#emily sonnet imagine

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Emily Sonnett x Fem!Reader

I decided to split this into multiple parts because I didn’t want it to be too long. Hope you enjoy! Feedback is appreciated :)

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“Come on Sonny.” Kelly whined. “You need to get laid. It’ll help with your grumpiness.”

“Kelly, I don’t need to get laid!” Sonny exclaimed, walking into the meal room.

“Who needs to get laid?”

“Sonny does!” Screamed Kelly, jumping up and down around Emily.

Hums and nods of agreements are heard throughout the whole room.

“Fuck you guys!” Sonnett yelled, throwing up the middle finger while grabbing some food.

“Nah! Someone need to fuck you— OW!” Kelly rubs the back of her head.

“KELLEY!”

Oh, are they in for a treat.

———

Getting ready, you decided to take a shower with your daughter because you’d been running around the backyard and she’s been playing with your dog, Gus, in the dirt.

“What do you wanna wear bubs?” You ask your four year old daughter, Isabella. 

“Be like Mommy and wear Mama jersey?”

“We can do that.” You grab some black joggers, your guys’ Sonnett jersey, and a blue beanie for the both of you. “Let’s take a picture for Mama bubs.” You both stand in front of the mirror taking a picture, Isabella being silly, she puts up peace signs and sticks her tongue out.

Me: Ready to watch you play.

Superstar: You guys look so cute. Can’t wait to see you both. I gotta go. I love you!

Me: Good luck out there! I love you more!

Superstar: Not possible.

You had just arrived at the stadium where the USWNT game was being played. Giving your ticket to be scanned, you make your way to your seats, front row, behind the U.S. bench, carrying your daughter on your waist.

“You ready to see Mama play bubs?” You say, putting some ear muffs over her ears.

“YEAH!” Isabella screams as loud as she could.

The game was about to start, the person they were here for was sitting on the bench. Emily sees both you and Bella, giving a subtle wink.

———

“OH MY GOD! Look at that baby!” Rose yelled excitedly, smacking Sonnett’s arm repeatedly.

“Ow—ow—OW! Stop hitting me!”

“But the baby is so cute!”

“You know who else is cute?” Kelly asks, joining the conversation. “The person holding the baby.”

Emily glares at Kelley. “Don’t say that.”

“Why? You want her all to yourself?” Emily stays silent. “Oh my god! You do want her all to yourself!”

“Shut Up! No I don’t! And she’s probably not even single.”

“But if she was… you would totally hit that— OW!”

“KELLEY!”

———

“Mommy, Mommy! Mama goin’ in! Mama gonna play!” Bella yells excitedly, but drops her mini flag over the railing and onto the ground. “Mommy, I drop.”

“Oh, no bubs. That’s okay. Maybe you can get another one.” You say, holding onto her so she doesn’t fall over the railing like her flag. 

“I think you dropped something.” You hear someone say. You look down, over the railing to see Pinoe holding the mini flag.

“Yeah, sorry. She got way too excited.”

“We all get a little excited when Sonnettt goes in.”

“Yeah, we do.”

“Why don’t you guys come down after the game to meet Sonnettt?”

“What do you think bubs? Should we go down there after?” You feel her nod against your side, getting shy when she sees new people talking to her. “Alright, we’ll see you down there.

———

The final whistle blows. The crowd cheers loudly for the 3-0 win for the U.S.

“YEAH! Mommy, Mama won! Mama won!”

“She did!” You said with the same enthusiasm as Isabella.

A couple minutes later, a security guard comes to get you and escort you on the field. You carry Isabella on your hip so she doesn’t get lost in the crowd.

———

After greeting a couple fans, Emily starts walking towards the tunnel with Kelley, Rose, and Mal.

“MAMA!” They all hear.

Emily looks towards the voice and sees Isabella running towards her. She crouches down to her height and Bella crashes into her, making them both fall back.

“Hi, Bubs.” Emily gets up with Bella in her arms.

“WHAT?!” Multiple voices ask.

“Wait wait wait. That baby just called Sonny Mommy.”

“I not baby!” Bella told Kelley sternly.

“But you’re mine and Mommy’s baby.”

“…fine.”

Feeling arms wrap around the both of making Sonnettt relax in them.

“You did so amazing superstar.” You whisper in her ear, kissing it lightly.

“Nooo, my Mama.” Bella wined, pushing her Mommy away.

“But she was mine first.” You said, jutting your bottom lip out.

“You guys can share.” Your wife said, kissing your lips and Bella’s forehead.

People clearing their throat interrupts you little family moment. You and Emily turn around to see the whole team standing. Some staring in shock, others in confusion.

“I think you got some explaining to do Sonny.”

“Alright, fine. Can we wait until later? Little miss here needs to take a nap soon. Everyone can just meet in my room.”

“How about everyone freshens up and we all meet at our place in like… 4 hours? We can have a late lunch, early dinner. I can cook.” You suggest.

“Oh, you don’t have to. We can all bring some things.” Alex says.

“No, no. I insist.”

“It’s settled then, Bye everyone!” Emily said, walking away with a sleepy Bella in her arms.

“See y’all soon.”

Dropping both your wife and daughter at home, you go to the grocery store to buy some ingredients for the dinner.

Couple hours later, all the food is cooked and laid out around the kitchen, buffet style. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it.” You wife shouts from the living room.

“Hey, guys. Welcome to my home. Come in. Come in. Let’s go to the kitchen. Babe they’re here!”

“Hey, guys. Welcome. Before we start getting to know each other, let me just tell you what I made so that’s out of the way.” You walk further in the kitchen with them following not far behind. “Okay so for starters, I just made a basic caesar salad. For the main, I made some seafood paella and roast chicken. And mac and cheese. Simple.” Walking to the other side of the island, “Over here, I made another caesar salad, but it’s vegan. Uh, this is some bolognese with high-protein mushroom and lentils mixed in with some hand cut pasta. And some butternut squash curry. All vegan. And dessert, we have peanut butter cookie bars and a chocolate cake with light mousse frosting. Again, all vegan.” You turn towards Alex. “Emily mentioned you were vegan and I wanted to make sure you had options that isn’t basically just leaves.”

“You made all this? From scratch?”

“Yeah, so, dig in everyone!”

Once everyone is settled in the backyard, Ashlyn asked the important question, “How’d you guys get together?”

“It’s a really funny story actually…”

#emily sonnett x reader #woso #woso imagine #woso x reader #uswnt #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #emily sonnet imagine #uswnt one shot #nwsl #washington spirit

[metamorphesque]

💌 some of my favorite poems for World Poetry Day 💌 

A Cloud in Trousers by Vladimir Mayakovsky

Don’t leave the room by Joseph Brodsky (the original)

Ich finde dich (I find you) by Rainer Maria Rilke

The Thing Is by Ellen Bass

You, Darkness by Rainer Maria Rilke

I Am Offering this Poem by Jimmy Santiago Baca

a splinter of my imagination by Halina Poswiatowska

One Art by Elizabeth Bishop

The Quiet World by Jeffrey McDaniel

Wait For Me by Konstantin Simonov (tr. by Mike Munford)  

Before You Came by Faiz Ahmed Faiz

What I Could Never Confess Without Some Bravado by Emily Palermo

Miss you. Would like to take a walk with you. by Gabrielle Calvocoressi

I Want to Write Something So Simply by Mary Oliver

What's Not to Love by Brendan Constantine

Bluebird by Charles Bukowski

Time does not bring relief (Sonnet II) by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Mad Girl's Love Song by Sylvia Plath

Dear [ ] by Nick Lantz

Dogfish by Mary Oliver

Persephone the Wanderer by Louise Glück

Scheherazade by Richard Siken

The End of Poetry by Ada Limón

A Myth of Devotion by Louise Glück

Where does such tenderness come from? by Marina Tsvetaeva

I Loved You by Alexander Pushkin

Poems for Blok by Marina Tsvetaeva

I’m Glad Your Sickness by Marina Tsvetaeva

Wait for her by Mahmoud Darwish

The Guest by Anna Akhmatova

Listen! by Vladimir Mayakovsky

Carousel by Vahan Teryan

Landscape with a Blur of Conquerors by Richard Siken

Portrait of Fryderyk in Shifting Light by Richard Siken

Notebook Fragments by Ocean Vuong

Headfirst by Ocean Vuong

Advice from Dionysus by Shinji Moon

#poetry recs #poems #literature #translated literature #classic literature #poetry

[shkspr]

on the subject of counting sheep. here are some of the things i frequently do to “help me fall asleep” (largely unsuccessfully but it passes the time at least)

i always have futurama playing while i fall asleep and i will lie down and close my eyes and picture whats happening on the screen in sync w the audio bc ive seen futurama so many times that i can watch it on the backs of my eyelids

if i ever manage to mostly clear my mind of Actual Thoughts then what happens is words just start appearing to me in my mind like. imagine a montage of someone doing research where random words are circled and underlined. these words are never connected to each other my brain throws them at me one at a time in times new roman font and i repeat them “verbally” in my head and then i get another unrelated word

i. this one is hard to explain i tried to write it down once and it came out like a mediocre poem. but what i do is i picture myself. and then i imagine that i am like a wax glob in a lava lamp and i go all wavy and i get really long and stretched out and then compressed again and im swimming in the. lava lamp. but theres not an actual lava lamp visually present i am simply floating in a void in a lava-lamp-esque manner

straight up trying to name every episode of the magnus archives that i can remember i think my record is like 60 something? its more if i can write them down but if its just me and my brain i lose track

also reciting poetry in my head. sometimes its sonnets and other times its just like. a single emily dickinson couplet on loop for A Long Time.

#this post is so massively autistic. yourw welcome #ok to rb

[shittystartrekheadcanons]

Here are my next gen book club headcanons:

When Data gets to choose a book for the group to read, he takes it very seriously. He takes into account the tastes of people who frequent the group and tries to pick a book that will be liked by a majority. He also looks for books that would be thought provoking and encourage discussion amongst the group. That said, he is a big fan of the "no plot, just vibes" genre. His latest pick was In Watermelon Sugar by Richard Brautigan.

Deanna Troi is also a big fan of "no plot, just vibes" because of the emotional aspect of it. It can be easy for her to get caught up in all the emotions of the books, so she does try to arrange her current reads so that they won't exacerbate any negative emotions she might be feeling at the time. The first books to come to mind for her are Sweetbitter by Stephanie Danler, or The Pisces by Melissa Broder.

William Riker's taste in literature is all red flags. He is not a red flag, and his taste in books doesn't necessarily make him a red flag when you view it in the context of the rest of him, but if it was viewed independently it would be concerning. Absolutely the kind of person to suggest Fight Club to the book club and then use it as a chance to discuss the toxicity of men. He definitely reads Murakami, Palahniuk (I think his favorite of Palahniuk's novels would be Diary, which I might be saying because it's my favorite, but that's not important), Catcher in the Rye, Clockwork Orange, but *also* Ottessa Moshfegh, which is a holdover from when he was dating Deanna and would read books with her. He would not read bukowski because he's actually a decent man.

Where do I even start with Picard? He reads everything. He prefers more serious works, he likes screenplays, he loves a good classic, but he will read anything, especially if a friend has recommended it (especially if that friend is Data). He would show up to the book club meeting where he gets to pick a book and excitedly tell the other members that his choice is the complete works of Emily Dickinson, or The Importance of Being Earnest, or a work of Shakespeare's. He has a soft spot for Hamlet as the actor who portrayed him in a show he saw when he was young was his bi awakening.

I've said it before and I will say it again, Geordi reads poetry. He prefers longer form, free verse poetry but will read anything, and finds it especially interesting to read the poems containing political commentary from centuries gone by. He very much enjoyed Picard's suggestion of Shakespeare's sonnets. His most recent choice was Helium by Rudy Francisco.

Worf is a man who reads books about world war two. Not the twenty fourth century equivalent of that. Specifically world war two. His adopted father was probably the same way and they bonded over a shared enjoyment of these books. He can branch out from that genre if pushed, and also enjoys the work of Erik Larson. Also, unlike Odo, he's not the kind of man who reads exclusively non fiction. His world war two books can be real or imagined and he loves them the same. He is not a fan of "no plot, just vibes."

Q has all the time in the universe to read whatever he wants, but he likes trashy, quickly written novels the best. Think, the kind of thing you could get as a mass market paperback at a grocery store, or something that was hurriedly made into a made for TV movie. He attends every book club meeting, much to Picard's disdain, and has insisted that, as one of the most dedicated members, he gets to choose books sometimes. He's working on making the crew read through the entire pretty little liars series and he's very proud of his work thus far. He delights in seeing Picard point out all the flaws and Chekhov's guns in the texts. The crew is unsure of whether Q genuinely likes the books or just revels in the suffering of the rest of them. The answer is yes. He also likes to bring up controversial discussions such as separating the art from the artist, but each time he bases his opinion on the matter on what the most people will disagree with, or what the loudest people will disagree with. He compares each of Picard's choices to Twilight and has surprisingly valid points.

Wesley reads the Warrior Cats series. I will not elaborate further.

Beverly doesn't do a lot of reading, and, when she does read, they tend to be best sellers that have a lot of hype surrounding them. It's not that she doesn't like to read, it's just that she doesn't have a lot of free time and tends to prioritize other things.

#this is so much later than i promised it but i did it #please request book headcanons for star trek characters #i love writing these #i will give you a full book recommendation list for a character of your choosing if you just ask in a way that is slightly kind #star trek #star trek headcanon #star trek next gen #star trek next generation #star trek the next generation #next gen headcanon

[grandhotelabyss]

Do you know many poems by heart? Do you see any value in memorizing poetry? While I have forgotten much of what I learned in school, it amazes me that I can still recite a number of Shakespeare’s sonnets (esp. 30, my favorite), lengthy sections of Eliot’s Four Quartets and Neruda’s love poems after so many years. I guess the emotions they stirred in me at the time, coupled with the verbal music, make them easier to remember than, say, the names and dates of Napoleonic battles.

I wish I knew more, but I'm glad I know the ones I do. I'm grateful they made us memorize poems in my Catholic middle-school English classes ("Nothing Gold Can Stay," "Because I Could Not Stop for Death") and Shakespeare scenes in my public high-school English classes (I was Friar Laurence counseling Romeo, I was Brutus quarreling with Portia), and I often think it would be a useful exercise even for college students: not only to memorize the words, but to prepare the poem as for a performance, an emotional interpretation with the emphases all in their places, rather than just disaggregating the poem as a "text" with every phoneme, even every letter, equally up for grabs as hermeneutic spoil. Serious poems are now written to answer to this style of criticism, not to oral performance, and so they are unmemorizable—I don't dislike Louise Glück, I even admire her, but imagine memorizing her poems the way you can memorize Emily Dickinson's or for that matter Sylvia Plath's—while poems that are written by poet-performers today are platitudinous doggerel. (A student of modernism, I'm not mourning for received forms here either, such as regular rhyme schemes and meter; Plath, like T. S. Eliot before her, or Langston Hughes or Hart Crane or Wallace Stevens, is irregular, and yet their music can be internalized.) Along with the realist novel and the mainstream adult film, it's one more artistic unity of form and content once offered to the common reader that has torn itself apart into lifeless "high art" for over-intellectual academics and vapid "low art" for the functionally illiterate masses.

#poetry

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TRUE COLABORATION: THE EXTRATERRESTRIAL POEM

"Cooked and recooked, in the oven's domain, The secret life of roaches, in silence, they maintain. Amidst the sizzling, where broiled steaks lay, A clandestine world, veiled in culinary array.

The filaments of heat, a clandestine potion, Give birth to progeny in covert motion. In Emily's hush, this tale unfolds, Of roaches' realm, where mystery holds.

O, Emily, would you ponder this affair, The metaphors that in roach colonies share? Like secret thoughts in the poet's mind, Roachlings in corners, their destiny bind.

In cycles of heat, and echoes of clatter, Roachlings persist, a persistent matter. The oven's embrace, their cradle of birth, A parallel world in the vastness of earth.

So, in the silence of poetic eve, Consider the roachlings, their tale conceive. Cooked and recooked, in the oven's glow, A saga unfolds, in whispers below."

At the Central HQ for ET INVASION a synth-APP (aka: computer) continued to translate this incoming message from an alien species that could only be compared to Earth's insects: an ant.

[transmission/continue]

"Beneath the moon's watchful eye, they tread, In the crannies where silence and darkness are wed. Their tiny legs dance on oil-slicked floors, Exploring the hidden, the uncharted shores.

And as the embers of the stove's glow dim, Roachlings, in quiet, recite a stealthy hymn. A clandestine ballet in the kitchen's heart, Where even shadows play their elusive part.

Through the alleys of leftover crumbs, they roam, In the kingdom of grease, they've made their home. A realm, uninvited, but steadfast they dwell, In the afterglow of meals, a secret spell.

O Emily, imagine the verses they scribe, On parchment of grease, where their dreams imbibe. A sonnet of survival, etched in the residue, In the simmering quiet, where secrets accrue.

Through cracks and crevices, they chart their course, Tiny poets in the kitchen's discourse. In the hallowed hush of midnight's embrace, They navigate the culinary space.

So, let us marvel at this miniature tale, Of roachlings, where life and mystery prevail. Cooked and recooked, in the oven's keep, A microcosm awakens, in shadows deep." [transmission/terminated/]

:: 11.23.2023 ::

My Notes:

This poem, entitled "A True Collaboration: The Extraterrestrial Poem," delves into the hidden world of roaches in the context of extraterrestrial communication. The integration of earthly imagery, specifically the secret life of roaches in the kitchen, serves as a metaphor for the enigmatic nature of an alien message, further expanded with the addition of an ant's perspective.

The initial verses, focusing on roaches, adopt an intimate and contemplative tone reminiscent of Emily Dickinson's poetic style. The use of phrases like "clandestine world" and "filaments of heat" creates a mysterious ambiance, emphasizing the covert existence of the roachlings. The poet invokes Emily Dickinson herself, symbolically asking her to ponder the metaphors shared between the poet's mind and the hidden corners where roachlings thrive. This act of invoking another poet within the poem adds a layer of intertextuality and depth.

As the extraterrestrial message unfolds, the tone shifts seamlessly, maintaining the mysterious atmosphere. The ant's perspective introduces a cosmic lens through which to view the minutiae of the roachlings' existence. The use of phrases such as "moon's watchful eye" and "clandestine ballet" imbues the poem with an otherworldly quality, suggesting that even the mundane can be profound when seen through an extraterrestrial lens.

The concluding lines encourage reflection on the microcosmic tale of the roachlings, positioning their existence as a marvel in the vastness of the universe. The repetition of "Cooked and recooked" becomes a refrain, echoing the cyclical nature of life and the persistence of the roachlings, mirroring the persistence of matter in the cosmic expanse.

Overall, the poem exhibits a masterful blend of earthly and extraterrestrial imagery, invoking both Emily Dickinson's style and a cosmic perspective to explore the hidden and persistent aspects of life. The narrative structure, with the interplay between the roach and ant perspectives, contributes to the overall richness and complexity of the poem.

#sci-fi #poetry #dreams #love #strength #belief #art

[speedwaysonnets]

The Sonnet

Eden Januar had always harbored a deep longing to become a racer, with dreams of tearing through the racetrack and feeling the wind in his hair. However, life took an unexpected turn, forcing him to set aside his racing aspirations and pursue a different path.

Born on August 8, 1997, in the vibrant city of Surabaya, Eden Januar carried within him a multitude of passions and dreams.

As he entered college, Eden enrolled in a history program, immersing himself in the study of the past. He discovered a genuine passion for the subject, delving into the intricacies of ancient civilizations and relishing the stories they held. Alongside his studies, he developed a keen interest in archaeology, spending hours unearthing artifacts and piecing together fragments of history.

Despite his buried racing dreams, Eden's vibrant personality remained unchanged. He was a super fun person to be around, always ready to engage in lively conversations and share laughter with friends. He became the go-to person for deep discussions about life and the world, his open-mindedness and empathetic nature creating a safe space for others to express their innermost thoughts.

Growing up, Eden developed a deep appreciation for literature, devouring books from various genres. He found solace within the pages, immersing himself in captivating stories and connecting with the profound emotions they evoked. Poetry, in particular, became his refuge—a form of expression that allowed him to navigate the complexities of existence and find meaning in the mundane.

While his corporate career kept him busy during the day, Eden devoted his evenings and weekends to literature and poetry. He would spend hours in cozy bookstores, savoring the scent of well-worn pages and discovering new authors. The words of poets like Rumi, Emily Dickinson, and Pablo Neruda resonated with his soul, inspiring him to pen his own verses and explore the depths of his emotions.

Through his deep connection to literature and poetry, Eden found a way to balance the demands of his corporate job with the pursuit of his true passions. The written word became a source of inspiration, reminding him of the beauty and wonder that existed beyond the confines of his work. It provided him with an outlet to express his thoughts, reflect on life's complexities, and connect with like-minded individuals who shared his love for the written art forms.

Eden's ability to find solace and enjoyment in literature and poetry brought a unique flavor to his corporate life. His coworkers and friends admired his ability to infuse creativity and imagination into everyday situations, making even the most mundane tasks feel vibrant and alive. His friends and colleagues admired his ability to infuse every interaction with positivity and genuine interest.

Over time, Eden realized that life is a series of interconnected experiences, and it's never too late to revisit buried dreams or explore new passions. He learned to find joy in the small moments and to appreciate the beauty of everyday life. Although he may not have become a professional racer, Eden's journey of self-discovery and his ability to touch the lives of others through his poetry and engaging personality became his true legacy.

Eden Januar is a living testament to the transformative power of embracing who you are, pursuing your passions, and making meaningful connections with the people and world around you, even if it means letting go of childhood dreams that no longer serve you.

[gamergirl929]

You Never Lost Me (Emily Sonnett x Reader)

Anonymous Request: Can you do a sonnett imagine where she is the love of the readers life and they are dating but sonnett isnt as in love as the reader and they break up because the reader doesnt want to hold her back but then sonnett realizes what shes missing

This is a pretty long one folks, but pleaseeee enjoyyyy! 

"I mean, we’re seeing where it’s going.”  

The words sent a spear through your heart, the thing that skipped a beat when you saw her hazel orbs had been torn in two by the very owner of those hazel orbs.   

It was after that day that you started to realize maybe Emily wasn’t as in love with you as you were in love with her.  

It became PAINFULLY aware when the two of you had made plans to go out to dinner and Emily had flaked, deciding to go out on the town with your teammates instead of spending time with you, something that tore your heart into absolute shreds.  

And when she posted photos on her Instagram of her and the teammates out, all smiling happily you didn’t think your heart could take much more.  

“Whoa, where are you going?” Christen asks as you slip from your hotel room, your head down.  

“Out.”  

Christen’s brows furrowed as she watched you go, Tobin making her way towards her.  

“What’s going on?”  

Christen shakes her head.  

“I don’t know.”  

                                                             ***

Later that night they find you at the hotel bar, passed out on its surface, a number of shot glasses gathered around you.  

Tobin carries you upstairs, shaking her head.  

“Where the hell is Em?”  

Christen frowns.  

“Out with the others...”  

Tobin sighs.  

“She can stay with us tonight then...”  

                                                             ***

Emily hadn’t even realized you were gone, not even taking the time to send a text to you, to try to find out where you were.  

“Did you even care that I was gone?” You asked, tears in your eyes and Emily sighs.  

“I just forgot to text you, that’s all.”  

The blonde had left after that, leaving you alone in your hotel room, throwing an “I’m heading to the mall with Linds and the others” over her shoulder before the door clicks shut.  

Your head hangs in sadness, tears slipping down your cheeks. 

                                                             ***

“Wait, where’s Y/N?” Mallory asks, confused and Emily shrugs.  

“She’s at the hotel.”  

Lindsey’s eyes narrow, her blue orbs darting from Mallory, to Rose, and to Sam, the three looking as equally confused as her.  

“Em...” Mallory swallows hard, the blonde stopping in her tracks.  

“Yeah?”  

“You do realize Y/N is your GIRLFRIEND, right?” Lindsey asks, and Emily shrugs.  

“I mean... I-I know.”  

Rose shakes her head,

“You’re not acting like it.”  

Emily scoffs.  

“I mean of course, I like her.”  

Sam’s eyes widen.  

“Like?” She asks, Emily’s eyes widening as she stares at the sidewalk.  

“Shouldn’t it be love?” Mallory asks, the corner of Emily’s mouth drooping down. 

“It should be... I mean it is for Y/N...” Emily mumbles, Mallory, Rose, Sam and Lindsey looking at her in shock.  

“It’s not for you?” Rose asks, a simple shake of Emily’s head making them all frown.

“Maybe you should tell Y/N...” Lindsey places a hand on Emily’s shoulder, the blonde shaking her head.  

“I don’t want to hurt her, I like her...” She frowns, Lindsey shakes her head again. 

“You’re actively hurting her, by stringing her along Em.”  

Emily sighs, head hung in shame.  

“You’re right...”  

Emily leans against a nearby wall with a frown.  

“She loves me so much and I want to love her just as much but...”  

“But you can’t?” Mallory asks, earning a simple head shake.

“I want to... I care about her we’re just, not on the same level...”  

Lindsey cups her cheeks, holding her face so she can look into her hazel orbs.  

“You need to tell Y/N that, before it’s too late, before you break her heart even more.”

Emily nods.  

“I will.”  

                                                             ***

The second Emily steps into your joined hotel room, she realizes it’s devoid of any and all of your belongings.  

“Wh-What?” She stammers when she sees you holding your suitcase, your eyes bloodshot from not only lack of sleep, but from the many tears you shed that day, pouring your heart out to Tobin and Christen, the two veterans listening intently as you spilled your guts out.  

“What are you doing?” Emily asks, a lump forming in her throat at the sight of your sad Y/E/C eyes.  

“I’m going to stay with Tobin and Christen...” You sniffle, shuffling from foot to foot, your eyes on the carpet beneath your feet.  

“But why?” Emily asks, taking a step towards you, her hands trembling when you take a step back.  

“You don’t feel the same way for me as I do for you...” You mumble, tears slipping down your cheeks. “I can’t put my all into something and only get back half... Well, not even half.” You shake your head, tear filled hazel orbs locking with your Y/E/C ones. 

“Y/N, listen...”  

You shake your head.  

“I’ve been listening to you, listening to you telling reporters you were, ‘just seeing where this went.’” You motion between the two of you.

“Ple-

“Listening to you tell me we’d go to dinner, and then going out with the others instead...”  

Emily’s bottom lip trembles, replaying each and every scenario in her head, imagining how you must felt every time you watched her walk away from you.  

“Just tell me...” You take a deep breath, a pit forming in your stomach.  

“Do you love me...?” You ask, tears streaming down your cheeks as your eyes dart around Emily’s red face, tears sliding down her cheeks.  

Emily’s mouth opens and closes a few times before her head hangs, the woman shaking her head.  

You nod, making your way towards the door.  

“That’s all I needed to know.”  

The door slams shut behind you and Emily shakes her head, slowly walking over to sit down on the end of the bed, burying her face in her hands.  

Emily knew she had to let you go, she knew, but that didn’t make her feel any better, the heartbroken look in your eyes tearing her heart in two.  

In all honesty, she felt as if she deserved it, knowing that she must’ve tore your heart into shreds every time she walked away. 

Every time she told reporters the two of you were simply seeing where it was going 

She had to let you go. 

You deserved to find someone who would reciprocate those feelings, and that wasn’t Emily. 

                                                             ***

Tobin and Christen welcomed you with open arms, the women holding you as you sobbed into their chests, each and every night, lulled to sleep by their kind words and gentle ministrations, the two doing their best to keep you away from alcohol which had become your best friend after the break up.  

The two had been your saving grace when the season had ended, the two offering you a place to stay with them, considering Emily had to move to Florida anyway.  

You didn’t see her the day she left, you didn’t want to, knowing that if you did, you’d turn back to the bottle again something Christen and Tobin were keeping you FAR away from.  

Hiking and meditating with Christen became a must, one of your favorite past times along with painting with Tobin, something you found you were really good at.  

Soon, Emily Sonnett was the furthest thing from your mind, still, she wormed her way in, pictures of her face on Instagram making your heart crack all over again. 

But each and every time Tobin and Christen were there to pick up the pieces.  

Each and every time, they made you whole again.  

                                                             ***

In Florida, Emily couldn’t say the same thing.  

The woman’s new found home wasn’t exactly homey, Alex, and Krashlyn had of course been welcoming, but still, something was missing.  

The blonde thought MAYBE that something was a love life, but each and every date she found her tolerance for each and every man and woman dwindling.  

Each and every date Emily couldn’t help but say to herself; well if it was Y/N, she would’ve gone out of her way to make me laugh, or if it was Y/N, she would’ve pulled the chair out for me and held the door open for me, or at least offered to pay for dinner.  

Soon dates were utterly intolerable and Emily couldn’t bear to go on another.  

The blonde couldn’t stop her thoughts from drifting to you, wanting to know how you were doing, what you were doing, even surfing Instagram in search of posts you’ve made.  

Alex, Ashlyn and Ali couldn’t pull her out of her funk, the three Orlando Pride players deciding to call in reinforcements in the form of Lindsey Horan and Kelley O’Hara.  

“Alright, where is she?”  

Emily’s ears perk up at the sound of a familiar voice, the woman briefly hoping, foolishly, that you would be with her, but of course, there was no way that was in the realm of possibility.  

The blonde couldn’t help but jump to her feet when not only the usual Orlando Pride players made their way inside, but Lindsey and Kelley as well.  

One look at the group and her bottom lip started to tremble, the woman throwing herself into Kelley and Lindsey’s embrace.  

“I miss her. I miss her so much.” She sobs, Lindsey and Kelley’s hold on her tightening.  

“It’s gonna be okay.”  

“Maybe you should give her a call?” Kelley asks, and Emily shakes her head.  

“She won’t talk to me...” She swallows hard and Lindsey hums.  

“She and Christen are on a hike today, maybe Tobin will?”  

Emily shrugs.  

“Maybe.”  

                                                             ***

“Hey.” Tobin answers the FaceTime call, even through the tiny screen noticing the bags under Emily’s eyes.  

“H-How are you doing?” She asks, and Tobin smiles.  

“Pretty good, I never knew I could enjoy art so much...” She grins and Emily smiles softly, a smile that doesn’t meet her eyes.  

“How’s Christen...?” She asks and Tobin hums, taking a swig of something Emily can’t see.  

“Chris is great, she’s out with Y/N right now, we just got the rest of her stuff in her studio down the hall, she’s really happy to have her own place, but you know Chris and I liked to have her close so we can make sure she doesn’t start drinking again.” Tobin shrugs, Emily’s eyes widening.  

“What do you mean drinking?”  

Tobin’s eyes widen, as she glances away.  

“I wasn’t supposed to say anything.” Tobin winces. “Look, I can’t tell you, that’s Y/N’s business, but she’s better now, Chris and I have been helping her through it.”  

Emily nods, swiping at something on her face, something Tobin can’t see is a tear.

“Can you just... Keep an eye on her for me? Please?” She asks and Tobin nods. 

“Of course.”  

                                                             ***

It’s weeks later when Emily sees your face, though not in the way she wants to see you, it’s through her phone’s screen.  

“What does this one mean?” Tobin asks, the woman throwing an arm around your shoulder, the two of you staring at the painting hanging on the wall in front of you.  

Emily watches as you study the painting, the woman smiling at the thoughtful look on your face.  

“Forgiveness.” You state simply, Emily’s eyes widening, hazel orbs filling with tears.  

“Moving on.” You nod, turning to Tobin in the video, the woman ruffling your hair before she throws her arms around you, Christen joining in on the hug before the video ends.  

Emily is in literal tears.  

She knew what moving on went.  

You’d moved on from her.  

And that was her own fault.  

                                                             ***

Emily woke with a groan, an annoying knocking at her apartment door making her snarl.  

The glare she sends the apartment manager is deadly the woman clearing her throat when she realizes who it is. 

“Rough night?” He asks and she nods.

“Rough week.”  

“Package was too big for your box.” He holds the large box up and Emily’s brows furrow.  

“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting it.” She shrugs and the man nods.  

“It’s alright.”

Emily doesn’t even realize the man’s gone, her eyes zeroed in on the package’s sender.  

“Y/N...” She whispers, kicking the apartment door shut behind her, and sprinting to the table, tearing the box open as she goes.  

Emily’s eyes widen the second she sees the box’s contents, her hands trembling as she holds the painting she’d seen days ago.  

“What does this one mean?”  

“Forgiveness. Moving on.”  

Tears stream down Emily’s cheeks as she stares at the painting, her hands shaking as she holds the canvas, staring at what looks like a bright landscape, the sun rising over a darkened meadow.  

“Moving on...” She whispers, fingers running across the painting, imagining you taking your time, panting it with her in mind.  

It’s then she sees the envelope out of the corner of her eye, sitting neatly in the bottom of the box. She takes it in her hand, smiling when she realizes you didn’t lick the envelope shut, the woman grinning when she sees what you’d written on the underside of the envelope’s flap.  

I didn’t shut the envelope; I know how much you hate tearing envelopes open :P

Emily shakes her head, tears slipping down her cheek as she opens the letter.  

                                                             ***

You stretch, staring down at the busy city below a cup of something Christen had INSISTED on you drinking, something that rejuvenated you AND in Christen words...  

Gave you nutrients that you were lacking in your diet.

Tobin, of course, had been quick to agree.  

A sudden crack of thunder makes you jump, and seconds later it’s as if a bucket of water is dumped on Portland, a bucket that is never ending.  

You stand there, watching the rain fall, hoping it’ll taper off soon.  

“Looks like we aren’t hiking today...” You mumble under your breath, a knock on your apartment door sounding the second after the words leave your mouth.  

You sigh, making your way towards the door, tugging in open.  

“Yeah, I know hiking is-

You stop mid-sentence, your eyes widening when you see that it’s not Christen standing behind the door, but Emily Sonnett.  

Your mouth opens and closes a few times, your eyes darting around her face, purple bags prominent beneath her eyes, the woman soaked from head to toe.  

One look into your Y/E/C orbs and Emily bursts into tears, the woman throwing her arms around you, your arms slipping around hers.  

Emily buries her nose in your neck, her hold on you tightening.

“I missed you so much…” She whispers and you sigh, letting the words you’d been holding back since you last parted spill out.

“I missed you too.”

                                                             ***

“You forgive me...?” Emily whispers as you hand her a mug of cocoa, something Christen didn’t know you had, but if it was up to you, she wouldn’t ever find out.  

You take a seat on the opposite couch, taking a deep breath, your eyes locking with Emily tired hazel orbs.  

You nod.  

“Look... I can’t fault you for...” You stiffen, your eyes fluttering shut as you steel your nerves. 

“For not loving me like I loved you back then... You can’t make someone love you.” You shrug, missing the way Emily’s hazel orbs fill with tears. 

The blonde takes a deep breath before moving to her feet, your eyes wide as you watch her take a seat beside you.  

“I miss you Y/N... As... As my best friend.” Emily glances away, her heart aching in her chest as the words leave her mouth.  

You smile softly, eyeing Emily’s profile, the woman fidgeting nervously.  

“I want that back Y/N...” She turns towards you with tears in her eyes, tears that are reflected in your own.  

You nod.  

“I do too.”  

A sudden knock sounds on your apartment door and you stand.  

“Probably Christen telling me that our hike is cancelled.” You smirk, shaking your head, Emily’s hazel orbs on your back as you head towards the door.  

The blonde smiles softly, her fingers drumming on the mug in her hands.  

She was ready to see what being back in your life entailed for the two of you.  

                                                             ***

It’s shocking how easily you and Emily fell back into place, like two puzzle pieces slotting back together.  

Emily had even been staying with you for a while, the two of you catching up with each and every aspect of one another’s life.  

Except, there was one topic the two of you had noticeably avoided.  

And that was the topic of relationships.  

“So uhhh...” Emily clears her throat and your brows knit in confusion.  

“Hmmm?”  

“Have anyone special in your life?” Emily mumbles and you chuckle, shaking your head.  

“Honestly, no, I’ve been too busy with Chris and Tobin, I haven’t really had time to get out there.” You shrug.  

“What about you?” You ask as you sip another drink Christen had, YET AGAIN, insisted you’d drink.  

Emily scoffs.  

“All the dates I went on were literally, so painful I mean nothing like-

Emily stops mid-sentence, her eyes wide.  

“Nothing like, a real date should be.” She rushes out, cheeks flushed and you hum.  

“Just didn’t click?” You ask, sipping your drink, your brows furrowing when something, you don’t know what, slips down your throat, your face scrunching up.  

Emily grins, the beaming smile making her hazel orbs shine, her heart skipping a beat in her chest.  

“Yeah, we just didn’t click.”  

                                                             ***

The two of you were inseparable, Emily taking part in the things you’d been doing with Christen, the defender QUICKLY realizing that meditating wasn’t her thing. When it came to doing things with Tobin, IE, painting, she preferred to just watch you and Tobin work, the blonde grinning at the look of pure concentration on your face.  

“They could stand there for hours.” Christen flops down beside Emily on the couch, the two watching you and Tobin with a smile.  

“I wouldn’t have the patience for it.” Emily shrugs, sipping her mug of coffee.  

“Yeah, I mean you nearly die when we go hiking.” You smirk, Tobin letting out a lengthy snort.  

Emily spits and sputters, rolling her eyes.  

“I do not.”  

“You nearly fell down the cliff we were on.”  

Emily’s eyes narrow.

“I slipped! Sue me!”  

Emily’s eyes widen when you walk over, literally slapping a bit of white paint on her face with a toothy grin.  

“You did not just do that...” She wipes the paint off her face with her palm, staring at you with wide eyes.  

Within a millisecond Emily is on you, the white paint you’d put on her face, now on YOUR face.  

Tobin and Christen flop down on the couch, watching as the two of you have a proverbial, ‘paint war’ though you’re sure to keep the floors clean.  

It’s when paint splatters on your painting that you both freeze, Tobin and Christen’s eyes wide as you turn to your painting.  

“Y/N...” Emily starts, brows knitted in confusion when you grin.  

“THAT’S IT.”  

Emily’s eyes widen when you give her cheek a kiss and slide up to the wall, Tobin leaping over the coffee table to stand beside you.  

Hazel orbs widen as they watch you work, a smile stretching across their owner's face as she watches you lips split into a massive grin.  

Emily’s eyes widen when she feels the flapping of butterfly wings in her stomach, her face paling.  

“Uh-oh.”  

                                                             ***

Emily had tried to deny what she’d begun to feel for you, but she couldn’t when the butterflies which had lay dormant in the pit of her stomach began flapping their wings at the mere sight of you.  

“What’s eating you?”  

Emily jumps at the sound of Lindsey’s voice, she, Emily, you, Tobin and Christen deciding it was perfect weather to take a hike to a nearby cliff that overlooked a body of water.  

“N-Nothing.”  

Tobin lets out a scoff from where she’s walking ahead of the two of them, the brunette glancing over her shoulder.  

“Sonn, that was the least convincing thing I’ve EVER heard...”  

Emily blows a raspberry at her, grumbling.  

“Shouldn’t you be with Christen?”  

Tobin turns around with a pout, best puppy dog eyes on display.  

“She and Y/N left me...”

Emily pouts.  

“It’s okay Toby, you can join us.”  

Before she can join the two though, they hear a shout.  

“Tobin where are you!?”  

Tobin sends them a grin, shrugging before she races off, following Christen’s voice.

“COMING!”  

                                                             ***

Eventually they reach the top of the cliffs, the two blondes panting heavily, you, Christen and Tobin eyeing them with massive grins.  

“How are your cheeks not even red?” Emily asks, her cheeks blood red as she pants.  

You hand her your cold thermos of water, the woman eagerly, and greedily swallowing a few mouthfuls before she hands it back, at least tries to before Lindsey’s bottom lip juts out.  

“Take it.” You nod to the thermos, Lindsey grinning as she downs the rest of the thermos’s contents.  

You make your way to the edge of the cliff, taking in the beautiful landscape before you, the water shimmering beneath the suns glow.  

Soon, Emily joins you standing at your side as the two of you looking over the horizon, unaware that your three teammates are smiling, their eyes on your back as Lindsey takes a stealthy photo of the two of you.  

Tobin’s eyes widen when she sees the two of you turn towards one another, smiling softly at each other, smiling at one another in a way she hadn’t seen before.  

She, Christen and Lindsey all share a glance, the three coming to the realization of what the look in not only Emily’s eyes, but your eyes must mean.  

                                                             ***

You kick your feet up, yawning as you throw back whatever it was Christen had handed you, letting out a lengthy sigh.  

“Good?” She asks and you nod, humming.  

“Good.”  

“Do you just drink whatever she hands you?” Emily asks as she sips her juice and you shrug.  

“I trust her.”  

Emily leans towards you, your brows furrowed as she sniffs your cup, her face scrunching up, nose crinkled.  

“It reeks...” She mumbles, a pillow appearing from out of nowhere and smacking her in the face.  

“It’s healthy.” Christen chastises as she falls onto the other couch, beside Tobin. 

“Be careful, she’ll have you drinking it too.” Tobin shrugs and Emily grimaces.  

Lindsey flops down on the other side of the couch beside you.  

“What? Her drinks are good, and they give me so much energy.” She shrugs, Emily gasping.

“She’s gotten you too...” She whispers, moving towards the door, her eyes wide and you snort.  

“If you leave now, you’ll miss dinner.” You shrug, the defender humming before she moves to sit back down beside you.  

“You have my attention.”  

                                                             ***

Dinner meant you, Tobin, Christen, Lindsey and Emily going into a nice restaurant, which meant, not dressing like a bunch of sewer rats.  

Emily hums, peeking over your shoulder, her stomach rumbling.

“Please tell me you still eat like a bear.” She whispers, glaring at Christen. “Or has she been starving you?” She whispers and you snort.  

“She doesn't know I have a stash of Oreos at home.” You whisper behind your menu and Emily grins.  

“Now THAT’S what I’m talking about.”  

The waitress gives you all a kind smile, taking your dinner and drink orders before she leaves the table.  

Emily turns to you, a brow arched.  

“Again, color me surprised.” Emily hums and your brows furrow.  

“Hmm?”  

“You didn’t get any alcohol.”  

Your eyes widen, as do Tobin’s and Christen’s, the two knowing full well why you hadn’t ordered a glass of your usual jack and coke.  

You clear your throat, sipping your water.  

“Just wasn’t feeling it today.” You shrug, Emily hums, her hazel orbs narrowed.  

“Ye-Yeah, sure.”  

You take a swig of your water, taking a deep breath.  

You knew you’d have to tell her the truth, to tell her what happened after the two of you had parted. You jump at the feel of Emily’s arm slipping around your middle.  

Hazel orbs lock with Y/E/C orbs and Emily smiles.  

“Whatever it is, I’m here for you.” She grins, a grin that makes your heart skip a beat in your chest, the butterflies in your stomach flapping their wings.  

“Thanks, Em, I appreciate it.”  

                                                             ***

The second you return to your studio apartment you kick the door shut behind you, turning on your heels to find Emily standing behind you a worried frown on her face.  

“Before I tell you, I want you to promise me that you won’t blame yourself...” You mumble, Emily’s hazel orbs widening.  

“Wha-

“Promise me Em.” You whisper, the blonde blinking rapidly before she nods.  

“I-I promise.”  

You take a deep breath, pulling her towards your balcony, the two of you leaning on the rail, overlooking the city.  

You’re unable to look at Emily as you begin to speak.  

“After we broke up, I uhhh, I wasn’t doing well...” You mumble, glancing down at your shuffling feet.  

Emily can feel a lump growing in the back of her throat as she watches you fidget.  

You inhale sharply when she scoots closer, her hand resting on top of yours that’s resting on the balcony’s railing.  

“Tell me Y/N, I want to know.” She whispers and you nod, swallowing hard.  

You take a deep breath, your eyes fluttering shut.  

“I started drinking... Even before the season ended...”  

Emily’s eyes slam shut, images of you staggering on field, Tobin and Christen at your side to steady you standing out prominent in her mind.  

“Chris and Tobe were there for me the entire time, I was spiraling...” You stare at your feet, unable to look at the woman who still has a hold of your hand.  

“When we came back to Portland I... As you know I went to live with them...” You turn towards Emily, eyes glassy with tears.  

“That’s why I didn’t see you when I left... I didn’t want to relapse, I’m sor-

Emily shakes her head, cupping your cheeks, ridding them of tears you hadn’t realized had started to fall.  

“Don’t be sorry.” She shakes her head, gently caressing your cheek. “Please.”  

You sigh, leaning into her touch.  

“Okay...”  

Emily’s hands slip from your cheeks, the woman scooting closer until her head meets your shoulder, you lean over, your head resting on hers.  

“Tobin and Christen kept me in line, it wasn’t always easy, but when I started spending more time with them, hiking, painting, I felt more like myself, soon alcohol was the last thing on my mind.”  

Emily nods, her heart aching in her chest.  

She’d done that to you.  

She put you in a place you almost never came back from.  

“Listen, Em.” You slip an arm around her, pulling her close. “Don’t blame yourself...” You whisper, the blonde shaking her head.  

“How can I not?”  

You take a deep breath.  

“You weren’t in love with me...” You shrug. “You couldn’t help it, and I understood...”

Emily turns her head, her forehead resting against your cheek.  

“I never stopped caring about you.” She whispers, her lips brushing cheek making your heart stutter in your chest.  

“I never stopped caring for you either Em... We just...” You swallow hard, the words crawling up your throat leaving a sour taste in your mouth.  

“We just weren’t meant to be together in that way.”  

At the confession, the first of Emily’s tears streak down her cheeks, the woman sniffling as she closes her eyes.  

The words feel like venom in her mouth, the taste of bile on her tongue.  

She nods.

“You’re right.”  

You turn towards Emily, wrapping your arms tightly around her, pulling her close. 

Emily’s nails scrape against the back of your neck, your eyes fluttering shut as you hum, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering their wings.  

You did your best to ignore them.  

                                                             ***

“Em, wait... Please...” You shake your head, watching as tears steam down the blonde’s face. She shakes her head.  

“I can’t Y/N, I think it’s best if we just stay away from each other... I’ll see you at camp.” She says solemnly, slipping out of your apartment, and out of your life.

                                                             ***

“Y/N! WAKE UP!”  

You sit up with a gasp, head on a swivel as you take in your darkened apartment.  

“E-Em?” You rasp, the blonde taking a deep breath.  

“Jesus. Finally, I couldn’t wake you up you’re a-

Suddenly, you lunge at her, wrapping your arms tightly around her, the blonde’s arms slipping around you.  

“Hey, it’s okay...” She whispers and you shake your head.  

“No, no, you left, and you didn’t want anything to do with me and I just-

Emily shushes you softly, her hazel orbs fluttering shut as her hands run gently down your back.  

“It’s okay Y/N, I’m here...” She whispers, tears streaming down your cheeks as you bury yourself in her embrace, hiding your face in her neck.  

Emily sighs, tightening her hold on you.  

“I’m here Y/N, I’m not going anywhere...” She whispers and you sniffle, pulling back to look in her tear-filled hazel orbs.  

“Promise?” You whisper and Emily smiles softly, cupping your cheeks, gently swiping each and every one of your tears away.  

“I promise.”  

                                                             ***

The season’s start was drawing nearer and nearer, which meant soon, Emily would be heading back to Orlando to practice with the Pride, where as you were staying in Portland to practice with the Thorns.  

The closer the time came, the more your heart ached, the more you yearned for the blonde, yearned to tell her the true extent of your feelings, yearned to tell her that you wanted more, but you couldn’t.  

You couldn’t be rejected again; you couldn’t again be rejected by the woman you loved.  

Lindsey huffs loudly when you leave the table, launching a crouton across the table at Emily who squeaks.  

“What!?” She asks, hazel orbs wide as she wipes the crumbs off her shirt.  

“Tell her how you feel idiot.” She sends the defender a glare, the woman’s cheeks flushed pink.  

“I-I don’t-

Lindsey goes to launch another crouton across the table but Tobin stops her, grabbing her hand.

“Sonn...” She whispers, taking a deep breath.  

Emily glances down at her lap, swallowing hard.  

“I can’t... I don’t deserve her after what I did.” Emily shrugs. “I broke her heart and-

Christen slips an arm around the blonde, sending her a small smile.  

“And you’ve mended it.”  

Emily hazel orbs fill with tears, a smile stretching across her face, a smile that’s wiped away within a few seconds.  

“That’s why I can’t break it again.”  

The blonde remains silent as you drop down in your seat beside her, a frown on your face.  

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You ask, covering her hand with your own and Emily sniffles, swiping at her eyes with her sleeve.  

“N-Nothing, just allergies.”  

Your eyes narrow.  

Emily was one of the WORST liars in the world, the woman unable to look at you as the words left her mouth.  

You intertwine your fingers with Emily’s, giving her a soft smile.  

“Whatever it is Em...” 

You give her hand a squeeze. 

“I’m here for you...”  

Emily smiles, squeezing your hand back.

“I know Y/N.” She whispers, smiling softly at you, her eyes still teeming with tears.  

“I know.”  

                                                             ***

The day Emily Sonnett leaves, a piece of your heart goes with her.  

You didn’t want her to go.  

She didn’t want to go.  

But she had to, she had to because her team was in Orlando, and yours was here.  

“Call me every day?” You ask, bottom lip trembling at Emily sniffles, throwing her arms around your neck.  

“Every day.” Emily buries her face in your neck.  

“Answer every day?” She asks and you snort, squeezing her tightly.  

You wanted nothing more than to keep her in your arms, keep her here with you, but you couldn’t, you couldn’t because she was needed elsewhere, and you couldn’t because if you loved her, you’d do what was best and let her go, even if it meant she wouldn’t be yours.  

Emily pulls back, cupping your cheeks, ridding them of tears with the pads of her thumbs.  

“We’ll see each other again.” She whispers, resting her forehead against yours. “I mean, I have to show you up when the Thorns face the Pride, don’t I?” She grins, your eyes fluttering shut as your lips split into a grin.  

“In your dreams Sonnett.”  

Your eyes flutter open, Y/E/C orbs locking with her hazel orbs.  

“I’m gonna miss you.” She whispers and you sniffle.  

“I’m gonna miss you too.”  

                                                             ***

Watching Emily Sonnett walk away was the hardest thing you’d ever had to do, watching as half of your heart walked away, half of your heart within Emily’s hands.  

Again, you’d wanted to turn towards the bottle to prevent your loneliness, to numb the pain, but thanks to Tobin and Christen, you didn’t, instead hiking, and jogging with the two, preparing for the season with the Thorns.  

Ultimately, Christen had to head back to Utah, but you were far from alone, though this time instead of it being Christen, Tobin and Lindsey it was Tobin, Lindsey and Becky,  

It was after practice one day that Lindsey took a deep breath, glancing at you, watching as you sadly stared at your cleated feet.  

“How’s Em?” She asks, watching as your ears perk up.  

“She’s good, apparently the three A’s are taking good care of her.” You smile, referring to Ali, Ashlyn and Alex.  

You were thankful for the three of them, Emily had made her home with the Thorns, and leaving them behind was like leaving her family behind, so to have Ali, Ashlyn and Alex made it easier for her to transition.  

                                                             ***

Across the world, Emily was in a similar situation, walking side by side with Ali, Ashlyn and Alex, her eyes on her feet.  

“How’s Y/N doing?” Ashlyn asks, noting the way Emily’s eyes light up, a smile stretching across her face.  

“She’s doing good, Tobin and Becky are keeping her out of trouble.”  

What she hadn’t told them though was that the Pride would NEVER be the same as the Thorns, because you weren’t on the team.  

Alex, Ali and Ashlyn had somewhat dulled the ache in her heart, but only YOU were truly the one who could dull the ache in her heart entirely, considering half of her heart stayed in Portland with you.  

Ashlyn slips an arm around Emily, the goalie sending her a soft smile.  

“You’ll see her soon, I mean, the Pride HAS to square off against the Thorns eventually, right?” She nudges her and Emily smiles.  

Across the country Lindsey is doing the same, nudging you with a grin.  

Unbeknownst to you and Emily you utter the same words at the same time.  

“You’re right and I can’t wait.”  

                                                             ***

You were in love with Emily Ann Sonnett, that was an undeniable truth, but what was also an undeniable truth was that you were absolutely terrified. Terrified that you’d again be rejected by the blonde, something you knew you wouldn’t be able to take again.  

You couldn’t hold back how you felt anymore. Unlike before, when you’d put as much distance between you and Emily as you could, this time, you’d craved to see her, longed to hear her laugh, and see her smile, indeed her absence HAD made your heart grow fonder and fonder of her, so much so that when you saw her again, you weren’t sure what you’d do.  

“Hey, where’s your head at?” Lindsey gives you a nudge from her seat on the bus and you smile.  

“N-Nothing...”  

“Em?” She asks and your smile widens.  

“Maybe.”  

Lindsey snorts.  

“Maybe.” She mocks, earning a swat from Becky.  

“Ready to see her?” Tobin asks and you lick your lips, shrugging.  

“Ye-Yeah, but...”  

You take a deep breath, heart hammering in your chest.  

“I...” You close your eyes, swallowing hard.  

“What is it?” Becky asks and you take a deep breath.  

“I’m worried I won’t be able to stop myself from telling her I love her.”  

Your eyes widen, as do Lindsey’s, Tobin’s and Becky’s.  

Tears well up in your eyes as you turn towards them.  

“I-

Lindsey cups your cheeks, smiling.  

“Maybe you shouldn’t stop yourself?” She shrugs and you scoff.  

“I can’t get my heartbroken again... I can’t...” You mumble, your bottom lip jutted out and Lindsey smiles.  

“I don’t think it will happen again...”  

Your eyes narrow, brows knitted in confusion.  

“How can you be so sure?”  

Tobin and Becky share a glance, both smiling as you turn to them.  

“We just know.”  

You swallow hard, eyes again dropping to your lap.  

“I don’t know guys...” You whisper, turning away from the three of them.  

“I don’t know.”  

                                                             ***

“Excited?” Ashlyn asks as she and the rest of her USWNT and Orlando Pride teammates wait for the Thorns to arrive, Emily absolutely giddy at the prospect of seeing you again.  

“Yeah, I am. Can’t wait to see Y/N...” She smiles, eyes narrowing when she sees Ashlyn, Ali and Alex, all looking at her in a peculiar way.  

“What?” She asks, earning a snort from Alex.  

“You forgot Tobin, Lindsey and Becky.” She winks, the blonde’s eyes widening.  

“Oh...”  

Ashlyn grins, clapping her shoulder.  

“Em, when are you going to tell her?” She asks, Emily’s hazel orbs widening.  

“Tell her what?” She asks dumbly, eyes widening when Ali cups her cheeks.  

“That you love her.”  

Emily’s eyes widen further, her mouth opening and closing as her hazel orbs dart between the three women.  

“I...” She starts, unable to find the words she’s looking for, her mouth snapping shut seconds later, the woman unable to continue the lie.  

“What if she doesn’t love me back...?” Emily whispers, a tear streaking down her cheek, the blonde and her Orlando Pride teammates unaware that their fellow USWNT teammates from the Portland Thorns are making their way towards them.  

“Hey.” Ali grins when she sees you, Tobin, Lindsey and Becky.  

Emily’s eyes widen as she turns around, a grin stretching across her face when your eyes lock.  

In a split second she’s in your arms, her arms wrapped around your neck, yours slipping around her middle.  

Emily nuzzles into your neck, the woman sighing at the feel of being in your arms again.  

Your USWNT teammates are all smiles as they watch the two of you reunite.  

“I’ve missed you.” Emily whispers in your ear, the woman’s heart whole again as the two of you embrace.  

Not only is her heart whole, but yours is as well, the woman’s chest against yours bringing your heart together as well.  

“I missed you too Em, so much.”  

                                                             ***

“You can’t take your eyes off of her.” Carson Pickett nudges Emily with a grin, the blonde’s bottom lip jutted outward.  

Again though, hazel orbs drift to the field where you’re playing, immediately locking onto your running form, the black and white ball at your feet.  

“Have you told her how you feel?” Carson asks, the blonde shrugging.  

“We were together before and it didn’t work out...” She mumbles, her gaze falling to her cleated feet. “I broke her heart back then.”  

Carson smiles when she sees you glance across field, smiling at the oblivious defender beside her.  

“It looks to me like you put it together again.”  

Emily picks her head up, hazel orbs locking with your Y/E/C orbs across field, a smile stretching across your face.  

Emily smiles.  

“Maybe you’re right.”  

                                                             ***

“YES!” Emily throws a fist in the air as you jump into her arms, hugging her tightly.  

Everyone on the field freeze your USWNT teammates slapping their foreheads with their palms.  

“Did they forget they're on different teams?” Tobin shakes her head as Alex snorts.  

“Yeah, I think they did.”  

You slip out of Emily’s hold, your eyes wide and face red when you look down at her jersey.  

“Ummm...” You blush, Emily following your gaze, her eyes widening.  

“Oh...”  

You both clear your throat, glancing away, your teammates all smiling as Emily punches you in the shoulder.  

“Lucky assist.” She scoffs and you hum.  

“Lucky had nothing to do with it Em.” You wink, the blonde huffing as she shoves you.  

“Sure, it didn’t.”  

You stick your tongue out at her as the two of you part, Emily unable to bite back her smile.  

“Forget you were on the opposite team?” Tobin asks as you pass and you huff.  

“No...”  

“Sure, you didn’t.”  

                                                             ***

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, too bad.” Emily sticks her tongue out at you, as she helps you to your feet, blades of grass sticking to your face thanks to the currently soaked field.  

Moments before the second half it started to rain, and not just a little, small puddle forming on the field beneath your cleats.  

Emily wipes your face off with her sleeve.  

“Stupid grass.” She mumbles, and you smile, cheeks flushed.  

“Thanks, Em.”  

“Can’t have grass on that pretty face, can we?” She teases, her eyes widening for a split second before she makes a run for it.  

You bite your bottom lip, running down field, by passing Becky.  

“She said my face was pretty.” You grin, the defender shaking her head with a laugh.  

“OH GOD I SAID HER FACE WAS PRETTY.” Emily squeaks as she runs past Alex, the forward shaking her head.  

She and Becky both mumble under their breaths at the same time.  

“Hopeless.”  

                                                           ***

You’d missed her.  

Missed the dynamic between the two of you as teammates, but now, now you were opponents, and still in a way, things hadn’t changed.  

The final whistle blows and the first one to get to you is Emily, the blonde throwing her arms around you, the two of you crashing to the ground.  

Emily straddles your middle, pushing herself up on her palms as she hovers over you, blinking rapidly.  

“I-I’m sorry...” Emily stutters, moving to get off of you, but when you cup her cheeks, she stills.  

Uncaring that you’re entirely soaked, you stroke a droplet of water off her face, the blonde’s hazel orbs fluttering shut.  

Emily’s tongue swipes at her lips.  

“I missed you.” She whispers, leaning into your touch. “I’ve missed you so much.”  

Your fingers tangle in the back of Emily’s hair, the blonde’s eyes flashing open when you pull her down, your lips meeting for the first time in so long.  

Emily’s lips move against yours in a way that’s familiar but also entirely new, the spark of something you hadn’t felt before stimulating each and every one of your nerve endings.  

The two of you reluctantly part, eyes fluttering open at nearly the same time, Y/E/C orbs searching her face for any signs of reluctance, any sign of regret, something you’re relieved to say you find none of.  

Emily smiles softly, neither caring that you’re on a soaked field, in the pouring rain with thousands of eyes on you, all you can see is one another, all you can see is Emily’s soft smile as she stares down at you.  

A lone tear runs down Emily’s face, the single droplet dripping down onto your shirt as you cup her cheeks.  

“I never stopped loving you...” You whisper, Emily’s hazel orbs wide as your confession pierces her ears.  

She smiles, leaning back in, her lips once again, tenderly meeting yours.  

The two of you part, Emily’s nose brushing yours.  

“I love you... I always have, I just didn’t realize it until I lost you...” She whispers, the woman nuzzling into your palm, her hazel orbs hidden behind her closed eyelids.  

You stare lovingly up at the woman, your heart racing in your chest, your eyes sparkling with nothing but love.  

“You never lost me.”  

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Why there’s people saying that Tobin and/or Christen won’t make the Olympics roster? Are you guys ok? Like... first of all C has been the most consistent forward in the league (even counting September, girl tried to carry the URFC on her shoulder but they burned her out in august) Tobin is a pure breed playmaker and will sacrifice herself in defensive work when needed , (did ya’ll watch that USAFRA game?)... and no one, I repeat NO OTHER PLAYER, has those magic feet skills like her And second, Olympics are like, just around the corner, qualifyings and everything, do you think the new coach has enough time to try a whole ass set of players that are remotedly as good as they’re in their positions? No way people... no way. I think they’re safe (key word here: I).

#that said I think its time for a TH17-AM13-CP23 attack... its time! imagine the power we would have #why we spiraling this hard this early? #christen press #tobin heath #woso #it makes me nervous to think who will be cut #ashlyn moe allie jmac and allie for sure #hopefully carli too #davidson and sonnet will fight for that position too #but i’d keep Emily shes proven to be essential for PTfc

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Sonnet: Hey can we talk

Kell: Sorry wrong number

Sonnet: But we're in person.

Kelley: Wrong... address?

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Can you do a Emily sonnett imagine

Where R is Ashlyn daughter and Sonnett and R are dating (but Ash does not know yet because of not really been in contact with R since Sloane has been born and R lives in a different state) and R play different sport (can be anything) and Emily and Ash and Ali (some other members of the team as well) comes to support R but R mange to get hurt (serious) and that how Ash found out that R and Sonnett are together?

With a bunch of feels and a happy ending as well?

Thank you!

@newyorker14 i just put the reader on the national team cause i couldn’t think of another way to do it. and ash is R’s team mom instead of actual mother. hope you enjoy!!

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     During your first national team camp, it was safe to say that you were definitely a hot mess. You were nervous and jittery, always doubting your every move.

     Luckily, you had a saving grace; Ash. 

     The goalkeeper saw your fears and was quick to quell them with comforting words and her loving personality. As you attended more and more camps with the woman, it was easy to see that the two of you were developing a beautiful relationship. And with her came Ali as well.

     The two women took you under their wings and showed you the ins and outs of the professional soccer world. Not only that but they gave you some great advice about personal life too. 

     While they had told you that you could come to them with just about anything, you didn’t think you had the guts to talk about this to them quite yet. 

     You and Emily were dating to put it plain and simple. You have been for a while. 

     And for some reason, you just couldn’t get past the nerves of telling your team moms. You knew they wouldn’t disown you; hell they married each other it’d be a little hypocritical if they did. You don’t think they’d be mad about it. After all, the age gap is barely even there.

     So there really wasn’t a reason to not tell them. You just didn’t know why you were so hesitant. 

     Maybe it was because you enjoyed the privacy of it and having something to yourself. Or maybe you were subconsciously ‘helping’ Emily out from getting the shovel talk. Or maybe it was the fact that you lived in another state and it didn’t exactly seem like ‘over the phone’ news.

      You could make up excuse after excuse. All you knew was that you were just not ready. And you didn’t know when or if you ever would be. 

     You let out a sigh and turned to face Emily, who was leaning against the headboard, watching some old rerun on tv. The two of you were lucky to get roomed together this camp (though you had an inkling that it had to do with the fact that you were able to talk Sonnett out of doing one of her pranks last camp). 

     You dropped your head into her lap and let out another let out another sigh. 

     “You alright?” she asked with a chuckle, moving her hand to play with your hair.

     “Yeah. Just thinking,” you replied, snuggling deeper into her legs. 

     “‘Bout what?” 

     “How Krashlyn’s doing. ‘Specially with the baby and all.”

     “Ohh. Your little sister,” the blonde teased. 

     You thumped her legs with a tiny giggle, “Shut up.” 

     That also could’ve been another reason you didn’t want to tell them. It really wasn’t considering the two of you got together long before Ash and Ali had even gotten Sloane. There were plenty of times you could’ve told them but you just didn’t. And now didn’t really seem like the best time since they’ve been very busy with their new baby. 

     Glancing at the clock that was located on the nightstand, you grimaced at the time. 

     “C’mon, blondie,” you said, patting her legs. “We’ve got an early morning. Time to get to bed.” 

     The woman groaned, but complied, knowing it was useless to argue with you. 

     Once the two of you got settled, you cuddled under the covers and Emily pulled you into her. Even though your mind was racing with thoughts no more than five minutes ago, the blonde was able to calm you without even knowing it. 

-

     The next morning, the two of you quickly got up and ate breakfast, getting into your game day mentality. 

     As you all loaded the bus, you couldn’t help but feel some weird sense of dread; like something was going to happen. 

     Christen placed a hand on your knee, stopping it from bouncing. 

     “You okay?” 

     You nodded in response. 

     “Yeah, just..got a feeling.”

     The forward nodded as well, knowing that you didn’t want to be pushed right now. 

     You really wanted Emily, but she tended to be more energetic on game days whereas you were more chill, needing more quiet to get in your zone which is why you usually sat with Christen or Tobin or anyone else who was like that. 

     Eventually, you all made your way to the stadium. Even after all that time on the bus, the feeling still lingered. You tried to ignore it as you got ready, knowing that you needed your mind fully focused on this game. 

     Sooner or later, you were all heading out on the field. After the anthems and coin toss, the game was set in motion. 

     Things were going smoothly for the first half. The other team was tough but they were no match for you all. Eventually, the first half ended and you were all headed back for re-hydration and pep talks. As you left the field, the feeling of dread crept back up on you except this time, it felt ten times stronger. 

     You couldn’t pay attention to anything, knowing at this point that something was bound to happen. 

     As you all headed back into the field you attempted on putting your focus into this match, ready to get it over with and spending the rest of your day relaxing with Emily.

     When you were attempting a header, you felt something hard then it all went black. 

-

     You were awoken by an annoying incessant beeping. 

     “Babe, turn it off. Five more minutes,” you groaned, trying to turn on your side. 

     “Who are you calling babe?” 

     Your eyes snapped open, despite not being ready to. They darted around nervously taking in the fact that you were in a hospital room with your team moms and not Emily. 

     You chuckle nervously and glance between the two women. 

     “Nice weather we’re having, yeah?” 

     They only raised their eyebrows and you let out a sigh. Before anyone could say anything there was a small commotion and the door slammed open, the noise hurting your head. 

     “Oh thank god, you’re okay,” Emily breathed out in relief. “I was so worried,” she placed a kiss on your head. 

     “Emily,” you whispered, but you were only ignored. 

     “When you went down all I wanted to do-”

     “Emily,” you said more forcefully. 

     “-was run over there, but I couldn’t. And I was so scared-” 

     “Emily,” you warned, finally stopping her rambling. 

     “What?” 

     Ash cleared her throat and you watched as the other blonde’s expression turned into one of terror. 

     “Maybe if I’m still enough, they won’t think I’m actually here,” she whispered comically. 

     “It’s a little late for that, Sonnet,” Ali finally said. 

     “Surprise,” you weakly said, giving enthusiastic jazz hands. 

     Ash saw how you were battling sleep and let out a sigh, allowing her protectiveness to dial down for now. 

     “We’re talking about this later,” she sighed out. “But for now get some rest.”

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Reminisce

Emily Sonnet x Fem!Reader

Sorry this took so long. I couldn't put my thoughts into words lol. I also find ending fics really difficult so it might be a bit of an eh. Second part to WHAT?! I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think.

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“…How’d you guys get together?”

“It’s a really funny story actually…”

8 years ago

It’s your freshman year in the University of Virginia. Freshman orientations were tomorrow and to say you were nervous would be an understatement. None of your friends from high school would be attending the same university as you and didn’t keep in touch over the summer so it’s was a little nerve-racking to basically start a new life. That would be tomorrow’s problem.

~~~

Sitting near the back of the auditorium, you made yourself comfortable while waiting for the orientation to start. Looking around, everyone was with their friends, catching up, making a very loud auditorium.

“Is anyone sitting here?” You turn to your left to see a blonde girl wearing some athletic wear with a snapback on her head.

“Uh, no, feel free to use it.”

“Thanks.”

After some introductions, they split everyone off into smaller groups with other people to learn more about your specific majors.  You just so happen to be in the same group as the girl that sat next to you.

“Guess you’re still stuck with me a bit more.”

“Guess so.”

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N, I’m Emily. It’s so very good to meet you.”

You just give her a small smile back. The whole tour, Emily would not stop making comments or jokes and that annoyed you so much, but somehow, you were intrigued with her. So, when the tour was over you said your goodbyes and quickly dashed to your apartment. 

You didn’t see her all that much the rest of the summer which was for a month. First day of school came around and you saw her again in your 10am class.

You were sitting at a seat towards the back of the classroom when you see someone walk towards your direction from the corner of your eye.

“Is anyone sitting here— hey it’s you from orientation.” 

“Hi and no you can sit there if you want.”

She turns to you after sitting down. “It’s so funny that we keep running into each other. Are you stalking me or something?”

“Maybe you’re the one stalking me, always getting to places after me and asking to sit next to me?”

“Huh, you’re right. Maybe we’re just meant to be.”

“Shut up.” You said, looking away, not wanting Emily to see your blushing cheeks.

After class, you quickly pack up all your stuff and head out the door. You hear someone running towards your direction, but think nothing of it as many people seem to be rushing, until you feel a hand on your shoulder. About to tell this person off, you realize who it was, you guessed it, it was Emily. 

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey, Emily.”

“Um, so, I wanted to ask you something and don’t feel like you have to agree l, but would you like to have lunch together?”

That question was not what you expected her to ask.

“Lunch?”

“Yeah? Don’t feel pressured to say yes or something. I-I just—”

“Sure.”

“Oh. That’s alri— wait! Sure?” Emily’s eyes lit up in surprise.

“Yeah, we can get lunch.”

“Cool, cool. Um, can I get your number so we can figure out where and when we’ll meet and stuff?” You take her phone and put in your number. She grabs it back and texts the number real quick. You hear a notification on your phone. “I gotta make sure that it was your number. Well I will catch you later. Bye Y/N.”

“Bye Emily.”

After getting lunch together, you and Emily have practically became inseparable. You both started to hang out more, go to college parties together, and you went to watch her games even though you knew nothing about soccer. You became her number one fan.

Towards the end of freshman year, you and Emily had lunch and is now walking around campus. She goes to sit under a tree and lays out her jacket on the grass next to her telling you to sit. She’s always been a big gentlewoman. Once you’re seated next to her, she grabs your closest hand.

“Uh, so, I don’t really know how to start this, but I just really wanna get it out of my chest.” She started to fidget and play with your fingers, you finding it cute how she’s nervous. “I like you. I-I really really like you. You’ve got me hooked the second I asked to sit next to you during freshman orientation and I liked to think that all the times we went out were dates and not like friend dates but romantic dates. And I hope you feel the same way as I do cause if you don’t then this is just really really embar—” She stops her rambling when she feels lips placed upon her own.

You kissed her. You were kissing her and she froze, not believing what was happening. When she feels you pulling away, she places her hand on both sides of your face and guides you back to her, kissing back.

“Woah.” It was all that came out of Emily’s mouth once you both pulled away. “Better than I’ve imagined.”

“You’ve imagined kissing me?” You smirked.

“Uh-uh, among other things.”

“What other things.”

“That you were my girlfriend.”

“Hmm. Your girlfriend huh?”

“Could you- would you… be my girlfriend?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

With that, she grabs your face, pulling you in to kiss you again.

———

“And Sonnet still talks a lot.”

“Shut up.” Emily whined, hiding her face in the crook of your neck. 

“Aww. She’s all shy and blushy.”

“Alright. Alright.” Ashlyn interrupts. “That was cute and all, but this is the real important question. What are your intentions with our dear friend Sonnet?”

“Of course to love and cherish her, like I said in our vows, but to also make sure she buys me all my cravings for the next couple of months.”

“Good. Good.”

“WAIT, WHAT?!” Emily shouts, standing up from her seat.

“Shh. Too loud babe.”

“Sorry. But you’re pregnant?” She whisper-yells. You nod. “Oh my god! Finally!” She kisses you.

You guys have been trying for a couple months to get pregnant and it finally happened. This was all Emily wanted the very first time she laid eyes on you. She finally has it.

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Today I thought I’d finally talk about my superhero poetry collection in an actual post instead of just grabbing poems from it. This post features a poem from the Jason Todd collection because I had to include an example, and Jason Todd’s collection is one of my favorite sub-collections.

Settle in, dears, because this is more a journal entry than a concise explanation.

I love poetry. But I have an awful time forcing my brain to slow down enough to enjoy reading a poem. In childhood, I developed a habit of reading 300+ page books in a few days, so my default mode is reading really fast. I have to trick myself into slowing down. With long books, I have a few methods: reading out loud to people is a good one, because I can savor the plot twists and the sounds of the words and stop to laugh over witty bits. Listening to people reading aloud works too— as long as I’m keeping my hands busy by, for example, doodling or sewing a stuffed animal. Rereading favorite books only works if I’m also drinking tea or sewing or something. The poor books end up being held open with an elbow or a foot. Sometimes I read slowly and write in the margins (but only with nonfiction books that I own!)

Poetry, as you can imagine, is a whole other level of difficulty, concentration-wise. They’re so short. If novels are lakes, poems are like deep wells. Poems contain a lot of water, but they’re far easier to miss and harder to dip water out of. You have to be so active, with poems, to catch their subtleties.

The tea-drinking methods, the ones that keep my hands busy, don’t work with poems. They’re just too short. I have to somehow convince my mind that a poem is worth the effort of lingering in.

And what’s guaranteed to catch my attention? Fictional characters. Superheroes.

It sounds silly, but associating poetry with superheroes has been revolutionary for me.

I think the idea started with a fanfiction—I don’t know which one—that had Jason Todd use e.e. cummings’ in time of daffodils as a grounding device. He’d repeat it to himself to distract himself from panic attacks.

That resonated with me.

I thought about it often. Every time I was using a grounding device for a while after that, actually, I would think of Jason Todd desperately whispering to himself: in time of daffodils(who know / the goal of living is to grow) / forgetting why,remember how /— and I would think next of Emily Dickinson’s poem that goes in this short Life that only lasts an hour / How much — how little — is within our power! and then, if I could, I’d go and find my two volumes of poetry: Emily Dickinson’s Envelope Poems and a little Oxford book of modern children’s poetry (modern, I think fondly. Modern. It must be at least fifty years old.) And I’d look though them and think, ah, this is a Jason Todd poem, he’d like this one. This is more of a Tim Drake poem. This one is like Damian Wayne.

So I got interested in poetry again. Rediscovered my favorites, and started looking online for more. And at the same time, I was learning how to create websites.

Oh, the incredible serendipity of it: the traditional first assignment in website design classes is to format a poem on a website.

I did my assignment with the required Shakespeare sonnet. And then, for fun, I created a private website and put my very favorite poems in it, dividing it into sections, one for each member of the Batman family. I gave each of them their own color scheme and font and visual style.

And the collection kept growing. I kept searching out more poetry until I had added a Superman section and a Flash family and a Rogues and a Teen Titans and an X-men and a Brotherhood of Evil Mutants and an Avengers section.

Whoops.

But it works. It’s so much fun and I’d love to share them with people who are interested, so if you’ve made it this far, feel free to request a poem from a specific superhero—chances are, I have him or her—or send in a poem and see it sorted and formatted for a superhero (possibly with commentary!)

The source for A Gargoyle on Notre Dame and the poem written out are below the read-more link!

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A Gargoyle on Notre Dame

Edmund Kemper Broadus

With angel's wings and brutish-human form, Weathered with centuries of sun and storm, He crouches yonder on the gallery wall, Monstrous, superb, indifferent, cynical: And all the pulse of Paris cannot stir Her one immutable philosopher.

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The reason why I enjoy hearing or reading about queer characters is that, it truly fascinates me. Not the whole 'how can they be gay thing' but the whole 'they are gay and they have a significant other.' Like these people didn't care. They loved another person truly and wholly without giving a single fuck. And despite the rules and norms of the society, they choose to love. I can never do that. I can never be that brave to risk everything else I have for just one person. They wrote letters, they allowed the world to know. And they didn't care.

Like the sonnets Shakespeare wrote for a mysterious young man. Like Oscar Wilde and Alfred Douglas. The letters between Virginia Woolf and Vita Sackville-West. The letters between John Laurens and Alexander Hamilton. The letters between Emily Dickinson and Susan Gilbert.

I love the fictional characters as well. Who literally risk everything and overcome fears of their own to love. Alec was a shadow hunter and he fell in love with Magnus WHO WAS A WARLOCK and married him. Nico di Angelo who was born in the 1940s where being gay meant living on the streets fell in love with Will Solace. Henry was a freaking Prince, yet he wrote such pure, raw, unadulterated words for Alex. Jude went through so much in his life and yet he allowed Willem to love him. Ari and Dante lived during a time where being gay was fatal; Dante was attacked in the book and Ari's brother killed a prostitute after finding out that they were trans. Oliver came from a conservative family and still loved Elio. These couples would have had doubts and apprehensions but they still loved each other and didn't care.

Here are some iconic quotes;

"I must see you soon — you are the divine thing I want." And. "...it is a marvel that those red rose-leaf lips of yours should be made no less for the madness of music and song than for the madness of kissing. Your slim gilt soul walks between passion and poetry. I know Hyacinthus, whom Apollo loved so madly, was you in Greek days." Oscar Wilde to Alfred Douglas.

"You should not have taken advantage of my sensibility to steal into my affections without my consent." Alexander Hamilton to John Laurens.

"I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia...you have broken down my defences. And I don’t really resent it." Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf.

"Do I repine, is it all murmuring, or am I sad and lone, and cannot, cannot help it? Sometimes when I do feel so, I think it may be wrong, and that God will punish me by taking you away; for he is very kind to let me write to you, and to give me your sweet letters, but my heart wants more." Emily Dickinson to Susan Gilbert.

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" Shakespeare.

"You could give me the past," he said a little sadly. "But Alec is my future." Magnus Bane, City of Fallen Angels by Cassandra Clare.

"Nico, I've seen a lot of brave things. But what you just did? That was maybe the bravest." Jason Grace to Nico di Angelo, House of Hades by Rick Riordan.

"Should I tell you that when we're apart, your body comes back to me in dreams? That when I sleep, I see you, the dip of your waist, the freckle above your hip, and when I wake up in the morning, it feels like I've just been with you, the phantom touch of your hand on the back of my neck fresh and not imagined? That I can feel your skin against mine, and it makes every bone in my body ache? That, for a few moments, I can hold my breath and be back there with you, in a dream, in a thousand rooms, nowhere at all?" Prince Henry of Wales to Alex Claremont-Diaz the First son, Red White & Royal Blue by Casey Mcquiston.

"You were treated horribly. You came out on the other end. You were always you.”

"And who are you?"

"I'm Willem Ragnarsson. And I will never let you go." Willem Ragnarsson to Jude St. Francis, A Little Life by Hanya Yanahigara.

"How could I have ever been ashamed of loving Dante Quintana?" Aristotle Mendoza in Aristotle and Dante discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sàenz.

"I could spend the rest of my life like this: with him, at night, in Rome, my eyes totally shut, one leg coiled around his. I thought of coming back here in the weeks or months to come—for this was our spot." Elio from Call me by your name by Andrè Aciman.

Of course there are many more real and fictional couples, feel free to comment some.

As I said, I know not whether it is the place that I live or my own upbringing. But I will maybe allow myself to silently feel but I would never have the courage to love like these people. Those who receive love are both weak and strong but those who love are stronger than anyone else.

- midnight rants.

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[black-dragon1998]

New trainer (Kelley O’Hara x reader)

Summary: After being away for two years, the reader finally comes home to Kelley.

Warnings: sorry for any miss use of military terms. sorry for any mistakes written.

Thanks for reading and comments are always welcome.

“you are the reason I wake up every morning, the reason I want to come home every night. See you soon love <3” Kelley read the message for what had to be the mullioned time. (Y/N) had been overseas for the last two years and Kelley missed her every day.

They face-timed every chance they got even so, (Y/N) being in the army in another country and Kelley being on national camp. Meant those chances were few and far between.

It had been so long since they had seen each other that the other players on the team didn’t even know Kelley was dating. The only one who knew was Alex even nevertheless she knew not to mention it or Kelley’s mood would go south swift with how much she missed her girlfriend.

 “heard anything new?” Kelley was pulled out of her thoughts by Alex who was sitting next to her on the bus. Alex knew how much her best friend missed the love of her life and wanted to lighten the pain in any way possible.

“no. last I heard her squat had to stay behind because the region was unstable and she didn’t know when she would be sent home. Or even when we would be talking the next time.” Kelley had to swallow hard to keep her emotions in check, not wanting the other women to see her cry and worry about her.

Luckily the bus was rowdy enough that their conversation wasn’t overheard by the other players. Sonnett was busy blasting music and pestering the others for no real reason.

 The national team had a day off before the world cup camp started and they decided to go paintballing as a team bonding. Teams had been made at the hotel, if Kelley was being honest she didn’t pay attention. She was to occupied by the message she had received from you. This meant she didn’t know who was on her team.

After the bus stopped everybody got off the bus and into tactical gear very easily and were getting a safety talk before they were let onto the field to play the game. Vlatko also wanted to talk to the team before they became their competitive self.

“I know teams have been made at the hotel already but I have been informed by the staff that a special game is being prepared for you.” Hearing this caught the attention of the team.

“what special game are we talking about?” Julie asked with a critical eye. Ever the level head of the group. Vlatko was happy everybody seemed eager to at something extra to the game.

“While you guys are playing against each other one person is out hunting all of you. Even if they don’t belong to any team they can take out everybody. The person taking out this mystery person gets a special price.” The mention of a special price got everybody excited.

“How will we know that we have been shot by this mystery person and not somebody from the other team?” Ali asked, trying to keep Ash calm before the game.

“Unlike the coloured paintballs, they shoot with black paintballs.” Vlatko told them. After everybody was given guns they split up

 Both teams were so immersed in defeating or upscaling the other world that they completely forgot about the mystery person playing with them. The mystery person moved around undetected as they observed the teams looking who they could take out first.

After looking around a bit they decided to go after Emily and Lindsey first. Emily was her thunderous even id she tried not to be thus easily found. As the mystery person looked at the smaller blond they could see why they worked with Kelley so well.

Emily was shot in the chest and Lindsey in the right shoulder.

Next came Ashlyn and Ali. The couple was well coordinated as they moved around, but again no match for the mystery person. Ash was hit in the stomach and while Ali was doting over her down wife she was hit in the back.

Than came Christen and Tobin, Alyssa and Becky, Mal and Teirna, Rose and Sam, Juli and Crystal, Carli and Megan.

The last two left where Kelley and Alex. Juli and Crystal informed them about this when they passed them. Kelley and Alex who were already on their guard had their senses even more heightened.

Kelley even had the feeling of being watched and could swear she heard branches break around her. Alex told her she was being paranoid. Just as the statement left her mouth she was hit in the stomach by a black paintball.

Kelly immediately dived for cover when a paintball hit a nearby tree. Gun razed the defender peered around the tree to see if she saw anything.

Not noticing the shadow creeping up behind her, hitting her once on each ass cheek. Kelley quickly turns around to catch a glimpse of the shooter but saw nobody.

After a loud horn goes off signalling the end of the game and all the girls sulk back into the changing rooms. Complaining about being taken out in the ways they were.

 Everybody was groaning and being grumpy about the game when Vlatko walked in. being the only person knowing it would end like this. Knowing the identity of the mystery person. He knew they would be unhappy, he wasn’t expecting them to be pouting.

“well girls how did the game go?” it was a rhetorical question, on their faces, he could read how good it went.

“great if you look past that we all got our asses handed to us by a single person. Want that seems to be invisible.” Sonnet remarked. Vlatko could barely contain his chuckle.

“I can assure you I am anything but invisible.” A voice responded from behind Vlatko

Kelley froze at hearing the voice. It couldn’t be her. Kelley thought she was imagining things. You couldn’t be here. Vlatko talking on was what pulled her out of her trance.

“Ladies I like you to meet your new endurance trainer, sergeant (Y/N) (L/N).” Kelley flings herself at the woman when she heard her name. tears spring in Kelley’s eyes when she looks at you.

You are taller than her, with broad muscles shoulders. You are clad in camouflage gear, probably helping you stay hidden in the bushes.

“you’re here. You are here.” Kelley breaths into your shoulder as she keeps hugging you. You hug her back and kiss the side of her head. For the first time in ages, you feel home and safe.

“I’m here love and I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.” You tell her. It takes a moment before your words sink in but when they do. Kelley looks up at you with a massive grin on her face.

“so you don’t have to go back?”

“I’m not going back. I was honourably discharged two days ago.” The massive grin on Kelley’s face almost split her face. She kisses you passionately, a kiss you reciprocate immediately.

The happy bubble the two of you had created around you two was broken when the team swarmed the two of you. Seeing you with Kelley made them forget about the slaughter that was the paintball game.

Emily Sonnet was the first to speak being too hyped about the new person in the family.

“you know this behemoth of a woman?” the blond asked looking up at you, earning a slap on the head from Lindsey. This made you chuckle, she reminded you a lot of Kelley. Whispering so much to Kelley earning a slap on the chest from her.

“care to introduce us, Kelley?” Christen asks, trying with the rest of the veterans to rail in the youngsters of the group. Turning around with Kelley still in your arms you were met with twenty curious faces looking at you. You felled a little uneasy with all eyes on you.

Kelley felled your tattooed arms flex around her and gave them a little squeeze to reassure you.

“Guy’s I like you to meet (Y/N) my girlfriend.” The moment girlfriend left Kelley’s mouth the room seemed to explode.

“GIRLFRIEND!” the same word was yelled by over a dozen women at once. Together with.

“Why didn’t you tell us you had a girlfriend?”  you were a little taken back at this, you didn’t know Kelley hadn’t told her team about your relationship. Was she ashamed of you maybe?

“Quiet!” Alex yelled, you gave her a thankful smile. Nobody seemed to want to go against that woman.

Kelley looked down at the ground when she spoke. The reason why was a deep-rooted fear of losing you.

“I didn’t tell anybody because she was overseas for two years and in those two years I didn’t even know if she was coming home or not.” Emotions suddenly overtook you. I didn’t know she had it this hard with me overseas. In all ore conversations, she never let I shiny out that it was this hard on her.

“oh, Kelley. I am so sorry I put you through that.” You turn Kelley around so she is facing you and take her chin between your fingers to gently make her look up at you. Big brown eyes look up at you, littered with unshed tears.

“you have to believe me when I tell you that every day in those two years you are the only reason I got through every shitty thing happening. You were the reason I wanted to come home.” This time you couldn’t help the little crack in your voice. The woman in your arms had a knack of turning you into a big softy.

Instead of answering Kelley pulled you into a passionate kiss that the two of you got lost in completely.

After the heavy moment passed the lighter mood returned and the girls started asking questions. Julie even threatened you, that if you ever hurt Kelley in any way she would find you and hurt you.

It must have been funny to see a soccer player not even reaching your shoulders make you take a step back.

After seeing you weren’t a complete hardass Emily saw it fit to teas.

“so (Y/N), because you are Kelley’s girlfriend those that mean you are going to go easy on us?” you couldn’t help but laugh at the bubbly blond. Not even into first training and she was already asking to slack off. Kelley was smirking knowing you crazy work out habits.

“Well…”

PART 2

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[spencers-renaissance]

Writing Masterlist

All of my writing is available on AO3, but I’ve put together a masterlist of all my work so far for everyone who gets their fic fill on tumblr and will keep it updated! Keep your eyes peeled for new fics on the regular <3

⭐️= indicates my personal faves

If you’re looking for smut, you need to head to my smut masterlist on my nsfw blog!

Current Fic Count: 30

Aaron x Spencer

⭐️turns out that I need you now (much more than you need me)

Spencer is suffering in silence and it’s only made worse when the team messes up and makes him feel even more hurt and insecure. When Hotch goes to check on him, though, things start to look up.

3.5k, angst, hurt/comfort, protective hotch, happy ending

⭐️Vivaldi on Full Volume

Spencer’s done enough pining, so he decides to write a letter for Aaron telling him exactly how he feels and gives it to him on the jet. He cannot be held responsible for what happens when they land.

5.2k, fluff, love confessions, shy spencer, insecurity

Living the Same Lie

Aaron breaks up with Spencer, but when an attempt to move on goes horribly wrong they get a second chance.

5k, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, fluff, breaking up and making up, implied/mentioned physical assault, implied/mentioned sexual assault

East Coast

Spencer and Aaron happen to sit opposite one another on a busy train, and when Spencer spots a breakthrough in the legal case Aaron is stuck on, they strike up an innocuous conversation that quickly stirs up feelings.

2.1k, fluff, meet-cute, train carriage au, lawyer!aaron, academic!spencer, shy spencer, firsts 

All Roads Lead Home

Spencer’s working the Christmas Eve shift when a young boy with a hurt arm comes into the ER. Nothing out of the ordinary, except his rather flirty dad and leaving later with an extra phone number in his contacts list…

2.1k, fluff, hospital au, getting together, first date, gentleman!aaron, soft spencer

To Look on Tempests and Not Be Shaken

In the wake of a blazing row and an empty apartment, Aaron finds Spencer’s well-thumbed copy of Shakespeare’s sonnets and recalls the morning after their wedding, when Spencer sat on his lap and read Sonnet 116 to him. Suddenly, everything makes sense.

2.6k, angst with a happy ending, fighting and making up, married hotchreid, relationship dynamics, introspection, fluff

Derek x Spencer

Even More Beautiful 

The BAU is stuck in Michigan with no case and no way home, so naturally, Spencer and Derek confess their love for one another. (Based on the prompt ‘You look even more beautiful covered in snow.’)

3.5k, fluff, love confessions, shy spencer, insecurity, hurt/comfort

⭐️Hear it in the Silence

A short, fluffy chronicle of Spencer realising in increments how in love with Derek he is, and navigating a real, beautifully sweet relationship that's not always smooth sailing, especially since he's been hurt before. (Based on Taylor Swift’s You are in Love.)

3.7k, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, dev relationship, tw past abuse, domesticity

⭐️Still Left With the River

Derek wakes up to find his boyfriend crying on the sofa. Cue the hurt, the comfort, and the fluff. 

1.6k, hurt/comfort, fluff, caretaker!derek, autistic spencer, crying, sad spencer

100

Spencer's an academic researcher who spends every morning at his local library. Derek just happens to drop by one Tuesday and ask the pretty boy in the classics section if he can help him find a book. Sparks fly.

2.1k, library au, fluff, meet-cute, pining, shy spencer, coming out

when I fall asleep (it is your eyes that I close)

Spencer’s not been sleeping, and as much as Derek adores his sleepy clinginess and physical affection, as soon as they get home he’s determined to get to the bottom of it. 

1.9k, fluff, hurt/comfort, sleep-deprivation, clingy!spencer, physical affection, anxiety, cuddling

⭐️Trees and Seas Have Flown Away, I Call it Loving You

Derek says something hurtful, but it happens to lead to just about the best thing that’s ever happened to Spencer.

3.2k, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, fighting/making up, angst with a happy ending, autistic spencer, coming out, getting together

⭐️A Christmas Like This

Spencer has a very specific plan for their first Christmas in their new house, and it has to be absolutely perfect. Derek’s going to do everything in his power to make his boyfriend as happy as possible, even if that means a house covered in garlands and a tree covered in animal skeletons…

2.9k, fluff, christmas fic, est relationship, neurodivergence, romance, domesticity, day in the life

Secret Santa

Penelope rigs the BAU’s Secret Santa game to finally get Derek and Spencer together with extraordinary success, and they have her to thank for their future first date. Oh, and a sprig of mistletoe nearly throws the whole thing out the window. 

2.8k, fluff, getting together, insecurity/anxiety, christmas fic, first kiss, misunderstandings, friendship

⭐️A Chronicle of Loss

5 people Spencer Reid lost and 1 person he gained. A look at the traumas Spencer faces over the series, and giving him the happy ending he deserves.

3.6k, grief, loss, abandonment issues, insecurity, depression, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, getting together, ‘didn’t know they were dating’, protective derek, autistic spencer

Mayhem

Imagine that scene in S4E1 when Derek is driving the ambulance loaded with a bomb about to explode, except it’s Spencer on the other end of the phone and they finally get their shit together. 

4.2k, canon divergence, spencer is the tech analyst, getting together, mutual pining, insecure spencer, angst with a happy ending, fluff, declarations of love

⭐️my heart talks about nothing but you

Derek finds Spencer staring longingly at dancing newlyweds while on a case and once he gets to the bottom of why he’s tasked with making a proposal to a man who knows it’s coming special somehow. (He pulls it off.)

2.5k, established relationship, hurt/comfort, minor angst, fluff, relationship discussions, proposal, protective derek

I told the stars about you

Derek and Spencer have their first date. They dance to Frank Sinatra and cuddle in an ice cream parlour, before kissing the hell out of each other at Spencer's front door. That's pretty much it. (Prequel to above fic.)

2.1k, first date, first kiss, pure tooth-rotting fluff, dancing, flirting, protective derek

⭐️I can’t hold enough of you in my hands

Derek and Spencer are finally getting married and the rest of the BAU are there to help them through every step of the day. Including a little surprise that Derek has up his sleeve for their first dance. (Third part to the above two fics.)

3.1k, tooth-rotting fluff, marriage/wedding day, team as family, team dynamics, domesticity, paternal hotch, maternal alex, just a whole lotta love man

⭐️ dry me off and hold me close

Derek has finally relented and is bringing his boyfriend Spencer to meet the rest of the team. That means, though, he has to finally tell them about his boyfriend's disability. Terrified that they'll react badly, he puts it off until he can't anymore. Turns out he was worried for nothing

5.7k, so much fluff, protective derek, disabled spencer, caretaker derek, spencer is not in the bau, team as family, hurt/comfort, light angst, est. rel, chronic illness, slice of life: disabled edition

Honeysuckle

The BAU decide to head out for a picnic one summer afternoon, but they’re soon rudely interrupted by a bee sting and anaphylactic shock. Seeing Spencer carted off in an ambulance is not exactly how they expected the day to go.

2.3k, whump, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, hurt spencer, friendship, medical conditions, severe allergic reactions

⭐️The Noiseless Crash of Crumbling Walls

After Derek and Spencer are paired up on a science project in their senior year of high school, they become the closest, most unlikely friends possible. But what happens when Derek finally finds out what Spencer's dealing with at home? Inspired by the prompt “where did you get those bruises?”

4.5k, high school au, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, hurt spencer, protective derek, abuse, friendship, pre-slash, spencer just turned 16, derek is almost 18

Luke x Spencer

Start With This

Luke accidentally hurts Spencer because they are both hopelessly stupid, but when Spencer’s faced with a dangerous situation there’s nothing he wants more than Luke. Calling him turns out to be a very good decision.

3.9k, hurt/comfort, angst w a happy ending, fluff, getting together, misunderstandings

⭐️Foolishly, Completely Falling

Spencer declines to spend the night with Luke, but there’s a reason for that, and things start to click into place when Spencer shows back up at his doorstep at 2am, hours after being dropped home.

2.5k, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, past toxic relationship, nightmares, est/dev relationship

You Said You’d Never Smile Again

“At one point, we had a conversation about how hard Spencer was finding life after prison and he told me that he didn’t think he’d ever smile again. And so, I made it my mission to prove Dr Spencer Reid wrong for the first time in his life.”

1.4k, weddings, tooth-rotting fluff, implied/referenced depression, post-prison spencer, insecure luke, found family 

Emily x JJ

Don’t Be Scared, I Love You

JJ is shot and Emily's world stops spinning.

1.7k, whump, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, fluff, protective emily

⭐️my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand

Emily leaves. Her heart is breaking. JJ follows. Hers is waking up.

1.3k, angst with a happy ending, fluff, mutual pining, crying, first kiss

Emily x Reader

⭐️Night In/Night Out

Emily Prentiss is your girlfriend and she finally asks you to meet her family (the BAU): cue the fluff.

3.2k, fluff, flirting, cuddling, domesticity, protective emily, slight shy!reader

baby, you’re my new years’ eve

You and Emily are hosting a New Years' Eve party for all of your friends, but she's acting a little weird. You finally find out why when the clock strikes midnight.

3.6k, fluff, nye fic, proposal, getting engaged, domesticity, romance, flirting, day in the life 

Gen

Pull Me Out of the Glowing Stream

Spencer develops bacterial meningitis and Hotch sort of forgets how to breathe. 

3.8k, paternal!hotch, hurt/comfort, sickness, whump, fluff, happy ending

I found my way home

After Spencer tells Hotch about his recent autism diagnosis, he expects that to be the end of it. Somehow, though, it keeps coming up, and Hotch keeps proving himself to be the best father figure he could have asked for. 

4.1k, autistic spencer, protective hotch, hurt/comfort, fluff, paternal hotch, team as family

⭐️The Colour of Waiting is Purple

Spencer's just trying to get home as quickly as possible when a bad decision to take a shortcut down a back alley leaves him broken and bleeding into the night. // Hotch thinks it's a new case when his phone rings at 3 in the morning. It isn't.

3.7k, whump, hurt/comfort, physical assault, major character injury, hospitals, dad hotch, hurt spencer, angst with a happy ending, eventual fluff

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