“A long, long time ago, there was a kind and beautiful girl named Cinderella. Cinderella was always abused by her stepmother and stepsisters. But on one fateful day, she met a wonderful prince and thus, she lived happily ever after… Yeah, as if! Cinderellas nowadays don't have time to meet princes because of their damned part-time jobs. And on top of that, “princes" nowadays are just huge assholes. They all have Casanova complexes, and are all so damn haughty!”
Requests: Hiiii! Could you pretty please do a Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x reader, where she, Peter and Ned are best friends in high school and Ned is the first one to notice Peter has a total crush on her. Fast forward to noticing she feels the same and trying to get them together? Bonus points for Spiderman? Thank youuuu 😘😘 @betty234
ahhh i’m in love with your blog!!! also very much in love with spider-man (tom holland….) soooo if you’re still taking requests, would you write one about peter parker being your best friend but obviously both of you like each other so you go do “couple-ish” things like cuddling while watching movies, etc. but one day you go out shopping (him carrying your bags whilst trying on clothes haha) and something happens so he has to go fight crime but ends up coming back, etc., fluffy/cute. ty! xx
A/N:I tried my best
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Y/N looked around the cafeteria looking for her best friends, Peter and Ned. She has been friends with them ever since the 4th grade when they took her to the nurse’s office after she scraped her knee at recess. They instantly clicked and have been inseparable since.
She spotted a head of light brown locks(i swear his hair is slightly reddish though), Peter Parker. Y/N walked up to the table that him and Ned are sitting at, clutching the now wrinkled paper in her hand. “Guys! I passed my math test!” She squealed as she sat down in front of the boys. Ned smiled. “That’s great! What grade did you get?” He asked with the smile still there.
“I got a 97! Ms. Busch said I got the best grade in the class.” She said still grinning. “You should be thanking me for helping you study.” Peter said with a cheeky smile on his face. “Why thank you Peter Parker,my knight in shinning armor, for helping me not fail the worst class in the world.” Y/N stated dramatically. Ned started dying with laughter even though it wasn’t that funny.
“So, what’d you guys do over the weekend?” She asked as she started eating the food off of Peter’s plate.
“I watched all of the Star Wars movies. It was awesome.” Ned told. “What about you Pete?” Y/N asked again.
“What? Oh, I-I went to the movies with…. with my Aunt! Yeah, yeah with May.” Peter answered awkwardly. Ned looked at him with a ‘dude, your'e such a fucking liar’ look, on his face. “Well that’s cool. What movie did you see?” Y/N asked while having a look of confusion on her face due to Peter’s sudden awkwardness. “Well, that’s the thing, it was some chick flick. I don’t really remember the name.” Peter lied. It’s not like Peter could tell her that he was busy beating bad guys up and getting his ass beat as his alter ego, Spider-Man.
The three of them continued talking about random nothings until they heard the bell ring, signalling the end of the lunch period. The three of them started heading to their next class, Chemistry, which they gladly had together. Y/N walked to the class and put her backpack on the lab table with her head on top, groaning. “I don’t want to be here.” She groaned as her friends laughed at her. “It’s alright. We’ll get through this together.” Peter said with mock sympathy while patting her back. Y/N gave him a childish glare as she sat up to see Ned staring at his 2 friends with an odd look on his face.
“What are you staring at?” Peter asked as he looked at Ned, who was looking between his friends “Oh, it’s nothing.” He replied with sarcasm and a small, almost non existent smirk on his face while Peter just shrugged it off. Y/N just groaned again as she pulled out her notebook from her bag. The tardy bell hadn’t rung yet so the trio continued their conversation from lunch Under the table, Peter reached for Y/N’s hand. Their hands intertwined with each other like it was routine, because it was. The two held hands all the time because it was something that came so naturally to them.
“So, do you guys want to go to the mall this Saturday? I have nothing to do, and I want to hang with my best buds.” Y/N asked with a smile on her face. “I can’t. I am swamped with homework.” Ned answered, sounding over exaggerated. Peter knew that Ned was just trying to set him up with Y/N, due to his forever-long crush on the girl. “What about you Petey? Are you just going to leave me hanging by myself?” She asked sarcastically.
Peter chuckled as he lightly squeezed her hand. “I would never leave you hanging.” He said just before the bell rang, silently thanking Ned for having too ‘much homework’.
“Since you never leave me hanging, do you want to stay the night on Friday since we’re hanging out Saturday?” Y/N whispered to Peter. “Sure, I gotta tell May though.” He whispered back with a smile as he leaned back into his chair to listen to the teacher.
Friday quickly approached and the two friends soon walked to Y/N’s house together.
“What movie do you wanna watch?” Y/N asked as she hopped on her bed in her PJs, next to Peter. “Whatever movie you want to watch.” He replied.
“You are too corny, Mr.Parker.” She said as she picked up a dvd that was on her bedside table. She opened the case and put the disk in her laptop. Y/N wrapped her hands around Peter’s torso, and she draped her leg over his. Peter put his arm around her and pulled her close to him. This was completely normal for them.
Halfway through the movie Y/N fell asleep on Peter’s chest. Peter smiled lovingly at the girl on top of him thinking about all the reasons he loved her. There was too many to count.
“This looks so bad.” She complained to her friend whom was carrying all of her bags while waiting outside of the fitting rooms of one of her favorite stores. “Come on. It can’t loo that bad. Let me see.“Peter begged as he placed the bags down on the floor. Y/N walked out of the dressing room wearing a dress that looked absolutely stunning on her. Peter just stared,with his mouth opened a bit.
"In what world does this look bad? You look amazing.” Peter gushed as he admired his best friend. “This is why we are friends, Peter Parker. You are the sweetest person I have ever met.” Y/N stated. Peter’s phone buzzed as Y/N went back into the dressing room to change back to her regular clothes.
Peter got a notification from Twitter. There was an armed robbery happening a few blocks from the mall he was just at. He didn’t want to leave Y/N alone but, people could get hurt. “Y/N? Listen I, I gotta go. Something came up. I’m sorry.” He shouted to the door as he sped off to his house to get his suit. “Wait, what? Peter!?” Y/N yelled as she tried to pull of the rest of the dress.
Y/N left the dressing room to see all of her bags on the floor, where her best friend should’ve been.
Y/N left the mall after buying the dress. She hailed a cab to get home.
About two hours after she got home, it was already dark out. Y/N was in her room, scrolling on her phone when she heard a loud knock on her window. Nobody ever knocked on her window so she was a little bit scared. Y/N went to pull the curtain to see who was on the other side of the glass. Hwn she saw the red suit, she looked confused. “What the fuck?” she said as she opened her window. Spider-Man crawled in through the window and fell against the floor. There was slashes all over his body.
“What the fuck?” She said again as she went to get a bag of vegetables to put on the bruises he most likely had, and some other medical supplied like peroxide and bandages. As she was taking off the body part of his suit to try and fix him she asked him, “Why the hell did Spider-Man show up at my window like this?” Still shocked, she put some peroxide on a cloth and then put that on his cuts. The man wheezed at the pain. He reached for his mask to pull it off. The mask slowly pulled off of his face and Y/N started to see that his face was laced with a painful expression. She only noticed who the man was when he took the mask off completely. “B-Because I’m Spider-Man.” Her best friend replied.
Y/N was not at all prepared for this. The end of her day panned out differently in her head. "Oh my god. Oh my god.“ She exclaimed as she wrapped his body with bandages. Nothing was said after that though. Once Y/N was done with his wounds, she just sat on her bed, flabbergasted.
The two were silent before she spoke. "Does Ned know?” She asked as he started to sit up and lean against her wall. he only nodded his head.
“Why didn’t you tell me, Pete?” Y/N asked the question she was dreading. “I-I don’t know. I just wanted to keep you safe. If someone found out how much you meant to Spider-Man, they could hurt you and I didn’t want that to happen.” He replied rubbing his neck and looking at anything but you.
“I just wish you would’ve told me. We couldv'e fought crime together.” Y/N joked as she saw a faint smile apear on Peter’s lips. She stood up from her bed and moved to sit next to him on the floor, against the wall. “No more secrets, okay? Even if that means I get hurt. You have to promise to tell me everything from now on. Promise?” She asked with a faint voice. “I promise.” He swore, looking into her eyes.
“Guess I have to tell you something else than….” Peter muttered as he scratched his neck again. Y/N looked at him with curiosity. He sighed, putting his head in his hands.
“Peter, what is it?” Y/N asked with concern.
“I love you, okay? I have ever since 6th grade and I wanted to get over it but it’s hard because I know you would never like me back. When I see you everyday, I fall even more in love with you and I don’t know how to stop it and I don’t think I want to. You mean everything to me. And I would hate myself if you ever got hurt because of Spider-Man.” He exclaimed. Peter was glad to get that off of his chest but, he might have just ruined his friendship with you, forever.
“Oh Peter Parker. You have no idea what you do to me.” She said as she straddled his thighs and caught his lips in a kiss. He was shocked but also relieved that he didn’t get rejected. You pulled away, desperate to get air into your lungs.
“I have loved you for the longest time, Peter. You are my best friend and I trust you with everything. God, I wish you would’ve told me that you loved me sooner.” Y/N said, cutting her speech short, being desperate for another kiss. Peter pulled away with a sharp gasp, needing air. The two just smiled at each other, foreheads pressed against one another. Both of the teens were panting from the heated kiss. “And you should also be glad that Spider-Man is one of my favorite superheros.” She said, making Peter laugh.
Summary: tom is jealous of how close you are with Josh while you’re on tour with twenty one pilots
A/N: josh and Tyler are literally my loves so if anyone gives me crap about them I will personally come for you. This also fucking sucks so I’m sorry
“Y/N! We’re going bowling! Wanna come with us?” Josh called from the door.
“Yeah! Just let me get my shoes!” I called back.
I grabbed my tennis shoes and then was out the door. Josh, Tyler and Jenna were all waiting for me by the car when I reached them.
“Hey, kiddo. You ready to go?”
I nodded and climbed in next to Josh in the back seat. Josh yawned and laid his head in my lap as Tyler pulled out of the venue. I began to run my fingers through Josh’s bright yellow hair as Tyler told us a story about a past experience he had with bowling that ended with him being tossed out and banned from the bowling place in Columbus. I looked down when I felt Josh laugh and smiled at him.
“So, Y/N. How are things with Tom?” Josh asked once Tyler finished his story.
“Yeah! How is he? He still a knight in shinning armor?” Jenna asked.
I smiled and looked out the window at the mention of Tom’s name.
“He’s great. He’s super busy with Spider-Man and everything though so I haven’t been able to talk to him much.”
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m sure he’ll call the second he has a chance, though.”
I smiled at Jenna before I turned my gaze back towards the buildings we were passing. Tyler and Jenna began to tell more stories as I felt Josh watching me. I knew he wanted to talk about Tom, but I just wasn’t up for it. After a few minutes pass, we finally pull up to the bowling alley. Tyler made us all sit still for a moment while their manager called him about details for tonight. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and pulled it out to see Tom was trying to FaceTime me.
“Hey, Tom!” I said as I answered the call.
“Hey, Y/N. it’s Harrison actually as you can see. Tom’s doing an interview and I was bored and my phone died. So I decided to use his and talk to you.”
“Oh, hey Haz. That’s cool. How’s the press tour going?”
“Good. Tom’s exhausted though. What’re you up to?”
“I’m with Tyler, Josh and Jenna. We’re going bowling. Say hi, Josh!”
I turned the camera to show Josh laying in my lap. Josh made a funny face before we both started laughing.
“Oh, hey Josh. Well, I gotta go, Y/N. Tom’s almost done…”
“Oh. Okay. Bye, Haz.”
I felt my heart drop as the screen went black. I was hoping to at least see Tom’s face or hear his voice.
“Ready to go, Y/N?” Tyler asked.
I nodded and tried to ignore their sympathetic looks as we walked into the building.
By the time we were done bowling, all thoughts of Tom had left my mind. Tyler and Josh tried to keep my laughing at all seconds which ended with us getting kicked out. Not really a surprise though since at one point Josh literally ran down the alley and knocked some other kid’s ball in the gutter.
On the way back to the venue, I posted a picture of me sitting on Josh’s lap and Tyler and Jenna standing behind us making funny faces. I knew the picture would make the fans laugh.
When we arrived back at the venue, I ran to get ready for my set.
Josh and Tyler high fived me as I walked onto the stage.
The crowd went insane as I sang my heart out and Josh drummed in the back. Since my drummer was sick, Josh was filling in for the night. After I finished, Josh came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my cheek. The crowd went insane as we walked off the stage with Josh’s arm around me.
“Alright guys. Good luck! I’m beat so I’m gonna head back to the hotel.”
Tyler and Josh said goodnight to me and then I was on my way to the hotel.
As soon as I closed the door behind me, I felt my phone begin to vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out to see Tom trying to call me. It was probably Harrison again, though.
“Harrison? Is this you again?”
“What the fuck, Y/N!?” I heard Tom’s voice yell.
“Woah, calm down. What’s wrong?”
“Don’t give me that shit! What is going on between you and Josh!?”
“Me and Josh!? What are you talking about!?”
“Harrison told me he was laying in your lap, and then the picture and then him kissing you tonight!? Is there something you would like to tell me!?”
“Tom you need to calm down! There is nothing going on between me and Josh! He is like my brother! And like you would even care! It’s been like 2 weeks since I’ve talked to you!”
I heard Tom sigh on the other side of the phone.
“I know, love. I’m sorry. I’ve just been so busy I barely have time to breathe. And I’ve never stopped thinking about you and I just wanna see you so bad but I knew I couldn’t ask that of you when you’re on your dream tour and then when Harrison told me about Josh laying on your lap and then you posted the picture of you in his lap and then the kiss tonight, I just snapped. I’m so sorry, love.”
“I love Josh, but as a friend. I’m IN love with you, Tom. I haven’t stopped thinking of you either. I miss you so much.”
“Good. Cause I’m standing outside your hotel room.”
“I have tomorrow off. And I just need to be with you. Come let me in, love.”
I hung up the phone and ran over to the door. I opened the door to see my beautiful boyfriend standing on the other side smiling at me. I jumped into his arms and nuzzled my face into his neck. Tom wrapped his arms around my waist before picking my up and carrying me into the hotel room. Tom laid me down on the bed before pressing his lips against mine and sliding his hands up and down my sides. I moaned into kiss and Tom smirked. I knew I was in for one hell of a night.
“Well, this is a surprise.” Jenna said as her and Tyler walked down to breakfast the next morning.
I smiled and laid my head on Tom’s shoulder.
“I have the day off so I decided to visit my beautiful girlfriend.” Tom said as he kissed my forehead.
But the beautiful moment was soon cut short once Josh came into the room.
I rubbed Tom’s shoulder to calm him down as he death glared Josh.
“Tom, please behave.” I whispered into his ear.
“Well, Josh. Seems like your plan worked.” Tyler said to him.
“Wait, hold on, what plan?” I asked.
“Well, Josh noticed how upset you were about Tom being so busy so he decided to MAKE Tom have time for you…” Jenna said as she stirred her coffee.
“What do you mean?”
“He was ummm… kinda going above and beyond to seem flirty with you to piss Tom off…”
“I’m sorry, Y/n! I really am, but you were just so sad and I knew he would call if he thought he was losing you! And it worked didn’t it!?” Josh said.
“I’m gonna kill you, Dun.”
Josh’s eyes went wide as I began to chase him through the hotel.
“That’s my girl.” Tom laughed as he watched me chase Josh up and down the halls.
Summary:Based off “Are You Happy Now?” by Rascal Flatts (feat. Lauren Alaina). Listen Here.
Side Note: The other song I used is called “Just A Man” by Somo”.
Baby, just look at you now, barely holding it together. We’re so in love, but you gave that up. Just look around, are you happy now?
It was too soon to tell whether or not it was going to last. But you hoped it did, my god, how you prayed that it would. Expect that’s not how it turned out. Relationships crash and burn, they test your limits and give you all these wonderful memories, only in the end to haunt you with them.
Archie Andrews, your next door neighbour, turned first crush, which led to him becoming your high school boyfriend. 6 months later, he become another face in the hallways.
Laying across your bed, eyes begging for some rest after 2 and half hours of homework. You obeyed and leaned against the headboard. It was extremely difficult to not peer through the window to see if Archie was still awake. Most nights when the two of you weren’t suppose to be out so late, meaning grounded, he’d text saying to meet him at the window. You did, and the two of you would sit looking across, texting one another and not going to sleep until the early hours of the morning.
Now, it was nothing. No text. No grabbing mountains of pillows, blankets and getting comfortable near the window. No staying up late. All that remained - memories.
You switched off the light and with it those painful reminders.
I saw her light go out. Apart of me hoped she’d come to the window, just like old times. But why would she? I screwed up, I am the reason why our relationship ended. Sighing in nothing but sheer frustration, I punched my pillow.
Eyeing my phone on the bedside dresser, it was far from a smart idea. Ignoring all the warning signs, I picked it up in my hands and clicked on Y/N’s contact, opening a new message. All of our old ones still there, but my eyes fixated on the last one. The message where we only had positive things to say. No screaming match, no arguing - just pure love.
Come to the window? - Archie
Archie, it’s 1:00 in the morning - Y/N
I know, but I promise it’ll be worth it. And if not I’ll definitely make it up to you ;) - Archie
Fine. I’m at the window, what is it? - Y/N
I love you - Archie
Only you, Archie Andrews, would wake me up in the middle of the night to tell me you love me - Y/N
I love you too. Now I’m going to bed, I’ll see your handsome face in the morning - Y/N
Goodnight, beautiful. Dream of me :P x - Archie
I remember that night so perfectly. It was day that Y/N and I said our first I love you’s, by accident, but that held no relevance because we both felt the same. The entire day I texted her I love you randomly. She responded with those 3 little words and I know I’m not suppose to admit this, but my heart skipped a beat whenever she did.
I was wide awake and couldn’t sleep, so that’s when I texted Y/N. Truthfully I love you wasn’t the only reason I texted so late. The other reason, I wanted to see her face even if it was from a distance.
Deciding against my original idea, I too turned off the light and let my mind dream of happier times.
You awoke to the pesky alarm that wasn’t going to shut up unless forced too. Hitting the snooze button, Friday had arrived. Getting ready for the school day didn’t take long at all, not when you plan all your outfits the day before. Wanting to get there a bit earlier than a certain red head, you settled for a muesli bar for breakfast and left.
Meeting the gang at the usual table outside, Betty had already saved a seat for you.
“So what’s the plan for tonight?. Pop’s, a movie or perhaps we can let loose and attend a party, I hear Reggie is planning one?”. Veronica asked, lifting an eyebrow.
Exchanging a glance with Betty, you were both thinking the same thing. “Sorry V, but I’m just looking forward to having a quiet night in my room”.
Betty interjected, declining as well. “Yeah, and Jughead and I already have plans”.
“Kevin, you are my last hope”. She gabbed his hands dramatically, making each of you smile.
“As much as I would love to be your knight in shinning armor, I have a date tonight”. His eyes fluttered straight ahead. “Hey, maybe you can ask Archie”.
At the mention of his name, your body automatically went numb. Betty reacted by placing a hand on your shoulder. “I forgot, I need to talk to a teacher about an English assignment. I’ll see you guys later”.
“Wait, what? There is no English assign-”. Jughead stopped mid-sentence when he saw the real reason why you wanted to disappear. He bit his lip and watched, along with the others as you walked past Archie.
“Y/N!”. Avoiding eye contact, you picked up the sped. “Y/N!?”. Archie jogged after you across the yard, catching up in no time. “Please, I want to talk”.
Clutching the strap of your bag, it was almost laughable. "I have nothing to say to you".
“But I have something I want to say to you”. His eyes pleading for you to hear him out.
“That your sorry, or that you made a mistake?”. The bell rang and the timing couldn’t be perfect. “I have to go”.
Jughad appeared beside me. “She needs time, Archie. After-”.
“After she saw me and Valerie in the music room? I wasn’t cheating on her Jug, I’d never hurt her like that”. Rubbing my face. “I love her”.
He put his hand on my shoulder, a remorseful expression. “You need to tell her that, Archie”.
“How? I’ve tried but she doesn’t believe me”.
Another bell rang, meaning that whoever didn’t make it to class on the first one was now officially late. “Then find a way to make her believe it”. Thinking about what Jughead said, there was only one way I knew to make her hear me.
After School - Still Archie’s POV
Everything was set up. Veronica and Betty were in charge of making sure Y/N turned up and Jughead was helping me set it all up. My phone beeped.
We’re 5 minutes away - Betty
I breathed nervously and wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans. “She’s 5 minutes away. Thanks for helping, Jug”.
He smiled. “You and Y/N are meant to be, so if I can help get you guys back together then I’m all in”. Patting me on the back, he left, wishing me luck.
The sounds of voices could be heard throughout the hallways. If anyone found us at school at this time, there would be trouble. But this was important. The gym door opened and Y/N came in first, Betty and Veronica no where to be seen.
“Before you leave, please just listen”. I asked her, picking up my guitar. She didn’t attempt to head for the door, that was a good sign.
I strummed it once, twice, and begun singing.
Maybe I’m foolish, maybe I’m blind Maybe "I’m sorry”’s outta line Maybe I’m selfish, I should’ve tried You know I lost it, but I’ve been found
I know I’m wrong Baby, I’m wrong, so wrong For letting you hurt so long Ohh
And I can’t let you go, don’t you know Whatever it takes, I will do I’m down on my knees Begging you please
‘Cause I’m just a man, and you are my world I’m half what I am, with you I am whole 'Cause I’m just a man, and you are my girl Just give me a chance to bring my love home I’m just a man I’m just a man
I stood from my chair and made my way over to her. Standing in front, being as vulnerable as I could, through my music.
But I won’t let you go, don’t you know Whatever it takes, I will do? I’m down on my knees Begging you please
'Cause I’m just a man, and you are my world I’m half what I am, with you I am whole 'Cause I’m just a man, and you are my girl Just give me a chance to bring my love home
I softly sang the last line, she had tears in her eyes. “Y/N, I was-am an idiot. But nothing happened between Valarie and I, please believe me”.
Extending her hand, I was slightly confused. “Hi, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you”. I broke out into a smile, she was offering a clean state. Shaking her hand, I replied. “Nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Archie. I could use a milkshake, what do you say? Our regular table at Pop’s?”.
Y/N pushed back her hair and smiled. “I would really like that”.
Taking her hand, we both walked out of the school. We still had a long way to go, but I was willing to do whatever it took to get us back to how we used to be. Because I, Archie Andrews, only had eyes for one girl.
I was told, very kindly, by the amazing @jemscorner my lovely friend @takemeawaytocamelot that there might be a small interest in sharing how my husband’s and I’s cross cultural relationship (a born and bred celtic and very traditional Irishman and a wild brassy American woman) real life parallels Jamie and Claire.
@bonnie-wee-swordsman she would be interested in the crazy story of how we met as well. I think it would be easiest to star there and, if anyone is indeed interested, share a few posts from there. (Please know that I am in no way implying that the epic love story that is Jamie and Claire in anyway comes close to my own life. Only that through reading the books I found some very fun moments that reminded me of my own marriage and thought would be fun to share.)
I really felt for Claire, having to decide within months of meeting Jamie, to chose to follow her unexpected deep new found love, or be sensible and stay with her life on its stable, planned track. To risk it all, give up all she knew, live in a country with its own cultural rules, where she is an outsider. I faced something smaller but similar.
At 19 I was going to college full time, had a job, a car, and took care of my grandparents in California, where I was born. On Thanksgiving I was not able to travel with my grandparents to an extended family dinner. I was tearful at work realizing that I would be on my own for the holiday, when my boss at the University saw. She was from Ireland but had settled in California. She insisted I join her family. It was extremely kind but I was slightly terrified of how awkward it would be. Luckily for me she absolutely refused to take no for an answer.
So, at 10am Thanksgiving morning I found myself nervously walking down the street to my boss’ house. I immediately saw my soon to be husband taking with my boss and her neighbor at the door. My first thought was “shit, she has other guests. This will be so stressful.”
My husband’s mum grew up with my boss in Ireland. My boss was like his auntie and a very established professor and department head. She had told him a ‘colleague’ was comming to Thanksgiving dinner. He expected someone of similar age, not a 19 year old American girl.
My husband then spent the next several hours flirting with me while I acted a deer in the headlights, trying to be polite, professional and worthy of dinner at my prestigious boss’ home.
It finally clicked for me at dessert (thanks to a Father Ted quote of all things) that he was interested. We had a lovely night and, as he walked me back to my car, asked if he could see me again. I was more than busy at this time in my life (work, school, nursing my grandfather) but jokingly said I had the weekend off for the holiday.
My husband: Great what time can I pick you up tomorrow?
Me: Ha! Well, I like to sleep in…
My husband: 9am tomorrow then.
9am the next day the biggest bunch of flowers I’ve ever seen was staring at me through the key hole.
Unbeknownst to me, during Thanksgiving my grandfather’s cancer had taken a new turn. He was suddenly confused and not himself. My grandmother took him home and didn’t tell me much of what was bothering him.
So we had our date. A day of hiking arround the hills by the ocean and then a movie (Love Actually). It was amazing but I was clear that I was not looking for a relationship. And he was only in the US for a few weeks visiting. At the end of the date he asked to take me out again Sunday night.
Sunday night came with disaster. My grandfather was suddenly in pain and couldn’t speak. He couldn’t remember how to sit down or stand up by himself. So I comforted my grandmother, called an ambulance and then called my husband to cancel our date. His first question was how I was getting to the hospital.
Me: Driving behind the ambulance I guess.
My husband: No, you can’t do this on you own. I’ll be there in 20 minutes.
He was an hour away technically. But 20 minutes later, breaking all speed laws, he was there.
I had no family to help, no parents to rely on. I had friends, but this man who met me 3 days before swooped in. Took me to the hospital, helped me with the doctors (his dad was a physician in Ireland and he knew his way around.) He stayed with me there, drove me home, tucked me into bed and slept on the couch. The next morning he made breakfast, went to the store to stock up and basically stepped in to look after my grandmother and I. I was a very independent, strong willed girl who was used to caring for others. I had just ended a serious relationship (caught my older handsome man cheating. *coughFrankcough*). I was not looking to be serious with anyone and absolutely not prepared for a gallant young man to jump in to protect and care for me.
I was immediately amazed. But not willing to call it a relationship. My grandfather came home for hospice and my husband practically moved onto the couch to look after me. Eventually my grandfather passed away and some of the extended family showed to help with the funeral.
A few weeks later my husband had to go back to Ireland. I was sad but not willing to admit how much I cared. He promised to come back. And after a few weeks returned. I had never felt anything so powerful in my life.
But decisions needed to be made. Would we try long distance and hope it worked out? He couldn’t legally live in the US. He had work and family in Ireland.
So after a couple of months I decided it was worth risking everything. I made sure my grandmother was alright, I quit my job, withdrew from college and bought a one way ticket to Ireland.
I won’t lie, it was not a simple happy ever after. Adapting to a completely different culture, being an outsider, having to rely on my husband when I was used to being very independent, was tough. But I renrolled in school, got a job and we eventually moved to our own place. There were fights, and home sickness. It was cold and I was not always welcome (there was more than one argument with his sister in gaelic where I was intentionally excluded from the conversation) but it was true love.
We’ve been married for 10 years now, together for 14, and live in the US.
It was a miracle that the day my grandfather started to leave my life, my husband was entering it. It was a miracle that in just a few months I found complete soul deep love. And a miracle that I was crazy enough to choose it, even with the terrifying choices that came with it.
So that’s the story of us. Nowhere near as amazing as the fictional world of Outlander. But I was blown away when I read the books and very greatful to see someone else share even small moments that I could relate to.
True love does exist. It can last for years and across continents. The passion can grow with age and the fire burn brighter with maturity. Knights in shinning armor do exist (and they are as stubborn and exhausting and wonderful as you think.)
(Sorry for typoes but I knew if I thought about it too long I would chicken out. So here it is, mess and all.)