you end up not only texting back but also meeting him for a chat about everything that's happened since college.

He's grown up since you'd last seen him, but otherwise, he's still the same Junhui: quiet, smiley, and laughs easily at the things you say. Most of all, he doesn't resent you for what you did and rather understands. You're not sure if he says this because he's finally met who he's meant to be with, or whether he remembers the scenes at all, but you don't bring it up. You want to save him from going into this new relationship with any expectations, whether that be the failure or the success of it—something you only learned recently. Regardless of what happens, you hope he can be as happy with her as he was in all the scenes of his reading.

The weekend after that, the picnic date that Mingyu jokingly mentioned in his reading finally happens. Well, it's not exactly a picnic date since he switches it up at the last minute and the two of you end up going apple picking instead.

It's a beautiful day—the sun is shining brightly with no clouds to be seen—and it gives you a sense of relief when the past while has been so hectic. Mingyu picks you up at your apartment, and you rush out while ignoring your roommate's terrible advice and continuous questions about what you'd be doing and where you'd be going. Although even after you go downstairs, you're almost sure you can see Soonyoung peering from your seventh-floor balcony; knowing him, he's probably got binoculars out too to watch your every move.

"So what happened to the picnic date that you saw?"

Mingyu shrugs without missing a beat. "The reading changed, and I just went with what I saw."

"Oh, did it?" You give him a questioning look, but he only smiles back at you and doesn't give away any more information.

The drive to the orchard is slow with the busy traffic of the city around you, and you enjoy your time relaxing in your seat and listening to Mingyu talk about his week. He tells you about his new job and moving to new place and says that Seungcheol is a much better manager than his previous. And when he asks about meeting Soonyoung, you're ready to spill all the details about all of your roommate's silly antics—from avoiding baking because he didn't know to use oven mitts when taking things out of the oven, to setting an eight-hour timer every night in place of an alarm. There was also a time when Wonwoo had unknowingly poured salt into Soonyoung's coffee instead of sugar, and being the considerate boyfriend he is, Soonyoung drank it without so much as a grimace.

They are stories that have gotten old to you, yet Mingyu laughs like they're the funniest thing. The way he turns to you at each red light to simply look at you with a smile is enough to have your heart speeding up and your palms sweating. He takes you in like he's committing each moment to memory. Well, at least until the cars behind you start to honk impatiently when the light turns green.

It turns out that Mingyu does that a lot. During your time at the orchard, you could be saying something as you reach up to grab the apples, and he would just be staring at you as he listens intently.

"What?"

A nonchalant shrug. "Just appreciating the view."

"So tell me," you say, glancing at him up and down, "what's supposed to happen here? What did you see?"

"Hmm, we picked two bushels of apples."

"That's it?"

"Yeah," he confirms enthusiastically. "And they got quite heavy to carry."

"Oh."

"Were you expecting something more? Hmm?" A small smirk rests on his lips when he leans in a little closer. He's so close that you have your lips parted and eyes nearly shut, anticipating the feel of his soft lips on yours. But instead, he pulls back with an apple in his hand. "Found a good one right behind your head over there."

You roll your eyes, turning to leave so he doesn't see the embarrassment on your cheeks.

"Hey, I'm kidding. But if you want me to kiss me, you should just say so." He stops you from leaving, and this time he traps you in place with hands on the branches on either side of you. "I'm all yours, Y/N."

Then he finally closes the distance. You expect it to be like the last time, for hands to wander and for lips to consume you, but this time his lips are barely there. It's almost achingly slow the way he kisses you so tenderly, lighter than you thought possible, like a gentle breath against yours with the taste of apples lingering between you. His hands reach up to caress your jaw as if any more pressure would break this fragile moment, and then your senses are overwhelmed by sweetness. The sweetness of apples, the sweetness of Mingyu's lips and the warmth of his mouth, and the sweetness of the sun against your skin and breeze in your hair and voices floating over from a world away.

When you pull apart and open your eyes again, something about this suddenly triggers a memory. You thought the second scene of Mingyu's reading would take place at the market because the faint taste of apples in it reminded you of the cider at the market. But maybe the answer isn't the market at all, and rather an orchard. And maybe it is this particular moment.

Your heart races a little faster at the thought that it really could be it. You really could be Mingyu's lover from the visions.

"Oh, watch out." He steps aside, pulling you with him to avoid a bee flying by.

"Hey—I thought you said no bees?"

That gets you a laugh as Mingyu takes your hand and tugs you along. "Maybe it's good that it interrupted us."

And you simply smile, brushing off your thoughts and letting yourself enjoy the moment.

"I know you said he's hot, but I didn't expect him to actually," Soonyoung gestures, "be hot."

You turn away from the rink to shoot him a glare. "I am offended."

Initially, you thought Mingyu's idea for turning your skating date into a double date would go terribly. How were you supposed to let him meet the two friends who thought he was a creep? Especially Soonyoung—you were sure he'd make some crude comments that might entirely sabotage your budding relationship. But to your surprise, a charming smile and an offer to help lace up their skates is all it took for Mingyu to have them wrapped around his finger.

Pretty privilege, that's exactly what it is.

"Hey! I wasn't sure if you were serious or if you only found him hot because he gave you attention—" The rest of Soonyoung's words get cut off as he goes to dodge your punch. "Anyway, you're treating him well, right? Are you nicer to him than you are to me? Don't hurt him, okay? Don't break his heart."

"I can't believe you," you snort. "Whose side are you on?"

"I'm saying all of this for your sake, Y/N. We can't have you moping around like you did for the past few weeks."

You turn back to the ice and pretend you didn't hear him at all. Should you be laughing or crying in this situation? While you're glad your friends are getting along with Mingyu, it's all too ironic how a pretty face is all it takes for Soonyoung to go back on his words about not being so nice to hot people.

After Mingyu and Wonwoo finish up their laps around the rink, Mingyu comes back to drag you with him this time. You go, albeit reluctantly. The feeling of falling at the park was still too fresh in your mind, and so you skate with one hand in his while the other is grasping at anything to avoid a hard collision with the ice.

"You're not going to fall." Mingyu raises an eyebrow at you, eyes brimming with amusement. "I was only joking about that."

You glance at him warily. "You said that you would."

"Maybe, but only for you."

He smiles, and despite the anxiety that courses through your veins, you find yourself smiling too. Every step you take with Mingyu squeezing your hand reassuringly, you're able to relax like you're basking in the warmth that radiates off of his happiness, and slowly but steadily, the two of you make it safely around the rink without falling.

By the time you stop to take a break, Soonyoung and Wonwoo are nowhere to be seen. You scan the rink, trying to find the familiar faces amongst the larger afternoon crowd now, but your search is unsuccessful. What you find instead, strangely enough, is that people are suddenly gathering around on the opposite side. The rink seems to quiet down with a silence now lingering in the air as if everyone is waiting with bated breath, and in your curiosity, you pull Mingyu over with you to join the crowd.

And that's when you see it: Wonwoo on one knee, Soonyoung covering his mouth in shock, and a ring resting in the box in Wonwoo's hands. The same thin, silver ring that you've familiarized yourself with from seeing it in Soonyoung's future. This must be the exactmoment you saw.

Soonyoung smiles brightly when he gives his answer that you're a little too far to hear, though you don't doubt it's a good one judging by the looks on their faces. The crowd erupts into applause and then Wonwoo is tackled to the ice by Soonyoung enveloping him, and two of them are lost in their own world, too busy to notice anything or anyone else.

"And this is how they fall for each other," Mingyu murmurs into your ear. "Guess my reading was wrong—it wasn't us. It's them."

Once the crowd dissipates, the two of you wait for the newly engaged couple by the bench. Soonyoung flashes the ring on his finger before heading to the snack bar, and while later, Wonwoo joins you with an endearing grin on his face.

"Wow, congrats!" You pull him into a hug as soon as he steps off the ice. "But why didn't you tell us? We could've helped you prepare for it, or we could've taken pictures or something."

"That was..." He lets out a loud exhale. "It wasn't supposed to happen like this. I was going to do it over dinner—I had one of those private rooms booked out at the restaurant and all. But the ring fell out of my pocket when I fell on the ice, and well. It landed right in front of him. So," he gives a wry smile, "I didn't really have a choice."

Mingyu pats him on the back reassuringly. "Hey, it's about the simple things. Love doesn't always have to be romantic."

You remember him saying these exact words from your first date at the restaurant but hearing them again now makes you wonder if you had it wrong this entire time. Maybe you've been focusing so much on making your reenactments romantic to match the scenes in the visions that you never realized the scenes are meant to happen anywhere. They're meant to happen in between the normalness of everyday life. They're simple acts of love, just as Mingyu always says.

Later when the four of you are sufficiently warmed up with hot drinks and laughter is in the air, you think you have it figured out. Each of these moments can easily be something that you witness in a reading, but maybe the point isn't to go out searching for them or to run away from them. Maybe it's to make choices that will create a future that you want—on purpose, and not by fate.

"What do you think, Y/N?" Mingyu pulls you out of your thoughts, gently wrapping an arm around your waist.

"What?"

"You can come over tonight," he suggests. "Since Soonyoung will be out all night anyway."

"Wait, are you sure? I don't want to intrude or—"

"Yeah, it's fine. Besides, you haven't seen my new place yet."

Your heart gives a loud thud at the thought of being alone with him again, all too reminded of what happened the last time. But you swallow the nerves away, put on a smile, and agree.

The two of you leave the couple to go to their fancy dinner as fiancés, and afterwards, you find your hand in Mingyu's as you head back to his place.

Right when you step into his apartment, you get the strangest thought that you're relievedto see nothing is set up. There are no fancy candles lining the room this time, no vase of beautiful flowers on the table, and no strings of sparkling lights hanging from above. Mingyu's place looks entirely normal, albeit slightly messier than before since it's clear he hasn't fully unpacked yet.

"Don't judge," he says, quickly going to collect the few pieces of clothing left in the living room while avoiding your gaze. "I just moved in recently."

It's a smaller space than his previous apartment, but much nicer—newer looking and without any cracks at the seams like there were in his previous. As if this were a fresh start for a fully healed heart, one that was ready to love again.

Mingyu cooks a nice dinner and as you try to help out in the kitchen, you start to think that you could really get used to this. Watching him add all the different ingredients and seeing the gears turn in his head, and then when you're seated at the table, feeling the smile lingering on your mouth until the last bite of the first proper meal you've had in a while. You think that maybe this is it.

And a while later, you're settled on the couch to watch a movie though it quickly fades into the background when the warmth of his body is pressed against yours. His lips are soft, mouth sweet from the wine, and all around you is the faint smell of oranges from his bodywash and a hint of citrusy detergent from his clothes clinging to your skin.

It has to be past midnight when the movie comes to an end, with the credits slowly fading out. Mingyu gets up to refill your glass of water and you follow him into the kitchen grab a snack when suddenly a blast of music comes from the other side of the wall. It's noticeably loud at first but is soon turned down into a quiet melody in the background.

Mingyu frowns, pausing to listen to the song. "These walls sure are thin, huh. It's generally been pretty quiet around here until now."

"You could probably Shazam their entire playlist like this," you joke. Or, well, maybe it's not so much of a joke when you feel like looking it up yourself because there is something familiar about the song. You can't quite place it, but it's so familiar that it almost bothers you like an itch you can't scratch.

The corner of his lip twitches. "It's okay, maybe they also have something to celebrate."

You're still thinking about why the song sounds so familiar when Mingyu gently takes your hands and guides them to the back of his neck, and then wraps his arms around your waist to pull you in. And when you look up, everything clicks. The familiar walls and familiar music, the snacks on the counter, the light scent of oranges from the bodywash, and even the clothes that you're wearing—Mingyu's clothes. This is the final scene you saw in your vision. This is how dancing in the kitchen at midnight is supposed to turn out.

"You're not going to step on my toes again, are you?" Mingyu's eyes twinkle with amusement as he slowly starts to move with the music, dragging you with him.

The two of you step and you sway, and it's not quite to the beat of the song. You do end up stepping on him, your knees bump a few times and your foreheads nearly do too. It's every bit as awkward as the first time you did this, and even more so without the blanket of darkness or the pretense of romance.

And yet, you hear the endless bubbles of laughter coming out of your mouth. You see the sparkles in Mingyu's eyes, the bright smiles like he can't contain his happiness. You feel it in the way you dance together at a rhythm that belongs to no one else but the two of you.

You know it when he leans in, breath but a whisper at your ear as he says, "Thank you for making me believe in love again."

Now you don't have to look into his future to know that all the scenes you'd seen were about you. Now you can picture it—Mingyu looking up from your laced hands on the table and seeing your smile, face no longer out of focus. Pulling away from your kiss in the orchard has you seeing your own gaze, surprised but content. And then there is this very moment when you see yourself in Mingyu's eyes and you just know.

This is how you fall in love.

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Gale headcanon Part 2: Wedding Day

Part 1 Here

Galemancers, y’all really liked my first post with all of Gale’s (very likely to be real) wedding planning/day of antics.

I do think this would make for a fun fic and I wanna write it, but yours truly is not in a position to start any new projects at the time being (not saying it will never happen, just right now isn’t a good time!). However, I still wanna add more to this goofy idea of mine.

Here goes!

Wyll giving them lessons for their first dance as a married couple. It’s as hilarious as it is painful to watch. Gale has two left feet and keeps stepping on Tav’s toes. Tav cries out in pain and Gale feels awful so he conjures a rose to apologize.

G: “The Soirées in Waterdeep don’t move with such grand gestures and arduous foot work!” W: “That’s why you asked me to help you, Gale. Baldurs Gate throws magnificent parties.”

Gale keeps reading and rereading spell based cookbooks to try and whip up the reception meal in one fell swoop. He doesn’t trust a caterer and wouldn’t like the taste of anyone’s food but his own.

Tav keeps begging him to let someone else do the work since he’s stressing himself out with these small details, but all Gale does is smile and give Tav a pat on the head and a kiss on the cheek.

G: “Don’t worry about me, my love. Our day will be perfect, just like you are.” T: “I don’t want it to be perfect, I just want you to relax and have fun.”

Tav goes to a separate room to sleep the night before and finds their bed adorned with flowers and petals in heart shapes

Tav finds a note beneath all the bed decorations

“My dearest love, I write this with nervous hands and a fast-beating heart - we are almost upon our wedding day. What seems like a grand milestone is only just the beginning of an even more remarkable adventure. Our days of journeying through Faerûn may be over, but it only prepared me for the most important journey of them all: being your husband. You are everything, Tav. You have made me a better man. My connection with you is as innate as mine with magic itself. From this day forward, I will devote the rest of my life to your happiness. The beginning of that chapter is upon us both, and I am nearly bursting (despite my lack of an orb to make it so) in anticipation for it to begin. With utmost love, your soon to be husband - Gale.

Tav won’t be able to sleep so instead they read this letter over and over again 🥰

Gale lets Tav wear whatever they want on their big day and even paid for it

He just wants his bb to be at their happiest and this is the least he can do

Tav ofc hires Figaro the dressmaker and Zara the mummy to do makeup

Gale turning around and seeing his spouse for the first time the day of 🥺

He’s literally unable to breathe when he sees them walking down the aisle, however he is partly relieved because he was still anxious about Tav getting cold feet

Gale tears up as he reads his vows 🥺

Their wedding rings bearing the same gem that Tara has on her collar

Scratch is summoned 🥺 and becomes a permanent member of the Dekarios household, and even gets his own gem at the ceremony 😭

Owlbear gets the distinct honor of being ringbearer. He takes it very seriously. Because he knows he will get a snack for it later.

“Withers I would like to recruit a hireling” says Gale *puts an apron on the hirelings to have them clean up after the guests*

Halsin whittles them a pair of swans with their necks in a heart shape as their wedding gift. It becomes Tav’s most treasured knick knack in the tower.

Lae’zel gifts them a pair of swords, which is probably customary for her but not so much for couples in Faerûn (Gale fashions a coat of arms above the hearth with them anyway)

Astarion: “I am the gift.” 🙄

Tara finally begins to warm up to Tav when she fully realizes that Tav makes a great addition to the Dekarios family

Tara shows this by flying into Tavs lap and rubbing her face against Tav

Lasts for only about 30 seconds however. She can’t be seen letting her guard down to anyone.

The night ends, Gale and Tav retreat back to the tower with full hearts and a gleam in their eyes, proud of all they’d done to build their lives and excited for what comes next.

But there’s still going to be copious amounts of sex that night of course. They barely get past the threshold of the doorway before they’re ripping each other’s clothes off.

They’re drunk, but not just because they’ve had a few drinks. Love drunk, adrenaline drunk, life drunk.

“They deserve this night, after all they’ve been through,” Karlach says to Wyll as they are walking back to the portal to Avernus.

“Some day that will be us,” Wyll replies proudly.

💜

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I have a request for billy!!! an angst to fluff fic, where the reader gets shot, maybe on the shoulder so its not too severe but billy is just frantic

peace.

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billy the kid x reader

word count: 1.0k workds

summary: Billy fears he may have lost you when you're shot, but he makes it just in time.

You wince every step you make, pulling over your shawl closer over your torso. Only a few more steps, you assure yourself.

Being a schoolteacher at the local school on an abandoned farm house a few missionaries founded a few miles from where you lived with Billy did not make much, but it was honest work. It was what you and Billy deserved running away from the rising tensions in Lincoln, trotting off to a village closer to the Midwest where no one knew who you were and you could start anew.

It was a quiet, idyllic town of under a thousand people, full of very welcoming locals who accepted you both as newly weds, haphazardly making your vows with the priest before you left when it became too violent and unruly. It was that, or more salacious livelihoods, which gave you a shudder.

As a newly married couple, the town came together to help you both choose a new home, a simple but suitable old barn, nothing much but enough for comfort. Billy picked up work as a ranch hand to the farm next door, and you were approached by some nuns to help with the new school due to the growing population of little ones with the families moving in the growing city.

Which is why you did not expect during a lesson of arithmetics, a drunken, fractious vagrant barges in the farmhouse, careless with his firearms. You panic, instinct driving you to huddle and protect the children, until help could come to ward him off. Screams,frantic footsteps, cries for help, until two loggers were able to hunt him down and get him under custody with the sheriff and arrest him for questioning.

You were relieved and grateful all your students were spoken for, but you were not spared, a bullet made its way to your arm before he could be captured. Your headmistress dropped you off on the carriage in front of your home with Billy, ignored her worried look as you strutted home, praying he wasn’t home to see you in this condition.

Just as you opened the door and sauntered in quietly, you stepped on the loose plank that squeaked, alerting Billy who was having coffee and toast at the dining table. As his eyes met you, his eyes widened seeing the blood trail starting to form from your arm.

“What happened to you?”

“I know, don’t panic-”

“How can I not panic, you’re bleeding?! Let me see.” He marches up to you, waiting anxiously for you to take off your shawl and blouse. Billy helps you peel it off, seeing the bullet on your bicep, tugging you gently towards the couch.

Billy agitatedly goes through the cabinet searching for his first aid kit, or the basic stitches, needles, and bandages he could have acquired before you both absconded to the new town.

“We have to call the town doctor, love. I can’t believe they let you walk out like that.”

You looked down sheepishly, realizing he was right. Your tendency not wanting to make a ruckus and stay out of trouble even at the possibility of death or infection would be the end of you.

“Y-You’re right. I’m sorry.” Billy kisses you on the forehead before he runs out your home, calling out for a doctor to help, or at least some learned healer women if they were predisposed. Not that there were many in this small town, at least more than Lincoln.

A doctor and his female assistant ran into your home several minutes later, bag in hand to take the bullet out your arm the best they can, and seal up your wounds.

Billy watches you tensely, feet tapping against the wood floor, arms crossed deep in thought and sweat down his brow as he worries about your well being. You smile weakly at him, even as you grow slightly pale and cool from the pain of the bullet still in your arm.

“I’ll be fine, darlin’. Don’t you worry, I’m not going anywhere soon. You can’t get rid of me that easily.” You assure him, reaching for his hand with your unhurt arm, tightening your grip around his, a teasing undertone to your voice. He chuckles slightly, the worry still consuming him.

He gets on his knees, pleading with a tight grip on your hands. “You’re a fighter, my girl. Please don’t leave me. “

“I won’t, my love, I promise.” You take a deep breath as the doctor begins to operate on you and remove the bullet carefully, the morphine and opioid he gave you earlier beginning to kick in.

Billy is escorted out your humble abode by the assistant, but he refuses to keep his eyes away from you. He refuses to look away ,as if he would lose you if he would.

To both of your relief, the doctor explains the wound will heal, leaving a scar, that the bullet has been removed and you were lucky it was just a graze, because a few centimeters left, it could have been fatal and hit a major artery.

He thanks the doctor and his assistant, handing a small bag of coins into their hands before they leave, before he turns back to you, still worried but relief washed all over him.

“I could have lost you, my sweet. I wouldn’t know what to do without you.” Billy tears up as he caresses your face gently, cradling you close to him in apprehension.

You lean into him weakly, mindful of the newly stitched up wound on your arm. “I’m not going anywhere, Billy.”

Billy sniffles, wiping his tears as he watches you fondly, relieved you were to recover.

“Do you know who may have attempted to shoot at me and my students?”

He nods grimly. “They have, he’s been rounded by the sheriff and won’t cause us any more trouble, darling. I promise, you’re safe, we’ll be safe.” You nodded, tearing up at him as he presses his forehead to yours.

No one would haunt you or Billy no more. No longer would the ghosts of your past, of violence, of instability, of bloodshed haunt you both anymore. Together, you’d find peace in your small town.

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gojoluvs · 9 months

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Forever yours.

Chapter 1

⤿ Satoru Gojo × reader

The only reason why you even agreed to marry him was for your father. Now you wish you could go back in time and reject the offer.

Warning/ tags; angst, profanity, smoking, cursing, smut, cheating.

Genre; angst, cheating, infidelity, jik, Gojou × reader

Notes: the tag-list is open if you'd like to be mentioned everytime i update just send me a message.

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Everyone tried to convice you this was for the best.

Your mothers eyes were filled with tears when you finally agreed to marry the one and only Satoru Gojo. Satoru was a famous CEO due to his success in transforming his company into a global powerhouse. He was known for his innovative approach to business, his strategic planning, and his ability to motivate and inspire his employees. He was also known for his commitment to social responsibility, as he was dedicated to giving back to the community and helping those in need.

At least that’s what the papers said. Father was adamant that you marry Satoru, telling you that it would be beneficial to both you and the family business. He argued that Satoru was of a good family and would help to strengthen our connections, as well as help to grow our business.

Despite your reluctance, he convinced you that this was the best course of action. Saying that it was good for both you and the business you were going to inherit after your father died. That was 3 months ago before your father had died of lung cancer.

Now you were watching how Satoru’s eyes had zero emotion at all the whole time you said your marriage vows. The room felt so empty despite all the people who came to attend this sorry of a wedding. You knew this was the last time you’d ever be free, free to love the only man you could.

Toji watched from afar as his lover got married to his business rival. You felt empty and hollow on your wedding day, as if you was just going through the motions. Despite being surrounded by family and friends, you couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped in an arranged marriage. There was a nagging sense of disappointment that you weren’t marrying someone you truly loved, and that you were settling for someone who had been chosen for me.

As you walked down the aisle towards your arranged husband, you saw your true love standing in the crowd watching you. Your heart ached as you realized you were making a lifelong commitment to someone else.

Tears welled up in your eyes, knowing that you could never be with the one you truly loved. You stood in front of the altar, your heart pounding in your chest, you felt a chill run down your spine as he slipped the cold metal ring onto my finger.

You had just entered into an arranged marriage, and the ring was a symbol of the commitment you were making. You felt both disappointed and anxious for the future that lay ahead.

Tears were streaming down your face as you watched your lover walk away from the wedding. You had just married someone you didn't love, in an arranged marriage, and it felt like your heart was shattering.

Wanting nothing more than to run after him and tell them that you still loved him, but you knew that it was impossible. The moment felt like it would last forever, and you were left standing there, feeling helpless and alone.

“I pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride.” Seeing the white haired males blue eyes stare into yours made you feel helpless.

You felt the kiss, but there was no spark, no feeling of love or appreciation. It was a cold and empty kiss, a reminder that this was not a marriage of love, but a marriage of convenience. You knew that you were expected to make this marriage work, and so you put on a brave face and tried to enjoy the moment.

People said that marriage was a beautiful moment in life. Your mother told you that when she got married to your father she felt nothing but happiness and joyful. This was the complete opposite.

Standing in front of everyone interlocking fingers with your now husband felt numb. Everything felt numb, your face felt numb, your lips, your hands, your whole entire body felt numb. This was the feeling of regret you thought. You regretted marrying this white haired male because he ruined your only chance of marrying Toji.

Your vows meant nothing today and you both knew it because the whole time the priest stood there you felt absolutely zero love in the altar. Not feeling an ounce of anything towards Satoru.

Holding your bouquet you smiled at your mother giving her the fakest smile you could ever give anyone. Satoru knew that this marriage was doomed to fail no matter what you both did. He was in love with another woman and you were in love with another man.

My mother hugged you tightly after you got married, her eyes brimming with pride and joy. You wanted to feel the same, to be happy and excited, but you couldn't.

Knowing this was an arranged marriage, and you felt no connection or love to the man you had just married. Seeing everyone congratulate you made you feel even more like shit.

Telling you what to wear to the honeymoon, or telling you how their life completely changed when they got married made you want to throw up.

The anxiety creeping up, clenching your fists all you could do was nod and thank them for coming to the wedding. Everyone was in love with your Vivian Westwood wedding dress your best friend had helped you pick out. The only one who genuinely gave you a hug was Mei.

Not because she was happy you got married or because she was congratulating you but because she knew what was going on. Mei was the only close friend you had left. She was the only one who recognized the fact that you didn’t want to marry Gojo at all. She even met Toji once and said you were both perfect for eachother.

Feeling her warm hands wrap around your cold body you let out a small sob.

“I don’t want to Mei, please” Sobbing louder you muffled your sounds on her shoulder. Running your back all she could do was promise you that she would do something about it.

Not knowing what to do you smiled at her. Grabbing her hand you placed it on your cheek. Thanking her for being such a great and amazing friend.

Seeing Toji next in line broke your heart. Feeling a pang of pain in your chest you let out a small and quiet sigh. “Toji..” seeing his tired eyes you hugged him so hard. Smelling his familiar cologne that you would fall asleep with. Smelling all the memories you both have together.

Tears welled up on your eyes. Seeing his gentle smile, you smiled back. You loved Toji so much you were planning on getting married to him and having so many kids. He loved you so much and you knew it too. It was fate who screwed things up with you two. After telling him about the marriage you had to forcefully break this off with him. Ever since feeling zero emotions when you came home from that days

“You look beautiful.” Caressing your cheek you grabbed his hand. Clasping both your hands on his arms you pulled yourself closer to him. Not caring if people were wondering why you were so close to the random male.

Seeing you in a wedding dress with another male in the alter broke Tojis heart. He knew he had to let go because eventually things were going to end.

Your family not being happy with the fact you were dating the Toji Zen’in. He already received threats from your father to break up with you but despite everything he still stayed because that’s how much Toji truly loved you.

“I love you, forever.” Kissing your forehead he caressed your hair. Tucking a lose strand of hair you slightly giggled. “Take care of yourself okay?” Was the last words he ever told you before he left.

Toji didn’t stay for the after party, he never came back in fact. Everyone gifting you beautiful pieces of kitchen utensils or sets of pijamas for your honeymoon. Thanking everyone who came to the party you sat by yourself in the restroom.

Rethinking everything, the only reason you said yes to this stupid marriage was because your father was already on his death bed when he asked you one last time.

Seeing him suffer all he wanted to do was see you marry to a successful young man he choose. Loving your dad so much was the cause of this terrible marriage. You didn’t want to go back to the party because you knew that if you did everyone would bombard you of questions on how you met Satoru and how you fell in love.

All you wanted to do was call Toji, no. All you wanted was to have your old life back. Your life with Toji. Not your life with Satoru because you both knew this marriage had no love at all.

Crying you didn’t care if you messed up your wedding makeup. This was the worst day ever for you. You felt like your world was coming down and crushing on you.

Walking back to the party you felt tired and cold. You just wanted this dumb party to end already. Wanting to go to sleep because sleep is the only way you could escape from the harsh reality.

“Can Mrs. Gojo come out? Hubbys waiting on the dance floor!” The DJ said with enthusiasm lacing through his loud voice. Waking towards the middle of the room Satoru was already waiting for you.

His hands deep in his pockets until he saw you, taking his hand out and extending it towards you. Grasping his arm you placed on of your arms on his shoulder and the other one Inter winded with his.

Slow dancing to one of the songs your father choose was making you want to die. Seeing how Satoru avoided all type of communication with you reminding you how much he also didn’t want to marry you. At least you both were on the same page you thought.

His hand gripped your waist, following his eyes you noticed the beautiful black haired Female watching with broken eyes. Satoru’s eyes shined with love when he saw her. She was absolutely beautiful as well.

Knowing that you were the reason she was suffering and hurting made you want to throw up here and now. You should’ve just said no. You both would’ve not suffered if you had said no instead of yes.

When Satoru’s eyes flickered towards you all you could see was regret and hatred towards you. Your eyes widened seeing how much hatred flowed on his eyes. Satoru hated you for making you marry him, not being able to marry his true love.

The women who you assumed was named Jiyuu stared at the newly wed couple dance. Her eyes filling with tears when Satoru turned his back towards her. Despite his hatred he had to act like a proper husband in public at least. Not wanting his reputation to end in a bad way he twirled you around before dipping you.

Finally the dumb song ended.

Pulling you back up the Dj taunted, “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Both looking at each-other with disgust you felt his cold and numb lips touch yours. You felt like you were in a trance, not really aware of your surroundings. You had gone through with the wedding despite your doubts because it seemed like the most practical option.

You had gone into this marriage knowing that you would probably never feel a real connection with your husband, and yet here you were, standing in front of everyone, exchanging a kiss. Looking at eachother you both faked smiled, hugging him before separating.

Walking towards Mei, you sat down next to her. Introducing yourself to Satoru’s friends. Suguru seemed the closets with Gojo more than anyone. Mei was also a friend of Sugurus but an acquaintance for Gojo.

Kento was more of a business partner of Gojos than a friend, at least that’s what he said. “Nice to meet you all, I’m Y/N” smiling you fidgeted with your wedding dress.

Suguru took a drink of his beer, giving you a small tip on what to do with Satoru because he was difficult most times. “Already drinking without me huh?” Grabbing a beer Satoru opened it with his Mercedes Ben key. Winking at Suguru while opening he let out a small chuckle.

“How’s it going with her?” Glancing at you Suguru gazed back to Satoru.

"It's fine," Satoru said, not looking up. He took another sip of his drink, hoping it would give him the numbing effect he was looking for.

Suguru sighed and said, "You don't have to do this. We can still find a way out." Satoru shook his head, not wanting to hear what Suguru had to say. He knew the reality and he had to accept it.

Satoru was taken aback by the sudden appearance of his former lover. She offered him her congratulations, but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. It was clear that she had still been holding out hope that he would choose her, not you. Satoru could only look away, unable to find the words to respond.

“Thanks Jiyuu,” giving her a small hug he excused himself from the scene not wanting to see his lover’s disappointed face.

Satoru felt heartbroken and defeated. He had worked so hard to be with the woman he loved, but all of his efforts had been in vain.

He felt like a part of him had been taken away and he was overwhelmed by a deep sense of loss and sadness. Marrying you was a mistake and he felt miserable and he swore to himself we was going to make you feel miserable as well.

Before you knew it you were already back in your now husbands mansion. You walked into the unfamiliar home, my heart feeling heavy and my steps dragging. This was your new home, the one you were to share with your arranged husband.

The emptiness in the air seemed to fill the room, and you could not help but feel a sense of loneliness and dread. You were about to embark on a new life, not knowing if you were ready for this. Walking inside you felt the same familiar coldness. Right, this wasn’t coldness no this was regret. Carrying your luggage Satoru set it down.

“Unpack and organize your shit I don’t want it bothering me.” Grabbing his phone he dialed a random number stepping out of the room to go talk to another person. Walking to the restroom it was huge.

Seeing the beautiful clear shower and the huge bathtub right next to it. Undressing yourself you set the temperature of the shower to be hot. Showering with hot water you tried getting rid of the cold feeling you had running all over your body. Feeling still cold you felt irritated.

Closing your eyes all you could think of was running the business with Satoru. Would you two work together? Or would he just take all your bit of authority you had. Applying shampoo on to your head you messaged your scalp. Feeling the relaxing feeling of your hands running through your hair you let out a small sigh.

You felt dirty after the wedding. Everything felt long and unnecessary. Next week was your honeymoon with him. Not wanting to think what was going to happen you closed your eyes. The only image that happened to pop up in your head was Toji. You no longer had his number, your mother giving you a new phone so you could start your “new life” fresh. You missed him badly.

Scrubbing your body twice with your loofa you finally got out of the shower. Wrapping your towel around your body you grabbed an extra one drying your hair.

Entering the room you were surprised to see all your luggage missing but your belongings were already organized. Confused you peaked her head outside to door to try and find the culprit. Satoru was still outside calling whoever he was. Seeing a small lady walk by you called to her.

“Hey miss! Where you the one who organized my things?” Her small figure walked towards you.

Seeing her in a black apron and a very formal outfit you assumed she did. “Yes im sorry for not introducing myself Mrs Gojou,” bowing she stood up.

“My name is Hana I am one of Mr Gojos helper’s”confused you said thank you before heading back to change. At least the lady was nice enough to color sort everything too.

Grabbing your phone you were surprised to see the amount of followers you had immediately gained on instagram. 300k?! Already? You pursed your lips.

Walking back into your room Satoru’s eyes were blood shot red. It looked like he had just got done crying. Seeing you he scoffed, “Shouldn’t you put some clothes on, or are you trying to get me to sleep with you like the whore you are.”

Feeling your throat dry you couldn’t say anything back. You knew he hated you but this much? You didn’t think it was this much hatred. You gasped in shock.

You had no idea what to say in response. You had done nothing wrong, yet he seemed to think you were trying to seduce him. You felt embarrassed and violated, as if he had violated your dignity. You could feel your face turn bright red with anger and shame.

“Huh?” Staring at him your eyes widened to see his disgusted face.

He had a scowl all over his face, it felt like when you had gotten rejected in middle school by your crush except this was 10x worse. Furrowing your eyebrows you quickly changed into something. Walking towards Satoru who had moved into the living room you angrily scurried towards him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, you have no right to call me that.” Standing in front of him you said with anger lacing through your voice.

Satoru stood up his blue eyes basically staring into your soul. “You’re a fucking attention seeking slut. Making your daddy to get me to marry a privileged women like you. Pathetic.” He spat, his word hurting you even more.

“Stop acting like your the only one hurt in this fucking marriage. I lost someone I loved too.” Tears fell down your cheeks.

Scoffing Satoru grabbed you by the wrist pulling you in. “You did this yourself face the consequences. Not my fault you begged your father to marry me.”

Before you knew it your hand had slapped him.

He looked at you with shock, his hand quickly coming up to cover the red mark that was starting to form on his face. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you backed away, unsure of what he was going to do next.

He stayed silent for a few moments before he started to laugh, a deep and rumbling laugh that filled the room. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, you had already turned and run away, tears streaming down your face.

You could hear him shouting something after you, but you didn't care. Slamming your bedroom door you grabbed your phone.

If you knew you were getting married to a prick like him you would’ve immediately said no. This was the man you left Toji for. Opening the messages app you tried contacting Toji but to your demise he didn’t pick up. Seeing the time it was already 2am.

You laid in his bed, tears streaming down your face, as you tried to process all that had happened. Feeling overwhelmed by the events of the day, and you had nowhere to turn for comfort. You felt alone and scared, but you knew you had to find the strength to keep going.

Feeling overwhelmed and frustrated as you cried, not knowing how to move forward. You had made the mistake of marrying Satoru Gojou, and now your future seemed uncertain and bleak. You felt like you were stuck in a cycle of misery, not knowing what to do or how to break free from it.

All you wanted to do was fulfill your fathers last wishes but look where it got you. It got you married to a miserable man who doesn’t even care about what you feel or think.

You knew he had a big ego but you didn’t think his ego was big enough to hurt your own. His words were so hurtful it even had you crying on your wedding night.

You knew this was the worst day you ever had because of that man. The man who would forever cause problems in your life because of this marriage. The white haired male who stopped you from ever finding happiness again.

All you wanted to do was go back in that and plead your father to change his wish. Who cares if the business wasn’t as big as it is now because of Gojo you will forever hate him. He was a wretched and horrible husband to you. Knowing that you have to give an heir to his family makes you want to throw yourself off a bridge.

Even the thought of him kissing already has you nauseating you didn’t even want to think when you have to produce a heir sooner or later.

You just wanted to go back to your old life, your old life back home with your friends and especially with your lover. You missed his muscular and warm arms wrapped around your body.

You missed his warmth. Now without him you feel like your almost dying of cold everyday without his body heat. Now you feel alone and empty im this cruel place.

You knew this marriage was going to be the worst thing that has ever happened to you. This marriage is doomed to fail one way or another. You will never fall for this mean and cold husband of yours.

You forbid yourself from ever falling in love with someone who isn’t him because he’s the only male in your life you need. The loneliness was unbearable as tears streamed down your face. You lie in bed at night, missing him and wishing you could be with him.

But you’re trapped in this marriage, a relationship where love and kindness do not exist. You think of all the times you shared together, the conversations, the laughter, and the love you shared. You long for the day when you can be with him again, free from this cruel and loveless marriage.

You had yearned for a love of your own choosing, but instead you were stuck in a loveless marriage filled with pain and misery. Wishing that you could turn back the hands of time and have the courage to follow your heart, but instead you were doomed to a life of unhappiness.

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shadesoflsk · 2 months

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Hiiii!!!! I have an idea! Imagine like getting married to leon/going through the whole process of wedding shopping etc with him. Also do you think he would cry at a wedding? I love your works sm you're so talented I hope you have a great day/night! 💗

leon kennedy x gn reader

Anon... You don't know how much I enjoy thinking about Leon getting married and all those sappy things. It's like you read my mind. And thank you so much ueueue. I'm glad you like my works. <3

I feel like Leon would act really calm and collected in front of you. Even cracking some jokes about not having anything planned out for the wedding. But Dear God that is far from the truth.

But first, let’s talk about everything before the whole preparation. Leon would definitely struggle to get the right ring size for you. Acting smooth? Not in his dictionary. At first, he’d try it when both of you are ‘sleeping.’ He once read someone could get the exact size by wrapping a string around his partner’s finger.

He tried.

It was unsuccessful.

You either shifted in your sleep or he couldn’t get the right angle to wrap the thin string.

Ultimately, he just asked you to try some rings, just for funsies… Of course.

Now, after the exhausting task of buying the ring and actually asking you to marry him, he'd be delighted to start organizing the wedding.

At first, he'd try to brush it off by saying that both of you should go with the flow, not to stress over the wedding. But his old-ass would discover Pinterest and a new world was presented for him. His favorite late-night activity would be searching for wedding ideas and he takes his job very seriously.

Glasses and all, he’d hold his cell phone so close to his face for you not to notice him. Poor guy doesn’t know that you can see through the reflection of them. Usually, he’d leave all the decorations to you, even when you two decided to move in together since he lacks creativity. But a wedding involves two people, and that day is just as special for him as it is for you.

Eventually, he understands he doesn’t need to feel bashful. All of his life has been surrounded by destruction and violence, he may as well indulge in the domesticity and the tranquility of finally settling down with someone he loves.

Leon is a foodie, so his favorite appointments are the ones in which both of you have to try the dishes you want to serve at your wedding. Growing up, he didn’t get to eat home meals, and even when he first started the Police Academy most of his meals consisted of takeouts or food he’d prepare himself. So the mere task of devouring those plates for the sake of the wedding was a great excuse.

He wouldn’t wear a suit and you wouldn’t force him either. However, that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t put some effort into how he looks. Part of the wedding planning included a visit to his most trusted barber! He’d definitely shave to look clean in the pictures, but his hair would remain the same.

Leon talks to you and shares his thoughts about the wedding reception. Flashy and showy types of settings aren’t his thing so he suggests going for a beach wedding. The suggestion soon turns into persuasion. He’d show you videos of people getting married on the beautiful Caribbean beaches, or some perfect attires for the beach.

“Oh, it seems that my phone is spying on me or something.” He glances a subtle look at you to see if you’re listening to him. By the tone of his voice, you already know what he is implying.

“Why is that?” And when you finally look at him, you see how his smiles get wider. Of course he got you.

“Because… YouTube won’t stop showing me beach wedding videos. How crazy it is, right?”

So, Leon’s pleas are heard and you decide to go for it. Although, something you both agree on is the fact that it needs to be private, just friends and family.

And yes, he definitely cries at the wedding. One thing he kept from his religious past is the vows, he promises you a future in which he is going to be next to you no matter what. So, in the middle of his speech, his voice would crack, a tiny bit. Clearing his throat he acts like nothing happened but everyone could notice how emotional he is.

Overall, Leon would be delighted to take this next step with you. The last thing he expected in his life was to find love in this messed-up world. And don’t get me started on how Leon would be as a husband because that man is husband material through and through! I’d write a whole essay just for him.

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ivystoryweaver · 11 months

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With You part 10

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Summary: Married, back in London, Jake comes crashing back into your life

Pairings: Marc Spector x reader, Steven Grant x reader, Jake Lockley x reader. Gender neutral reader. No use of Y/N. Reader is married to the system.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings/notables: A n g s t, complicated relationship stuff, cursing. Alcoholism, violence, injury, blood. Lmk if I missed a warning. inaccurate DID, based on the show. Not beta'd

PREVIOUSLY, on "With You"...

Leaning down, he brushed his lips over your cheek in a tender kiss... the softness of you electrifying him utterly.

"I'll never let him near you," he vowed, his fingers reaching up to trace his lips where your skin had touched. "And I'll never let him take Marc away from you."

“Read to me, husband," you purred into Steven's ear, curling close to his side.

His eyes cut over to you and he grinned, reaching to lace his fingers with yours. You sighed, your heart overflowing as your fingertip traced over the gold band he now wore.

"Long flight, darling. You sure you don't want to rest a bit?" He suggested, gazing at you adoringly.

"Maybe I will if you read to me," you teased, pulling your intertwined fingers to your mouth, your lips grazing his ring.

You may have been on an airplane, but it still felt like your own little world.

After a few chapters about ancient Egypt, and a long nap, you awakened to your husband watching an 80's action film on the screen on the back of the chair in front of him.

Marc.

Latching on to his arm, your fingers found his again, just to toy with his wedding band.

"Hey, baby," he softly greeted, kissing your temple. "Steven bore you to death reading about the pyramids?"

"Absolutely not," you playfully defended, "I just find the sound of his voice soothing."

"You know what's soothing?" He pointed to his screen with a grin. "RoboCop."

You groaned. "How much longer till we land?"

"We're not even halfway," Marc replied, glancing at his watch.

"Maybe RoboCop will put me back to sleep."

Your honeymoon was magical.

All your hard work, saving and planning paid off, and you and your husband had the time of your lives. Sun-drenched days, passion-filled nights, nothing but relaxation in paradise. Playing games with Marc, reading with Steven, delicious food (and a delicious husband).

It was just the refreshing reset you needed to kick off married life.

Truthfully, you wondered about Jake - you missed him, and the tiniest part of you hoped nothing would interfere with your little bubble of temporary heaven.

Everything seemed fine - you made it back to London refreshed and ready to proudly sport your wedding band everywhere you went. You didn't care if it seemed a little old fashioned. You were proud and thrilled to have a wonderful, dreamy husband.

Steven transitioned into summer session classes at uni while you contemplated advancing your nursing career. Marc seemed steady, albeit a little quiet. Not brooding quiet - more like...observationally quiet.

The two of you had discussed what he might like to do. After all, he had spent years as a man of action. But he insisted he was content in his current role, making sure Steven got the education and credentials he deserved.

Still...something about him seemed a little off. There was no evidence of him drinking, and, even in his darkest times, drinking was never something he hid from you. It was a bit difficult to hide anyway, but he never even attempted to. So you didn't suspect alcohol as the culprit.

After insisting he was fine for a few weeks, he finally admitted how hard he had been trying to communicate with Jake. You were a little surprised at first, but only at first. After all, Marc had never enjoyed the feeling of not having control - whether over himself, his life, or just in general.

By now, an eternity had passed since you last saw or spoke to Jake. When Marc admitted that he had spoken to Jake quite a few times since your wedding, you had to bite your tongue to keep from asking, 'Did he ask about me?'

You already knew the answer. Jake was not interested in all things you. Besides, this wasn't about you anyway - it was about Marc as a system. Instead, you asked Marc why he didn't say something sooner to you about speaking to Jake.

"I didn't want to upset you," was his explanation. Fair enough.

Instead of starting an interrogation with questions like, 'Does he still work for Khonshu?' and the like, you kept your focus on your husband and asked, "Is that why you've been so quiet?"

Chewing on his lip, he waited a minute before replying, "Maybe. Just trying to figure some stuff out."

The look on your face clued him in to the fact that he was being vague at best. So he knelt down in front you as you sat in Steven's reading chair, took your hands and said, "I'll tell you more soon. I'm working really hard to figure out how we can all be happy - how we can all coexist and really be safe, and free of Khonshu for good."

Oh.

If Marc was working on something Khonshu-related, then his contemplativeness tracked. He was so earnest in trying to confess this little piece to you, that you decided to believe him and not prod too much right now. Just for now.

The very next night, you came home from work a little late - a night quite reminiscent of the one when you had found Marc drinking - to find your flat dark and mysteriously quiet.

Calling your husband's names, you headed to the bedroom to get changed when you heard a thump and a groan from inside the bathroom. Panic shot through your body as you bolted through the door, shoving it open to find...Marc? slumped over the closed toilet, shirtless, clutching his side and groaning in pain.

"Baby - what happened?" You gasped, kneeling down and switching into triage mode. That's when you saw blood pooling around his hand, oozing through his fingers.

What the hell...

"Shit, you're bleeding," you cried, stating the obvious while jerking the nearest towel off the rack to press to his side.

He grunted, reluctantly dragging his crimson-coated fingers away, hissing as you pressed the cloth into his side to staunch the bleeding.

Tears burned your eyes at the sight of your wounded husband, but only for a second, as your medical training kicked in. You noticed right away that his knuckles were bloodied, as if he'd punched a wall. His lip was split, his eyebrow was cut and there were even a few angry scrapes across his cheek.

"Hold this here for me, baby, I need to get the first aid kit," you sniffed, pulling his hand back over the towel covering his bleeding side. Most of what you needed was in the bathroom with you, so as soon as you were ready, you sat down and reached for his fingers.

"Here, let me see," you instructed. You gasped at the deep, angry gash in his flesh. "Okay...okay, I need to stitch this up, honey, it's deep." Pausing for a moment, you realized it was a horrible idea to tend to your husband, especially with tears stinging your eyes.

"Actually, here," you pushed the cloth back over his wound, making him groan in agony. "Come on. We need to get to A&E - "

"No," he firmly protested. "You do it."

You shook your head. "Marc, listen, I really should-"

"No," he repeated, his eyes finding yours. "Too many questions. No police."

Shaking your head in frustration, you grabbed your first aid kit, which was really a small medical bag, containing enough supplies to be useful in an emergency.

You would do anything for Marc, but right now, you were confused and growing more worried by the moment. "What were you even doing? How did you get hurt?" You huffed, gathering the supplies to mend his wound.

He didn't answer, and that pissed you right off.

Pausing just for a moment, you glared at him, before gathering some clean towels. Without a word, you hurried to the kitchen to set the kettle to boil, just in case you needed to sterilize anything the old fashioned way.

When you returned to your husband, you had calmed down a little.

Pulling the bloody towel away from his side once more, you started to clean the angry gash, attempting to get ready to close the wound.

A few minutes later, you instructed Marc to move to the bed. You certainly weren't going to stitch him up on the bathroom floor.

Pausing for a moment, you granted him a reluctantly sympathetic smile, brushing his sweaty curls away from his forehead.

"This is going to hurt. I don't have anything to give you - anything to numb the pain," you carefully explained. "Are you sure you don't want to go to A&E?"

He nodded once, but still wouldn't speak to you.

"How did you get hurt, Marc? I thought you still had...healing armor or whatever. From Khonshu." And why was he acting so weird?

The instant you had the thought that Marc really didn't seem himself was the moment you knew.

Staring into his eyes challengingly, you whispered his name. "Marc?"

Swallowing hard, he drew a trembling breath. "Not Marc."

All the blood drained from your face. You blinked rapidly, completely blindsided and so confused.

"Jake?"

Averting his gaze, he gave you another nod.

Despite all your medical training, you froze. Lips trembling, you reached up to his face, carefully minding his scrapes and cuts as your fingers traced his jaw. It had been so, so long...

"You're hurt," you whispered, as if it were new information. In a way, it was. Because a moment ago, in your mind, Marc was the one hurt. That was bad enough, but now, after weeks on end of hearing nothing...

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his eyes drifting closed at your touch. "Please help me."

Releasing his jaw, you covered his hand with yours, squeezing gently before nodding.

"This will hurt, Jake," you reminded him, as if he wasn't there a minute ago to hear your warning.

"'S okay. I deserve it." Closing his eyes, he laid his head down and waited for the pain.

You were going to fucking kill someone. Either Jake, for asking you to stitch him up rather than go to A&E while you were reeling, having not seen him for so long. Or Khonshu for honestly being a giant pile of dicks. Maybe even Marc. You weren't sure why you were mad at Marc, but you had a feeling he was involved in this steaming pile of shit somehow. The only one who might get a pass was Steven, unless he was in on this Khonshu bullshit too.

Jake could feel your anger. It was rolling off of you, electrifying the whole bedroom. But your hands remained steady, tender and professional, dancing over his wounded flesh. The dichotomy of your righteous anger and your healing mercy made him burn for you.

Each stab with your needle felt like a consequence for how he'd failed you. Failed Marc.

It was silent torture, but finally you finished, cleaning and bandaging the wound. You had thought he might pass out from exhaustion or pain, but he simply stared at the ceiling and said nothing.

Not one fucking word of explanation, or even a cry of pain.

With a sigh, you left the room to wash up and get rid of some of the bloody dressings and instruments. The sutures were not your best work - after all, you didn't stitch people up on a daily basis. But it would have to do.

Feeling exhausted in every way, you readied yourself to tend to the rest of Jake's injuries, bracing yourself for stone cold silence. It fucking hurt, but he was more than clear on the matter of not communicating with you.

Returning to Jake's beside, you said nothing. You simply lifted his hand into your own, carefully cleaning his bloody knuckles. You thought about making a joke along the lines of 'I should see the other guy, right?' but ultimately decided against it. It seemed pointless to even try.

Grabbing a couple extra pillows from your side of the bed, you handed them to Jake, who had been watching you warily.

"I need you to prop up so I can take a look at the cuts on your lip and over your eye," you explained.

He obeyed, shifting the pillows into position before protesting. "You've done enough, cariño, you don't have to - "

"Like hell I don't," you snapped. "My husband's body is hurt..." you exhaled shakily, squeezing your eyes shut for a second. "You're hurt, Jake. I'm doing this."

At first, he wouldn't look at you. You tended to the cut over his eye first - it was the worst one. "You'll need a bandage here...and it might even leave a scar through your eyebrow."

"I'm sorry," he repeated his apology from earlier. He didn't know what else to say.

"For what exactly?" You questioned, cleaning the scrapes along his cheek. You were close to him now, fingers brushing, eyes flickering, gazes locking. His breath ghosted over your hand.

"For everything," he offered, his own hand stretching out to grasp your elbow.

You jerked away. "That's really fucking specific, Jake. Thanks."

"Mi vida -" he started.

"Don't!" You bit out, glaring at him, your chest heaving. "Don't call me that. Just...just tell me how you got hurt. Tell me why you're not healing. Is Khonshu gone?"

Jake shook his head. "No. But our armor is."

"Why?" you gasped. "How can you...do your job if he doesn't protect you? I thought that was all part of the avatar package."

Jake didn't exactly feel comfortable with this line of questioning but he honestly didn't know what to do anymore.

"I think..." he started, clearing his throat. "I think it's...punishment."

Every negative and intense emotion coursing through your body narrowed to one. Terror.

"What?" You cried, placing your hands on his bare chest. "Khonshu did this to you?"

"No. He did this to Marc."

If there was anything Jake hated, it was causing you pain. He had made a sort of strange peace about staying out of your daily life, to protect you and Marc. He viewed returning your unopened letters as a mercy - as a way to let you off the hook.

But as you lay your head down on his chest, grasping his hand desperately, your warm tears flowing onto his bare skin, he knew he had utterly failed and completely misunderstood what you needed. After endless weeks of silence, it took one choked sob and desperate plea from you for him to break.

"Why would he hurt Marc?" You pleaded, clinging to Jake like a child would to a parent after a bad dream. "Please...please tell me what he did to my husband."

Jake smoothed his hand over your shoulder, rubbing your arm in a small attempt to comfort you, electrified by the nearness of you.

"I...um," releasing a shuddering breath, he decided you deserved to know. "Marc has been...talking to me. And Khonshu."

Jake went on to explain how Marc had been staying up late, attempting to maintain control of the body. How he had even gone out at night and summoned the suit -several times, in fact.

"Why?" You sniffled, leaning into Jake's embrace.

"I think he's trying to negotiate our freedom," Jake explained. "But...I don't want him to."

"Because it's your job," you spat, accusingly.

"No, mi amor," he gently corrected you. "Because the first night he put on the suit, he completely panicked, and almost bought some liquor."

You cried harder. What the hell was going on with them?

"He didn't drink," Jake clarified. "I was able to take the body after he started walking home. And the reason I don't want him doing all this is because I can't protect him if I'm not Moon Knight. If I'm not in control. If Marc is out there, and gets hurt, Khonshu doesn't care. He doesn't care if Marc drinks - in fact, he probably prefers it that way."

Easing his arms around you, Jake hissed at the stretch he felt in his stitched injury.

"Khonshu doesn't want me distracted," Jake explained. "By Marc or by you. He wants someone completely devoted to being his fist - to watching over the travelers of the night."

"That's bullshit," you argued, though most of your ire had given way to a form of despair. "If he was protecting people, he wouldn't have done this to Marc. He wouldn't have hurt him."

You and Jake lay on your bed, completely wrapped up in one another. He had tried to stay away for your sake, but if you needed this from him, he would gladly give it.

"He didn't hurt Marc directly," Jake went on. "He just..." blowing out a sigh, he mustered the courage to tell you. "He told Marc he was a worthless weakling and that he would pay for interfering. So..." Jake couldn't go on for a moment.

"What?" you whimpered, nuzzling your face into his neck as if you could hide from the horrible ancient deity.

"Khonshu waited until Marc was in the middle of a fight - he was trying to save a woman from...it was three men. Assholes..." His jaw clenched in fury. "Khonshu decided then to take away his armor. So...they beat the hell out of Marc and...they stabbed him. Cut him with a piece of glass. That's when I took the body." Too fucking late, as it turned out.

You broke down. You couldn't take it anymore. When would your husband ever be free of this torment?

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Jake said mournfully. "I tried so hard to protect him. To protect you from exactly a moment like this. I'm so sorry, mi vida."

He held you for a while, soothingly rubbing your back, thrilled and bewildered by the chance to hold you like this. To be able to give you some measure of comfort. To bear the injury Marc had sustained.

"Why do you call me that?" You softly questioned after your sobs had quieted. "Mi vida? Mi amor? I'm not."

Ouch. Jake's heart splintered.

But you went on to explain. "I've respected your choices, Jake, and your life on your own. But why do you call me those things if you don't even want to know me?"

"I told you - I do know you," he reminded you, his voice filled with conviction. "I think about you every day."

Propping up on one elbow, you peered down at him. "Then why won't you let me know you? Why did you return my letters?"

"To protect you," he insisted, wincing as you rolled your eyes. "From Khonshu. From everything. It was my fault Marc was drinking again. All of this pain, everything was because I wasn't doing enough - "

"Then let us help you, Jake," you pleaded. "Let's figure this out together."

"Marc tried and look what happened!" Jake fired back, flinching away from you. "He got hurt. He could have gotten us killed!"

Trying to sit up, Jake hissed in pain, his skin burning as your hands fussed over him, trying to help him.

"What happened tonight is exactly what I've been trying to prevent. No one is listening to me!"

"Because you don't fucking say anything!" You cried, climbing off the bed, scrambling around to stand in front of him. "All you do is play the martyr - lay down every piece of your existence on this sacrificial altar to a spiteful god! You don't talk to anyone, you don't know anyone, you don't do anything here but sleep!"

Tears streaked down your face as your lip trembled. "No one can listen to you because you've made yourself a ghost! You can't hear a ghost, Jake. You can't see or know a ghost. You can't love a ghost..."

Wiping your cheeks with the back of your hand, you whispered woefully. "But I love you anyway. I'm here and I'll listen to you. You just don't say anything. And I know it's because of me. I know you can't stand to be around me - I guess you despise me - but you could at least try harder with Marc and Steven - "

"What did you say?" Jake breathed, his voice cold. With tremendous effort, he pushed himself off the bed and stood before you, eyes wet with fresh tears. "You think I despise you? How can you..." He trailed off, raking his fingers through his curls. "You really have no idea, do you?"

Shaking your head mutely, you stared up at him, so sweetly broken.

"You're right," he finally said, his head dropping in shame.

With a small whimper, you started to sniffle again, thinking you were right about how he couldn't stand to be around you.

"I haven't said anything to you. I've tried so fucking hard not to."

"Why?" you whispered. "What did I do wrong?"

He completely melted, reaching out for you. "Nothing, mi alma. Not one thing, ever."

Still confused, you shook your head mournfully. "Then why don't you..."

Murmuring your name, he brushed tender fingers over your cheek. "I was trying to keep you out of this - to keep you safe - to set you free - but I can see now - I only made everything worse."

Touching his forehead to yours, he wrapped one arm around your waist. "De verdad lo siento, mi amor. Por favor perdóname. Te amo."

He normally only spoke English with you, simply because that's what you spoke with Marc and Steven. But in his overflow of emotion, that's what came out.

"I'm sorry, I..."

"I understand," you whispered, your eyes wide, with a sliver of hope. "But you can say it again."

Tracing your lips with his thumb, he tried to show you everything inside his heart. He didn't deserve you, but he couldn't live without you anymore.

"I'm so sorry," he translated, brushing his lips over yours. "My love... please forgive me." Rubbing his nose against yours tenderly, he breathed against your mouth. "I love you."

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sunshine-on-marz · 2 months

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guess who's back, back again

to request married gn!reader and aaron hotchner headcanons

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My first time writing for Hotch!!!!

I wasn’t sure if you wanted the wedding itself or what so I did a little of everything

Put a Ring on it

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Find my other work here!!

Before the wedding he’s a mess

Especially since he’s so closed off durning work so when he gets home it all just kind of hits him

“Aaron, love are you okay?” You cup his face, and feeling the cool metal of your ring on his cheek just makes his heart speed up. “I’m alright, just thinking. Now, c’mere” he slides over on the couch to make room for you to curl up next to him. “Now what’s wrong, just because you’re a profiler doesn’t mean you get to lie to me” you tease, he smiles a bit, leaning over to kiss you. “We’re getting married, sorry for being a little stressed” he chuckles, which makes you laugh too. “Why are you nervous, what do you not love me anymore?” You ask, fake offense dripping in your voice. He pulls you forward to kiss you again. “Of course not”

Now the wedding itself? Different story.

He makes sure it’s everything you’ve ever wanted

He DEFINITELY cries when you walk down the isle

You add in a message to Jack in your vows and it’s so solidifying to him that you are the one

Not that he needed any convincing

He takes off almost a month from work for your honeymoon and the BAU is SHOCKED. I tell you.

“20 days?!” Derek yells when Rossi breaks the news. “I mean atleast he’s actually taking time off for once” JJ says, leaning back in her chair. “20 days is quite the long honeymoon, most couples only take 7 days” Spencer said, not looking up from his book, making Emily laugh “maybe we’ll actually see him smile when he comes back”

He’ll take you anywhere you want for the honeymoon.

Now for normal married life?

This man worships the ground you walk on

He may seem all cold and grumpy but you just make him feel like heaven is on earth

Even when he has to leave in a rush for work he always leaves you a note saying how much he loves you

“Sorry, got a case. I love you sweetheart, have a good day, I’ll call later. PS: wear that new shirt ”

He calls you atleast once a day when he’s out on a case

And texts you any chance he gets

“How’s your day going love?”

“Have you eaten lunch yet?”

“I love you (we’re all safe. Don’t worry)”

Overall he’s just the best ever

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smolvenger · 1 year

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The King of Asgard (Loki x fem! Reader Oneshot)

Synopsis: As the wife of Prince Loki of Asgard, you suddenly discover that Odin and Thor are gone. You are made queen and your dear husband is king. But a king needs an heir...

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: SMUT Y'ALL!!! 18+ Breeding Kink and Vanilla P in V sex and dirty talk. Some angst in the beginning but lots of hurt/comfort regarding his discovery about being a Frost Giant. Some married fluff. I use the canon events in Thor 1 but stretch out the timeline because it's my fic and I can do what I want. References to fairy tales because I'm a slut for literary references.

A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

A/N: Since seeing Thor 1 in its completion this has been in my head. I don't usually write for the big man Loki himself too often- but it's a treat to do so! Maybe I will do more of this stuff if I get more ideas! REBLOGS, COMMENTS, DMS, AND ASKS ABOUT MY WORK ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED! Also, I don't know if Frigga is also Freya the goddess of love and sex in this universe when I wrote this but her character is clearly more FRIGGA than Freya...so yeah...mea culpa

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You had many regrets in your life. But marrying Prince Loki was not one of them. When he asked you, you threw your arms around him and kissed him repeating one word- “Yes!”

You never regretted the day you wore a jeweled veil and walked down that aisle. You never regretted vowing before all the gods that you were his and he was yours. You never regretted becoming Princess of Asgard. Not if it meant the love of your life could become your husband.

Some whispered that your choice was unusual. That it was the wrong prince. That you should have married Thor. After all, it seemed obvious he was going to be the heir. But things did not happen in your heart the way they did. Thor was jovial and friendly to you. But before your betrothal, he liked you as a sister. No more, no less. Even if Odin commanded it, Thor would object to the match. If Thor learned to reign in his arrogance someday, you thought, he would make a fine lover to some lucky person!

Other than being the most beautiful man you had ever beheld, Loki was intelligent. Full of elegance as well as guile. Well-read, polite, patient, and charming, but could hold his own in any battle. It seemed you were one of the few people who recognized that. That was one of many reasons why he loved you.

You both attended feasts side by side. He would flirt with you even though you were still about a year into marriage.

“Why, it is too bad that such loveliness is sitting by herself tonight! May I have the seat next to her?” Loki would croon as he sat in the chair next to you.

You danced every dance together at balls. You especially loved spending free hours exploring the Asgardian library together. Reading works from all Nine Realms. Sometimes until you both fell asleep by the fireplace. Not to mention his finesse in the bedroom.

Loki confessed of his wedding day nerves to you in private. He feared…displeasing you on your wedding night. But your mutual passion and reverence for each other won over all else. Every time you coupled, you brought each other to Valhalla and back again. You learned about each other’s bodies like studying maps. Each minute of lovemaking was both exploration and worship of each other.

Lately, the two of you were careful. You had your own special tea to drink before or after it happened. At most, he would spill his seed somewhere that wasn’t between your legs. You knew so much was happening. Becoming a parent would put more stress on both of you. Especially considering Odin was about to name his heir.

Though you both did hope someday to have a child. You knew Loki would be a wonderful father and you wanted to be a mother. You wanted a family. You wanted to have a sweet baby (or two) of your own to cuddle and kiss. To hear it laugh when you tickled it. To welcome their first steps with open arms. To watch it grow. To leave your own mark- a person who was both Loki and you.

Now wasn’t the right time, both of you knew it. When you would sigh about it, he would hug you.

“We will wait, my love…time is our friend…” he’d assure you.

There were worse things in life. And you might as well enjoy what you had now before it was too late. You were lucky to have him. Many couples lived happy, long lives together without children. You were fortunate to have a man who you could confide anything to. And he in turn confided all his worries to you.

The ceremony arrived. And it was not Loki who was named heir as he hoped. It was Thor.

As you stood next to Loki, you felt him stiffen. Thor smiled and held up Mjonir as the kingdom cheered for him. Looking at your husband, you took his hand. You heard him take in a deep sigh through his nose.

“I know you wanted it…I’m so sorry…” you whispered to him, rubbing a thumb over his palm.

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One evening when you walked about the garden. The sun was setting and while there was some light, you wanted to admire the roses Frigga grew. Dressed in your golden dress, you knelt to sniff a few red ones. Admiring her work and the peace of the place. You jumped when a guard ran over to you.

“The Prince Loki requests your presence immediately in the castle vaults,” he reported.

Picking up your skirts, you hurried there.

“Loki, where are you? Are you hurt?” you asked as you entered.

He was standing on the steps before the Tesseract’s section. He looked up at the sound of your voice. There were tears in his eyes.

“I…I just spoke with father…” he said.

“What did he say this time?” you asked.

He took a step towards you. More tears fell down his cheeks.

“Y/N…I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have married you, shouldn’t have made you my prisoner…” he said.

Pain curled up in your chest at the words. Their grip tightened your throat and your eyes watered as well as his.

“Prisoner!?! What are you talking about, Loki? You cannot believe every word Odin says! I will talk to him myself right away! How dare he say such cruel things to you! You do deserve me! You do!” you cried.

You reached over to grab his hands and he jerked them back.

“No Asgardian maiden deserves to be sold and made wife to a Frost Giant!” He blurted.

You paused.

“Frost Giant?” you repeated.

All your life you heard whispers of the land of the Frost Giants, or Jotenheim. And they were always violent tales of terror. The large, ice creatures were longtime enemies of your kingdom. It was typical for Thor to boast about how much he would slay if given the chance.

“Stay here…and watch…” Loki instructed.

He put his hand on the Tesseract. Upon contact, his skin turned blue and his eyes red. A frost giant if you ever saw one.

Your eyes widened and you gasped in response, a hand flew over your mouth. Shock made your body lock in place. But you did not turn your eyes from him.

“Oh, Loki!” you cried.

You did not flee. No, you would not. Instead, you ran up and embraced him. He felt cold to the touch. As his hands released the Tesseract you felt him warm up in your arms as his skin turned back to ivory. They curled around your back, and he buried himself in your touch. You felt him shaking. Despite your own surprise, you would not abandon him. Never.

“It’s alright…it’s alright, I’m right here…this is a lot, I know…” you consoled as he cried.

He explained to you that years ago, Odin found an abandoned Frost Giant baby in Jotenheim. He took in the infant to be raised as one of his own. But never telling that young prince the truth about his parentage. Not until an accidental discovery. In a recent battle a Frost Gant touched your husband’s arm, changing your prince’s skin to blue beneath his grip. And blue skin could not lie.

“Do you know what I am, Y/N? I am a monster! That’s who you are married to! A monster!” Loki mourned.

You glanced at the door, then back to him. An idea from a recent library read growing in your head.

“Are you familiar with Midgard Fairy Tales? The ones for children?” you asked.

“No,” he answered.

“You don’t?” you asked.

“Midgard never interested me before…”

Taking him by the hand, you led him back to the library. You found a collection of Midgard Fairy Tales left on your favorite chair. You brought it to him and opened it up, flipping the pages. You then pointed to one story. The first page was illustrated with a ship on the ocean, then a rose, and a grand castle.

“You should read this one right here. It was written years ago by a lady. It is a Midgard Fairy Story called La Belle et La Bete or Beauty and The Beast…” you explained.

Loki took the book. He then flipped the page to see a picture of the eponymous beast.

“I know enough of fairy tales. They’re all the same. There’s some giant or creature who’s always the villain. Kidnapping unwilling maidens and hoarding gold. That is until a prince skewers them. Then there’s great celebration over the killing,” he dismissed.

You placed a hand on the page before he could close it.

“You’re right about one thing. There is a beast in this one…” you continued.

“Oh, and he’s there to do those things so babes will grow up learning to hate me,” Loki complained.

“No! Not in this one he’s not!” you objected.

You turned the page. It showed the Beast smiling with a lady in a rose garden.

“Yes, he is a beast. But do you know what he also is? He is the prince in the story! He might look frightening to some, but beneath it, he is kind and generous! He falls in love and marries a woman who sees that in the end! She doesn’t focus on what makes him monstrous and different- she accepts who he is!”

You set the book down and cupped his face.

“Because she loves him!”

His jaw dropped, speaking nothing. He leaned into your hand.

“A Frost Giant? Yes. I will learn to adjust to the blue skin…but you are my husband. I could not ask for a better one. And I love you. No matter what…” you said.

He embraced you again and you both cried. Tears of happiness and of sorrow. Blue skin or white. Yellow eyes or blue ones. He was Loki. He was your husband, and you would always stay with him. Besides, it’s what he would have done for you.

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When you went to bed that night, you expected tomorrow to be a day like any other. But instead, you were shaken out of sleep.

“Loki, what is it? It’s too early…” you murmured, half-awake.

You felt your bedside but did not feel the lump of his body.

Wakefulness creeping on you, you saw the guards and a few servants in your bedchambers. You jumped to sit up. You held onto the blankets, your knuckles popping in your grip.

“Where is my husband? Is he alright? What’s going on?” you questioned.

Their eyes were all wide. One servant stepped forward and spoke with gravity.

“The prince Thor is banished. And Odin has fallen into his Odinsleep. Loki is now King of Asgard. And you are it’s Queen.”

It was only four sentences. But it felt like something from a dream. You jolted out of bed to stand. You barely opened your mouth to respond when the servant knelt before you. He took your hand and kissed it in reverence.

“Your highness! Queen of Asgard!” he announced.

All bowed before you in your room.

You expected many things when you married the god of mischief. Just not this! It felt like one of those Midgard Fairytales happening to you.

When you dressed and hurried to your husband in the throne room. You forgot your new role and froze your steps. He sat on a throne, legs deliciously apart. He took up space now. The throne was entirely his and he was going to use every inch of it. He was decked in the robe of a ruler, not a prince destined to wait in the wings all his life. He had power in him, and you had to confess the aura of it was…. doing something for you. Your legs were buckling beneath your dress. There was that infamous, mischievous smile on him. It made you shiver. Already morning and desire swirled inside you. When his head turned to see you, he lit up. He got up from his throne and walked down. Per habit, you curtsied low. Then, placing a finger beneath your chin, he led you to standing. Your sex beneath your legs clenched at the gesture.

He then grabbed you and lifted you up in a hug where your feet didn’t touch the ground.

“Y/N…darling!” he greeted.

He put you down and placed a kiss on your lips.

“But…are you ready to rule? It won’t be easy…” you worried.

“It will not. But at last, think of everything I could do…lead armies…unite kingdoms…”

Even Jotenheim and Asgard if he decreed it so, you noted. You then smiled at him. He was glowing from pride and joy. He took your hand and kissed it.

“If we’re together through this…we can handle it…” he said.

They placed you to stand by his side on the throne.

Frigga entered. She bowed to you. Your own knees bucked a little out of habit. Usually you were the one bowing to her! You walked down to her, taking her shoulders.

“Queen mother…I…I’m speechless! …I don’t know how I could ever be a queen as well as you!” you confessed to her.

She kissed your cheek and gave you a patient smile.

“Don’t worry, I will help you. Day by day, step by step, you will learn how.”

“Thank you…what do I do now?”

“You will be crowned this afternoon. The kingdom will be watching. Look at them, your people. And show them you care…” she advised.

The hour arrived for them all. Swarms of people broke in like a flood to the throne room. You felt every eye as a golden crown was placed on your head and as his familiar helmet was placed on Loki.

Remembering Frigga’s advice, you looked down on them. You allowed a smile to grow on you. You smiled as you heard your name being chanted along with your husband's name.

They cheered and bowed to you. Flags were waved and confetti fell like snow across the palace. Loki got took your hand and lifted it up before them. They began to cry out.

“Hail the King Loki! Hail the Queen Y/N!”

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When the sun began to set, a familiar servant ran up to you.

“The King sends his regrets that duties require his immediate attention. He asked for the cooks to go ahead and serve you dinner in his absence,” she announced.

“Thank you,” you replied. An attempt at a regal tone of voice new to you.

The servant bowed and left. She didn’t do that as reverently when you were a mere princess. You ate your dinner alone and then took a rosewater bath right after. You noticed several stray petals floating around in the tub.

Once you finished, you returned to your chambers. It seemed they would stay the same for now. The King’s room was for the Odinsleep. Drying yourself you picked a nightgown. Tonight, it was a white one with a silvery tone to it. It had long sleeves that draped down and had beautiful beading around the bodice. The neckline dipped down to the clasp that secured it. Some might consider it immodest, but it was too beautiful for your resistance. It gave you some very sensual cleavage that you loved (and so would your husband). The skirt then dipped down to the floor, making it feel like a robe, but the material was not so thick that it felt too hot.

If you dressed more like a queen, even at night, you would feel more apt to the role.

What a day it had been. Part of your body ached after such excitement. You sat by your vanity on a cushion. Flowers (including the roses you liked) from the gardens in vases bedecked it. By the candlelight you checked your hair. Sighing in, you relaxed on the seat, admiring the glimpse of the kingdom at night from your curtains. Enjoying a moment of peace.

You then heard his voice outside the door.

“I am now going to bed. Do not disturb us unless there is an emergency,” Loki ordered the servants and guards. Already he was speaking more like a king.

The doors creaked as he opened it and walked inside. Though he was in his own green bedrobes, there was a bounce and urgency to his step. Then he approached you as you sat on the cushion before the vanity. Though his blue eyes did wander hungrily to your low neckline. They then returned up to your face in the mirror’s reflection.

“How is my pretty queen tonight?” he asked.

“I’m good…” you answered.

“Are you tired?” he asked with a tone of concern.

He placed a hand on your shoulder, fingers drumming in anticipation. Was there some old prank he was going to pull that he wanted you to see? What was he going to say?

“Only a little…I’m still taking it in…” you replied.

He embraced you from behind, nuzzling into your neck. You smiled at the contact of feeling his nose against your skin. He smiled as he looked at you in the mirror.

“You always were a queen to me, my dear….” He said.

He kissed your cheek and then lowered his lips to your neck. You smiled, enjoying the increasingly amorous gesture. You felt the tickle of his breath. His soft lips made another kiss in between your neck and clavicle. You melted into it.

“My, Freya has gotten someone enchanted…” you teased.

“It’s not Freya who enchants me…” he husked.

He then turned you around and led you to stand. And laid a desperate kiss on your lips. You wrapped your arms around him. He slid in his tongue. A hand of his crept to hold your back to him. You groaned into it. Already, arousal began its long, sinful climb with its wet signal between your legs. You released lips with a satisfying smack.

“If you continue this, I’ll ring for that tea…” you said.

“No…” he voiced.

“Hmm?”

He held your hands down.

“You won’t need that tea tonight. Or for a while…” he said.

You blinked.

“How come?”

He gave you a smile, looking in your eyes.

“I must tell you…the council has given me much advice. To secure myself as king, there are a few things I can do. Enact laws. Silence any rebellions or refusals. And, since I’m already married...”

He paused.

“Sire an heir.”

You felt your breath stop in your throat. Your eyes widened. His smile went down to a smirk. A glint in his eye as he went to you. His eyes roaming down your exposed chest. His hands wandered down, staring to hike a little of your skirt.

“So, you’re saying…” you stuttered.

“Y/N, I…I need you tonight…tonight…I’ll give you a child, an heir, someone to carry on my reign, and keep me as king…Would you like that?” he asked.

He leaned closer. Wanting to kiss you, then pausing. You could feel his breath just on your lips, making you dizzy. He placed his hips against yours. You felt a moan shudder out of you. Your answer was an easy one.

“Yes, yes I would.”

He swept you up in his arms, strong despite his lean frame. Your heart raced so hard you felt it would burst out of you. He laid you on the bed then crawled over you. You felt yourself trembling like it was the first time. He cupped your cheek and leaned over to kiss you.

“My queen, my darling…”

You wrapped your arms around him.

“And my Prince made King,” you said back.

Intuitively, he ground his hips on yours. A small shudder went through you, coming out as a sigh. You reached a hand to run it through his hair as he kissed you again. Combing through those dark curls you loved so much. Because they were a part of him. His crown that never left him. You gave him another, harder kiss. He then looked down at your robe. He slid a hand over the beading, over your chest.

“A lady beautiful as you could doesn’t need such …embellishments…” he growled.

He removed his hand to lift it in the air. He flicked it and a green light began at the tips of your toes and then worked its way up your legs and through your body. Your evening robes for sleeping vanished and instead was your skin. He wetted his lips at the sight of your nakedness.

“I’ve longed to see this, to touch you for hours…”

He went up to your bare breasts. You gulped as he began to kiss it. Your back arched on impulse, tensing already. As he worked his way to the center, you felt yourself tensing already. Smiling at the pleasure as he used his tongue, swirling your nipple. Chills ran over you. He released his mouth to whisper.

“I’ve missed your breasts. The shape. The softness. Feeling you…”

He replaced it with his large hand. He gently squeezed and groped both around. You exhaled out another sound coming out of you. Not a polite one.

“Perfection-perfect for my hands. And perfect to nurse my heir…”

He then lowered himself down, kissing your stomach. Tracing your hips. He then kissed your bellybutton, dipping his tongue into the hole of it. Only a symbol of what was next. A delicious forewarning. Preparation. You grew wetter with the feeling of something soft and wet inside a hole of yours.

“Loki…Loki, my dear…husband…” you whimpered.

He held your hips down, tracing it and feeling them again. How they curved up to where they made your waist. His fingers sprawled possessively over your flesh. Then back down to your hips. Looking down, there was a bulge getting bigger against his green robe.

“And these…perfect. Perfect for what I put between them. For my mouth, my fingers, my cock, and my child…”

He pulled his head up, then you put your finger to his lips. Giggling lightly, as did he.

“You talk so much. But you’ve yet to bare yourself too, my love,” you teased.

With a cocky half-smile, all he did was tilt his head. The seidr ran down from the forehead to the toes, and the smooth robe was replaced with his warm skin. He was so beautiful. Every time he took off his clothes, it was everything in you not to stare. He had a broad, ivory chest so large and enveloping. It was like a blanket when you rested your head on them or when he thrust on top of you. You put a hand to explore the crevices, going through the patch of hairs on him. His muscular shoulders, perfect for digging your nails in. His abdominals-both soft and strong. For he was both at the center of his heart as well. Thighs made thick from running, jumping, and everything a warrior did.

He ground against you. His cock, already hard, teased your stomach. He leaned up to kiss your neck in its small soft spot. A hand returning to your breast.

“You will look wonderful engorged with a babe…a child…a part of you that will always be there, a trace of us together.”

“Loki…my dear husband…I love you…” you voiced.

He smiled, inching close.

“And I love you when you’re screaming beneath me…”

With one long, beautiful hand, he took the outside of your legs. He traced his fingers down from thigh to knee. Ghosting against the upper flesh of your skin. As tenderly as if you were the brightest, most precious jewel kept in his treasury. In seas of coins, rubies, and diamonds…it was you, you out of everything else, that mattered to him.

He took his large, beautiful hands and then moved them to the inside of your knees. You bit back a moan, leaning your head into the pillow as you felt it.

Using both his hands, he then spread you apart, wide open. He looked down at you and grinned. He had seen, felt, penetrated, and tasted your pussy like an addict. Always hungry for more. Even if you were poison, he would consider it the sweetest way to die. He placed himself back up. The tip just teasing your entrance. Every nerve inside you screamed. It brushed against you, never plunging in.

“You’re a banquet all for me, my dear…now…are you ready?” he whispered.

“Oh, please…. stop tormenting me… I want a child…and I want you…give me…give me one, Loki…” you begged.

“Let me…let me feel your sweet warmth and take your king’s shaft…” Loki husked.

He plunged into you slowly. Part of you panted through your nose. You felt him climb inside, inch by agonizing inch. This was a ceremony, sacred as any other rite in a royal bedroom. As if everything had to be right. Yet there was beauty-there was divinity. An ecstasy of reaching something otherworldly in between each other’s legs. You let out a loud gasp when he placed all of you inside him. You grabbed onto him.

He then retracted his hips, and he began to thrust into you. Grinding you right into the bed. Writhing as you accepted his largeness like it was new. Each gasp from his breath, each pant from each thrust. You could feel one muscular arm of your husbands touched the headboard, keeping him steady against you. You felt your back and ass slide against the silk sheets. He was slow, but eager.

“Yes…I promised you… when we married…I’d give you-nrgh-I’d give-give you everything-fuck-everything you’d ever want-gods…yes, gods, yes!” he whimpered as he thrusted.

You let out a moan with each thrust, your own breasts bouncing slowly with the movement. He looked down, releasing the hand on the headboard to slap them.

You let out a gasp- “L-Loki-you-you-you beast!”

“I thought you figured that out already, darling…” he whispered with a chuckle.

You felt his other hand wander to touch your back. You writhed under him. He then slid his hand under his hips guide you up. His strength held you steady. He hit a different angle and you let out a cry-it was deeper, and his cock had found it’s way to your bud. Already sensitive and shaking.

“L-Loki! There! Please! There!” you begged as he kept thrusting.

“As my queen commands…”

You saw the veins in his neck tightening as he kept on. His black curls messed around him- wild and free. A creature claiming his prize for the night. How beautiful he looked. You returned a hand back up and pulled him down. You kissed him with such fervor as he thrust that he stayed for only a second inside you, pausing, catching a breath. What breath there was, anyway.

Then he picked up the pace slightly. You were starting to see stars. That sweet angle where he got your clit. You felt pleasure rise in you. Yes, it was arriving. You moved your hands down from his shoulders, down his triangular back. Once you found his soft, perfect ass you pushed him in again.

“Loki I’m…I’m…I’m close…oh norns- I’m…I’m going to cum!” you pleaded.

“So…am I-nrg-Call me king, call me king again and…and…I’ll-I’ll drive you there with me …”

He lowered his voice. Guttural and demanding.

“Call- me- your- king.”

He even got his free hand inside, speeding you up as he too sped up. You felt it-the breaking point.

“Yes-please-my- my king! My king!” you cried.

He let out a shout and you felt his hot seed spurt inside you. Your own climax then broke upon you. Thw words repeated out of you in a whisper.

“My king…my…my…”

It was the climax where it spun inside you. You felt your whole-body lock. Your quim felt as if it was spinning, sputtering with the pleasure. As well as his seed. You groaned as it washed you down and you felt it. Your eyes teared up. His stayed inside, spurting like mad. Free and plentiful after starvation. A broken dam. He stayed inside. Not wasting one drip of him. You accepted it, every bit of it. Not one drop would go to waste. You felt your body buzz. Vibrating on the inside though you were still. Still except for your own breasts heaving with the breath you caught. You felt him catch his breath on top of you too.

He then cupped your cheek. His curls fell before his face. But his smile and blue eyes glowing from them.

“I couldn’t have asked for better. A better broodmare. A better wife. A better queen by my side…” he said.

Playfully, you went up and kissed the tip of his nose. He grinned at it and then embraced you. Arms flinging around each other. His own sweaty, earthy scent mixed with the rosewater bath you had earlier.

His cock still twitched inside you. Then you felt a final hot release of him and there was no more. He pulled out. Once it left you, you felt a cold space in your quim. Like it was an empty niche, something that needed filling. So much was he a part of you. You reached up your hand to brush his curls back. Seeing his face. Seeing him.

He then went down to your stomach, kissing it.

“I think if it’s a boy…we should call him Tuck…and if it’s a girl...Idona…” you then told him.

He rolled over to lay his head on the pillow. Then he turned over. You hummed at the sight of him- oh Hela, his beautiful profile was art itself!

“And what if we have twins?” he asked.

“I’ll figure it out, later!” you replied with a small laugh.

You placed your head on his chest and looked up and he down.

“I hope you’ve forgiven me for missing dinner…we’ll eat together tomorrow night; I’ll make it up to you…” he said.

“Of course, I forgive you. You had duties of your own…” you whispered.

He then gave a smile with the familiar, delicious darkness in his eyes.

“It might take more than once. We will try for an heir no matter how many times it takes. I’d like to have you on that very table like a meal of my own to devour. And I’ll have you on the library walls. On each rug. On each column. So, rest well…you have several duties of your own tomorrow.”

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I Don’t Want a Crown Pt.2

(I was working on this only a few days before you requested it so it’s not exactly the way you requested but when are my requests ever perfect🤣 I hope you love it either way)

Also ‘I Don’t Want a Crown’ was a Human AU so he doesn’t turn her sadly but I think you’re right, if he did break his curse he would be a million times more needy for his wife!

I Don’t Want a Crown Pt. 1

The morning of the wedding I woke myself up nearly an hour before my maid even came to get me, starting on my hair early as I was too excited to sleep.

I had spent the last 2 days with Niklaus, planning the wedding as quickly as possible and he got every little thing that I wanted. He made it very clear that I was his Princess and that I would never live a second without the things I wanted in my life. His dedication to me was sweet and while I loved how much he adored me, my mother, her friends and almost all of the maids had made comments about his behavior being a bit too…obsessed.

I understood why they thought that, most men weren’t so dedicated to their wives but I loved how sweet and attentive he was. He wanted me by his side every second of the day, holding my hand, keeping me against his side every time that he could, always wanting his hands on me.

He was never inappropriate though, not once pushing the limits, always ensuring my comfort when he held me, even at night when he snuck into my room to snuggle me. I adored how needy he was for my presence and my touch, I actually had a husband who wanted to be with me and I couldn’t be happier, never once believing the women around me that told me I was in danger. I am not afraid of my betrothed, and I would not be afraid of my husband.

Everything that morning moved very quickly as things were set up and my mother and sisters all helped me dress in my gown before walking me to the ceremony, taking their seats. My father took my arm and refused to make eye contact with me before walking me down the aisle to the music, my husband dressed in a blue waistcoat that I instantly noticed made his eyes sparkle. His smile was huge as he watched me walk down the aisle and I couldn’t keep the blush from my face as his eyes trailed over every inch of me.

While I was nervous for our wedding night, I was also excited, knowing that my husband was a passionate and kind man (to me at least) and he would never hurt me on purpose. His hands had only ever excited me at the prospect of him touching me intimately and I was more excited than ever as we were so close, wanting to make him as happy as he had made me and determined to bring him more pleasure than anyone ever had, even if I was completely inexperienced.

‘You’re beautiful.’ He whispered as he took my hands and pulled me close, listening to the priest, repeating the vows he had Nik speak before moving onto me.

‘If anyone here has any reason this man and women should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace.’ I noticed Niklaus’ gaze flicker to my father with a glare before the moment was passed. ‘I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the-…bride.’ Nik had pressed his lips to mine in a needy, loving kiss before the Priest had even finished his sentence, arms circling my waist and holding me tight, molding our lips together and I knew neither of us wanted to stop.

He pulled away reluctantly a moment later and pressed his forehead to mine. ‘You’re all mine, Princess. Never getting away from me now.’ He teased and I couldn’t stop the giggle as he held my hand and led me back down the aisle, into the dining room where the reception would take place. ‘Thank you to everyone that is here with us to celebrate our special day, please have a drink and enjoy the celebration!’ Nik spoke once everyone had come inside, now mingling around as my sisters approached, coming to help me change out of my wedding dress, into one more comfortable for the evening.

‘I’ll be right back, I’m going to change.’ I told him, kissing his cheek before he caught my hand.

‘I will help you, no need for your sisters to leave the party.’ Nik led me towards the exit only to be stopped by my eldest sister, Sabrina.

‘There’s no need my Lord, you shouldn’t be bothered with something so trivial. We will have her right back to you-‘

‘Thank you Sabrina, however I would much prefer to assist my wife. You can understand, I’m sure. Stay, get yourself a drink, your husband is already several into the evening.’ She straightened up, looking at me concerned as she had been since meeting Niklaus but I ignored her, pulling him along out of the dining hall and down the corridor to my room, a room that wouldn’t be mine anymore. ‘You’re alright with me helping you, aren’t you my love?’

‘Of course I am. You are my husband, I am comfortable with you in any situation.’ I promised as I shut the door before turning around and being pinned against it with his lips on mine, roughly. His hands trailed from my waist for the first time, down my hips and to the backs of my thighs, lifting my legs around him and carrying me to my bed and setting me down, leaning over me.

‘I know we don’t have much time here but I have been dying to touch you since the moment I first laid eyes on you. Would you allow me to bring you pleasure before returning to the guests?’ He asked, kissing his way down my jaw to my neck.

His lips felt wonderful and I doubt I would have said “no” to anything he wanted at that moment. ‘I am yours, my husband can have me in anyway he wishes.’ I cried out as he bit down against the side of my neck before continuing to suck that spot, sending chills down my spine. I was amazed that something so simple as biting at my neck could bring me such astounding pleasure.

‘You are absolute perfection, my love…I promise you will love this. And I will never grow tired of doing it for you.’ His hands lifted the skirts of my dress up above my waist and I kissed him again as his fingers pulled my panties down my legs. He pulled back from the kiss and pulled me to the edge of the bed, kneeling on the floor to see my now completely exposed cunt to his eyes for the first time. ‘You are perfection, my love. Absolute perfection. You tell me if you don’t like it and I will stop, I promise.’ I barely had time to consider his words before his tongue licked straight up my pussy making me gasp.

‘What are you doing?! You don’t have to-Ah!’ I squealed as his lips sucked onto my clit, hands lifting my legs over his shoulders as I flattened the skirts as much as I could to be able to see where his face was now buried in between my thighs. His stubble was scratching against my tender flesh between my legs and while I would have imagined it to be painful, the feeling sent chills up my spine and caused goosebumps to erupt on my flesh.

I had only heard about men doing something like this and my mother made it clear that it was just a myth, men didn’t really do things like this to their wives, or any women, but my husband was quickly proving her wrong.

‘Oh God! Niklaus! Ah! So-So Good!’ My fingers tightened in the comforter below me as my head laid back, unable to hold it up anymore. He pushed his fingers into me and it was a strange feeling, having something inside of me for the first time but as he pumped them in and out my back arched as he pressed against something wonderful. ‘Oh Fuck! Niklaus! Please-Please don’t stop! I can’t-I n-need to-Niklaus!’ As I screamed his name the tension in my belly seemed to snap, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I cried out. His tongue continued licking over me, and the slurping sounds he was making were downright obscene before he pulled back and stood from the floor, leaning over me to see my face.

‘You taste delicious, my beautiful wife. Did your husband make you feel good?’ He questioned and I could only whine at that moment, opening my eyes and seeing my slick covering his mouth.

‘You didn’t…that was…you are a God.’ I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down to press our lips together, not caring about his mouth still slick with me. He kissed me for just a moment before pulling me up into a sitting position, never breaking our kiss as he unlaced the back of my corset and pulled my dress down.

‘Can you stand up?’ He wondered and I considered it.

‘It’s a possibility.’ I teased and he nipped at my bottom lip before pulling me up and yanking my dress down roughly and leaving me completely bare without my dress or corset, my panties long gone.

‘My God, you are so beautiful. These are fucking delicious!’ He moaned, leaning down and wrapping his lips around my left nipple and making me gasp. I pulled against his hair and he groaned, switching breasts when there was suddenly a knock at the door.

‘Y/n! Do you need help?!’ Sabrina called.

‘No! Just a minute! He-He took a minute to figure out the laces!’ I tried so hard not to stutter before he pulled back with a popping sound off of my breast.

‘So fucking sweet.’ He whispered into my ear, kissing my neck and pulling me against him allowing me to feel his erection against my lower stomach.

‘We’ll hurry up, dinner is about to start! Don’t let him get distracted or you’ll never come back out!’ She teased in a voice that I didn’t really care for, hating how much she disliked my husband.

‘Fuck Off Sabrina! We’ll be right out!’ Nik snapped, standing up now and grabbing my gown, laying it over the chair carefully before taking the blue dress I had gotten for the reception so I didn’t risk ruining my white gown.

I heard Sabrina huff angrily, stomping off down the hall before Nik kissed me again and I pulled away kissing his chest and moving to kneel in front of him before he caught me. ‘I want to take care of you…I can’t let you do all of that and then leave you like this.’

‘My sweet wife wants to take care of me, God, I want your wonderful lips on my cock, but not right now. Now, you dress-‘ he told me, pulling the dress on me and lacing it up in record time before turning me back around. ‘-and I fill your sweet little pussy before we go back out there.’ I looked up at him in shock, not having expected that.

‘We don’t have time, I want you to enjoy it, my King. I don’t want you to rush.’ He shook his head, pulling up the skirt of my dress before lifting me to lay on the bed once again.

‘Kissing this sweet little cunt nearly finished me off already. I’m not going to fuck you, not yet, just cum inside of you. I want to know that my cum is already taking hold in your womb…leaking out of you while we eat dinner, and dance together in front of everyone. You are mine, Princess, Fucking Mine!’ He growled, pinning me back and kissing me, before looking at me desperately. ‘Tell me you want me to fill your little pussy?’ He waited a moment before I nodded my head.

‘I want you to cum inside me, want it dripping out of me for the rest of the night. Please, fill me up my King?’ I begged and he was instantly unbuckling his belt, ripping his pants open. He pulled me up by my thighs and angled my hips up, pressing his hard cock against my hole and pushing just slightly as the head of his dick was shoved into me. ‘Fuck, you’re so big! You’re gonna rip me in two!’ I moaned, rubbing my clit roughly, desperate for my husband to just say fuck the party and fuck me however he wanted but he groaned as I spoke to him, his eyes darkening. ‘Breed me, my King! I want to carry your child for everyone to see! Fill me with your babies! Please? Please, I need it?!’

‘Oh Fuck! Yes Princess! Need to see you swell with my baby inside you, Be so fucking gorgeous! Fuck-Oh Fuck!’ He grunted, biting his lip to keep from being any louder as I slapped my hand over my mouth, cumming while feeling his cum rushing into me as he finished, pumping much more than I expected into my cunt. ‘So pretty, Princess. Gods, you’re fucking gorgeous!’ He released my waist and leaned down over me, his body pressing mine into the bed as he nuzzled into my neck.

‘I love you.’ I mumbled into his ear, wrapping my arms around him and wanting to just stay and take a nap with my husband on top of me.

‘I love you too, Y/n. Love you so much.’

‘Promise me next time we won’t have to move again.’ I teased as he sat up, tucking himself away before pulling my skirt down and helping me up making me gasp as I clamped my muscles, trying not to let anything leak out of me.

‘I promise. We will leave after the dance and we will be locked in our chambers until I am sure my seed had taken hold. Now, I must feed my tired wife, need to make sure you’re taken care of before I fuck you for real, don’t I?’ He teased, pulling me out the door and down the hall, back to the reception where we were ushered to our seats so that they could serve dinner. He surprised me as he pulled me onto his lap before I could sit in my seat and my husband spent dinner feeding me bites of my food and whispering dirty things in my ear. I eventually forced him to eat something himself as he was clearly having fun feeding me before having a few drinks and holding me as close as he could as we danced together for the first time. He had decided to forgo the dance with my father, not liking to see him touch me in any way knowing that he has caused me pain as many times as he has. ‘Is my wife ready to go home?’ Niklaus asked as I laid my head on his shoulder, allowing him to move us around the floor.

‘My husband may take me anywhere and anyway he likes.’ I whispered, feeling his hands tighten around me.

‘You are pushing my limits, wife. I may just need to take you right here on this dance floor, especially with all of the men who seem to think they are allowed to look at my wife.’ Y/n looked up a bit shocked.

‘Take me home then husband, and make me yours.’ I had barely gotten the sentence out before he was scooping me into his arms and moving for the door.

The carriage was waiting outside and we slipped away quietly without any problems, not willing to deal with my sister.

We ended up in the carriage much longer than expected before my husband carried me inside wrapped in his jacket and up to our bed where he kept his promise, not leaving that bed again until he was sure that I had been filled with his baby.

I could not have asked for a better husband or father and I thank God every day that my father had ‘allowed’ me to marry Niklaus.

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sodaskateboard · 3 months

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Ganyu NSFW Headcanons

AN: Sigh, thinking about my goat wife,, my precious princess, Gender Neutral Reader/ No Autonomy Given for Reader

Cannot dom to save her life

She will cry if you ask her to because she doesn't want to upset you but still just,, can't do it. Poor girl

Sex is very intimate and private for her, so she can't do hook ups or be with someone she doesn't love

She's also had very few, if any, sexual partners and wasn't very interested in sex before you so she's pretty inexperienced

You get to teach her the joy of "stress relief"

She needs it now regularly or else the stress just builds up again. Please. She physically needs it. Please, please, please

She needs constant reassurance and praise

It has to be romantic and sweet and soft

That said, you can tease her a little, but it has to be nice. Don't insult her even as a joke

"Is my sweet girl needy?" you ask her, already knowing the answer from how she sinks her body into your lap, trying to grind on you, without making it obvious. And maybe it wouldn't be if her breath wasn't so uneven, peaking around her small moans that she couldn't stop from escaping. She lets out a louder moan in response and leans back into your chest. It's clear what she wants, but she's too cute to pass up on. "Sorry sweetheart, you're gonna have to use your words." She whines loudly in protest and hides her red face in your neck, too embarrassed to say anything, only getting out her moan and pants and bucking into your hand.

Gets overstimulated easily

Loves having when you play with her tits. Massage them, kiss them, pinch her nipples, and suck on them

She's cummed just from having them sucked on while riding your thigh

Finds it embarrassing to finish and it takes a lot of energy from her

So it's even more overwhelming

Loves holding your hand while she finishes

She can't cum unless she feels safe

So hold her, pet her hair, whisper to her that's she's the most beautiful creature to ever exist, that you love with your whole soul, that you're going to make her your wife one day, how happy seeing her makes you

Her favourite dirty talk is the kind that if you just read it with no context, it could sound like wedding vows

Once you read her a love poem while fingering her in your lap and now she can't hear the poet's name without being mortified,, and a little excited

Her favourite place is in your or hers teapot. That way she knows no one can see you two

Imagine her surprise when you recreated her office in it. And several streets from Liyue outside,,,

She feels so dirty for imagining getting fucked somewhere like her work place or public, but she likes it so much

The first time you had sex outside in the teapot, she learned she was so sensitive even the wind's gentlest blow on her bare skin made her hot

She tastes very close to water, maybe with a bit of a herbal taste since she eats and drinks very healthy

She needs post sex cuddles more than she needs air. She needs a lot of emotional support during and after, so she knows you still like her after and are staying with her

"You work so hard Ganyu, I think you need at least one more. Just to be sure we got all the stress out of you." The half adeptus has her legs over your shoulder, the waves of her last orgasm still rippling through her body, making her head go back and her hips buck into nothing while her back tenses and all of her shakes. You place a hand her outer hip, gently patting her up and down until she can answer. You hum and watch her writhe.

She may be the divine being, knowing the Archon and adepti of Liyue for centuries and being raised them, but with the sight of her, you know you're the one truly blessed. To have Ganyu in your arms, to love and be her lover, there is not a mortal or immortal luckier than you. With her, you would stand in front of not only the adepti, or all of the Liyue, but all of Teyvat and its' archons and beyond. Even among Celestia, there is none more blessed than you, you're sure of it.

Your lovely girlfriend whines and squirms still. Maybe it was a little mean to make her finish four times. Or maybe what made it mean was that you planned to go for five tonight without telling her your goal. "You ready to go again pretty girl?" She whines loudly, either in protest or agreement. You softly giggle, "what does that mean?". She looks away from you, grabbing a pillow and putting it over her face. Then she starts to hump the air, wanting you to take care of her again. You were sure from the cry she let out when you began licking her heat again that making her cum five times was the meanest thing. Only maybe your cute little workaholic needed someone to be mean to her to get her to relax.

#ganyu x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #ganyu x reader smut #genshin imagines #genshin smut #ganyu imagine

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brcnze · 2 months

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unexpected, yet so welcome.

a/n: the next works i’ll be uploading were on ao3 but i accidentally deleted my account….so here i am again!🫣

word count: 19.8k

unexpected, yet so welcome.

the day of her best friends wedding was supposed to be one of the happiest days of her life. lucy had known lucy staniforth since they were kids and they had both spoken about this day since forever. both girls had promised the other that they would be one another’s bridesmaids and share their happiest moment together. however, what lucy didn’t expect was to be feeling so low on her longest friends’ big day.

it had been only two months since lucy bronze’s world had come crashing down. two months since her seven year relationship had come crashing down to be precise. it came out of nowhere really, keira had signed for barcelona shortly after her and nothing had been the same between the pair since. they argued constantly, showed no affection towards one another and were overall happier apart.

keira had been the one to end it. put the final nail in the coffin as such. lucy had known it was coming and had cried all the tears she had in her before keira had even said the words.

she was feeling somewhat better now. keira had moved on, fast, she thought but overall she was happy for her. they had ended on relatively good terms, they weren’t friends as such but still got along just fine when they had to. but right now, sitting in this church and watching two people declare their undying love for one another was not leaving her feeling too great.

she was thirty one years old, single and alone and being at a wedding right now was not exactly ideal. she felt better after the vows were over, all the lovey dovey part was finished and now she could focus on getting absolutely wasted in order to forget about what her life had become.

she was sitting in a booth, alone again when she heard a familiar voice and felt a presence in the form of jordan nobbs slot in beside her “alright luce?” the smaller girl asked.

lucy responded with a nod, glad to see her other best friend and fellow bridesmaid to whom she greeted with a smile.

“this must be hard for you. i know you miss keira…”

the defender jumped in at that, sick of people pitying her “it’s really not that. i loved her, i’ll always have love for her but it’s over and i’ve accepted that.”

the smaller girl furrowed her brows and couldn’t hide the confusion on her expression so stayed quiet so her friend could elaborate further.

“i think the whole break up thing has just made me question myself. i mean, im thirty one years old and im single and here i am at my best friends wedding by myself” she looked around at all the couples on the dance floor, arms wrapped lovingly around one another. “i guess it’s just made me think there might be something wrong with me. i know i’ve always been very career minded, and so with keira it was easy. we made our relationship work around football because we were both the same. i just worry now that i’ll never find anyone because they won’t be able to understand the demands of being a footballer.”

jordan’s face softened, not used to seeing one of her longest friends this vulnerable. she placed her hand on her friends knee, offering support “you don’t need to rush into anything lucy. i know it may seem that way because keira’s already with laura, but take your time. there’s not a time frame on these things. you will find someone, and when you know you know.”

lucy looked jordan dead in the eye, a huff of a laugh leaving her lips at the unusual seriousness between the pair.

“what you laughing at?” jordan questioned, confused.

the defender shook her head, a smirk still visible “just not used to the deep and meaningful advice from you jord, that’s all” to which the younger girl gave her a playful nudge.

“fine then, i’ll let you carry on being a sad sap. now come on and let’s have a dance” the smaller woman laughed, pulling lucy up and over to the dance floor.

lucy spent a good hour or so enjoying the music and dancing with her friends, her earlier turmoil dissipated. she found herself at the bar, having offered to buy a few of the guests a round of drinks when she saw someone slip in next to her.

“im glad you’ve cheered up” the voice, with a spanish accent stated.

lucy looked beside her, her eyebrows furrowing “im sorry?”

“i’d just noticed all day that you didn’t look very happy. i know how close you and lucy are so i knew it must be something pretty bad to have you looking so lost on your best friends wedding day.” the younger girl explained, flipping her hair over to one side.

lucy narrowed her eyes, taken a back a little by the girls observations of her and the spainard clearly noticed this, taking it upon her to introduce herself “oh gosh, sorry. you must think i’m completely insane. i’m ona. i used to play with lucy at united.”

“oh, i know who you are” lucy responded, somewhat bluntly.

“you do?” ona asked, nothing short of surprised that the right back she had always admired knew of her.

“course i do. ona batlle, right back. spains number two” lucy began listing “i just didn’t expect you to have been keeping an eye on me all night” she finished with a smirk.

ona blushed, suddenly turning a shade of pink and stuttered over her words “i- i mean i wasn’t…”

“you don’t have to explain yourself. it’s nice to finally meet you properly and not be playing against you” lucy said, putting the girls mind at ease but still revelling in her flustered state.

ona met her with a smile “it’s nice to meet you too. lucy’s told me a lot about you.”

before lucy could respond, the bar lady came back over to take her order and as she listed the drinks the group had given her to purchase, she nodded towards the spaniard next to her “and for you? can i get you a drink?”

“just a martini, please. as long as you’re sure?”

lucy nodded, placing the order and grabbed the tray of drinks “im just gunna go and give these to the guys over there and then i’ll be back. unless you want me to go of course.”

“i wouldn’t mind your company” ona smirked to which lucy returned and quickly went to drop off the drinks.

lucy really didn’t know all that much about ona. she’d heard lucy mention her a handful of times and, of course she’d played against her, but other than that she knew little to nothing. something about the younger girl intrigued her tonight though, she hadn’t expected her to come up and start a conversation but she now found herself handing out these drinks faster than ever in order to get right back to her.

“that was fast” the smaller brunette asserted when lucy arrived back at the bar.

“clearly i missed talking to you” lucy shot right back, managing to pull that same blush out of ona that she had earlier.

ona couldn’t contain her shy smile as the two walked over to a booth and sat beside one another. they somehow ended up chatting back and forth, uninterrupted for hours, with them both partaking in a lot of low-key flirting.

“so, you’re playing for barcelona now, right? how’s your spanish coming along?” ona asked, well into their conversation.

“muy buena gracias” the defender replied, clearly proud of herself.

ona met her with a smirk “well, id say im impressed but you’ve been there a while now and i think i’d expect something a little more advanced.”

lucy pondered for a moment, mirroring the smirk “okay then, how about this… te ves hermosa esta noche.”

the younger girls eyes widened all of a sudden, taken aback by the other woman’s boldness, but a huge smile tugging on her lips “do you even know what you just said?”

lucy nodded “i said you look beautiful tonight.”

two weeks had passed since the wedding, and both lucy and ona had exchanged numbers and had been talking ever since. they had just clicked, which was surprising to them both due to the only thing them having in common was football and mutual friends.

lucy was back in barcelona and ona was in manchester, the pair sending each other messages morning, night and even in breaks at training.

it wasn’t like lucy to be on her phone at all during training times, she usually stuck to the rule book like glue. her phone was typically locked away in a locker, removing all temptation and maintaining her full focus on football. however, with messages from a certain manchester united player coming in every second, she kept it firmly by her side.

“oh, lucia, who has got you smiling at your phone like that?” a voice with a broken english accent asked her during lunch.

lucy looked up to see alexia looking at her with a smirk, eyebrows raised.

“no one in particular” the defender shrugged off, her eyes returning to her lit up phone screen where she had just received yet another text message.

“doesn’t have anything to do with a certain one of my international team mates then? possibly going by the name of ona?”

lucy’s head snapped up, her eyes widening and looked at the midfielder in bewilderment.

“us spanish girls talk, you know lucia” alexia grinned, evidently very proud of herself.

the defender was suddenly very intrigued, what had they been discussing? what had ona said about her? she was also very silently excited about the fact that ona had mentioned her to her friends “what did she say?”

alexia chuckled “now, that would be telling.”

lucy rolled her eyes, the hint of a smirk on her lips.

“anyway, before you were too invested in your phone, i was going to ask if you wanted to come to a party im hosting for my girlfriend? i’ve invited most of the girls and a certain someone will also be there.”

“we’re just friends, you know, we met at lucy’s wedding and have just texted a few times since, that’s all” the defender tried to assure the blonde.

alexia couldn’t stop the grin from forming on her lips “mmhm, i never said anything about being more than friends.”

lucy suddenly felt her face turning a deep shade of pink, wanting to change the subject as soon as possible “i’d love to come, thanks for the invite.”

lucy wasn’t quite sure what it was about ona that had her feeling this type of way. she thought she was beautiful, anyone would have to be blind to think otherwise. however, they’d only met once, and yet she still found herself thinking about her all the time, wondering what she was doing, constantly waiting for the next text to come through. it was weird to feel this strangely giddy again at her big age, but she loved it.

the pair continued their constant messaging, with even a few added phone calls, right up until the party. they both had been very focused on their own training, but still managed to make time for their daily chats.

lucy was getting ready with mariona. someone whom she had grown very close to since she joined barça. someone who also was a good friend of onas.

“ahh lucia, you look guapa” mariona smiled at her, as she returned from the bathroom.

lucy was wearing black slacks, with a white tshirt and a beige blazer over the top. one thing she took huge pride in was fashion, and so compliments on her outfits always left her feeling good.

she smiled towards her friend “thanks, and you look great also.”

a message pinged through on her phone and the defender reached for it, not being able to prevent the small smile that tugged on her lips when she saw who it was from.

‘just landed, and very much looking forward to seeing you soon. now, i just hope that your spanish has improved ;) - ona x’

the look on lucy’s face didn’t go a miss by mariona and she couldn’t help but tease the older woman “im guessing you’re very excited for tonight then?”

lucy nodded “yeah, definitely. it’ll be nice to spend time with everyone outside of a football setting and properly meet alexia’s girlfriend.”

“mmhm” the spaniard responded, taking a sip from her drink and not being able to mask the smirk that was staring lucy straight in the face.

“what are you looking at me like that for?” lucy asked confused, completely unaware of the other woman’s knowledge of her friendship with ona.

mariona laughed, handing lucy another drink “oh nothing chica, here have this and then we’ll get going shortly.”

the two women finished off their drinks before hopping into the taxi that took them to the party. it was at alexia’s house, which was already insanely beautiful but somehow even more so with all of the added decorations that had been carefully placed. lucy looked around in awe as she stepped inside, admiring the way the whole place looked.

she made her way over to the makeshift bar that alexia had set up, carefully choosing what she wanted out of the endless options.

“well, it seems that we always end up meeting at bars” a voice, that lucy instantly recognised said.

the defender turned to her side, a wide smile growing on her face when her eyes met onas. the smaller woman looked amazing, her hair flowing past her shoulders and her cream trousers and black top hugging her body in all the right places.

“guess it’s just a blessing that we have so many mutual friends” lucy responded, her smile never faltering. ona returned the smile and pulled the older woman into a hug, her petite frame fitting into lucy’s perfectly.

lucy’s arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders, breathing in her scent “im really happy to see you again.”

the hug lasted a long while, with neither woman really wanting to let go, but as they clocked on to a few suspicious pairs of eyes on them they pulled away and lucy went back to making the drinks “martini, again?”

ona nodded “you remembered?”

the defender handed her the drink, her hand lingering on top of the smaller woman’s for just a moment “you’ve been pretty unforgettable since we met.”

a blush crept along onas face as she grabbed tightly onto lucy’s free hand and pulled her over to a group of their friends. the pair spent the evening chatting to everyone, never once leaving one another’s side. luckily, everyone else was too drunk themselves to make jokes about the twos sudden close friendship, a factor that lucy was grateful for.

ona too, was also very drunk which was unusual as the girl was typically good at managing her alcohol intake. the two were currently sat on one of the many sofas in the house, chatting with alexia, olga, mapi and ingrid. the pair were pressed very close together, with ona slumped against lucy’s side and lucy’s arm wrapped lazily across her shoulders.

“you alright, guapa?” alexia asked ona, looking into the girls eyes and noticing how glassy they looked.

the younger girl nodded, her head lolling to the side and laying on lucy’s shoulder “yep, totally fine.”

as the others resumed their conversation, lucy looked to her side, noticing the change in the younger girls voice “are you sure you’re okay?” she asked, rubbing her shoulder.

ona didn’t respond, and instead her face turned a worrying pale colour which didn’t go unnoticed by lucy, who quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bathroom. as predicted by lucy, ona began throwing up into the toilet as lucy held her hair back and rubbed her back, mumbling comforting words to her.

when the sickness had finally subsided, ona slumped her back against the toilet and put her head in her hands “im so sorry, you must think i’m a total mess.”

“hey, don’t be silly. it happens to us all. are you feeling better now?” lucy asked as she sat beside her on the bathroom floor.

ona nodded, unable to look lucy in the eyes “im just really embarrassed.”

lucy shook her head, a faint smile on her lips “listen, you don’t need to be embarrassed it’s completely fine. as long as you’re feeling better now, that’s all i care about.”

ona smiled up at her and rested her head back on her strong shoulder, just like she had done back on the sofa. she let out a content sigh and felt her heart swell as lucy grasped her hand and began stroking it with her thumb.

“i was thinking…” lucy began, breaking the comfortable silence.

“that sounds dangerous” ona butted in with a laugh, causing lucy to nudge her in the side before carrying on.

“do you want to, i don’t know…maybe, go out sometime? before you go back to manchester.”

ona snapped her head off of her shoulder and looked her dead in the eye “you mean, like a date?”

lucy nodded, the shyness evident on her features “if you want it to be. don’t feel pressured to say yes or anything, i know this is probably really random and you might think i’m completely insane, but i just…”

the smaller girl launched herself into lucy’s lap and wrapped her arms around her shoulders, the widest grin tugging on her lips “i would love nothing more.”

lucy grinned into her shoulder, her arms wrapping around her waist and breathing in onas perfume. the pair remained in that same position before lucy let out a small chuckle.

ona pulled away to look her in the eyes, mirroring the grin “what’s so funny?”

“i just can’t believe i asked you on a date sitting on a bathroom floor.”

lucy was nervous, to say the least. only three days had passed since the party at alexia’s and tonight was the night she was taking ona on the promised date. she wanted it to be special, but she’d just gotten out of a seven year relationship so dating wasn’t something she was used to doing.

she had spent her time over the last few days, desperately searching up the nicest restaurants in barcelona, and when she finally found what she considered the perfect one she didn’t hesitate to book a reservation.

she had messaged ona, who was staying at mapi and ingrids apartment, only a few details as she wanted to keep a majority of her plan a surprise and was now only left with two hours to get ready and meet the younger woman in the designated spot.

the defender found herself digging through her entire wardrobe, internally cringing at how badly she wanted to look good for this date. however, as her desperate searching continued she was interrupted by her phone ringing.

she groaned at the inconvenient interruption, but accepted the facetime call when she saw it was from cupid herself, lucy staniforth.

“im not gunna lie, this isn’t the best time.”

the midfielder widened her eyes in feigned offence “hi lucy, yeah im good thanks. so nice of you to ask.”

lucy sighed, not appreciating the sarcasm dripping from her tone “im sorry, im just a bit stressed. i’ve ummm, got a date tonight and i’m trying to decide what to wear.”

the defenders best friends grin couldn’t be contained after hearing those words and so she couldn’t help but almost scream through the phone “a date?! why am i only hearing of this now? who is she? what’s her name? how did you meet?”

“woah, woah. slow down” lucy smirked, interrupting the girl on the screen.

“just answer my questions!”

lucy took a breath, feeling slightly nervous to explain who it was that she was taking on a date. she knew that lucy wouldn’t mind at all, but it felt a little awkward for her to tell her that it was her ex team mate and one of her very close friends “well, you know her very well. we actually met because of you and she’s spanish.”

the aston villa player narrowed her eyes, trying to piece together the details lucy had given her and as she realised her mouth fell agape and a huge grin plastered itself across her face “not ona?!”

lucy could feel her whole face turn a bright shade of pink and couldn’t hide the small smile tugging on her lips.

“oh my god! i can’t believe that, that’s amazing. i knew you’d hit it off at the wedding, i could instantly tell” the woman practically screamed, overly excited at this information “woah…onas gunna be absolutely over the moon”

the defender narrowed her eyes, confused on the last part “what’d you mean?”

“oh luce, she’s always had the hots for you. i always thought it was so sweet when she’d go all red whenever someone spoke about you, and when she found out we were close she asked me about you all the time and said how great she thought you were.”

“really?” lucy questioned, her smile widening, but quickly fading as she noticed the time “shit. luce, im gunna have to go. i’ll message you later, yeah?”

“have a brilliant time. i expect you to tell me everything though bronze. oh and you’re welcome by the way, for being the matchmaker in this situation” the midfielder winked, before her face disappeared as the facetime ended.

lucy shook her head, smiling to herself and continued her hunt for the perfect outfit.

she was eventually ready, eyeing her chosen clothing up and down a multitude of times before finally biting the bullet and walking out her front door. she made her way towards her regular coffee shop which is where the pair had agreed to meet and waited for ona to arrive.

the defender could barely stand still, picking at her nails in attempts to distract herself and when she finally looked up she saw the girl in question standing no more than two feet in front of her.

“hi” the smaller girl said in a small voice, smiling up at lucy as she approached.

lucy mirrored the smile, her jaw slightly dropping from its hinges as she took in how beautiful the woman in front of her looked “you look incredible.”

she pulled ona in for a hug, and the pair began the short walk to the restaurant lucy had chosen, chatting non stop along the way. it was a very classy, and very expensive restaurant located right on the beach, above the ocean.

as the waiter lead them to their seats in an area that lucy had reserved just for the two of them, placing a bottle of champagne down on the table, ona looked around in disbelief “i don’t even have any words. this is just, so amazing.”

“you like it?” lucy asked, needing all the reassurance in the world.

“it’s like something you see in the movies, it’s perfect” the spaniard smiled, not being able to take her eyes off of the setting around them.

lucy released a breath she hadn’t even realised she’d been holding, and poured them both a glass of the bubbly liquid.

“you know, if someone told me i’d be here right now a few months ago i would’ve laughed in their face” ona revealed.

lucy smirked taking this as an opportunity to tease the younger woman “oh yeah? funny that actually, because a friend of mine earlier, lucy to be exact, was saying how apparently you’ve always fancied me?”

onas face turned the deepest shade of red, her eyes looking anywhere but into lucy’s as she stuttered “i-ummm, have no idea what she’s talking about.”

the defender chuckled, loving the blush she could pull out of the woman across from her and leant across the table to take her hand into her own, stroking it with her thumb “i think it’s cute.”

the pair ate their food and drank endless glasses of champagne, all the while enjoying each others company. when they left the restaurant, neither wanted to leave yet and so they both decided on taking a stroll along the beach.

“i’ve had the most amazing time tonight lucy, thank you” ona said turning to look at the older woman beside her.

“you don’t have to thank me, it’s been my absolute pleasure” lucy replied as their hands brushed against one another.

ona took the opportunity to grasp lucy’s hand and intertwine their fingers, pulling lucy over to a spot rid of people. they sat down next to one another on the sand, onas head resting on lucy’s shoulder.

“lucy might’ve been telling the truth a little bit with what she said, actually” the spaniard mumbled.

“is that right?” lucy smirked, remembering how she had teased the girl beside her earlier.

she felt ona nod into her shoulder, and so she took the chance to turn to face her, lifting her chin to look into her eyes “well, for what it’s worth, i might fancy you a little bit too.”

the younger girls smile widened, her eyes sparkling as she looked into lucy’s “seriously? you’re not just saying that?”

“you don’t really think i just take random girls on dates do you?” lucy smirked “if i didn’t like you like that, i wouldn’t be here like this right now.”

“i just didn’t want to get my hopes up i suppose” ona explained, as lucy placed her hand on her knee and began to trace patterns.

the pair just sat staring at each other for a moment, taking in how the spanish moonlight illuminated both of their faces. ona began to chuckle, overwhelmed by lucy’s intense gaze and nudged her in the arm “what are you looking at me like that for, lucia?”

“just trying to resist from kissing you right now” she replied in a whisper.

the smaller girl felt literal butterflies erupting in her stomach at that, her eyes widening and swallowing deeply. lucy staniforth had been right in what she had told lucy earlier, she really had always thought lucy was so unbelievably attractive and so she couldn’t believe she was here with her like this, right now.

“why would you need to resist?”

lucy smiled, all the confirmation she needed to do what she had wanted to do all night right there. she placed her hand on onas cheek, slowly leaning in and closing the gap between them.

as their lips collided for the first time, they both immediately felt sparks flying. ona placed her hand on the back of lucy’s neck, deepening the kiss and pulling them both impossibly closer to one another. lucy still had her hand resting on her cheek, stroking it with her thumb as they kissed.

the older woman took the opportunity to deepen the kiss even further, their tongues fighting for dominance and eliciting a muffled moan from the spaniard. lucy made a mental note that she wanted to hear that sound over and over again.

when they both eventually had to pull away for air, much to both of their dismay, they looked into each other’s eyes with goofy smiles like giddy school girls. lucy tucked a loose strand of hair behind onas ear “so, does this mean i get to take you on a second date?”

ona wrapped both her arms around the older girls neck, moving her face closer to lucy’s and mumbled into her lips “only if you kiss me like that again.”

they’d spent the rest of the evening in that very same spot on the beach, enjoying one another’s company and a few more passionate kisses. lucy had walked ona back to mapi and ingrids apartment, the pair parting ways with a tight hug and a promise to see each other as soon as it was next possible.

ona had had to fly back to manchester early the next morning, ready to be back in training and had sent lucy a text just before her flight took off.

‘good morning lucia, i just wanted to thank you again for the amazing night last night. i’ve just boarded my flight and i can’t stop thinking about it…i can’t stop thinking about you. i can’t wait to see you again already, i hope it’s not too long

ona xx’

two gruelling weeks of training had passed since that message, two weeks since the two footballers had seen each other in person and two weeks since they had begun missing one another.

lucy had just got in from training, greeted by her favourite little westie at her feet as soon as she had opened the door. the defender went about her usual nightly routine, preparing dinner for her small pup and then herself and settling down on the sofa to eat it with some silly tv show on in the background and a fed narla passed out beside her.

she was usually content in her own little bubble, happy to come home and just relax after socialising all day with her teammates. however, since meeting a certain spanish girl, she craved ona’s presence all the time. that was a factor that was weird to lucy, her and ona really hadn’t known each other long at all, and for someone that struggled to be comfortable around new people, the defender found it odd how much she wanted to talk to her.

little did the older woman know, that ona was feeling the exact same way. she would come home from her long training days and constantly replay the date night the two had shared in her mind over and over again. she found herself checking her phone every other second to see if there were any missed calls or messages from the defender who was consuming her mind.

the two had gotten into a consistent routine of face timing each other. although it definitely wasn’t the same as seeing the other in person, it managed to ease the longing in both of their hearts.

“you seem, i don’t know, on edge” lucy had said during one of their calls.

“on edge?” ona repeated back to her with a furrowed brow, the phrase not quite translating.

“like stressed or worried about something, are you okay?” lucy had noticed there was something off with the younger girl, she kept catching her staring off into space or biting at her nails, her usual happy demeanour seeming unsettled.

ona sighed “i’ve just got a few things on my mind, that’s all. i wouldn’t want to bore you.”

“don’t be silly, talk to me.”

the truth was, the man united player was worried about an upcoming fixture they had against city. she was always anxious playing in the derby, the expectations were sky high and the fans were pretty rowdy to put it lightly.

“it’s the manchester derby tomorrow night, it always just makes me a little nervous.”

lucy met her with a sympathetic look, sensing her nerves through the screen and remembering her own anxiousness towards this particular match when she played for city.

“i remember the feeling, but you’ll do great. you’re amazing and you’ve got nothing to worry about. are your family coming to watch?”

ona shook her head “they can’t make it this time, which just makes it worse. i like knowing i have the support in the crowd, you know.”

this gave lucy such a great idea, she had a few days off after her match against athletico the next day and had originally planned on spending them searching for a new flat. however, what better to do than fly to manchester for a couple of days, to watch onas game and also spend some time with her. the defender wanted to keep it a surprise though, not wanting to get the younger woman’s hopes up just incase something interfered with her plan.

“you’ll have loads of people routing for you, just you wait and see how many shirts with your name on it there’ll be.”

ona responded with a smile, the smile that lucy loved to see and the pair carried on chatting for the rest of the evening before having to get some sleep before they both played the next day.

the next morning, lucy had spent frantically packing some stuff, enough for a long weekend into her suitcase after booking a flight for that afternoon. she then headed off to the johan for a 10am kick off where barça won 5-0 against athletico.

the defender quickly made it back to her flat, taking a shower and then shoving all of her luggage into her car boot. she had no time to rest today whatsoever, and so whilst she was in the car with narla in tow on the way to keira’s apartment she released a huge breath which she hadn’t realise’d she’d been holding.

as she got to her destination, she knocked on the door to the apartment, she met keira with a half smile and breathlessly said “hey. you’re not going to rome this weekend are you?”

“umm no, why? why do you seem so worn out?” the ginger replied, an obviously confused look plastered across her face.

“just wondered if you could have narla for me for the next few days?” she replied, completely forgetting to answer keira’s last question.

“yeah, course that’s fine. where are you going though?”

“just back to manchester for the weekend” the defender said nonchalantly as she handed the small dog over to the girl opposite her.

“why?”

lucy let out a huge huff “god, why so many questions?”

“im just taking an interest” keira said with a huge smirk on her face, knowing her ex was hiding something “are you going to see someone?”

lucy rolled her eyes “bye kei, thanks for having her” to which the midfielder shook her head, letting out a laugh before closing the door and taking narla inside.

the next time the defender took a moment to breathe, she was on the plane on her way to manchester. staring out the window, all she could think about was that she would get to see ona in just a couple of hours, the girl who had been on her mind constantly since the day they met.

once she’d been through security, she took a taxi all the way to the stadium and as the vehicle approached the outside of the etihad she decided to send the man united player a message so that she’d know she had someone there.

‘just wanted to wish you luck for tonight, you’ll be amazing i know you will. i’ll be watching, a lot closer than you think ;)

~luce xx’

ona picked up her phone at the sound of her message tone, her mouth instantly curving up into a smile as she saw who it was from. however, when she read the text and realised what lucy meant she raised her hand to cover her mouth in utter disbelief.

she was here, watching her tonight, and she couldn’t believe it. as she went to type back a reply, marc came into the changing rooms and got all of the girls to line up in the tunnel before she could press send.

lucy was sat in the stands, wearing a dark hoodie and joggers combo, making herself as unrecognisable as possible to crazy fans. she enjoyed watching the match, getting to see her old team mates play left her with a comforting feeling of nostalgia but her eyes were constantly drawn to a certain someone in red. ona was an incredible player, lucy had always known that, but getting to watch her knowing she was just as an incredible person as well made it all the more enjoyable.

the game ended 2-1 to united and although a city fan at heart, the look of pure joy and rid of worry on onas face made the defender melt a little. she knew how nervous she had been for this and to see her smile, even if it was from afar filled her with so much pride. she could see the girl in question looking around the stadium quite a bit, clearly looking for someone and the thought that it was her she was looking for made her just want to see her right this second.

the defender made her way out of the stadium, sending ona a quick text to meet her outside. as she waited for her she was spotted by a few fans, signing autographs and taking photos which she knew would find their way to instagram in less than an hour.

“lucy?” she heard a voice say as all of the fans had departed.

when she turned around and was met with what was now her favourite smile, she couldn’t help but smile widely back “surprise.”

ona took a few steps closer, throwing her arms around the brunettes neck as lucy melted into her embrace “i can’t believe you’re here.”

“i knew how worried you were, and i wanted you to know you had someone there supporting you.”

ona took a deep breath, inhaling the older woman’s scent and mumbled into her neck “thank you.”

as the two pulled apart from their hug, still very much aware of the many football fans that could spot them at any moment lucy asked “i’ve got a few days off and was wondering if i could stay with you? no pressure or anything, i can go stay at my families if-“

the spaniard immediately cut her off with a grin “lucia, of course you’re staying with me. you don’t seriously think i could stay alone at my apartment knowing you’re here do you?”

lucy reciprocated the grin, walking over to onas car and placing her bags into her back seat. as the two got into the car, ona in the drivers seat, she reached for lucy’s hand and intertwined their fingers “i appreciate you coming so much. knowing you were here made me feel so much more at ease and im so grateful.”

lucy turned to look directly in her eyes, lifting her hand up to her lips and delicately placing small kisses across her knuckles “i wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

a blush made it’s way across the younger woman’s face and she couldn’t stop staring at the defender beside her with a huge smile, until lucy said something breaking her out of her trance “shall we get out of here? i don’t want to wait any longer to give you a proper hello” she winked.

with that, ona drove out of the car park and headed to her apartment, lucy’s hand placed on her thigh the entire time.

as they arrived, ona opened the door and the pair walked inside. lucy looked around, taking everything in and admiring the obvious amount of effort ona had put in to get this place looking as amazing as it did.

“this place is so nice” she commented as ona busied herself with making two cups of tea for them both, feeling so content with having the older woman here in her apartment.

with the smaller woman’s back turned, lucy took this as a perfect opportunity to slowly come up behind her and wrap her arms around her waist from behind. ona lay her head back onto her shoulder, smiling up at her as lucy began placing small kisses onto her cheek, cascading her hands up and down her waist.

“i missed you” she whispered into her ear, causing a shiver down onas spine.

the spaniard turned around in her arms, placing her hands on either sides of the defenders cheeks and leant in so she was just inches away from her lips “how much?”

“i could show you, better than i could tell you” she responded, biting her lip and leaning in to close the gap between them.

their lips met in a hungry kiss, both of them deprived of the other and wanting to be impossibly close. ona wrapped her arms around lucy’s neck, pulling her in even further and playing with the baby hairs that had escaped her bun.

lucy gripped her hips even tighter, pushing her backwards until her back hit the kitchen counter and lifting her up on it to stand between her legs. onas legs wrapped around lucy’s waist, and the older woman broke the kiss to leave little nips and kisses across her jawline and down her neck. the pair were interrupted by the sound of kettle finishing brewing and both let out a chuckle as lucy breathlessly said “told you i missed you.”

ona let out a huff of a laugh, jumping down from the counter and pouring the tea into two mugs before adding “but i still missed you more.”

she carried the mugs over to the sofa, placing them down onto the small table in front as lucy sat down beside her. she passed lucy the remote, encouraging her to find something she wanted to watch on tv and rested her head on her chest, her arm draping lazily across her abdomen “i’ve been thinking about this for so long, you know.”

lucy smiled down at her, wrapping her arm across her shoulder and pulling her closer into her side as ona continued “ever since our date i haven’t stopped thinking about you. we’ve never had the chance to be like this yet either, just cuddled up on the sofa together.”

lucy placed a kiss on the side of her head “well i don’t have to be back in barcelona until monday, and i plan on spending every single second with you.”

as the pair finished drinking their tea, wrapped in each others arms with a soap opera on in the background, ona sat up from her position in lucy’s arms.

“im just going to get changed, i’ll be right back” she smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to lucy’s lips.

as ona went to change into some pyjamas, lucy took her own hoodie off, the heating in the younger woman’s apartment having heated her own body up and placed it down beside her, leaving her sitting in her black joggers and a man united shirt she had gotten earlier for the match.

when the smaller woman returned, she stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of the english woman in red, her eyes widening. she stood in the doorway to the living room “a united shirt? i thought you were a city girl?”

“thought i’d switch it up a little, just for today” lucy shrugged as she smirked at the spaniard before her.

she sat up, leaning forward from her position on the sofa and turned her back to ona so that she could see the back of the shirt where it indeed read ‘o.batlle 2.’

the younger woman’s jaw literally dropped as she eyed the shirt, looking lucy in the eyes with a huge smile as she turned back around to face her. she thought lucy was hot all the time, she’d always thought that which was now a known fact thanks to lucy staniforth, however, right now she couldn’t be more attracted to the woman sat on her sofa if she tried.

she took a few big steps towards her, sitting down on her lap and straddling her hips. she looked down at lucy who was smirking up at her, before biting her lip and meeting her in a passionate kiss.

“you are literally everything” ona said between kisses.

lucy woke up that next morning to the sun peeping through the curtains, and the all too familiar feeling of the cold air of manchester hitting her body. she rubbed at her eyes, picking her phone up from the bedside table to check the time which read 9am.

she looked beside her to see ona still sleeping peacefully, wrapped up in the cream white duvet and hair splayed across her pillow. she was wearing one of lucy’s pyjama tops which she had brought with her and some small black sleep shorts and although her face was turned away from the defender, lucy thought she was the most beautiful sight ever.

she couldn’t help but smile to herself whilst staring at the spanish beauty beside her, overwhelmed with how amazing and naturally beautiful she was. placing her phone back down, she slowly wrapped her arm around her waist, taking up her favourite position as ‘big spoon’ and pulled the younger woman in so that her back was pressing against her front. she then began placing delicate kisses across the exposed skin of her shoulders and tracing her fingers along her abdomen.

ona began to stir beneath her, letting out a content sigh as she felt lucy’s lips graze her skin. as she reached up to rub her own eyes, she turned around in the older woman’s embrace, sleepily smiling up at her in the process and snuggled deeper into her. she buried her face in the crook of lucy’s neck, placing lazy kisses on her collar bone as lucy wrapped her arms impossibly tighter around her.

“good morning” lucy croaked out, her voice groggy from sleep “how did you sleep?”

ona mumbled into her neck “good morning, lucia. better than usual actually.”

lucy smirked to herself, running her fingers through the spaniards hair and tucking it behind her ears so that she could see her face clearer. she took a moment to just admire her, memorising every freckle on her face “you are insanely beautiful, you know.”

ona opened her eyes properly, blinking a few times as her eyes adjusted to the morning light. she looked lucy in the eyes, the sweetest smile dancing across her lips and brought her own hand up to rest on the defenders cheek. her thumb began to stroke across the smooth skin there, tracing across the little features on her face “waking up with you is like a dream.”

the two stayed staring at each other for a few minutes, with giddy smiles plastered across their faces and tangled up together under the sheets.

“what’s the plan for today then?” lucy mumbled into her hairline.

ona shrugged, her smile never faltering “anything you want.”

after much discussion, the pair decided on going for a nice lunch together in the city and then treating themselves to a spot of retail therapy afterwards.

they ate some breakfast, got themselves showered and changed and lucy waited in the living room as ona finished doing her hair. she felt so happy right now. coming here and spending her days off in manchester was just what she needed and spending time with ona was easily becoming one of her most favourite things. the defender couldn’t believe how easily they both had fallen into this situation, they’d known each other not long at all and yet were already all the other could think about. she knew her feelings for the younger woman were growing rapidly by the second, every minute she spent with her she could feel herself liking her more and more and for once she didn’t feel terrified. she felt excited, and couldn’t wait to see what was to come with this amazing girl who had been thrown into her life.

lucy was broken out of her trance by the girl who consumed her every thought entering the room. she put on her coat, looking over at lucy with a smile, signalling she was ready to go and lucy happily obliged, standing up from the sofa and reaching a hand out.

ona happily took the offered hand, pulling lucy towards her and leaning up on her tip toes to press a kiss to her lips “ready?”

lucy nodded, squeezing her hand and heading out the door, never once letting go.

as they got into the car and headed off to a sweet cafe that lucy had recommended, ona turned on the radio and it automatically connected to the spanish station she listened to every day. a relatively niche song came on, which the spaniard hummed along to but stopped in her tracks as she heard lucy singing it word for word beside her.

she turned to look at her, a grin plastered across her face as lucy carried on singing quietly “you know this one?”

lucy nodded, meeting her eyes and mirroring the grin “i told you im practically fluent now.”

ona let out a huff of a laugh, peeling her eyes away from the road to look at lucy properly as they came to a red light “i never thought someone speaking my own language would be so attractive to me.”

“gracias guapa” lucy winked, as ona nibbled on her bottom lip and pulled her in for a searing kiss.

lucy melted into the kiss, both of them smiling into it and ona only managed to tear herself away as the light turned green. the older woman placed her hand on her knee for the rest of the journey, continuing to sing along to the spanish tunes.

the pair enjoyed their lunch together, chatting non stop about anything and everything and neither being able to stop smiling throughout the whole ordeal. once they’d eaten their food, they headed into the trafford centre and began looking around the shops. ona dragged lucy into one of her favourite clothing stores, desperately grabbing at everything she wanted to try on and although lucy was much more of a shoe person she enjoyed nothing more than the excitable look on the girls face.

the barcelona player mindlessly scrolled through her instagram as she sat outside the changing rooms on one of the stools whilst ona tried on the clothes she had picked out. her eyes only adverted from the screen as she heard her name being called from behind the curtain “lucy, i need your opinion on this.”

lucy shut off her phone, standing from her seat and walked over to the curtain, stepping behind it and taking in the sight in front of her.

“woah” was all she managed to splutter out as her eyes widened and her jaw hung low.

ona was wearing a tight black top with an open back, revealing the many tattoos that were scattered there paired with matching leather black shorts and she looked nothing short of incredible. after about twenty seconds of simply just staring at her lucy realised she still hadn’t said anything and took to grabbing her waist. she slowly pushed ona back against the wall of the changing room, not being able to take her eyes off of her as the younger woman wrapped her arms around her neck and then had the audacity to ask her “you like it?”

lucy let out a huff of a laugh, leaning in to her lips, mumbling against them “so fucking hot” before smashing their lips together.

lucy literally could not get enough of her, everything the younger woman did made her weak at the knees and crave the feeling of her body against hers. she kissed her with even more passion, her hands coming up to stroke against her hips as she gently slipped her tongue into her mouth.

ona let out a breathy moan, her own hands tangling into the defenders hair as she slid her firm thigh inbetween her legs and gave lucy something to grind her hips on.

the older woman placed her hand on onas chin, tilting her head up and began placing desperate nips to her neck slowly sucking at the sweet spot that she had discovered last night as she rolled her hips into her. lucy’s hot breath against her skin was sending a shiver down onas spine. she was addicted to the older woman already, her smell, her taste, her touch, everything about her drove her crazy and so when they heard voices entering one of the changing rooms next to them she let out a grumbly noise and rolled her eyes once lucy had pulled away.

lucy let out a small laugh at her frustration and whispered a small “later, i promise.”

with her hands still placed on onas hips, she turned them around to face the mirror, her head resting on her shoulder from behind her.

“i really like it by the way. if you couldn’t tell.”

ona let out a giggle and smiled at lucy through the mirror infront of them. the defender placed a delicate kiss to her cheek before exiting the changing room and giving the spaniard some space to get changed again. ona couldn’t help the smile that made its way across her face as she traced her own, now swollen, bottom lip and thought of nothing else but the woman waiting for her behind the curtain. god, she really owed lucy staniforth everything, she thought to herself.

the pair finished their shopping trip, opting to have a small dinner back at onas apartment since they were still relatively full from their big lunch. ona was scrolling through the tv channels, trying to find something to watch whilst lucy took a shower and was startled from her searching as the doorbell went.

she furrowed her eyebrows, not expecting anyone to be coming around and tried to remember if she’d ordered any deliveries that were due. her confusion was soon dissipated as she opened the door and was face to face with her united teammates, ella and alessia.

“hey, ona. we just came to drop these boots in for you that you left at training the other day” ella said, handing her her blue football boots.

“oh, thank you. i completely forgot to pick them up” she responded, smiling at them both.

“me and el are just about to go for some dinner and wondered if you wanted to join us? we’re only going down the road” alessia offered

ona thought for a moment, wondering how she could get herself out of this one “thank you for the offer less, but i-“

and with that, she was interrupted by the sound of footsteps coming from behind her. she turned around and was faced with lucy dressed in a tracksuit with a towel wrapped around her hair. she looked at lucy with wide eyes as the older woman stopped in her tracks, looking her lionesses team mates dead in the eye.

“oh…hey guys” lucy greeted, a hint of awkwardness in her tone.

“what are you doing here?” ella asked her, blatantly very confused at the unexpected cross over that was happening right in front of her eyes.

lucy thought for a moment, coming to stand beside ona and not really knowing what to say “i had a few days off and wanted to watch the derby match and ona kindly said i could stay at her place.”

“i didn’t know you two were close. didn’t you want to stay with demi or something luce?” alessia questioned, her eyebrows raising.

lucy shrugged “well..no..i just- what’s it to you two anyway?”

the two best friends sniggered at each other, finding the two women’s flushed faces and stuttering all too hilarious “oh, nothing. we just came to see if ona wanted to come for dinner with us but clearly she’s a bit busy.”

the duo were now in fits of silent giggles as they wiggled their eyebrows at ona who had gone a very deep shade of red and was rubbing at her temple in attempts to feel less awkward.

“right, well we best be off anyway. we’ll see you at training ona and see you at camp luce” alessia said pulling her best friend along with her who shouted a loud “have fun!” as the blonde dragged her away.

the man united players could be heard giggling like children all the way to their car as ona shut the door behind them. she turned to look at lucy, nibbling on her bottom lip not knowing what her reaction would be “im sorry about them. i didn’t know they were dropping by.”

“don’t be silly, it’s fine. i know what they’re like. i’ve known them long enough” lucy chuckled.

“they’re going to tease us both like crazy now that they know about our ‘friendship’” ona said in air quotes as she came and sat beside lucy on the sofa.

“our friendship huh” lucy smirked.

ona suddenly became very shy, a small smile and crimson blush covering her face “well, i don’t know what you want to call this. it’s obviously way more than just a friendship to me” she said before swallowing deeply “i like you, a lot. like a lot a lot. i know it’s not been that long of knowing each other but it’s how i feel.”

lucy took her hand into her own, intertwining their fingers and moving her position so that she was facing ona “i like you a lot a lot too.”

they both smirked at each other before ona opened her mouth to speak “so we’re friends who like each other a lot then?”

“for now, but i promise you there’s so much more to come” lucy smiled, placing a kiss to her knuckles.

if lucy had it her way she would’ve asked ona to be her girlfriend there and then, but realistically it was still very early days. despite how much they both liked each other, she had not long come out of a seven year relationship and she liked and cared for ona so much that she wanted this to work. she wanted everything she did and said to be meaningful and to make her feel like she was the most special girl in the world, because that’s exactly what she deserved. they also had the world cup coming up very soon and with all focus being on that they most likely wouldn’t get to see one another for about three months.

ona smiled at her, but stiffened a little as she asked lucy “does that mean you’re still open to seeing other people…?” the nervousness evident in her tone.

“no” lucy immediately responded, shaking her head “my eyes, my head, my everything is only with you.”

although she didn’t feel like she should put a label on anything just yet, lucy didn’t want to see or speak to anyone else. she was so certain of that, her heart was purely reserved for ona now.

ona sighed a huge sigh of relief, relieved that she wasn’t interested in dating anyone else “thank god, me too.”

the world cup came around fast. it was like in the blink of an eye the champions league final was over and everyone was back with their international team mates. lucy loved playing for her country, it gave her a buzz she couldn’t experience with any club and she knew she played her best football with the girls she’d grown up with her whole life.

everything was going well for lucy at the moment, she was happy and everyone around her could see it. it was nice to see the woman, whom had a usually solemn expression grinning from ear to ear all the time and enjoying what would hopefully not be her last world cup. england were amazing throughout the whole tournament, they had made it to the final and despite having so much faith in all the girls around her, lucy couldn’t comprehend that she would be playing in a world cup final.

of course her happiness wasn’t just down to england’s success though, it was also due to the spaniard who she’d be playing against in the coming days. everything was going so well between them, they hadn’t seen each other since their weekend in manchester because of their completely hectic schedules and the world cup but that didn’t stop them from speaking at every available opportunity. lucy was constantly glued to her phone when the australian days turned into evenings and the first person to notice was none other than her close friend katie zelem.

herself and katie had been roommates for the first half of the tournament, something lucy had been hugely grateful for as the pair had grown super close in the recent months. it had only taken katie to the night before england’s first match against haiti, where she’d noticed the defender completely ignoring her, to question who she was constantly talking to.

“luce, im not being funny but you literally haven’t put your phone down all evening. don’t you want to chat?”

“sorry, what was that?” she said, barely tearing her eyes away from the screen.

katie rolled her eyes, a slight smirk tugging on her lips “who are you talking to?”

“just a friend.”

the manchester united player, not believing a word, lunged forward onto lucy’s bed and got a good enough glance to see who it was she was messaging before lucy instantly turned the phone away from her.

“ona? no way!” katie squealed, relishing in the deep shade of red lucy had turned.

the defender rolled her eyes “why’d you have to be so nosy for, can’t a girl have her secrets?”

“erm shes my friend i’ll have you find, and i thought there was something weird going on with her recently. ella & less kept teasing her about something as well, god it all makes sense now!”

lucy shook her head, a grin tugging on her lips at how excitable her team mate appeared to be upon hearing this information.

“so, go on then tell me everything. you must be well excited about her joining barça.”

that was another thing that had kept the smile on lucy’s face recently. it had come as a huge shock to her, she never really read about transfer rumours or contract renewals. she just left all of that stuff to the people it concerned, figuring she’d find out when or if she needed to. so, when ona had facetimed her the day before she headed to england camp and told her the news she was shocked, over the moon, and every emotion possible.

they hadn’t had any time to celebrate it of course, but lucy was planning so many things to congratulate her after this was over. they had already spoken about taking a vacation together, celebrating onas return to barça and one of their world cup victories and they both absolutely could not wait.

the three months they had spent apart had proved the absence makes the heart grow fonder theory. lucy had found herself swooning over every picture ona posted on her instagram and couldn’t help but send her cheeky text messages after every story upload.

‘i swear you’re the most beautiful woman on the planet’

whenever her phone pinged, the spaniard would pray it was from lucy and when she read the sweet messages she would send her it made her heart full and crave the english woman’s presence.

‘nothing in comparison to you my love, i miss you so much’

‘as much as i love seeing them, the pictures you post just make me want you even more’

‘just a few more weeks, and i’ll be all yours’

‘all mine? i like the sound of that’

there was still no title on the relationship the two women shared, both of them keeping up the ‘friends that like each other a lot’ term. but they both wanted more, they both acted like they were together and ona even had lucy saved in her phone as ‘my love’ but neither would drop the girlfriend bomb until they were reunited in person and they had both silently agreed on this.

the night before the final, lucy hadn’t facetimed ona. not because she didn’t want to, but she wanted both of their full focus to be on tomorrow and pulling through for their own countries. it would be weird playing against her in such a major game but lucy was prepared to do anything she could to make sure england came out with the win.

she was so ridiculously excited to see ona tomorrow as well, it had literally been over three months since they’d seen one another in the flesh and although it was under strange circumstances it didn’t dampen the excitement she felt one bit.

she was going into the biggest game of her life tomorrow and she planned on giving it her all. a world cup was all she had ever wanted and the fact this dream could come true in less than twelve hours made her feel all kinds of feelings.

just as she was about to turn over for the night, about to get some much needed sleep she heard her phone buzz and checked to see it was from her favourite person.

‘i know we’re not supposed to talk tonight but i couldn’t help myself sending you a good night text. get some rest and don’t stress too much about tomorrow, what will be will be and everyone will be so proud of you no matter what. i know how much this means to you lucia, and i’m so proud of you already. i can’t wait to see you, i don’t know how i’m going to resist you to be honest. good night my love, may the best team win ;)’

the next morning was filled with quick breakfasts and stretches before the england team bus departed to the final stadium in this tournament for the final game. lucy was sat beside jordan, someone whose constant chatter could easily distract her from the anxiety building up in the pit of her stomach.

“excited to see your girl?” jordan asked her.

lucy had told her best friend about ona from the very beginning, jordan had got wind of it from the wedding anyways but she was more than happy to tease lucy about it.

“we’ve been through this, she’s not my girlfriend, but yes i am excited to see her. i’ve missed her a lot.”

jordan scoffed “and don’t i know about it, you’ve been pining over her and talking about her since before we even got to australia.”

lucy rolled her eyes at the dramatics “i have not.”

“and don’t think i don’t see you sending her flirty messages all the time” jordan added, nudging her in the side.

“well maybe you shouldn’t be snooping over my shoulder when i’m talking to someone then” lucy shook her head, secretly grateful for jordan’s teasing taking her mind off of what was about to be the biggest performance of her life.

“im only messing with you, luce. i’m happy for you, it’s nice to see you like this. we’re still on for going away after this though, yeah?”

the two best friends had planned a few days away in ibiza together after the tournament was over. ona, and a couple of the arsenal girls were coming along to before lucy & ona would go off and spend just a day or two alone in menorca. lucy was really looking forward to it and couldn’t wait to just relax and not have the stress of another game to win on her shoulders.

“yeah, course. it’ll be a nice way to end this experience…after we win of course” lucy winked, going back to her music for the remainder of the short journey.

when they arrived at the stadium, all of the girls were overwhelmed by just how many fans were already waiting outside. they hadn’t expected to have half as many lioness fans here as they did and they were so grateful to the amount of people who had traveled across the globe to come and support them.

the girls walked out onto the pitch for their ritual pitch inspection and were surprised to see the spanish team entering the pitch shortly after them. lucy hadn’t expected to be faced with any of them until the beginning of the game and so she had to busy herself with talking to jordan before she let her nerves get the better of her. she wanted to see ona, of course she did, but the younger woman made her feel nervous and gave her huge amounts of butterflies that she hadn’t been prepared for until later on.

as she was mid conversation, lucy felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist and as she turned around she was met with none other than her captain, alexia.

“hola, lucia! it’s been too long.”

lucy smiled at the barcelona captain, giving her a tight hug “i’ve missed you, how’ve you been? congratulations on making the final.”

“congratulations to you too, it’s crazy isn’t it. i can’t believe we’ve made it to the final. it’ll be weird to play against you though, but go easy on us sì?” alexia smirked, giving her club team mate a nudge.

“never. you know i’m in this to win it” lucy replied with a smirk, her eyes suddenly leaving the woman’s infront of her and focusing on a smaller woman slowly approaching behind alexia.

she immediately knew who it was just from the smile that was etched onto her face. lucy had memorised every detail of onas face and so as she came to stand beside alexia, her eyes never leaving lucy’s, lucy’s smile instantly widened.

“fancy seeing you here” was the first thing ona said, her smile never faltering.

lucy couldn’t quite believe she was right in front of her now, she had spent so many months missing the spaniard and now she was just right here and she couldn’t even do any of the things she wanted. if they were in a different situation and not in the middle of a pitch surrounded by their team mates, she would’ve instantaneously wrapped her arms around her, embraced her in a tight hug and kissed her senseless.

but she didn’t, instead she settled with a choked out “hi.”

lucy mentally kicked herself, she was a typical flirt any other day of the week but after not seeing ona for so long and now having to act as though they were simply just mutual friends in front of everyone left her not knowing how to act at all.

alexia clearly got wind of the crazy sexual tension in the air and let out a small cough before excusing herself “im just going to say hi to keira, i’ll see you both in a while.”

as she turned and left, leaving both women standing there staring at each other, lucy opened here mouth to speak “im sorry, that was a shit welcome.”

ona giggled, raising her eyebrow “it’s okay, i didn’t know i made you so nervous.”

lucy shook her head, looking down at her feet with a smirk on her face before mumbling “if all these people weren’t around i would’ve given you a better hello.”

“i don’t think anyone’s going to be suspicious if you just give me a hug” ona replied, stepping closer to her and craving the feeling of lucy’s arms wrapped around her.

the defender looked deep into her eyes, getting lost in the pretty pools of brown and reached to subtly intertwine their hands before pulling her into her chest. ona sighed at the contact, her arms coming up to wrap around lucy’s neck and instantly melting into her. lucy wrapped her own arms around her waist, resting her head on top of onas and breathed in the scent of her shampoo that she had missed so much.

“ive missed you so much” ona whispered into her neck, placing the tiniest and softest kiss there.

lucy felt her body shiver at the feeling, desperately craving more “i’ve missed you more beautiful.”

begrudgingly, they pulled away from each other, not wanting the hug to linger on too long that it made people suspicious. of course there was a handful of their team mates that were aware of the growing connection between the two but there was also the majority that had no idea. keira was one of them, and out of respect and with ona joining barça in the new season, lucy wanted to tell her herself when the time was right.

“god, i can’t wait to kiss you later” lucy whispered just as they’d pulled away.

ona let out a small chuckle, biting down on her own bottom lip “it’s all i can think about, having you all to myself.”

the pair continued their conversation, trying their hardest to concentrate on the game ahead and not get caught up in any more flirting. lucy took the time to go around and speak to all of her barcelona teammates, wishing them luck and having miniature catch ups before they all had to return inside. as sarina summoned her inside, she turned around to get one more look at ona, finding her to already be smiling widely after her before going in to get ready with the rest of the girls.

lucy was feeling motivated as she stepped out onto the pitch, last out as always, never messing up her tradition. the crowd was full of energy and she took in the atmosphere as much as she could before the first whistle blew, this was it. this was the very moment she had dreamt of her whole life and she couldn’t mess this up.

1-0 olga carmona scored in the 29th minute, and although frustrated lucy didn’t let it get to her. england still had time on their side and could equalise if they pushed on hard enough.

penalty for spain, a completely unfair handball from keira made the referees decision to hand out a penalty. lucy desperately tried to argue it, never once leaving keira’s side but it was no use the decision had been made. she worried about how this would affect keira mentally, she had been there in the last world cup and watched the midfielder struggle with ridiculous amounts of hate once the tournament had ended and saw what a negative impact it had on her mental health. she tapped her shoulder mouthing ‘don’t worry’ before taking their positions.

the crowd erupted when mary made the most impressive save that lucy and everyone in the stadium had ever seen. it filled the defender with a tiny bit more hope, but as the minutes ticked on and spain were still dominating with the ball she started to lose all faith.

when the final whistle blew, signalling the end all lucy could do was collapse to the floor and attempt to drown out the loud cheers of the spanish players. she had given it her all, and yet it still wasn’t enough. this had been her biggest dream throughout her whole life and it had been snatched away from her just like that. she layed there with her face in the ground for what felt like forever, feeling the pats to her shoulder from her team mates but not having the physical or mental strength to even speak.

she could hear the small cries of her teammates around her and as she looked up, she saw ona only two feet in front of her. she was looking down at her with a soft expression, one that showed she genuinely cared but all lucy could do was immediately stand up and walk off in the opposite direction.

ona was hurt by the reaction, opening her mouth to call to her but immediately closing it again as lucy walked off into the distance. she understood the pain she was feeling but that didn’t make her feel any less shit about being ignored. she understood that lucy needed space right now, despite wanting to comfort her so she gathered the best thing to do right now was leave her for the time being and go and celebrate with her team.

lucy felt terrible for how she had just acted, it wasn’t onas fault but right now she needed to be alone. she needed for no one to be around her whilst she collected her thoughts and so once the team huddle was over, she opted for heading straight back inside.

“wait, luce” a familiar voice called out to her.

she stopped in her tracks and turned to face keira, who had tear stains all down her cheeks. the ginger stepped towards her and wrapped her in a tight hug, which although lucy didn’t actively engage in it allowed it to happen.

“don’t shut the world out okay, i know this will hurt you more than most but don’t go into yourself. let your loved ones try and make you feel better” she whispered into her ear.

lucy looked at her with a confused expression, did she know about her and ona? she blinked a few times not even being able think about that right now, and whispered a tiny “thanks, kei.”

although their relationship hadn’t worked out, keira was still lucy’s best friend. they had been through so much together and the midfielder still knew her better than most people.

the broken hearted defender decided to take her advice and not completely shut away from everything, she put on one of the lioness puffer coats and made her way to the dug out. placing her head into her hands, she silently sobbed as she took in the days events.

she was there for a good few moments alone, no one daring to go near her, knowing no words would ever be enough to make her feel better. until, she looked up once again and saw ona coming towards her, fiddling with her hands nervously.

“i know you probably don’t want to speak to me and i get it, but please don’t run away from me” she said in a small voice, breaking lucy’s heart just that little bit more.

ona had seen the whole interaction between lucy and keira, it made her feel all kinds of jealous, with the knowledge of the seven long years they had spent together and knowing that keira knew how to comfort lucy in a way that she was yet to discover. however, there was no way she was going to bring that up now, she was glad that lucy had been comforted in some way, even if it was from her ex girlfriend but that wasn’t important right now.

“i can’t imagine what your feeling right now, so i won’t even try but i told you that no matter the outcome everyone would be so proud of you, and they are…i’m so proud of you.”

lucy looked up and met the younger woman’s eyes, her outline blurred by the tears filling her own eyes. ona bent down to kneel infront of her, stroking up and down her legs before lucy muttered out “it’s all my fault. i fucked it up for all of us.”

ona shook her head “no, absolutely not. i won’t let you blame yourself for this. football is a team sport, sometimes you win together and unfortunately sometimes you lose together but this is not on you.”

the defender shook her head as another fresh wave of tears escaped her eyes and silently cascaded down her cheek. it broke onas heart to see her this broken, so she wrapped her arms tightly around her neck and held her tighter than ever as lucy sobbed into her shoulder.

they stayed like this for a long while, neither caring about the cameras constantly coming round to snap pictures of the moment. lucy pulled away for a moment and ona came up from her position kneeling infront of her to sit beside her. she took full advantage of lucy having her coat on her lap and intertwined their hands together underneath it, rubbing her knuckles with her thumb.

lucy sighed, her sobs finally subsiding before she spoke “im sorry. i shouldn’t have acted that way and walked away from you i just couldn’t face the pain of talking about it.”

ona shook her head “don’t apologise, i understand.”

“go celebrate with your team, you deserve it you don’t want to miss out on that moment being sat here with me.”

the spaniard gripped her hand impossibly tighter “im exactly where i want to be right now.”

lucy met her with a genuine smile, wondering how she ever got this lucky to have someone like the woman beside her in her life “im so proud of you too by the way, you were amazing out there, you have been this whole tournament and you deserve this more than anyone.”

ona reciprocated the smile, grateful that lucy seemed to be calming down a little now “gracias mi amor.”

“i just can’t believe it’s all over now” lucy began “all these months of preparing, the years of build up just for it to all be finished with just like that. i don’t know what i’m supposed to focus my energy on now.”

the spaniard decided to try and lighten the mood a little, and with a smirk said “me?”

lucy let out a huff of a laugh, shaking her head but grateful for the way ona could instantly lift her mood.

“im serious, it’s been a long few months without you, im going to need a lot of attention” she added on, her smirk never leaving her lips.

“well there’s definitely something i can do about that, i mean you are a world cup champion after all you deserve only the best” lucy replied.

the two stayed grinning at each other, unable to take their eyes off of one another and lucy was so grateful that ona was here to help her take her mind off of the pain. it would hurt for a while, she knew that and to have come so close will always be something that hurts her yet also brings her so much pride. she was so proud of this team and also so proud of the spaniard beside her and she would make sure she knew that, oh boy would would she make sure she knew that.

the party after the final was something lucy was hugely grateful for. at first, the thought of celebrating englands loss was completely mind blowing to her, she was completely against the idea and couldn’t comprehend how anyone would enjoy that. however, after some convincing from jordan she agreed to attend and was pleasantly surprised on how much it lifted her mood. it took her a good few hours longer than everyone else to accept the result and also realise that second place was damn impressive. as a team, the lionesses had won the euros the previous year and now come second in a world cup and after a stern talking to from sarina, she realised how impressive this was and how proud she was to be a part of this team.

the drinks were flowing and the entire team were on a high, which was a welcome contrast from the tears that were being shed earlier. a majority of the girls’ families were there too, including lucy’s which was another added bonus and after speaking to them for the majority of the night, she then found herself in the corner of the room with jordan. it wasn’t surprising, whenever the pair attended anything together they almost always ended up just chatting amongst themselves and with a lot of alcohol in their system they ended up having one of their classic drunk debriefs.

“you’re okay now though luce, yeah?”

lucy nodded “it’s what i’ve always wanted and it’s undoubtedly going to hurt for a while but like sarina said earlier, second place is still incredible. as a little girl, i never even imagined coming this far in my career so i’m pretty proud right now.”

jordan smiled at her friend, happy that she wasn’t taking this loss as terribly as everyone had expected. she was proud of lucy and although she could talk about the tournament for days, she wanted to change the subject and talk about something a little more lighthearted.

“so, i couldn’t help but notice a certain someone abandoning her own celebrations to look after you” jordan said, her eyebrows wiggling up and down.

“jord, i felt terrible. i kept telling her to go be with the spanish girls but she wouldn’t leave my side” lucy explained, thinking back to her moment with ona in the dug out.

“she obviously cares about you a lot, i’ve seen some of the pictures already and, you know i hate to be mushy but they’re incredibly sweet.”

lucy sighed, a soft smile coming to her lips as she thought back “that’s just her though, she’s incredibly sweet.”

jordan let a huge smirk wipe across her face as she nudged lucy in the side “has lucy bronze gone soft? i never thought id see the day!”

“oh, shut up” she laughed rolling her eyes, and suddenly her tone became slightly more serious as she thought even more “i want to ask her to be my girlfriend.”

lucy watched as jordan produced the widest grin she’d ever seen and began clapping her hands like an excitable school girl “finally! i think it’s long overdue if you ask me, but you should ask her when we go away. spains a romantic place and she’s from there so it’ll be pretty special.”

lucy nodded, thinking of all the ways she could pull this off “im excited for you to finally meet her properly.”

jordan had met ona at the wedding very briefly and also played against her a few times in the wsl but they’d never had a proper introductory meeting. she evidently made lucy so undeniably happy and so the small woman was excited to get to know her properly “im excited too, it’ll be good for us all. she’s stunning as well i don’t know how you managed it” she said with a wink.

lucy rolled her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips “you better not start hitting on her or there’ll be an issue” she said sternly, her phone suddenly getting a ping from a clearly very drunk ona.

‘i hope you’re feeling better, i hate seeing you so upset it breaks my heart. ugh, im at the after party now and all i can think about is you. what have you done to me lucia roberta?!’

the defender chuckled at the message, her heart melting at the prospect of ona thinking about her just as much as she thought of her.

‘you should be enjoying your party, champ! i’m feeling much better now, all thanks to you. you make me feel so many ways i can’t even explain it.’

ona came back to that message by sending a photo of herself at the party, her medal hanging proudly around her neck as she captioned it ‘meet me after the party, at my hotel?’

lucy could’ve drooled at the sight of that picture, the spaniard always looking too good. the after party’s for both teams had been held not even five minutes across the street from one another and so knowing that lucy was so near, yet so far made ona antsy.

‘my god, you look good. gold suits you.’

‘i’ve always preferred bronze.’

the older woman’s jaw literally dropped at that response, her whole body heating up at the effortless flirting that came so naturally to them. it was becoming more and more obvious how deprived and desperate for one another they were and although lucy wanted nothing more than to go and see her, she needed ona to enjoy this once in a lifetime celebration with her team.

‘you’re making me need you so bad. i would love to come and see you, but i want you to enjoy this night with your team mates. i’ll come by tomorrow morning before our flight leaves, promise.’

it took a lot more messages and a lot of convincing to get ona to agree. she was very drunk, deservedly so, and very needy but finally came to the agreement if lucy kept her promise of seeing her tomorrow.

the night went on for both the english and spanish teams way into the early hours of the morning, every player enjoying themselves just that little bit too much.

lucy woke to the australian sun hitting her face for the last time and instantly craved a giant glass of ice cold water. she didn’t feel too rough, considering the 90 minute match she had played and alcohol she had consumed all in the last 24 hours. she would miss these mornings, she would miss the routine she had gotten herself into throughout these long weeks but she was also ready for a break. she needed some time to recharge after how mentally and physically demanding this tournament had been and so the only thing she could think about right now was getting off that plane and landing in spain for a well deserved holiday.

the lionesses’ flight left in a few hours and so they would be heading to the airport in just over an hour, but lucy knew she had a promise to fulfill before that. ona had pleaded and pleaded with her to go and see her last night but lucy had stuck to her word and wanted the younger woman to enjoy her night with her team. however, there was no stopping her now though, she got herself ready and threw on a tracksuit heading towards the spanish team hotel.

she prayed that none of the other players would see her, knowing she’d never get over the embarrassment of being summoned to what very much looked like a ‘booty call.’

she’d had ona send over her room number last night and so as she scanned along the corridors, she finally found the one she was looking for. taking a deep breath, she instantly knocked, she didn’t have much time at all until she had to be packed up and on the bus so she didn’t want to waste a minute.

it took a few minutes for the door to creak open, and lucy was met with the sight of ona stood there in pyjamas, rubbing at her tired eyes. when she clocked that it was lucy standing infront of her, her lips curved up into a smile and in a sleepy voice she said “finally.”

“you going to invite me in then, or what?” lucy asked with a smirk to which ona instantly mirrored as she opened the door wider.

as soon as she shut the door she turned around to see lucy stepping closer into her space, her hands came to rest on either side of onas hips as she whispered into her lips “i’ve missed you more than you can imagine.”

onas eyes flickered shut as she felt lucy slowly push her back up against the door, having her so close again was such an overwhelming yet extremely welcome feeling and she needed more “lucy, please.”

“please what?” lucy smirked, placing a tiny kiss to the underside of her jaw as she watched her squirm against the hard wood door.

“just kiss me or something.”

lucy happily obliged to the demand, smashing their lips together for the first time in months and instantly melting into the contact. she kissed her with as much passion as she could, trying her best to convey how much she had missed her and also how proud she was of her just in a kiss.

ona slipped her tongue into lucy’s mouth, swallowing the deep moan that escaped and began tracing her hands across the strong abs that lined her stomach underneath her top. she allowed both of her hands to roam over the powerful bumps and still couldn’t get over how athletically fit lucy was.

the older woman unattached herself from the spaniards lips, moving to press her mouth against her neck and placing little bites there which she soothed over with her tongue.

“im so proud of you” she whispered into her neck as she continued peppering rough kisses “so, so proud….you were amazing….the worlds champion….spains champion…..my champion.”

that was onas weak spot, whenever lucy referred to her as ‘hers.’ she was also so appreciative of the praise, knowing how hard lucy took the loss made it even more special that the english woman was genuinely so happy and proud of her.

“your champion?” ona mumbled out.

lucy nodded into her neck, whispering into her ear “all mine” before she nipped at her ear lobe.

ona grinned, her head rolling back as she enjoyed the feeling of lucy now pressing her lips to the hollow of her throat. she removed one of her hands from lucy’s toned stomach and intertwined her fingers with hers, trying to pull her over to her double bed. lucy happily followed her lead, pulling the duvet covers over them both as she pressed ona back into the mattress, arms bracketing around her head and holding her weight so that she didn’t squash her.

the smaller woman looked up at her with a look in her eye that screamed pure want and lust, so she took to kissing her deeply as she went about removing her shirt. she stared at the spaniard below her, taking in the beautiful sight of her bare chest and toned stomach, biting on her lip before she dived right in.

“fuck, you’re beautiful” she mumbled as she massaged her right breast in her hand and took her left nipple into her mouth, swirling it with her tongue. the noises ona made beneath her was like music to her ears, unable to contain the grin on her face.

“luce, i need you” she said breathlessly, from underneath her.

lucy placed delicate kisses down the valley of her chest, whispering “you’ve got me, baby.”

“no…like, i need you, right now” she tried again, removing lucy’s hand from off of her breast and placing it onto the top of her pyjama shorts.

the older woman, understanding exactly what she meant grinned into her stomach as she worked her mouth lower and lower down her abdomen, closer to where she wanted her most “well…as i said, anything for you champ.”

she placed a final kiss at the waist band of her shorts, before beginning to pull them down, ever so slowly. she dragged her hands down with them, tracing the woman’s inner thighs as she looked up to meet her eyes, grinning the entire time. as she flung the material somewhere in the midst of the room, she settled herself in between her thighs and began to pepper delicate kisses all the way up and around her thighs.

ona was an absolute mess underneath her, her mind filled with everything lucy and she was so turned on it was practically painful. it was what lucy said next though, which made her want to scream.

“are you sure you want to do this right now? i mean, this hallway is literally full of your team mates” she grinned, taking a nip at her strong thigh.

the spaniard let out a groan, grabbing lucy’s hand and pulling her up and atop of her so that she was eye level with her and said in a breathy voice “lucia, i swear to god. it’s been three months i can’t wait any longer. everyone had their girlfriends and boyfriends with them last night, it’s my turn now.”

lucy couldn’t help but feel her heart warm at onas slight slip up of subtly referring to her as her girlfriend, but she wasn’t going to tease her any more, she wasn’t that mean. she placed another passionate kiss to her lips, before kissing down her stomach again and eventually getting to where she needed to be.

she placed her tongue flat against her before dragging it through her folds, as onas hands came to grip onto her head and tugging at her hair. the spaniard let out a loud breathy moan, one that her teammates could definitely hear through the thin walls of the hotel room but right now she couldn’t bring herself to care.

her back arched off of the bed as lucy’s strong muscle came up to swirl around her sensitive nub, taking it into her mouth and sucking with intent. this only made ona tighten her grip in lucy’s hair, taking full control of where she wanted her to be and gently scratching at her scalp.

“i…i need..” she began to cry out, but lucy knew exactly what she needed before she even had the chance to finish her sentence and so quickly plunged two fingers into her deep heat. the new sensation caused onas mouth to fall agape, and with lucy’s fingers now working in and out of her at a record pace, her mouth continuing its work on her swollen clit the younger woman knew she wouldn’t last long.

and she was right, it wasn’t long at all before her stomach started to tighten and her thighs began to close around lucy’s head. her breathing quickened as she moaned out “luce…im gunna…”

“let go my love, you’re a winner, you deserve this” lucy said as she thrust her fingers into her one more time and increased the pressure of her tongue.

that was all ona needed to push her over the edge, her eyes screwed shut as stars erupted behind her closed eyelids and she bit down onto her own hand, desperately trying to quieten down the moans that were escaping her lips as she came. her chest heaved up and down as she rode out her high and when she let out a deep sigh lucy slowly removed her fingers and mouth, grazing a tiny kiss on her trembling thigh before coming up to lay beside her.

lucy lay on her side, propping her head up with her elbow, facing the girl next to her with a smile on her face. as ona finally managed to open her eyes, she turned her head to face lucy and met her with a shy smile “that was incredible.”

lucy smirked, pulling her into her arms under the duvet and cuddling up with her. ona placed a series of light kisses across her cheek before resting her head on her chest and tangling their legs together “im so happy to be back with you, in your arms.”

“me too, beautiful. the bus will be heading to the airport soon though, so i can’t stay too much longer” lucy replied, cascading her arms up and down onas bare back.

“don’t leave me” ona pouted, feeling so clingy to the older woman after being away from her for too long.

lucy let out a little chuckle, loving the needy side to her “it’s not for long, just three days and we’ll be in ibiza together.”

“it can’t come soon enough, im excited to meet some of your friends properly, and for you to meet my brother” ona said, playing with lucy’s fingers.

lucy smiled down at her, looking deep into her eyes as she suddenly felt overwhelmed with a feeling that could only be described as love “i want to give you everything.”

“lucia, you already do” she began, placing her hand on her face and stroking her cheek lovingly “there’s only one more thing i could possibly want from you but i know it’s to come” she finished with a slight smirk.

lucy knew exactly what she was referring to and wanted that more than anything to. after her conversation with jordan the previous night, she had thought of how she was going to ask ona to be her girlfriend during their trip to spain and as she lay in bed last night she came up with what she thought was the perfect plan and couldn’t wait to put it to use. it wasn’t anything extremely extravagant, lucy never had been the over the top type but it was something meaningful nevertheless and all she could do now was wait for it all to unfold.

stepping off of the plane and being hit with the familiarity of the spanish sun was just what lucy needed. she had spent a whole season playing in spain now, and the country had become like home for her, so returning after a long while in australia filled her with a sense of relief.

she was so excited to be in ibiza for the short week that the world cup finalists had off before the beginning of the new season, and wanted to soak up as much time as she could with jordan before they had to separate for however long again. the aston villa player hadn’t played a single minute throughout the whole tournament, and it left the two best friends fearing her spot on the national team. jordan had always been a rock to lucy, a constant in her life no matter where she played in the world and the thought of not even being able to see her at england camp made the defender feel pretty shit.

jordan was in high spirits though, immediately running around the villa they had rented out to decide what bedroom she wanted to claim. so far, it was just the two of them but they were shortly to be joined by jordan’s ex arsenal team mates katie and caitlin and also ona, her brother and his friend. it was an odd mix of people from an outsiders perspective, but lucy was familiar with katie and caitlin through all of the years jordan had known them and so had grown quite close to them.

“bagsy this room!” jordan shouted, as lucy trailed in after her, somehow being the one left to drag all of the luggage in.

“you’re such a child” lucy shook her head before she thought for a moment, “well, i suppose the least i can do is let you have first dibs. seeing as you’re practically the only single one.”

lucy let out a laugh, jordan giving her the side eye “yeah alright, thanks for reminding me.”

“when are caitlin and katie getting here?” lucy questioned.

jordan checked the time on her phone “their flight gets in any time now. what about ona and her lot?”

“she said she should be here just before lunch time, so a couple of hours i’d imagine.”

the two busied themselves with unpacking as they waited for the others to arrive. jordan had without a doubt picked the best room, but lucy had had second choice and managed to secure the next best one with a sea view. as she looked out at the ocean, she felt a wave of excitement about ona being there soon and also the big question she was going to ask her during the trip.

the whole situation between herself and the spaniard was so unexpected, and she never once imagined finding a connection with someone like she had with ona. it had come as the nicest surprise, she was so happy to have someone to feel excited to see, to cuddle with, to completely adore again.

the arsenal team mates had since arrived and had done nothing but interrogate lucy about herself and ona since their arrival.

“so, you’re dating the world cup champion i hear?” an irish accent asked her.

lucy rolled her eyes with a grin, “god, news travels fast around here…nothings official as of right now, but yeah i am.”

it was caitlin’s turn to pipe up now “jordy filled us in on how you started talking and everything, it’s very sweet. it’s actually nice to see the fans going crazy over you two now and leaving our messy situation alone for a bit” she explained, nudging katie in the side.

as soon as the photos of ona comforting lucy had been released, the fans had gone nothing short of wild. they were both popular players within their own countries and so seeing how intimate the interaction looked had sent many people spiralling. of course the speculation was made even worse through the fact that most fans were still under the impression that lucy and keira were still together, and lucy felt terrible seeing how many times keira had been tagged in the pictures.

she was fairly certain that keira wouldn’t care, but she had wanted to tell her about her and ona in her own time, especially with her joining barça. the defender also worried about ona, not wanting the sudden increase in attention on her personal life to freak her out. lucy was used to it, she had dealt with prying eyes throughout her entire relationship with keira and had grown to just accept that people wanted the ins and outs of her life. however, with ona being that bit younger than her she wanted to protect her from it and made a promise to herself to always check in on her in that aspect.

the lunch was beginning to be prepared, and the sound of the front door opening snapped lucy out of the day dream she had found herself in. the other three girls shared knowing smirks at each other as they watched their friend bolt inside and over to where the commotion of noise was coming from.

when she made it into the hallway, lucy was met with her favourite pair of brown eyes and her lips immediately turned up into a smile. it didn’t matter how many times they reunited, every time felt even more special and she felt more excited to see her each time.

when her eyes met lucy’s, ona immediately dropped her luggage, taking a few long strides until she was directly infront of lucy and jumped up into her arms. the sudden weight took lucy by surprise, but she caught her regardless, both hands gripping below her thighs as ona wrapped her arms around her neck and her legs around her waist.

“missed you, again” lucy said with a grin, feeling like that was all they ever said to each other. she was so excited to have ona with her on a more permanent basis now that the world cup was over and they would now be playing for the same club.

“hopefully that was the last time we’ll have to miss each other for a while” the spaniard replied, leaning her forehead against lucy’s before giving her a sweet kiss.

lucy kissed her back, smiling into it before she remembered onas brother was standing right behind them and they hadn’t even been introduced yet. she quickly pulled them apart, gently placing ona back down to stand beside her before turning to welcome her brother, feeling slightly awkward at the interaction he’d just had to watch take place with his sister.

“im sorry, we haven’t even met properly yet” she began as she introduced herself “im lucy, it’s nice to meet you.”

joan gave her a smirk, before responding “oh trust me, i’ve heard a lot about you. it’s nice to finally meet the girl my sister doesn’t shut up about.”

lucy watched as ona turned a deep shade of red, nudging her brother in the side before muttering “cállate!”

the older woman laughed, grateful to have something to tease ona about later on as they all moved outside to greet one another and wait for the lunch to be finished.

the day was going well. lucy couldn’t be happier and she was getting along with onas brother amazingly. as much as she had been looking forward to this break away so much, she had been slightly nervous to meet joan and his friend, daniel as she knew how close they were to ona and how protective they were of her. however, all of her fears had been put to rest as she spent pretty much the entire afternoon chatting with and getting to know them.

jordan had practically kidnapped ona for the last couple of hours too, being so excited to meet her properly and talking her ear off. the spaniard was overjoyed by jordan’s reaction to her though, as like lucy she had been worried to meet her best friend incase she didn’t think she was good enough or something, but jordan had been nothing but a sweetheart.

joan could see lucy watching his sister and jordan together, with a content smile on her face and it made his heart warm knowing how much she cared for her “she really, really likes you lucy.”

lucy turned her attention away from the two women with wide eyes, and a toothy grin plastered across her face “and i really, really like her. she’s the most amazing girl i’ve ever met.”

joan smiled at that, a glint of cheekiness in his eyes as he said “she’ll kill me if she knows i told you this but, she’s desperate to be your girlfriend she goes on about it all the time.”

“trust me, it’s coming. i was planning on asking her this week actually, in menorca, but obviously keep that to yourself” lucy said with a chuckle.

“don’t you worry, your secrets safe with me” he replied with a smirk, before both himself and daniel excused themselves to unpack their things.

ona had noticed that lucy was finally unoccupied almost immediately and instantly made her way over. the defender looked up from her position laid out on the sun lounger as she noticed something blocking the sun light and her eyes fell on a bikini clad ona, sunglasses covering her eyes and smile resting on her lips. she could’ve drooled at the sight, but as she opened her mouth to speak the younger girl got there first.

“i’ve been waiting to have your full attention” she said with a fake pout.

“trust me, you’ve got my full attention” lucy replied, eyeing her up and down whilst biting on her bottom lip.

ona smirked at the witty response “i hope my brothers not interrogating you too much.”

“nah, not at all it’s nice to get to know him properly he seems absolutely great” lucy assured before she added “now, c’mere you.”

the spaniard didn’t hesitate for a moment before taking lucy’s outstretched hand and climbing onto the sun lounger with her, laying in between her legs with her head laid back on her chest. ona let out a content sigh as lucy wrapped her arms around her, resting her hands on her torso and placing delicate kisses across her shoulder.

lucy started trailing kisses all the way up her neck and as she finally reached her ear she whispered “you look so good, baby.”

“you like the bikini, sí?” ona replied, feeling her whole body turn a deep shade of red.

“like it? i absolutely love it” lucy said, subtly sucking at the sweet spot behind her ear before mumbling “even if i do just want to rip it off you.”

ona let out a small gasp, feeling her whole body shiver with desire and wanting nothing more than lucy’s hands all over her body right now. there was no way they could escape for a few minutes though without at least one person coming to find them, so the smaller woman thought of the next best thing.

she reached down into the small bag that was placed underneath the lounger, out of the direct sunlight, and pulled out a bottle of tanning oil. she handed it to lucy expectedly, not saying a word but donning a wide grin. lucy looked at the bottle that had been placed in her hands and then at ona, slight confusion on her expression before the spaniard leant into her ear.

“we’re not going to be getting any alone time anytime soon…and i miss your touch, my love.”

lucy smirked, recognition now plastered across her face as she nodded, popping open the lid. ona turned her back to her, her eyes closing shut and a content smile on her face. the englishwoman poured a generous amount of oil onto her hands, rubbing them together before placing them onto onas tattooed back. ona couldn’t help but let out a deep sigh as she melted into the contact, the way lucy massaged her back making her feel so light and warm.

lucy’s strong hands continued their movements across her back, and ona could feel herself slipping into an almost sleep like state before she jumped at katie’s booming voice “lunch is ready guys!”

“how was that for you miss?” lucy joked, leaning forward and resting her chin on her shoulder.

“perfect, so so good. you’ve got talented hands, lucia” ona said with a smirk.

lucy checked around them to see that everyone was occupied with plating up their food before she whispered into her ear “i’ll make you feel even better tonight…with my talented hands.”

the spaniard nibbled on her lip, her mind flitting back to the last night the pair had spent together in her hotel room. lucy reached her hand around, placing her hand on her chin and tilting it so their lips could meet in a passionate kiss.

ona kissed her deeply, letting out the quietest moan that sent lucy’s body into overdrive. they almost forget their surroundings, getting lost in each other before another shout, this time from jordan, broke them from their trance “oi, come have some lunch before you end up fucking on the sun loungers.”

both girls turned a deep shade of crimson, ona unable to look her brother in the eye as they went over to get some food that katie had cooked.

their time away as a group had been nothing short of incredible. everyone had gotten along so well and it was so nice to spend time together as friends, rather than footballers for once. the group had spent their time partying, lounging on the beach, watching movies outside together and it had been literally perfect.

lucy and ona had spent the time completely lost in each other. the trip had been fantastic and had solidified their strong feelings for each other even more so than before, and they both could confidently say they were in love. the pair couldn’t be happier and as they now sat in a tapas restaurant in menorca, just the two of them lucy stared deeply into her eyes and couldn’t be more certain of asking the question that had been on her mind for so long.

“what are you looking at me like that for, lucia?” ona shivered under her intense gaze.

lucy let out a small chuckle, placing her fork down as she finished her food “i’ll just never get over how beautiful you are.”

ona smiled, a genuine, happy smile. it didn’t matter how many times lucy told her that, it turned her into a human puddle everytime. meeting lucy had been everything she’d ever dreamt of and more. she’d always had a little crush on her, realistically who wouldn’t? but the defender had turned into her favourite person almost instantly, and she fell in love with her in every way possible. she’d dated many girls before, but not one of them even slightly compared to the woman sat in front of her, no one had ever treated her with as much care as lucy did and no one had ever made her feel so special.

when they finished their food, lucy diverted them in the direction of the beach, hands intertwined as they came to sit on the sand. it mirrored their very first date perfectly, all those months ago in barcelona and they both turned to look at each other with content smiles on their faces.

this was the moment, and lucy knew it. she reached for onas hands, holding them tightly in her own before she took a deep breath and began to speak.

“you look beautiful tonight, you always do and i know i tell you all the time but im just so in awe of you all the time.”

“you are the sweetest, mi amor” ona replied, placing a delicate kiss on her knuckles.

“you’re probably wondering why we’re here at this time of night, especially considering we spend most of our days here at the beach” lucy began with a light chuckle, reaching into her pocket to hand ona a box.

“i wanted to give you this.”

ona looked down at the jewellery box, a wide smile dancing across her face “you’ve already treated me with so much, you didn’t have to get me anything. thank you, so much.”

she slowly opened the red box, lifting up the top to reveal the most beautiful necklace. her hand instantly covered her mouth as she realised exactly what the piece of jewellery was, a cartier love necklace. she looked lucy deep in the eyes, her hand remaining over her slightly open mouth and pleaded for her body to stop shaking.

lucy met her with a smile “you’ve been the most unexpected, yet best surprise to come into my life. i wasn’t looking for any sort of relationship whatsoever but when i first saw you properly at lucy’s wedding, i couldn’t get you out my head. your texts and facetimes were the best parts of my day, and now being with you is my favourite thing in the world.”

she took a deep breath before continuing, “i can’t even put into words how i feel about you to be honest. you’re just incredible in every single way, stunning, funny, kind and i could literally go on forever. i’m so excited to spend more time with you and play together at barça, it makes my heart race at the idea of spending everyday with you and not having to say goodbye after just a couple of days.”

ona had tears in her eyes now, willing for them not to fall as lucy lucy tightened her grip on her hand “i brought you to the beach because, it’s where we had our first date, it’s where i first kissed you and ultimately it’s where i realised just how much i was going to like you. but now, as i look out into the same ocean i did all those months ago…i’ve got a lot more feelings, a lot more memories with you and…so much love for you.”

the spaniard couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down her face now as lucy brought her thumb up to wipe them away “so, i brought you this necklace to symbolise that love because if there’s one thing that im certain of in my life it’s that…i love you, so much and i would love nothing more than for you to be my girlfriend.”

ona desperately wiped at her eyes so that she could look at lucy more clearly, before launching herself into her and forcing her to lay back in the sand. she hovered over her, placing her hand on her cheek and stroking her face before smashing their lips together, mumbling into them “sí! yes! in every language i’ll be your girlfriend. i’ve been waiting for this.”

lucy smiled up at her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before ona spoke again “that was the most beautiful moment. no one has ever made me feel the way you do my love, i love you so much.”

“te amo más.”

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