Comfort
Hi guys!
It was Cata's birthday tuesday, so here is a little something for her :)
It's from a request too, I really need to sort them x)
Also please Barca, win today i need it.
Enjoy!
TW : Lost, angst.
There you are. The first lost of Barcelona for this season. It’s coming at the first moment of the year honestly, you would have preferred to lose against another Spanish team than to lose against Chelsea during the Champion’s league. You still have another game to win and go to the finale, but it would be at London and pretty hard. You already know it.
Looking around you, you saw that all of your teammates are gutted. Lucy is sitting on the ground; Ona went straight to the locker room and Alexia let another players comfort her. For your point, you just stay up where you were when the whistle whistled. Your hand on your hips, you weren’t looking at something special at first.
Until your eyes went on the silhouette of your girlfriend. Cata is sitting on the ground, a little like Lucy unless that she’s leaning against the goal post. Her knees bent against her and her arms surrounding them, she has her eyes fixed on her feet.
She seems so sad that you forget almost immediately your proper sadness. Walking slowly in her direction, you try not to ignore the other people talking to you. When you reach Cata, you kneel in front of her.
“Hey” you say quietly, putting your hand on her arm.
She looks briefly at you, before shaking her head. You know that she feels guilty about the lost, but you think that every single player of the team has that feeling. You don’t say another word, getting on your feet again before helping her to get up too. You don’t want to have to do the post-game interview, so you take another way to go to the locker room.
Of course, the general mood is awful. Nobody’s talking, nobody’s looking at each other. It’s so tense that you propose at Cata to go take a shower at your apartment to go home sooner. Cata agrees with a nod, still not talking. Knowing how much she’s bubbly, happy and smiling usually, it breaks your heart.
You say goodbye to your other teammates, grabbing Cata’s hand to take her with you. Hiding under her hood, she’s still silence. People forget sometimes that she’s only 22 years old, Cata forget sometimes too you think. She’s always way too hard with herself.
You manage to get to your car without meeting fans or journalists, you usually take time to talk with the people coming to see you, but today your girlfriend’s happiness is more important than anything else.
“You want to put some music?” you ask at your girlfriend when you are on your car.
She nods, taking your phone in her hand before looking at something you both will like. You’re not really hard to satisfy honestly, as long as you can concentrate yourself while driving. When Cata put your phone down, you take her hand in yours, squeezing it lovingly.
She looks at you and make a half-smile, which isn’t so bad. You interlink your fingers and take the way of your apartment. Cata doesn’t ask you where you are going and when she realizes that you’re going to yours, she doesn’t protest either.
“Do you want me to cook something?” you ask softly when you’re home.
Cata just shakes her head, sitting on a stool in your kitchen, where she followed you. You put a bottle of her favorite Prime in front of her and try to cross her eyes before talking again.
“Pa amb oli?” you propose.
“With white onions?”
She raises a hopeful look on you and you can’t help but smile. This meal, coming right from her natal island of Mallorca is like her comfort food. You kiss her cheek softly before turning to the fridge to prepare two plates of the dish. You like it too; the first time you try it, it was when Cata took you in Mallorca to meet her family. You loved every single thing coming from this island, maybe because it’s linked with your girlfriend, who you are really fond of.
You are deep in your thought, rubbing the tomato on the bread with an ability that would have made Alexia proud, when you feel Cata’s body against yours. Hiding her face in your neck from behind, she hugs you so tight that you have the impression that she wants to come under your skin. Literally.
You smile and keep cooking, thankfully you don’t need to move a lot around the kitchen for this dish. When you are finished, you turn around in her arms and take her face between your hands. Looking at her with attention, you try to choose wisely your words, not wanting to hurt her. Or make her feel more terrible that she’s feeling right now.
“You know that we didn’t lose because of you, right?”
She frowns, not answering. That’s exactly what you thought. Right after she sights and look away, you softly pat her cheek to drag her attention in you again.
“I’m serious. No one play good today, unless maybe Alessia. We were all too scared to lose, maybe too tired too. We have 90 minutes left. We can win and go to the finale.”
“I don’t think Jona will put me on the goal again” Cata sights, shaking her head.
“Why that?” you frown.
“I didn’t have a clean sheet. In the World Cup when Misa play bad, she went to the bench for the next matches. Vilda didn’t hesitate for a second.”
“Yeah, well first don’t compare that asshole to Jonatan please” you hiss, hating hearing that man’s name. “And if goalkeepers were benched every time, they let a ball pass the net, we won’t have a lot of them on the pitches.”
She shrugs, not really convinced by what you are saying. But you don’t insist, knowing that she needs some time to figure out all of this. You chose to give her plate and follow her wherever she wants to eat. She chose your balcony, from where you have a good view on the sea and the port.
And, when you see that Cata ate her meal in five minutes, your smirk and push your plate in her direction. The goalkeeper raises an interrogator gaze on you before smiling when you signal her that she can finish your plate.
After that, she takes the dishes in the kitchen without hearing your protests that you can help her. Then she comes back, takes you from your chair in her arm, making you squeak in the process. She laughs and you can only smile. You love hearing her laugh.
When she throws you on the sofa, you already know the end of the evening. Endless cuddles in front of TV. She puts Netflix on before laying on top of you. You let her do it, drawing smalls drawing on her skin, under her top.
“I love you” she mumbles out of the blue, several minutes after.
“I love you too” you smile, kissing her head in a weird angle.
She smiles when she sees you doing it, raising herself a little to be able to kiss you right on the lips. She strokes your face with her thumb, and you find yourself blush under her gaze. It’s quite intense but you love it.
“Thank you” she whispers, almost shyly.
“What for?” you ask with curiosity.
“For being you. And have take the time to learn with my mom how to make the perfect Pa amb oli.”
“All the best for the best” you smirk.
She rolls her eyes before kissing you again several times. Just like you were losing some interest in the film you were watching and getting maybe a little too work up, she stops and smirk before laying on you again.
“You’re the worst” you groan.
“Oh? I thought I was the best?”
You can hear her smile in her voice and you roll your eyes. You don’t answer though, but you know that she knows what you think. She’s the best and you are definitively way to in love with her to be mad at her.
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my baby congratulations on 500 followers !!! you deserve it so so much im so proud of you😽
for the event i want to request ‘heaven is a place on earth’ by belinda carlisle + lee know<3
again, im so so proud of you !!! take care, i love youuu🫶🏽
heaven is a place on earth — lee know
lee know x reader, reader is exhausted — fluff, comfort. taglist form.
a/n : aaaaah thank you so much my loveee !! i'm proud of you more than you ever know, i love you so much 💌 i hope this is to your liking !
They say,
In heaven, love comes first.
But to you, all you crave is your personal heaven— longing to be part of something greater, to be embraced in something that sees you as a single thing.
You ache with the warmth of belonging in someone’s heart— you crave to be seen.
“Everything is so tiring.”
You plop down on the couch, a long sigh escaping your lips.
“Long day?” Minho sat by your side, softly caressing your hair. You relaxed in his gesture, closing your eyes in exhaustion.
“Long week, or month, or year. I don’t know. I’m just so tired I want to sleep forever,” you feel your chest hurting after saying that.
“Ah, my baby…” he looked at you with worry. His eyes reflected a hint of sadness and empathy— one full of genuine worry.
Minho stood up, looking at you in awe.
He then offered his hand, unsure of what to do.
“Let’s do something,” he uttered.
You grasped his hand without hesitation, your body completely surrendering to him. He started to sway you in the fall of the night, with the stars watching both of you dance under the midnight sky.
“When you walk into the room…” he sang softly. He coasted you in a tranquil sway, making your body melt in his touch.
“You pull me close, we start to move…”
To be loved means to be consumed. To love means to radiate with inexhaustible light. To be loved is to fade, while to love is to persist. '
“And we’re spinning with the stars above…” he looked at you with a smile, continuing to float together in the silence of the night.
He stopped. He looked at you solemnly, and his eyes seemed to soften with the natural hues of the night. His eyes shone at you as if they were the brightest stars in the sky— but those stars belong to you, only you.
He tenderly pressed his lips against yours, a gentle caress following your delicate dance.
To you, you have already found your personal heaven; where he never made you feel alone— he waits for you and you come around— he reached for you and brought you love.
“...and you lift me up in a wave of love.”
⋆ taetr4ck, est may 2023.
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tw: suicide/vent talk
I’m not depressed or anything, nor am I suicidal, but every time there’s a long weekend or an extended period of time more than a day that I don’t have anything scheduled, I always feel this existential sense of dread and guilt. No matter how much I try, I really cannot place where it’s coming from.
I start getting really stressed and overwhelmed, isolate myself, stop talking, then either start crying or stare at the wall in a dark room, wondering why there’s a pit in my throat and stomach and what I did wrong to cause that, but I don’t know what the source of the problem is, so I don’t know how to fix it.
Then I begin to ask myself if the way I’ve been living is really worth it, and if I’m even significant to the people around me, and if should just give up. Give up band, give up school, give up everything I’ve been working for, so that I can’t stress out about anything. But I can’t do that. Then I’d be worth nothing.
I just start having a whole mental crisis, and I don’t know why, but I need a schedule to distract myself from my own thoughts so this stuff doesn’t start happening. When I actually have the time and silence to listen to my own train of thought, I get so worked up. Like the feeling that you have ten essays due in an hour and you haven’t written a lick of it. Even if I don’t have work, I always feel a pang of guilt and anger, like I’m mad at myself for not doing anything productive. Even if I do, it’s never usually enough.
I’ve never been able to relax in what feels like a very, very, very long time. I’m so afraid of screwing up my own life, so much so that, in this temporary moment of despair, I want to end it all and stop living it.
I can’t do this anymore
in moments like these I wonder what he would say. He doesn’t know that this happens to me, he’s only ever seen me when my mind is occupied. Would he worry or would he tell me to quit the band
am I even worth it to him
would he even care
The realistic part of my brain is like, obviously, people care about me and I’ve had an effect on many people I’ve met, and people like me and would probably miss me if I was gone. But during these times I just can’t hold on to that thought. I get too stressed out and worry about all of the bad
and the things I could do better
I hate this
I wish I was as happy as people always say I am
I usually am positive but
this hurts
I can’t do this anymore
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