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spidybaby · 2 months ago

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Oh, baby!

Summary: Gavi changed and didn't notice how much it was affecting you and your relationship.

Warnings: cursing, asshole!Pablo.

A/N: Hello to everybody! This is something that I thought for quite a long time. It's a long one, so grab a snack. Love you all 💛

It was no secret for people that Gavi was someone who was very private. He barely posts anything on Instagram or stories.

Even when the injury came, he was very low profile, not posting more than necessary. Even the "necessary" posts were a story or two per month.

When you two met, it was like you two had this connection that was undeniable. You are Pablo's physio niece. You met when you were at his place, and Gavi came for a talk.

Nobody expected Gavi to find someone to be with during this time. Not even your friends and family expected you to be with him.

At first, you tried to keep your distance, but when inevitably he kept with the excuses on why he needed to be at your uncle's house just to see you.

You did give him a chance to get to know him. You even noticed that your uncle was also trying to play Cupid. Then you discovered that it was Gavi the one who asked him to do that.

Your relationship was new. You two are about to hit the six months mark in just a few days, it was fairly new.

Thanks to you meeting gavi during his injury and being his physio's niece was that you met his parents and sister a little bit too early than normal.

You know them and like them, and you can say say that they know you and like you too. You can even say that Aurora and you became friends thanks to that.

Something Gavi and you talked about before even being together was to always make time for each other.

You try to see each other as much as Gavi's career allows you to. Always trying to have some time to talk and catch up on each other's.

You are thankful that Pablo has his own place, his parents visit him, but they are not that much around.

Now that he is no longer injured, he gets the house to himself more than ever. Making it easy for the two of you to have a place where you can have time to yourselves.

"Gavi, how does it feel to be the winner of La Super Copa?" You ask him, taking his shirt off.

He grabs your cheeks, shutting you up by kissing your lips. "De puta madre." He smirks.

"Oh, Gavi, what a dirty mouth you have." You act all surprised. You start to undo the knot in his sweats.

He can't help but laugh. "I'm not the one who's undressing me." He says, hands caressing your nakedness.

"Well, I can't be the only naked one." You smile, pulling his pants and boxers down. You grab his hand, pulling him towards the bed for him to kneel on the mattress. "But I can be the one giving you your reward."

He pushes you lightly, making you fall on the pillows. He waits for you to accommodate yourself on the bed.

Grabbing your akles and separating your legs. "Remind me that we need to go to the pharmacy." He says, kissing your neck.

You don't even pay attention to his words, you just moan and nod, not even caring what he was saying.

"Te amo." You say, grabbing his cheeks and kissing his lips.

"Yo más."

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"I don't get it," you say, turning your head to him. "So Ansu said that to Flick?" You ask, surprised about the story he's telling you.

"Muy loco." He laughs. "But yeah, he did say that in front of the whole dressing room."

"And what Hansi said?"

"He just nodded and left angry, but as you can tell, Ansu is not playing." He pouts. "Ale and I try to tell him off, but he said that he needed to speak with Hansi. The last time he did it was when we won La Super Copa but he says that nothing has changed."

"I think he's just frustrated, I get where he's coming from." You pout, nodding at him. "Want more ice cream?" You ask, scooping some more with your spoon.

"I just hope he knows I'm here for him." He sighs, taking the ice cream you are offering. "That's amazing."

You smile, giving him more of your ice cream. "I'm going to miss you so much, I'm sorry I can't go to the match."

"Madrid will be the worst without you." He pouts, giving you a hug. "But you need to study, that's important."

"I'll be free when you come back as a champion." You say, grabbing his cheeks and pulling him towards you. "You are my champion."

You love moments like this, both of you eating ice cream and having a moment to talk about your days, what happened with your friends, things like that.

"I heard my uncle mention to the other physios that you have been feeling some discomfort while doing gym exercises."

He nods, eating his ice cream. "Sometimes that happens, but don't worry." He half smiles.

"Don't push yourself," you say, giving him a kiss on the head. "Take it slow, Hansi knows you and trusts you."

"It's just so frustrating. People talk about how now I'm just on the bench, but they have no fucking idea how hard is it to come back from a injury where my knee was destroyed."

You nod, grabbing his hands. "I know, pabs." You smile at him. "Don't worry about what people say, Hansi trusts you so much, the team too. So you don't have to feel like this over someone who doesn't know anything about football."

He smiles, hugging you. "I really don't want to go." He whispers. "I'll miss you a lot."

"Me too, but you are going to have fun. Please don't tackle someone during the game." You joke with him, making him laugh.

"You are in love with that boy." Your friend says, watching you smile at the phone.

"Me? Pffft, I'm just smiling at a meme." You say blushing so hard. "By the way, I brought us some strawberries." You smile, taking the fruit out of your picking basket. "I've been craving them so bad that the other day I tried one with mustard. It was so good."

"Mustard?" She asks, already disgusted by the mix. "That's so iugh, and since when do you like mustard?"

"I don't know, but I was craving something, and my I didn't have it, so I had to be creative."

"You are so weird, iugh." She laughs. "I brought some nutella crepes, your favorites."

She opened the container, and when the smell hit you, you let out the biggest gag you ever had. You turn your face to the side, trying to calm down the urge to throw up.

"Are you okay?"

"Joder, perdona." You say, drinking some water. "The smell got me, I don't know why. I been really sensible to some smells, maybe I have a stomach bug."

She narrowed her eyes at you, looking you up and down. "We need to leave, come with me." She says, getting up and picking her things up. You grab your stuff and follow her.

You read the texts he left you a few hours ago. You block your phone again, going back to staring at the ceiling.

You spend a good ten minutes starting at the ceiling. You grab your phone, texting him to come to your place.

He answers quickly, telling you that he'll be there in a few minutes. You get out of bed to go see if your uncle was home or if he was at work.

You check the house, thankful that you are alone. That way it was easier for you to talk with him without having to check if someone was hearing you.

You sit down on the couch, waiting for him to show up. You just stare at nothing, mind in blank for the first time since your friend left.

You hear your phone, it was a text from him telling you that he was outside. You take a deep breath before walking to the door.

"Buenas!" He says, giving you a hug. "I got you your favorite cookies."

"Thanks." You smile, kissing his cheek. You hug him hard, giving him a kiss on his shoulder. "How are you?"

"Good," you whisper, grabbing his hands and pulling him towards the stairs. You wanted to talk to him in your room.

"How was the beach?" He asks you. "I tried calling you, but it was off."

"I know, it was acting weird." You lie, sitting on your bed. "I need to-" You try to say, being interrupted by him.

"You have no idea how fun that trip was. My mom was so sad you weren't there because Aurora and her went out to a museum."

"Yeah, maybe next time." You whisper. "I really need to-"

"And Fermin's girlfriend asked me about you. I told her < oh, she's studying > and also Pedri asked about yo-"

"Pablo!" You call him. "Please, hear me out."

That's the first time he noticed your red Puffy eyes and how nervous you look. He frowns, worried about your state.

"What's wrong? Are you okay? Were you crying?" He asks.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself before speaking. You stay quiet for a while, taking some deep breaths.

"Joder, you are scaring me."

"That day my friend and I went to the beach, I was telling her how I've been sensible to some smells, how I was trying this weird food combinations. She asked me to come with her, and we drove to a pharmac-"

"Are you sick?" He asks, worried about you. "Does anything hurt? Do you need me to get you some medicine? Take to the hospital? The ER."

"I'm not sick, I jus-"

"Was is a stomach bug or something?"

"No, liste-"

"Joder, maybe that food we ate the night before I went to Madrid."

"Pablo!" You groan, he was making you even more nervous. "Liste-"

"We can go to the doctor, want me to call and schedul-"

"I'm pregnant."

It's the way the color of his face dissappear, the way his body paused. How his mouth got shut and his lips are now in a tin line.

He's just looking at you, not saying anything. You can't help but cry, the overwhelming feeling it's consuming you.

"Pablo." You call him tying to get his attention, but his expression didn't change. He was paralyzed.

You try to grab his hand, and that's when he comes back to reality. He moves away from the bed. He doesn't say anything.

He's just standing up in the middle of the room. You don't say anything else, the silence in the room is unbearable.

He turns, grabbing his sweater and walking out of your room. You again don't say anything, hearing the front door being shut.

You throw yourself at the bed, your head hurts from everything that just happened. You grab the covers and cover yourself entirely.

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You look at Gavi's post on Instagram, he was active and acting like normal while going no contact with you.

It's been two weeks since the last time you spoke. That was the same night you told him you were pregnant.

You haven't told anybody else, not even your parents and uncle. Only three people knew about it, Gavi, your friend and you.

Your uncle asked if you were okay, noticing how you were all day in your room and became more picky with food.

The reality was that you don't know how to tell him what's going on. Mostly because he's so attached to Gavi, he sees him as his own child.

He became Gavi's safe space during the injury, someone he talked to, someone he cried to, and someone who was there for him.

You don't want to be the responsible one by breaking that bond they created. You don't want to be resented by any of them for making them separate ways.

"Are you sure you are okay?" He asks one more time. "Is it your period? I notice you are kind of pale, or maybe vitamins, I have some there."

Vitamins.

"I think I do need vitamins." You think for a moment, placing your hand on your stomach. "I'll go to the doctor, don't worry."

You take your phone, searching for a good OBGYN in the area. You need to have an ultrasound and maybe even get on prenatal vitamins.

"Eat, please." Your uncle scolds you. "You are becoming very picky with food. The other day I noticed you barely touched your chicken alfredo. That's one of our favorites."

You take one look at the food, feeling nauseous already. You don't want to look suspicious so you take the fork and place the food on your mouth.

"Delicious, right?" He asks.

It took everything in you to not gag in front of him. You take the glass of water, drinking the piece of food.

"Amazing." You smile, feeling your mouth water. "Can I finish this in my room? I have to finish this homework."

"Go on, by the way, I'm going with Balde. He asked me earlier, and I just read his message, so I'll go right now."

You nod, thanking him for the food. You move upstairs quickly, trying to calm down the urge to vomit.

"I'm fucked." You yell into your pillow.

You stayed in your room while your uncle was still home. You wanted to go back to the kitchen to eat something that didn't make you vomit.

When that happens, you check the fridge looking for the strawberries. You grab the box, sadly for you there were only three in there.

You grab your keys and wallet, ready to go to the store and get your food. You grab a sweater before leaving the house.

You open the door just before Gavi knocks on it. You pause for a moment, not knowing what to say.

"Can we talk?" It feels weird to even hear his voic. It's been some time since you hear it. "Where are you going?" He asks.

"To the store." You point to the street. "I'm hungry, and the food my uncle made it's making me nauseous."

He nods, following your lead as you walk to the store that's close to your house. You don't say anything, and neither he does.

He's wearing a hoodie that covers part of his head and face. He's used to going out like that anyway, even if it's at night he will wear glasses and a hoodie.

You pick three packages of strawberries, putting them on your basket. You walk in silence to the condiment aisle, picking a package of mustard.

You know it sounds disgusting, but you crave it so much. You gain a new craving as soon as you see the Brussels sprouts, picking a big jar of them.

You walk around the store, trying to see if you might crave something else. Some products made it to the basket.

Pablo is looking at you from behind, he's judging everything you place on the basket. He's wonders if you are picking random stuff or if you have a plate in mind.

You finally walk to the candy area, picking some sour gummies and some honey candy. You turn to see Gavi, waiting for him to pick something too.

He grabs a bag of his favorite candy, putting the candy on the basket. The silence that you share is less uncomfortable now, but still hold some tension from your side.

You walk to the register, feeling like you are forgetting something. You place everything on the self pay service.

"Ay, mi cereal." You say, remembering what you wanted. "I forgot." You pout.

"I'll go grab it." He says, signaling you to wait for him.

You scan the rest of the items while he's looking for your cereal. When he's back, you scan the products.

You reach for your wallet, taking your card out, but Gavi is quicker and uses his phone to pay for the stuff.

"I was going to pay." You argue, you don't like when he doesn't let you pay for anything. It makes you feel some type of way. "Thank you."

He helps you with the bags, walking back home in silence. You are the one following his lead now.

When you make it home, you go straight to the kitchen, grabbing different bowls. You wash the products that need to be washed and open others to placen them in the bowls.

"Why are you mixing that?"

"I've been throwing up almost everything, I found out that this is somehow tolerable for me, so I try to eat more than just one thing to get full."

He nods, not understanding but not judging... or maybe just a little bit of judgment.

"I thought you weren't coming back." You say, grabbing a fork. "You didn't call or answer any calls. I thought that it was a silent goodbye."

"I wouldn't."

You nod, eating your food while looking at the plate and not at him. You don't know where to begin the conversation about the elephant in the room.

"I-"

"Loo-"

You smile a little, finding funny how you two started at the same time. "You go first." You say.

He sighs, nervous about this whole thing. "Venga, que la he cagado al irme de aquí y no haber llamado. I was shocked, I tried to focus on finding the right words, but I don't think I'll find them." (Look, I fucked up by leaving and not call)

"You really scared me." You say to him.

He walks around the counter, arms hugging your body from behind. "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. We are doing this together."

You let a sigh, it felt like the weight you were holding inside was finally out of your shoulders.

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"I am terrified of the day we have to tell my uncle, he is going to be so mad."

"Tell me about it. He's going to kill me and break my knee again." He jokes, making you smile. "I'm honestly shitting myself just at the thought of talking to my parents."

"My mom is going to kill me, and my uncle might ask me to leave." You whisper to yourself.

You already ran every possibility in your head. You can't help but feel anxious about every little thing.

"I need to find an OBGYN." You say. "I already google it, but there's like thousands, I don't even know what to do."

He doesn't even know what to do either, he's confused, scared, he can't quite still believe that it's happening.

"Maybe my mom can help you with that." He suggests.

"After today, I think she will hate me."

"Qué va, my mom loves you. She's going to be mad at me, but you'll be fine."

You just nod, sitting on the couch. You two are waiting for Gavi's parents to arrive, they were coming from Sevilla, thinking this was going to be a normal meeting with you two.

You two stay in silence, something that's becoming new between you. Gavi always had something to say, something to share or something to express.

Now it's like you don't even know how to address each other, or maybe it's just the whole situation that makes you feel this way.

You feel your stomach drop when the sound of keys and laughing was heard coming from the front door.

You look at him, the same worried expression he's been carrying for days is there on his face. This time you notice it was even worse.

You two stand up, greeting the Paez when they walk through the door. Belen hugged you, greeting you.

You can't explain why, but when you return the hug, you cling onto her. It's like you needed that hug more than anything.

Maybe it was because your mom wasn't there, maybe because you feel scared, maybe because this news might change everything between you two.

"Oh, love." She giggles. "Are you okay?"

You realize what you are doing, separating and noticing Gavi and his father looking at you with a curious expression.

"Yeah, I just missed you two so much." You giggle, going to hug his dad. "How are you? How was the flight?"

"It was good, very calm." Pablo sir answered. "We are going to leave this in the room and we'll be back."

Pablo waits for his parents to go upstairs, turning to you. He noticed how you hugged his mom.

"Are you okay?"

"Just nervous." You smile, moving to the kitchen to take the food of the containers, placing them on plates.

You hear his parents joining, asking him questions about the training, about the games, the season.

Belen helped you with the plates, asking you about your classes. You give her short answers, trying to avoid her eyes.

When you all sit down, you can tell that Belen knows something is going on. She keeps looking at you and then at Gavi.

You zoned out the majority of the conversation. You're thinking about everything you need to do. Telling his parents is one thing, telling your family, you have classes, you have a lot of responsibilities.

Pablo is also thinking of everything that is about to happen. Maybe his parents won't get mad, maybe they'll be happy and they will congratulate him.

"We have to tell you guys something." He says, interrupting his parents' talk. "It's kind of important."

You can hear your heart on your ears, your hands getting sweaty and your stomach hurting.

Pablo thought what he was going to say, in his mind it was all planned and reharsed, but it wasn't that easy as he picture it.

"Vale, we -"

He's trying to connect the dots, maybe if he starts with a story it will be better. Maybe being straightforward, maybe not.

"I-"

You take the hand he has on his lap. You can't even find some words to help him complete the announcement.

His parents think it's about to be something silly, so they wait for him to say it. Maybe a team is trying to get him signed up, maybe it's about his injury.

"Pero venga, Gavi." His father laughs. "Say it!"

Gavi sighs, there's no way to say this, so he's about to rip the bandaid.

"Y/n's pregnant."

The smile on his father's face is gone, it's now replaced by a frown. His mom is pale, making you remember the moment you told Pablo.

Pablo let go of your hand, he covers his face while groaning. He feels stupid for announcing him so wrong.

"Are you sure about it?" Belen asks. "Have you seen a doctor?" She asks you.

"No, I haven't been to one." You answer, you don't look at her face but at the table. "I did take three pregnancy tests, and all of them were positive."

"Why don't you take her to your doctor?" Pablo sir says, his face is in his hands. "Do you have a plan?" He asks Gavi.

Pablo shrugged, he doesn't even know what to expect. "I haven't really thought about it." He says, making his father angry.

"You haven't thought about it? Pablo, you are so irresponsible. This is not a game strategy or a pass of the ball."

"Joder, I know." He argues.

You place your hand on his arm, trying to get him to shut up and not argue his dad. He looks at you and the back at his dad.

"When did you find out?" Belen asks.

"Three weeks ago."

"Three weeks, Pablo!" His dad argued with him. "You knew about this three weeks ago and didn't tell us."

Belen gets up, walking to your side and grabbing your arms. You let Gavi and his dad argue while she takes you upstairs.

"Don't worry, they sometimes do that." She jokes, trying to make you light up. "I can call my Doctor, she's the one I see when I'm here in Barcelona."

You nod, "Thank you, really." You whisper to her.

She smiles, she fixes your hair while looking at you. "Don't worry, It's okay." She hugs you.

She asks you to sit on the bed while she picks her phone. You can still hear Gavi and his dad talking, sometimes you hear them argue and that worries you.

"Okay, yes." Belen walks back into the room. "Is tomorrow at 10 fine?" She asks.

You nod at her, knowing that even if you were busy, you were going to make the time to go. You excuse yourself, walking to Gavi's room.

You sat on his bed for a while, waiting for the water to calm. You know he is on the second floor because you can hear him talking to his mom.

You can't make up the words they are saying, but by the tone of voice his mother has is obviously not a so nice conversation.

He walks into the room, slamming the door behind him. He joins you in bed, his breathing is very agitated.

"Una mierda, eh?" He chuckles.

You lay in bed, his head next to yours. You turn to look at him, his long lashes look wet, matching with his red eyes.

"Are you okay?" You ask, turning your body to the side to face him better. He does the same, turning his body to face you.

"I just want to sleep, that's all." He smiles, scanning your features. "Are you?"

"I mean, I didn't get yelled at." You smile, making him smile too. "Can you take me home? I think it's better if you have some time alone with your parents."

He nods, getting up from the bed. He stretches his hand to where you are, helping you stand up. You go for a hug, needing it more than ever.

"Let's go." He says, separating and walking to the door. You follow him downstairs, finding Belen sitting on the couch. "I'll be back, I'm dropping her off."

"We have that appointment tomorrow, don't you want to stay here so we can go together?"

You were about to answer, but Pablo did it first. "I can pick her up tomorrow and take you to the doctor."

Belen smiles. "Oh, you are taking us, because you are coming too."

"Pero Ansu and I are going to this event in the morning." He argues.

"Good thing you can call him and cancel. This event is more important." She says while reading her book.

Pablo doesn't say anything, he looks at you for an answer. You shrug, "I can stay." You say, making him nod, turning and going back upstairs.

You wish Belen a good night, going back upstairs. When you enter his room, you see him texting angry on his phone.

"Can I borrow a shirt?" You ask, tapping on his nose. "Sorry about your event, tho." He just nodded, not answering your question. You frown, he's not one to give you a silent treatment. "Pabs, are you okay?"

"Joder, que si." He snaps, looking at you. "Grab the shirt or whatever."

It was the first time he ever snapped at you, the first time he uses his anger towards you when it comes to answering.

You just walk to the closet, not wanting for him to get more mad or snap again. You had some spare clothes there but nothing to sleep on.

You steal one of his oversized shirts, changing inside of the closet. You fold your clothes, not wanting to make a more mess.

You block your phone after setting an alarm, not waiting for Gavi to join you in bed. You just cover yourself with the blankets, wanting to sleep already.

You answer Aurora's text, telling her that you will call her after the appointment and explain everything.

Belen, Gavi and you are in the waiting room. Waiting for your turn to go inside with the doctor.

You hear the nurse call your name, signaling you to follow her. You tap Gavi on the head, making a sign for him to follow you.

The nurse asked you some basic questions before the doctor joined you. You feel weird answering some of the questions in front of Gavi's mother.

When the doctor walked in, she asked you a few more questions. Gavi wasn't really paying attention, he was in another world.

When you lay down to get the ultrasound, you don't know what to do with your hands. You grab the edge of the bed, feeling anxious about the results.

Belen noticed this, she placed her hand on top of yours. It was a reassuring to you, you grab her hand too.

"Okay, look at this." The doctor says, showing you the screen. If you were overthinking your words before, you are now completely speechless.

The doctor was talking, but you can't pay attention to anything she's saying. You are too busy looking at the image of the clear baby on the monitor.

The doctor keeps talking, you just nod. You feel all the emotions at one, it's like the cast of Inside Out.

"Can we hear the heartbeat?" You ask, interrupting the doctor. "Please."

You look over at Pablo, he was paying full attention too. The little drum sound is making your heart feel full in a weird way.

The doctor helps you clean the gel, giving you some pictures of the ultrasound and giving you a prescription for prenatal vitamins and other pills.

Pablo walks over to you, looking again at the pictures on your hand. You look over at him, passing your arms around him. His arm goes around your waist too.

"You need to come back in a month, it's going to be a monthly checking. The only exception is the last month we will have to see you twice that month."

"Let's schedule that." You say to the doctor. You give Gavi a kiss on the cheek. "Let's go, pabs."

When you are done with the whole scheduling thing, Belen, Gavi, and you go back to the car. You needed to be careful because if anybody recognizes Gavi, it was going to be a problem.

You take a picture of the ultrasound, sending it to Aurora. She tells you that she's

Gavi dropped you home after that. You need to go to class and finish some projects. You left the pictures on the coffee table next to your phone, going upstairs to pick your things for class.

You grab your backpack and a new sweatshirt. When you walk downstairs, you find your uncle waiting for you.

You curse, noticing what he has on his hands. "Hey." You say, getting close to him. "Didn't see your car when I come in."

He stayed silent, just looking at you with narrowed eyes. You don't know what to say, so you chose to stay quiet.

You waited for him to give you a tongue lash, for him to do something. You stand behind the couch while he's sitting on the other one.

He just sighs, getting up hands you your phone and pictures. He gave you one last look and walked into the kitchen.

You want to leave and let things cool, but you are not even sure if there is anything to cool off. You walk after him, finding him washing some dishes.

"Do you have a plan?" He asks, turning the water off. "Does Gavi knows?"

"He does." You answer just the second question. "Are you not going to yell? Or I don't know, tell me that I'm dumb?"

"Noup," He smiles. "I'm not yelling, I'm not name calling you or anything. I am disappointed, very much, tho."

"I'm sorry." You say to him.

"I'm going to have a sesion with Pablo today." He tells you, grabbing his phone and walking out. "I'll talk to him, but like I said, I won't yell."

You can't even say goodbye because he left so quickly. You know he's mad, but he's trying to control himself as hard as he can.

You text Gavi, letting him know that your uncle knows and that he wants to talk to him. You ask him to let you know what was said.

You can't concentrate on your classes, you check your phone every few seconds to see if Gavi texted you.

Before the class finishes, he texted you that he would pick you up to talk. You are dying to know what was said to him.

You hurry to pick your things, saying goodbye to your friends and walking to the parking lot. "Hey" you smile at him as you open the door. "How was your training?"

Gavi gives you a kiss, saying hi to you. You can tell he's off. You want to ask, but you don't know if he might react like he did in his room.

"It was good, my team won." He says, no emotion on his face. "I also had recovery, but not with your uncle."

"Why?"

"He asked not to be my physio anymore." He shrugs. "He told me that for now, it's better for me to be with someone else." He pouts.

"Did he say something else?" You ask, wondering why that drastic decision.

"He just congratulated me."

You understood the reason, he wanted to punish Gavi by leaving him to the side. Even when Gavi can go with anybody because he's not following a routine.

He wanted Gavi to feel the anger he felt by giving him the cold shoulder. Thing that you know will affect Gavi more than he cares to admit.

You can tell he's mad by the way he's holding the wheel, by the way his breathing is heavy and the fact that he's quiet.

"I can talk to him if you want." You say, trying to find a way to fix this. "I'm sure he will hear me."

"No, que va." He chuckles. "He doesn't want to see me, ni en pintura eh."

"He's mad at me, and he's taking it on you."

"Vale, pues de puta madre entonces." (Okay, fucking fine then)

"Gavi, don't be like this. I'm telling you that I'll try to fix it."

"How am I being? I'm just saying that vale, de puta madre that this is happening."

"Si, si, vale, vale." You say, trying to stop the disagreement. "Can you drop me home?"

You roll your eyes at him, he's been more moody than before. You sometimes want to carry a spray bottle and spray him to calm him down.

The drive is silent, you don't like to feel this tense. He's quiet, the only sound is the music he's playing on the car.

When he drops you home, you turn to look at him. He's not moving his head from the road. You just sigh, getting off.

"I'll try to talk to him." You say before closing the door. "I'm so-"

"Can you close the door? The air-conditioned is getting off." You feel a big anger, looking at him for a few seconds. "Y/n, close the door."

You smile, opening the door a little bit more. You then pushed the door closed so hard you feel the whole car shaking.

You walk back inside your house, you slam the front door too. Mad at everything you have in front of you.

Your uncle, who was home already, walked out of the kitchen. "Don't slam my door." He says pointing at you.

"I'll slam whatever I want." You say to him, walking upstairs.

You hit the trifecta by slamming the door of your room. You got into bed mad, wanting to sleep and woke up with everything fixed.

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You and Pablo were sitting down on the couch. You were listening to Belen talking about all the things you need to start buying.

"Do we really need to prepare a room?" Pablo asks, confused with all the information. "If it's going to sleep with her for like a year."

"It's not an it." Aurora says to him, throwing a pop corn at him. "Also, are you expecting her to have her own room or something? Or why is the baby going to sleep only with her?"

"No, you guys will need to help each other as much as I can." Belen says. "I know that's going to be a lot for you Pablo, we all know how much you love your sleep."

"Vale, we need two of everything then." He says to you. "One for your house and one for here."

"Two cribs? That's a lot." You say, thinking of where you are going to place it. "Maybe that can stay here."

Belen and Aurora look at each other and then at you. Belen sighs, she wants to laugh but she won't.

"Vale, I'm going to have to explain a lot more than I thought." She whispers to Aurora. "You won't need two of everything. Once you move in, you need to set up a room where the baby is going to be. The baby might not sleep there for a few months, or maybe you want the baby to sleep there right away, depens on you, but you need to set up a space where you can have the clothes, the diapers, the things you'll get."

You nod, understanding better now. You talked with Pablo about what to keep at your place and what to keep at his place.

But now that you think about it, it does sound so dumb. You don't need two places, you need one for him, the baby and you.

"You haven't thought about that?" Aurora asks.

"Perdona, about what?" You ask, going back to reality.

"Names, any name you like?"

You think for a moment, you have some names since you were a little girl. You also tried to think if maybe you could combine a family name with another name, but you didn't like it.

"Like if it's a girl, do you have anything in mind?" Belen asks.

"I like Martina." You say, smiling. "It's the girl version of your middle name."

"I like Pablo." He says. You try not to make a face, but it's hard. "What?"

"Nothing," you lift your hands. "It's just that your father is Pablo Paez, you are Pablo Paez, do we really need a third?"

"Joder, vale." He thinks for a moment. "Samuel."

"Oh, I like Samuel." Aurora says. "If you are taking suggestions, I like Mauro."

"I like Mauro too." Pablo says, smiling. "Martina is cute." He says,

"Pamela." Belen says, thinking about names. "That's a cute name."

You let them continue the conversation, you take a look at your notebook. Thinking about all the things you need to buy.

You move upstairs, checking the room that's next to Pablo's room. It was a game room for him now, but it was the only available room that he had.

You close the door, turning to his room. You are examing it, you will need to get rid of the chair he has. He loves that chair, he uses it to watch movies.

"What are you doing here?"

"Just thinking." You say, turning your head to him.

"Want to help me pack for Germany?" He asks, smiling. You nod, giving him a hug while you walk to the closet.

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"Look at this." You show to Aurora over FaceTime. It was a cute baby shirt with some fish over it. "So cute."

"When are going to know what it is?"

"This Friday, I'm so excited about it." You smile, placing a hand over your tummy.

"I want to ask, are you planning on finding out that day, or are you willing to let me throw you a gender reveal?"

You smile at her, "I would love that, but you know your brother won't be on board with that." You pout.

"I knew you would say that." She laughs. "So I think a good alternative that's 'Gavi safe', I can get some cupcakes, the filling on the inside will be the blue for boy or pink for girl."

"That's so smart, yes! I'll ask the doctor to send you the result."

"Let's hope Pablo doesn't ask the doctor to know the gender."

Your expression then changes, Pablo has told you that he won't be able to make it due to his practice time.

"He can't come, he's going to be practicing." You pout. "But now I won't have to find out alone, we can find out at the same time."

Aurora frowns. "He's not going?"

"He has practice, and I get it. I mean, he's been having long practices these past few days. With the game against Real Madrid, they want to win."

"Okay, I'll wait for the results, and I'll have the cupcakes delivered to you guys. Oh my Gosh, I'm so excited."

You continue with the shopping, talking with Aurora. You were picking stuff for the house as you walked.

When you return home, you find him sitting on the couch. "Hey, Pabs." You say, messing his hair. "I got you the chips you wanted." You say, waving the bag in your hands.

"Gracias." He says. "Sit down with me, I haven't seen you all day."

You nod, leaving quickly the things in the kitchen. You walk over to the couch, hugging Gavi.

"How was your day?" You ask him, giving him a kiss. "You smell so good."

"It's my new perfume." He lifts his eyebrows while smiling. "Do you like it?" He asks, kissing your cheek.

"Me encanta."

"If we have a boy, I'll get him a mini version of my perfumes. That way when we take him to the doctor, he'll make the nurse fall in love."

You smile, loving when he makes those little comments. "What if we have a girl?" You ask.

"We can get her the mini version of yours, but I'm sure she will love your bags. Either way she's going to have to love football as much as I do."

You grab his face to give him a kiss. "I'm sure the baby is going to grow loving football just like you, Pabs."

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"Y/n, are you here?" Pablo shouts, closing the entrance door of the house.

He walls inside, calling your name again. He goes to the kitchen after the third time.

He finds two cupcakes sitting down on the kitchen counter. He grabs one and starts eating it. He sits on the couch while looking at tik tok.

You walk back inside the kitchen half an hour later, finding him still on the couch. "Hola, guapo." You say, leaving your bag on the couch. "Hey why is your mouth blue?" You ask him.

"Hola." He says, smiling at you. "Is it? I don't know. I ate one of the cupcakes that were on the counter, maybe it's that."

Your heart jumps. "No!" You say, covering your mouth.

Pablo doesn't understand your reaction. You are jumping with a smile on your face. "Joder, I'm so confused right now."

"Pablo!" You say like it's obvious. "That cupcake was supposed to tell us the gender of our baby. It's a boy!" You throw yourself on his arms, hiding your head on his neck.

He doesn't know how to react. He's happy, that's for sure, but he's not sure if he should cry, maybe yell, or just stay quiet.

"I'm so happy." You say, still crying a little. "We need to call your parents and my mom."

You don't notice how he's a little dissociated from reality, you don't notice how he's barely even speaking or how he's not even smiling.

His parents do, they don't say anything, but they do notice this. They blame it on being tired or maybe being shocked.

You just notice how quiet he is until you are with him in his room. You look at him for a moment, wondering if maybe he's feeling bad or if something happened.

"Gavi." You call him, making him turn to you. "Are you okay?"

"Si, just thinking." He smiles, moving the blankets from your side. "Come to bed."

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"Mira," He calls your attention. "It's a crab." He smiles, showing you the plushie.

You smile at him, turning back your attention to the sales lady.

"I think this one will work for you. It's longer than the standard, and it has wheels. I'm sure you are going to use it for longer than the instructed time."

You were looking for a co sleep bed to go next to your bed. You took Pablo for him to give his opinion, but he was too busy picking plushies for the baby room.

"Do you have that one in black?"

"We do. Would you like me to add it to the bill?" She smiles.

"Si, gracias." You smile back, walking over to Gavi. "We just need to pick some clothes, and that's it."

"We can get him some matching shirts to match with me." He smiles, picking another plushy. "It's a dinosaur."

You feel tired today, maybe it's the baby not letting you sleep properly, maybe it's your clothes that feel uncomfortable, maybe it's him not taking this serious.

"Okay, let's go to the clothing area." You grab his hand, pulling him towards the end of the store.

You grab another basket, handing it to him. "Look, this has iron man on it." He smiles. "Let's take it."

"Pablo, that's for an older child."

"He's going to grow, right?"

You sigh, not wanting to pick another fight with him. "Yes, he's growing. Take whatever you want." You walk away from him, to the right section of the clothing area.

You have been having some fights with Gavi, it wasn't as easy as people say. He has been very uninterested with everything, picking fights with you.

You sometimes feel like you are doing this all alone, picking the crib, researching information, taking this seriously.

Especially after he came back with the National Team. You feel like you are walking on eggshells around him. You thought it was just something to do with them losing or maybe it was because he's frustrated.

Yet the whole time he was on vacations he had this long face that made you feel frustrated. You try talking to him, try to give him space, and try to make him know you are there for him.

However, nothing worked. He was in his own world while you were trying to make sure you have everything you need to prepare yourself for the baby arrival.

Now that he is playing again, he's been in a better mood. Training definitely helps him, and it makes him more relaxed.

"Look at this." He shows you a baby shirt that matches one he has on his closet. "We can get you one and match."

You were about to answer when you feel a Braxton Hick, making you whine in pain. You've been experiencing them and they hurt like hell.

"You okay?"

You take a few breaths, grabbing his arm to stay steady. "Si, just give me a minute."

You give him a hug, trying to calm down your breathing like the doctor taught you to do. He tries to help, imitating your breathing as you go.

"What are you doing?" You ask, separating once the pain stops.

"Following your breathing." He answers, worried about you. "Are you better now?"

You nod, going back to the hug. You haven't felt this close to him in a while. You miss it so much and you really hope for it to change.

"Want to go home? I think we have enough."

"Yeah, enough plushies and enough three year old shirts." You joke, grabbing the shirt on his hands. "We need onesies, we need those small pairs of socks, we need something that fit our baby."

"Wait, how big is the baby going to be?"

You chuckle, you can't even be mad. "I can assure you it's not going to be big enough for him to wear this."

"Vale, pero, is it going to be small then?"

You grab the shirt he has and pick a newborn size onesie to compare. You hold both in front of him so he sees the difference.

"Joder, this small?"

He grabs the onesie, holding it to observe it. He can't believe babies can be this small. He thought babies were somehow bigger and that maybe his mom was joking saying that they need too much care.

You two continue with buying this you needed for another hour or so. Enough time to check more things you needed out of the list.

Pablo needed to go to training. He has a very busy weekend, specially since tomorrow is a big day for the team.

Vacation is over, and he needs to get in shape to get back to being on the first eleven list and not on the bench anymore.

He knows it's a slow process, so he's doing everything he can to re gain the trust of the culers and the trust of the team.

He has the team on his side, that was for sure. However, he feels like he needs for them to not only say it but to show it.

The sales lady tells you that she will send the bassinet, crib, the dresser and everything to your house.

You thank her, grabbing the bags of clothing and plushies. Thanks to Pablo there were more bags than ever.

After leaving you at home and helping you with the bags, he leaves for training. He gives you a kiss goodbye before exiting the door.

During training, not everyone in the team knows he's going to be a dad. The only ones are his closest friends.

He told Ansu, Balde and Lamine once during an after training reunion. He did it cause he didn't know exactly what to feel.

But he definitely knows other players know, they just don't say anything to him. He knows Ferran knows because Pedri and Fermin went to visit him when he was down.

When they entered his house, they found some baby things. They didn't really think it was his, maybe a little cousin or something. Pablo told them because he thought they knew, so now they know.

He knows that Eric knows because Ferran knows, and that's because Pedri knows. He knows that Casado knows because Hector knows because Lamine knows.

He told Hansi, he needed to know. He was going to need a day off or maybe two. He doesn't know that Hansi talked about it with the technical team.

When he did, Ter Stegen heard, and if he knows, then Lewandowski knows, meaning that if Lewandowski knows that means Frenkie knows, and also Christensen.

He's just waiting for them to either say it, and they are waiting for him to say it. It was a never-ending circle they created.

Obviously, Ferran was going to be the one to break it.

"Ey, Gavi." He calls him, making him turn. "I have something for you."

Pedri and Eric look from their cars. Pedri is nervous, he think that Gavi is going to be furious, but Ferran thinks it will be cute to give something to him.

"I heard the news," Ferran grabs the bag from his passenger seat. "I think you'll like it. Say hi to your girlfriend for me, and congratulations, hermano."

Gavi takes the bag with a frown. He opens the bag finding a cute barca baby jersey with his number on it.

Ferran is ready for any reaction, he honestly doesn't care about it. He wants to do something nice for Gavi, however he takes it it's on him.

"Gracias, hermano." Gavi smiles, giving Ferran a hug. "I'll show this to her as soon as I get home."

"We need to do a party for you." Ferran laughs, always being the one planning events. "Something light, we all can give you a gift. Not me cause I just did, but the rest can."

"No, que va." Gavi chuckles. "Thanks for this, but I'm keeping it quiet while it lasts."

"Vale, if you change your mind, tell me."

Gavi hugs Ferran goodbye. He texts you that he will go with Ansu before going home. He needed to talk about some things.

Ansu, Balde and Lamine welcome him with a perfect idea. They were all going to S'Agaró in Costa Brava.

They wanted to invite Gavi to go. It will take place during the free day Hansi mentioned they have.

"I don't think my parents are going to be happy about it. They are coming home, so my dad and I can build the crib."

"Joder, I keep forgetting you soon will be changing diapers." Balde says.

"Going to smell like baby cream and shit." Lamine laughs.

Gavi doesn't laugh with them, he's just frowning. "Vale, callaos' ya."

"Let's go, just tell your girlfriend you will take a trip to go to an event and that's it."

"Vaya mierda con ustedes," Gavi sighs. "If I say yes are going to stop?"

"Sip." Lamine says.

"Vale, I'll tell my parents to come later because I'll need to go to an event."

"Venga! That's the Gavi I know." Lamine yells, giving him a hug.

Gavi spends some time with them, wanting to decompress from the training and from the long day he had.

After they joked, after they played some fifa, he went back home with you. He grabs the gift Ferran gave him, wanting to show it to you.

"Guapa!" He calls once he's inside. "Where are you?"

"Upstairs." You shout from upstairs.

"I got something to show you." He walks upstairs to where you are. He finds you ordering some of the clothes you got earlier. "Here, from Ferran."

You grab the bag, finding a Gavi jersey. "This is so cute." You smile, looking at the cute jersey. "Ferran gave this to you?"

"He did, Pedri told him about the baby, and he gave us this."

"His first jersey!" You pout, placing it on your tummy. "Oh, me encanta. Say thank you for me, please."

"Will do." He smiles, opening the bag of plushies and taking them out.

"Are you nervous about tomorrow's game? You are going to start with the Espanyol."

"Qué va, me los como con patatas." He smirks. (Not at all, I will beat them up)

You stretch your arm, handing out your hand for him to take it. You squish it, making him know that you are there for him.

"Oye, flick is going to give us the Thursday off because some of the media team want to film some content with a select group of players for the Barca One app. Instead, we will go to an event, I'll text my parents for them not to come until next week."

"Perate, this Thursday?"

"Si, I'll be gone all day probably."

"We have a doctors appointment this Thursday."

He hummed, not really interested in it. "Vale, but this is an event."

"And this is our kid."

He rolls his eyes, leaving the plushies on a small pile next to the clothes. He gets up from the floor, not wanting to talk about it.

"Pablo!"

"You don't need me for it." He says before leaving the room.

You stand up, already tired of the nonsense he's talking about. You have put up with too much of him acting like you are the only responsible one.

"I do need you there." You say, grabbing his arm. "I want you there!"

"It doesn't matter, you can go alone. I have this event." He moves his arm away from you. "It's just a regular appointment."

"Pablo, this is the third time you miss it. All I'm asking is you to be there, please."

You don't believe yourself, you are begging him to be there. You feel your dignity getting lost in the process of doing so.

"I already confirmed." He shrugs, paying attention to the phone. "And don't be dramatic, you can go alone."

You stand there alone, feeling a burning sensation in your tummy. Mostly because you are trying not to yell at him, but the anger is there.

"Do you need something?" He asks, a very evil tone.

You throw the baby jersey at his face, not thinking twice about it. You walk back to the baby room, slamming the door shut.

"Fucking idiot." You whisper, seating on the recliner you have there. The only piece of the baby room that you have. "Are you as mad as I am?" You ask your baby, getting a kick in response. "I know, but don't worry, my love. Hopefully, you get the intelligence of mami."

You like to speak to your belly, it's something people say it's good to do. You like to feel the kicks because that means he is answering.

"We don't need him, anyways." You say, more to yourself, wiping the tear that's rolling on your cheek. "We are going to have a blast after the appointment, I promise we are getting a chocolate milkshake."

You block your phone, trying to ignore the article. It was everywhere around the culers. You feel sad that he would prefer to go with his friends than to be here with you.

The appointment doesn't go well, you are too distracted. You feel bad that you let this get in the way of what really matters, your baby.

You don't want to see anybody, but with the wonderful luck you are carrying, Pablo's family came as a surprise.

They wanted to help you with the room even when Pablo was at "an event". Pablo's father and Javi helped you with the crib, the dresser, and the co-sleeping bassinet.

You were thankful to them, they hace been the only real support you have got during this time. You feel sad that Pablo prefers to be with his friends instead of you.

"Are you okay?" Auror asks, noticing your sad eyes and quiet mood.

You don't want to say anything, what for? For his parents to be mad at him? It's not worth the trouble.

"I get tired easily." You say. "Thanks for the help, I really appreciate it."

"I know about Pablo." She whispers, not wanting her parents to know about it. "Javi showed me."

You did your best all day with not letting your hormones betray you, but as soon as Aurora mentioned that, it's like a big wave of everything.

Aurora moves next to you, embracing you in her arms. You needed that hug, you needed the cry that's happening right now.

You have been hiding your feelings, trying to excuse his behavior for the sake of peace. You have crossed all the lines you promise yourself to never cross.

"I'm so tired." You sob, trying to catch your breath. "I have done everything, Aurora. Everything. I understand that he's still adapting to the news, I understand that we are young and that Everything it's going to change, but I can't understand why he prefers to be out there with his friends and not with me."

"He's just dumb." Aurora says, wiping your tears. "He's a boy, he doesn't understand what.ypu are going through."

"It's like he doesn't care, and it makes me feel so stupid."

"Don't, this is his fault, nothing to do with you."

"I have had four doctors' appointments, four." You say, showing her four fingers. "And he only came to the first one because your mom made him come. I feel so alone doing this."

"You are not. We are here, and even if Pablo is not, we are."

You hug her again, trying to calm your cries. You know this is not good for the baby, but you need it so bad.

"I have an idea. What if we go get an ice cream? You love ice cream."

You feel a kick, laughing a little. "He says yes." You smile.

You wash your face and take a few deep breaths before going downstairs with the rest of them. You see Gavi's parents checking some instructions for something they have to build.

"Oh, honey." Belen says, noticing your puffy eyes. "Are you okay?"

"She was just crying about the little clothes." Aurora says, trying to save you from answering. "We were talking about the out of the hospital change she needs to take with her for the baby."

"Oh, honey." She laughs, giving you a hug. "I cried when I packed Aurora's, so I understand."

You thank Aurora when you two are alone. She knows you don't want to make this into something bigger.

She knows you try your best to keep quiet, even when you don't say it, she can tell it. Javi has notice too, but he doesn't want to argue or create a problem.

Aurora convinced her parents to go to a restaurant after you asked her to do so. You needed to talk to Pablo in private, and you know you can't do that if his parents are here.

When he walks in, a nice tan, a toasted hair, he walks inside with this happy face. You are in bed, reading some magazine.

He walks over to you, he murmurs a hi. He pulls your shirt up, his hand goes to your bump. He does this thing where he taps his finger on your bump, waiting for the baby to kick where he taps.

When he gets the reaction that he wants, he smiles, giving your bump a kiss. "Hola, amor." He whispers to your bump.

You want not to be mad, you want to smile at how cute he looks doing that. If only, you think.

He tries to give you a kiss, but you turn your face. He frowns, not understanding why you did that.

"What's wrong?"

You look at him, checking him out. "How was your event?"

"Buen, nothing too fancy."

You nod, leaving your magazine on the nightstand. "Where was the event, again?"

"San Felíu, not too far."

You humm. "Was the event outside? You look tanned."

"Yeah, it was a good time."

"Yeah, I'm sure about it." You smile at him. "I know you had a good time. Especially in S'Agaró, on that yatch."

He doesn't say anything, his blank expression is comical to you. You are someone who loves his very expressive face, and seeing him so expressionless is funny.

"By the way, your parents are home, well not right now, they are out. The nursery is done, we have everything ready.

"I-"

"The baby is fine, the doctor says he's growing. We are going to talk about the birth plan on the next appointment." You interrupt him, not wanting to hear him.

"Listen,-"

"But don't worry." You interrupt him again. "I won't bother you again with coming to the remaining appointments. Like you say, I can go alone."

He sighs, nervous that you know everything. Nervous that you are telling him everything so direct and with this cold tone of voice.

"Amor, listen."

"I'm tired, Gavi." You confess. "I'm also done."

"Done with what?" He asks. "Amor, please, listen to me."

"I'm tired, Pablo." You say, moving the covers up your body and turning the light of the nightstand off. "Go shower."

"I fucked up when I lied yes, but don't be like this."

"Go shower." You repeat, turning to the other side.

"No!" He says, turning the lights on. "We need to talk."

"Oh, so now you want to talk." You laugh. "Well, I don't. So good night, Gavi."

He grabs the covers, pulling them off the bed. "We are talking."

You don't say anything, you just grab your pillow and your phone. Walking out of the room to the baby's room.

"A donde mierda vas?" He yells, walking behind you. (Where the fuck are you going)

"Away from you, imbecil." You yell back at him, trying to close the door, but he's stronger than you. "Go away, you psyco."

You don't hear the door that indicates that his family is back from the restaurant. When they hear the commotion upstairs, they all get worried.

"Vale, si, I lied." He continues to yell. "Why does it matter?"

You throw the pillow at him. "Eres bobo?" You ask, face probably red. "You left me alone for the third time, you have no idea how everybody looks at me with pity. Like I'm some-"

"What is going on in here." Belen asks, walking with his father. "Why are you too yelling."

"It's nothing." Gavi says, taking a deep breath.

"Nothing?" You whisper, scuffing at him. "Sure."

"Can you shut up?" He asks, turning back to you.

"No, I-" You feel very strong kick, making you stop arguing. You grab your bump, taking a deep breath.

Gavi's expression changes, his anger is now gone. "Y/n? He tries to get closer.

Gavi feels a hand grabbing his arm. It was his dad pulling him out of the room. He turns to you, still trying to calm down.

"What is wrong with you?" His father asks, closing the door. "Are you out of your mind?"

"Joder, I didn't start this fight."

His mother joins them after a moment. "She's fine." She says to his father. "What in the world is wrong with you?"

"Ah vale, I'm the bad one here."

"Pablo, don't act innocent." His mom says, tired already of his stupid games.

She doesn't know exactly what goes inside of his head, if he ever feels bad about what he's doing, if maybe he thinks that this is right because someone told him too.

"You haven't been to three appointments." She reminds him, something he feels everybody wants to do these days. "Pablo, this is not a game. You are about to have a kid."

"Pero vale, I don't feel like I need to change my life if the baby isn't here. I can figure it out once it's here."

His parents look at each other, disappointment is the only feeling they have.

"You need to stop this, Pablo." His father sighs. "You act as if this is a joke, you really need to understand that you are no longer going to hace the freedom."

"But why?"

"I'm not doing this tonight." He says, walking out of that room.

"Pablo, valora a esa niña." She says before leaving the room. "You are going to regret this if you don't." (Value this girl)

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"Want more bacon?" You uncle asks you, placing the plate full of bacon in front of you.

"This is the best breakfast ever, I never had that many bacon in my life."

He laughs, giving your head a kiss. "How's Gavi? Is he treating you well?"

"Yeah, we are fine."

No, you are not. He's been sleeping in the guest room since the last fight you had. You two barely speak to each other.

"I've seen him during some recovery sessions, we talked a little."

You feel bad about putting a distance between Pablo and your uncle. He loves Gavi as his own child, even when he doesn't have one yet. It was obvious Gavi felt hurt that he took his distance.

"That's amazing, you two really needed that."

"Yeah, how's the baby?"

"Oh, he's amazing. The doctor says he's growing."

"Do you have a name?"

"Not yet."

False, you do have a name YOU like, but Gavi has a name that HE likes. So you are in between names.

"Crazy, I helped your mom pick your name like two hours before you were born."

"I know, you tell me that once a year minimum."

"Love that story." He smiles, thinking about it. "I'll tell that to your baby as soon as I meet him."

You laugh, missing the morning talks with him before going to college or when you had a free day.

"You should crash over some nights, we can watch the new season of love island."

"I love that idea, I really miss coming here, being in my room, talking to you."

You do miss this, the calmness of home, how you don't feel the uncomfortable silence when a fight happens.

You don't say it out loud to anybody, not even to your closest friend, but you regret agreeing to live with him.

You regret letting his family get so involved to the point that his relationship with his parents is fractured.

You feel like you have a little bit of blame, you are the one who let them in and who told them the things that made them fight.

You come from a broken family, your parents never really got along after a few years of marriage.

You grew up in between fights and yelling. You don't want that for your baby. You always craved the need of a family.

You wanted to be able to have a loving and caring family that makes your son feel secure and loved.

That's something that keeps you up all night. You don't know if things are going to change between Gavi and you.

His mother says he's going to change, that boys change as soon as they have the baby on their arms.

When you go back home, you find him eating cereal as dinner. You find it funny how he never thinks about a sandwich or something else.

You hate how cold his house feels, and you are not talking about temperature, but how cold it feels between you two.

"Do you want me yo make you something for dinner?" You ask him.

You know that one of you needs to give the first step. You are okay with doing it, if that gives you the peace you need to.

"Por favor." He says, looking at his plate. "Thank you."

You walk over to him, giving his head a kiss. "Do you want pasta?"

He nods, smiling at you. You mess his hair, moving to the kitchen to prepare something for him.

You serve the food in two plates, one for him and one for you. You place the plate in front of him.

You eat in silence, thing that you can't stand. It was like torture, you have him in front of you, yet you feel him so far away.

"How was your day?"

"Good, I score two goals, and my team won." He smiles, remembering how good training was. "You?"

"I visited my uncle, finished a project, and had a nap. It was good."

"I want a nap." He pouts. "Pedri says hi, he sent us a gift."

You smile, you like Pedri a lot. He was nice with you, same with Fermin and Ferran. They were some of Gavi's friends who happened to like you.

You are not sure about other players or friends of him. You sometimes think his now group is not so fond of you.

"Gavi, I really want this to work." You finally say, tired of the small talk. "I want us to work so we can give our son the family he deserves. We are young, yes, but I think if we both put a little effort, we can make this work."

Gavi nods, he want this to work too. He needed this to work, he doesn't want to be the absent dad or just be the useless partner.

He extends his arms, opening his hands for you to take them. "I want this to work too. Joder, es lo que más quiero."

"Let's just start to be better at communicating. We used to be able to tell each other when something wasn't right and if something was bothering us."

"I'm sorry, la he cagado and I can't excuse myself. I'm also sorry I yelled at you."

"I'm sorry I threw the jersey Ferran gifted us on the face."

"Eso me ha dolido como la mierda eh." He laughs (that hurted so fucking bad)

You got up, walking over to the other side of the table. You sit on his lap, arms around him as you kiss his cheek.

"Even if you make my head hurt, I love you."

"Ah, vale." He laughs. "Me too, I love you."

"I also ate all the cookies this morning." You confess.

"I know, I heard you."

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"Mira." Gavi says, showing you a book. "I got Pablito Jr this."

"You are Pablito Jr." You hit him on the head. "What's this about?"

"It's Pedri's book." He says, showing it to you. "Also, I'm not a junior."

"In my eyes, you are." You smile while reading the book. "This is so cute! Amor, papi got you a book. Sadly, I'm the only one who can read it to you because he didn't finish school."

Gavi is offended. "I finished school, with very good grades." He says, frowing and taking the book from your hands. "Want me to read it to you?"

"It's okay, Gavi." You say, placing your hand on his shoulders. "Junior and I know about your impediment."

"He's not Junior." He says, mad expression on his face.

You love teasing Gavi, he gets angry so easily. He stays with a frown for hours before finding the situation funny.

"I don't want to read it anymore." He says, handing you the book.

You laugh, earing a side eye from him. "Vale, vale, I'm sorry." You say, trying to catch your breath. "You get so mad, it's funny."

He leans over, cheek sticked to your belly. "Do you think that, Junior?"

You smile at the nickname, it was funny teasing him with the name he wants. You feel a kick, Gavi felt it too.

"Junior says yes." You whisper, combing his hair.

You stayed quiet, enjoying the light music you are playing. Gavi was humming the lyrics, making figures on your belly.

"We are not calling him Junior." He whispers.

You chuckle, "I want the baby to have your eyes." You whisper, thinning about what the baby would look like. "Also maybe your hair, I like your hair so much."

"You hear that Junior? She wants you to look like papi." He smiles proudly.

You roll your eyes, really enjoying how much the things have changed. You have worked on yourselves, you have worked on being honest to each other.

His parents noticed that too, he was different. He was interes in everything, learning slowly things he was going to be doing.

Belen taught you to change a diaper on a doll, Pablo somehow didn't sucked. He also learned that talking to the baby was something he was supposed to do.

As soon as he walks to the door, he starts talking to your belly. Telling him all the things that happened in training, during the match.

He even asked one of his cousins who has a baby to teach him how to hold a baby. You know he has done things you thought he would never.

He told the team the news, not wanting for it to feel like a secret, but as something normal. They all congratulate him, Ferran, Raphinha and Taia prepared you two a team baby shower.

You thank them for being so nice to you. Taia offered herself to help you with advice she would've loved to have, in her own words.

Gavi has mature into the situation. If you are someone close to him, you can notice the change. How even his way of speaking is different.

"Are you going to miss me?" He asks, walking over to you. "I'm going to miss you."

"I'll miss yo-"

"Y/n, can you excuse us?" He jokes with you. "This is a private conversation."

"Oh." You open your mouth. "Okay, Junior, and you can have your moment, don't mind me."

He looks up at you, pretending to sleep. He likes that you two can joke like the old times.

"Don't listen to mami, your name is not Junior." He says, placing a kiss to your skin. "Take care of mami, okay? I need you to be good with her, chaval. Don't keep her up that much because if you do, then she's mean to me."

"That's not true." You say to him.

"She's also nosy, you are going to learn about it in a few years, but she also makes the best pasta ever. Sadly, you have been fed with pickles and marshmallows."

You open your eyes, looking at him speak attentive to the words he's saying. You like to hear him talking.

"I'll miss you." He repeats, feeling the baby kick you. "I know, I promise I'll be back as soon as I can so we can be together."

You pout, not wanting to cry. The hormones don't help you, you let a few tears out but quickly whipping them.

"Let's sleep because tomorrow you need to catch a flight."

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You are sitting on the rocking chair, eating some popcorn as you read Pedri's book to the baby. You feel your phone vibrate next to you.

"It's papi." You say, pocking your belly. "Hola, guapo."

"Hola, how are you two?"

Gavi has been gone for a whole week, he had a game against Atletico de Madrid for the champions league and a La Liga game against Real madrid.

They got tied up against Atletico but won against Real Madrid. Gavi scored a goal, the culers were crazy about it. Wanting Gavi to return as strong as possible now that he's a starter again.

"We are reading," you smile, placing the small book down. "Are you on your way to the airport?"

"Actually, I want to tell you something." He nervously says.

"What is it?"

"Hansi gave us a few days off, and Ansu planned this mini trip as my last trip before the baby."

You frown, "Wait, you told me you were coming back as soon as the games were over."

"Ya se, but it's one last trip."

"Pablo, we are two weeks away from the due date." You remind him, thinking maybe he forgot about it.

"Nothing is going to happen, I'll be there in three day-"

"Three days?" You interrupt him, finishing the sentence as a question. "I'm not okay with this."

"You don't have to be, I am." He scuffs, closing his suitcase. "I'll be back in Three days, no big deal."

"Gavi."

"Y/n, why are you complaining?" He asks, tone becoming dirty. "You are so hormonal, you don't like anything, and you feel like you are entitled to boss people around."

You weren't mad, you got mad right now. Hearing him talking to you as if you are a kid who's bratty.

"Oh, sorry." You sarcastically say. "Maybe if you wouldn't have got me pregnant, we would be having a much more mature and not hormonal conversation."

"Well, maybe I shouldn't have." He whispers, but you heard.

You feel a pain in your heart, gasping at his words. You hung up the call, not believing he would say anything like that.

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"Gavi, your phone is ringing." Ferran says, tapping Gavi's shoulder.

He turns, looking at your name being displayed on the screen. "Let it ring."

"But isn't her like..." Ferran pauses, trying to think on the right words. "Really pregnant?"

"Yeah, but she's fine." He says, shruging.

Ferran looked at him and then at the phone one last time. He does what Gavi is saying, he thinks Gavi knows what he is doing.

You hear his voice on the voice mailbox, hanging the call again. It's been two days since the last time you two talked.

You feel bad. Maybe you overreacted. Maybe you were too hormonal. It's just a trip, and like he said, nothing is going to happen.

You lay in bed, feeling like you did a few weeks ago. Hopeless and sad, the silence was there again, the tension, the miscommunication.

You can't forget Gavi's words, he really hurt you. You never thought that he had those thoughts.

The baby kicks make you tear even more. He can feel what you feel. He can sense your stress and your anxiety. He knows even if he doesn't know.

You turn the TV off, turning to the side. You try to sleep the feelings away. It has helped you in the past, so it can help now.

What you didn't expect was the pain that woke you. Feeling the worst pain you ever felt, it was like someone was trying to stretch you in two.

You know that pain, they were contractions. You look at the clock on your phone, paying attention to the time so you can track them.

You open your phone, dialing Aurora. There was no use on calling Gavi, he was either still somewhere in Ibiza or on a plane back.

The third time your call goes to voice mail, you yell. Feeling the pain again, you have to be quick and get to the hospital.

You call your uncle, but to your bad luck, he was at a party. He was unable to hear his phone. You curse under your breath.

You call the last person you can think of, hoping that you can get the help you need.

"Hello?"

She sighs in relief, forgetting for a second the pain.

"Fermin!"

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Your mind is blank.

Your eyer are sticked on the ceiling. Thinking about everything that just happened. You have a pen in hand, trying to think of the address to write on the paper.

You don't even know what name to write on the birth certificate. You thought that Pablo and you were going to talk about before this.

Fermin was outside of the room, he stayed there for you. He wanted to give you some privacy. Also, he didn't want you to hear the calls he was making to Gavi.

Gavi has never heard Fermin curse the way he did during the first call. He didn't even got a chance to speak.

Fermin called Gavi's parents because your uncle was still unavailable. You didn't expected them to be here, after all you had a good two weeks.

You look at the paper again, sighing as you write the address. Your heart feels broken. It was like stabbing yourself on the chest.

"Y/n?"

She heard that voice, the voice she was trying to keep away from her mind. She leaves the pen and paper on the side.

"Amor!" Gavi says, opening the door and walking near the bed.

"Leave." She is scared of her own voice. The way she never thought she could pull that tone.

"Perdón-"

"Pablo, I'm not playing games." You say, whipping the tears away. "Get the fuck out."

"Amor, I'm sorr-"

"Para ya, joder!" You say in an elevated tone. "You are just saying it to make yourself feel better. You left me, when I fucking needed you the most. I was here alon-"

A sob cuts you off, you try to calm yourself. You don't want to show him that he hurt you. He doesn't even deserve that.

"I feel like I don't know you." You let out in a very shaky voice. "The Pablo that I fell in love with wouldn't do this to me."

You sob, letting your emotions show. It's not easy to try to control everything you feel. It's like a fire that's burning you from head to toes.

"And I feel so stupid because I thought you were changing." You laugh. It's better than crying. "And you didn't, you leave me alone."

Gavi wanted to talk, but the door opened. It was a nurse walking with a baby on her arms. He feels his own eyes fill with tears when he sees his baby.

"Oh, baby!" You say, holding your arms out to the nurse. "Hola, mi amor."

You feel Gavi getting closer to the bed. His wandering eyes are analyzing the baby, the feeling that fulfills him it's hard to describe.

"Gavi, remember when I told you that my uncle left my room the same way it was before moving with you?" You ask him.

He doesn't understand why you are asking, but he nods. He's unsure of everything right now. His eyes are still on the baby you are holding.

"I think it's better if I go back to live with him." You say, not looking at him, only focusing on the rosy cheek of your boy.

"No, you can't do this." He says, looking at you. "Amor, por favor. You said that you wanted us to work out and be a family."

He feels his heart breaking. He hasn't even held his child, and now you are talking about living apart.

"Well, maybe I shouldn't have."

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mattslilies · 1 month ago

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Worth It - C.S.

"you can't keep doing this to me!" or... the one where you and chris fight for the first time, and as angry as you are, you know you don't want to lose him. warnings: fighting, yelling, a few insults, resolved angst, fluff at the end, they love each other so much, you get the gist! word count: 1.3k a/n: requested by anon!

"get out!"

those were the last words you'd yelled at chris tonight.

you'd lost it, snapped, not been able to take it anymore, and before you knew it, you'd kicked him out of your apartment, hot tears rapidly streaming down your face. you were so angry that you screamed at the wall, probably scaring some of your neighbors. you were sure you'd get a noise complaint notice later.

your relationship with chris had been perfect, until it wasn't anymore. he had doted on you, adored you, and spent so much time with you, until he hadn't anymore. as the numbers on his social media went up, the attention on you went down. you didn't notice it at first, and when you did, you let it go, knowing he was just excited.

but then it got worse. the movie nights stopped, trading them for streams with matt. the surprise dates stopped, trading them for excessive filming. the quality time stopped, trading it for instagram photoshoots.

you were starting to feel left behind.

but you grit your teeth and smiled, refusing to let him see just how badly you were hurting. you tried to hint at it, texting that you missed him throughout the day, or that you'd love to have a movie night with him, and every single time, he would say he missed you too, and then blow off your plans that night. finally, you mustered up the courage to send the text.

"come over tonight please. we need to talk."

chris had shown up on your doorstep, concern written in his face as he saw your serious expression. you'd sat the both of you down, beginning to say the speech you'd been preparing all evening.

"i feel like i'm being forgotten. i know you, matt, and nick have a lot of work to do, but i feel like you don't try to make time for me anymore. your efforts feel half of what they once were, and i'm starting to think you love the numbers online more than you love me."

his face twisted into shock, and for a second you felt like you had won. he would realize he'd been messing up, he would apologize, and he would try again. he would change. things would go back to normal. but his next sentence had you reeling.

"i can't believe you. you just don't get it."

you couldn't hold in your disbelief.

"what?!"

he stood up, running a hand through his hair as he let out a shocked laugh.

"this is my job. what about that don't you understand? i have to do things to have a job. yeah, sometimes that means we have to cancel."

you stood up, your hurt replaced by red-hot anger.

"i know what a fucking job is, chris. i go to work every day too. but unlike you, i come home, and i try to make time for my damn boyfriend, because that's what you're supposed to do when you're in a relationship!"

you cut him off before he could say anything back.

"and i cannot believe you would stand in front of me and act like i just don't understand. i may not be some fucking multimillionaire celebrity, but i know how to keep a work life balance."

"well, you don't! you don't understand. you've made that very clear."

"you know what? get out."

he stared at you, that shocking him out of his rant he was beginning.

"what?"

"you heard me. get out of my apartment. right now."

he opened his mouth to speak, but you didn't let him, raising your voice louder.

"get out!"

that was two hours ago. you'd been sobbing ever since, fighting the urge to shred anything chris had ever given you, and to ignore him for a year. but you knew the reason you were hurting so badly was because you loved him so much, and you wanted to fight for him.

you just hoped he wanted to fight for you.

chris sat at home on his bed, staring at the wall, replaying the entire fight in his mind. anger boiled through his veins, simmering slightly as he heard a knock at the door.

"come in."

matt walked in, a concerned expression resting quietly on his face.

"you slammed both doors when you came home. what's wrong? i thought you weren't supposed to be here tonight."

he scoffed, shaking his head.

"she blew up in my face once i got there. talking about how i don't make time for her anymore, i don't do a bunch of romantic shit like i used to, she doesn't feel like i care."

matt didn't say anything, sitting next to him quietly for a moment.

"well, do you care?"

"of course i fucking care. i love her."

"so why don't you do romantic stuff with her anymore?"

chris stared at him like he was an idiot.

"i don't have time, matt. we're always doing something."

matt stared at him back, a stern expression on his face.

"no. you're always doing something. there's the problem right there. i'm not gonna sugarcoat this for you. you don't make time for her. you treat her like an afterthought, a second priority. you treat her like she's worth less of your attention than your fans. you have time right now. but you're sitting here, stewing in your own anger, instead of realizing you have shit to change and going to try and fix it."

chris sighed, resting his head in his hands.

"she said she feels like i love the numbers online more than her."

matt shook his head, his hand on chris' back.

"so stop acting like you do. go show her she's worth more to you than a fuckin' instagram photodump."

he stood up, hand dragging down his face.

"i fucked this one up, didn't i?"

matt shrugged.

"maybe. maybe not. you have to try to fix it to find out. take my car, go back over there."

you heard a knock at your door, quiet, timid. your heart leaped with the hope that it would be chris standing behind it, but your brain reminded you that you were still angry at him. despite this, you opened the door.

chris stood behind it, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand, a bag of your favorite candy, and a plushie you'd been wanting for ages. his face was red, his eyes bloodshot, showing he'd cried tonight. the fact that it was out of fear on the way over here wasn't something you needed to know.

"can i help you?"

he flinched at your coldness, but spoke regardless.

“can i come in?"

his voice was raspy, a showcase of his hurt. you let him in, heart desperately wanting this to work.

"i'm sorry."

those were the first words that fell from his lips, and he faltered, unsure of what to say next. you beat him to it.

"you can't keep doing this to me."

his head dropped, clear sorrow in his face.

"i know. i fucked up. big time. you mean more to me than likes on a youtube video, and i was wrong to let you think that you didn't. i was wrong to blow up on you like that. and i'm going to back this up with actual change. i've scheduled movie night and i want you to clear your schedule for friday. we have plans."

fresh tears streamed down your face as you took the gifts from him.

“i've been supportive this whole time. i've never tried to hold you back from your career."

"i know."

"please, just try to make time for me. i just want to feel like you still love me."

his expression matched yours, watery eyes beginning to pour.

"i do love you."

"i love you too. don't let this happen again."

he opened his arms, and you rushed into them, exhausted tears pouring down your face as he whispered that he'd never hurt you like this ever again.

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 9 months ago

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[5:24 pm]

"Nice try, we don't believe you guys," your friend laughed sarcastically as they walked through your front door to catch sight of you and childhood best friend!Jeno pressed together looking like a loved up couple.

For some reason, over the nearly 20 years of friendship with Jeno, it had become some kind of ongoing bit for the two of you to act like a couple. Usually you had good reason, like someone being annoying and not leaving either of you alone, or someone hitting on either one of you but not getting the hint.

Other times, it was just to mess with your friends, your friends who were far too used to it and tired of it. At least 80% of the hang outs you all had would start with you and Jeno claiming you were a couple. The first few times they fell for it, but now it was just the normal. They weren't tired because it wasn't funny, it was kind of funny. Funny because the two of you were so clearly in love with each other yet refuse to act on it.

Jeno never protected anyone the way he protected you. You didn't care for anyone the way you cared for Jeno. You both had so many inside jokes that the others would never understand. You both could have conversations with just your eyes, you both knew things about the other that no normal friends would know about each other. You were both each other's first call when something went wrong, the first text in the morning, and your last text at night (if you didn't fall asleep while on a call). You both refused to get into relationships with other people, because somethings always felt "wrong."

Yeah, your friends had all decided that you were both idiots and the "wrong-ness" was always just that the potential partner wasn't you or Jeno. However, tonight you and Jeno had decided to commit. Your friends were going to believe it if it was the last thing they did.

"We're actually like really together this time, today is officially one week and 3 days," you tell your friends as you all settle down on the couch to start your movie marathon.

"We've fallen for that too many times now. Just give it up," your friend waves off.

"Yeah, start the movie," another friend sighs.

Jeno gulps, standing suddenly, "I think we would really just appreciate the support of our friends as we navigate our new relationship."

"Look guys, it's the same routine every time. You guys claim to be together and the only difference is that you take your usual affection to another level of annoying. If you were ever actually together, you wouldn't feel the need to announce it every few weeks or still be on dating apps. I mean, Jeno, didn't you ask me just a few days ago why you were still getting Hinge emails?" Your first friend asks, crossing their arms.

"Plus, I think you guys would be that annoying couple that would be shameless and kiss in front of us all the time," another friend pipes up.

Jeno's face falls into a serious look, he grabs your hand and tugs you up. Your chest crashes into his own as your eyes widen in surprise. The plan had simply been to cuddle, giggle, and maybe sit in his lap.

Your friends all paused, eyes full of caution as they watched the two of you. Jeno's breathing was uneven and nervous as his eyes searched your own.

You blinked and his forehead was pressed against your own and as you gasped in surprise his lips met your own. He was still for just a moment, giving you the opportunity to pull away, to smack him, to tell him he was crazy, but you didn't.

Instead, your breath hitched as you kissed him back. His lips were soft and his hands even softer as he delicately cupped your face. Your lips moved in sync, slow, tentative, but meaningful. You could feel your heart pounding in your ears, his heart was beating just as fast under your hand.

Your friends all eyed each other awkwardly. This had never happened before. It was only when your hand moved from Jeno's chest to gripping the cotton at his waist to pull him closer that they all got the message and left while high fiving each other on the way out.

You and Jeno were far too entangled in one another to even care. One of hands went from your face to your waist and the other went to the back of your neck. His gently tilted your head up to kiss you more deeply.

Everything was slow and passionate, but it felt right. There were explosions happening all around you, remnant sparks from Jeno's lips that shot right down your spine. Why had you waited so long to do this? Why had you deprived yourself of this feelings for all these years? You couldn't even fight how your body melted against his as your grip on his shirt became desperate and your lungs burned for air. You couldn't find it in yourself to pull away, too greedy for more, more, more.

Jeno pulled away first, lips swollen and chest heaving as he caught his breath. His forehead was pressed against your own, "I don't think we can be friends anymore."

A choked squeak escaped your throat involuntarily, "I'm sorry?"

"No, don't be sorry. I could have said that better," Jeno chuckles, his hands softly cupping your face to keep you from looking away. "I can't be just friends with you when I don't have friendly feelings for you. I can't believe it took this long, it's always been something in the back of my mind, but I think I love you-- no. I know I love you."

"After that kiss, I don't have friendly feelings for you either. I guess when I think about it, there's no one else that will get me like you. No one will ever know me better than you or understand me like you do. I love you too, Jeno. And I really, really want to keep kissing you," You confess breathlessly.

"I don't think they'd like it if we keep kissing, unfortunately," Jeno sighs, despite his words leaning in toward you again.

It's then that you notice how quiet your living room is. You pull away to look around the room, finally noticing that it's just you and Jeno in your apartment. "What the... when did everyone leave?" You wonder aloud.

"Who cares? Let's keep kissing," Jeno replies, tugging you closer. And who are you to argue?

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shelbgrey · 1 year ago

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She's like the wind (Benedict Bridgerton)

Paring: Benedict Bridgerton x virgin!Reader

Summary: after bottled up feeling becomes too much Benedict finally confesses his love to his childhood best friend.

Warrings: SMUT, innocent/virgin reader, first times, oral(F receiving), unprotected sex, pull out methods, Benedict being a total sweetheart like usual, kinda public sex? But not really(in a gazebo at night).

MasterList ML2

“What is it, truly, to admire a woman? To look at her and feel inspiration. To delight in her beauty. So much so that all your defences crumble, that you would willingly take on any pain, any burden for her. To honour her being with your deeds and words. That is what the true poet describes” Benedict said to help Anthony, but in the end he couldn't keep his eyes off a certain someone as the words fell out of his mouth. It was words he always believed in, but never had the guts to act upon them.

“That's nice...” Anthony admited. He crossed his arms and nodded. “now if you resight those words to y/n that would be grand”

Benedict rolled his eyes, if it was one thing Anthony never gave up on was his little brother and the girl he considered his best friend.

-present day

It was late into the night, Benedict couldn't get her or the last few months out of his head. Benedict and y/n have always been so close, practically glued to the hip since childhood. A blind man could see the love they shared with one another, the problem is he's never made the move to court her

Whenever he gets closer or the spark becomes too much he backs off with the feeling of unworthiness. Anthony never fails with the snide comment about Benedict admitting his feelings.

That night he truly felt he messed up. He had gotten wrapped up with someone else after sharing a kiss with y/n months prior. He wanted everything to be more than alright, he wanted to have the courage to tell the only woman he truly loved that she is the only one he could ever want.

Benedict gave up on getting any sleep and walked out to the backyard. That's when he saw her on one of the swings alone. His heart skipped a beat, even in darkness and in her nightgown she was still unimaginably beautiful.

“You've been avoiding me…”

“I'm not avoiding you…” y/n sighed, avoiding eye contact and gently swung on the swing.

They had been avoiding each other, or y/n had been avoiding him. She had thought he loved her as much as she did him. Y/n had found out he's been sleeping around with someone else. I guess she just lost hope on a future with him.

Benedict let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He watched y/n swing for a few moments, the silence around making his heart beat faster than normal. The only sound was the creaking of the swing sets and the wind rustling the trees. He finally found the strength to speak. “We need to talk darling”

“I don't wish to talk to you” y/n snapped softly. She let out a frustrated huff, standing up from the swing and got back on it. This time she was standing on it with her back to Benedict, she didn't care if it was childish.

A frown came to his face as he saw her turn her back on him. He had to hold back a chuckle seeing y/n standing on the swing set, he thought it would be cute if he wasn't trying to earn her forgiveness.

Benedict took a step in front of y/n and stopped the swing with one hand. “You can be mad at me all you want darling, but we're talking about this”

“Of course I won't get a say in the matter” I said frustrated.

Benedict let out a sigh, placing his hand on the tree next to the swing, blocking her in. “you never had a problem speaking your mind to me before, so speak your mind”

“Fine,” she snapped. “I'm angry at you! You're the most intelligent, most dim-witted person I ever met, but then again I must be beating you on that one because I was dim-witted to think you could ever see more than your best friend”

He was surprised with the coldness in her voice, his heart broke at the thought of all the pain he caused her. “Darling, you think I can't see all that? you're the most beautiful, kindest, and smart woman I have ever laid eyes on. I see all of you, I always have”

“Why don't I believe you?” y/n asked in a heartbroken tone, trying to keep herself from tearing up. “bloody hell, do I actually mean anything more to you?”

“You do darling, you mean more to me than anyone else. You always have!”

Benedict's heart ached at the brokenness in her voice. He could see the pain in your eyes, the sight made him cringe in regret, wishing he had just spoke to her about his feelings instead of going off with the other girl.

“Please look at me” reached his free hand out, moving his fingers gently against her chin. Y/n looked away, tears pricking her eyes. “don't speak words you don't me... Especially don't speak words you'll regret later”

Benedict placed a gentle finger under y/n’s chin and finally turned her face to him, it shattered his heart more to see the tears in her eyes. “Please darling don't cry and please don't take what I say as lying”

He hated the silence, all he wanted to hear was her voice and more than ever he wanted to make sure she believed him. He leaned closer to y/n’s face, gently pressing his forehead against hers. He was desperate to make her believe him.

“I've loved you for as long as I can remember. From the moment I first laid eyes on you, something stirred within me, a connection that resonated deep in my soul.

As the years went by, my feelings for you only grew stronger, yet I found myself hiding them from you and from myself. I became tangled in a web of self-doubt and unworthiness. I convinced myself that I was unworthy of your love and strength, that my love meant nothing.

But now, looking back, You filled a part of my soul I didn't even realize was empty, you healed the scars I didn't even know were there. I see how foolish I was to ignore my heart for so long. Believe me when I say you're the thing I want most of all”

Y/n looked into his blue eyes, tears pooling out of her (e/c) ones. “benedict…”

Benedict couldn't bring himself to take his hands off her. He was trying to fight the urge to hold y/n tight against him, but he just couldn't. He lifted his hand up to her cheek, slowly wiping some of the tears away and caressed her skin. He leaned his head down ever so slightly, his mouth a few inches from hers. “Darling, Say you believe me.please”

Finally, y/n pressed her forehead against his, their noses bumping gently together. “I believe you” y/n whispered. Shebplaced her hands on both sides of his jaw as their breath mingled together.

Benedict exhaled heavily, the feeling of their skin touching together was like a soothing fire. It lit his soul with a passion that he had been trying to ignore. His heart thumped heavily in his chest, the sound of it thundering behind his eardrums.

He leaned even closer, only a breath still separating their lips. His eyes searched hers, his head was spinning with a burning desire, barely holding himself back. When she spoke those words that he longed to hear, the last thread of restraint broke. “Darling... Can I kiss you?”

“yes”

He couldn't resist any longer. His hand moved up into her hair, intertwining into the curls as his eyes flickered from your mouth to your eyes. He quickly closed the gap between their mouths. He captured her lips in a searing kiss. It was like a dam broke inside him. It was desperate and hungry yet needy, making her nearly lose balance off the swing she was standing on.

Benedict felt y/n start to stumble and he quickly wrapped one of his arms tightly around her waist as one of her arms wrapped around his neck and kept a strong hold of the rope on the swing with the other.

His lips moved softly but desperately against hers as he kept her from falling. The feeling of her body pressed so tightly against his made him let out a small moan into the kiss. He held her in place, deepening the kiss. He kissed her like it was their first and last kiss. His tongue slowly swiped your bottom lip, begging for access.

Benedict pulled her off the swing, swiftly pushing her against the tree next to them. He heard the sweet moans coming from her lips. His tongue twirled against hers, tasting her sweet mouth. He pressed his body against hers, pinning her between the tree and himself. He tilted his head slightly, his mouth moving against hers at an angle. The feeling of his fingertips tracing along her curves made her heart pound against her chest. It made her feel exhilarated, nervous, and loved all at the same time.

Benedict broke the kiss when his hand reached the hem of y/n’s nightgown, his lips then traveled down the side of her neck. The feeling of her skin against his mouth left a trail of hot sparks. He stopped to gently kiss a sensitive part of your neck, his tongue slowly tracing the soft skin.

“w-wait” she, her breath hitching as she looked up at him. “y-you know I've n-never done this before” she whispered softly.

He stared at her with nothing but love as he gently held her hips with both his hands, his thumbs rubbing light circles on her skin as he held her against the tree.

“I know darling,” he replied, his voice low and deep, his eyes never leaving hers. “that's why we're not doing it here”

Benedict gently pulled y/n away from the tree, his hands never leaving her body. He looked into her eyes, watching the mixture of passion and nervousness in them. He felt his heart swell with love and desire for. He could practically feel all his emotions bubbling at the surface.

“Do you trust me?” he held his hand out.

The way his eyes stared into her soul, they were always her favorite feature of his. They held nothing but trust and love. “I trust you” y/n said softly and placed her hand in his.

Benedict felt a spark of electricity. His fingers tightened around hers, his hand fitting around it like a perfect missing piece. He lifted her hand up and slowly kissed her knuckles, his eyes not breaking eye contact. “Come darling, the night is still young”

Benedict led y/n through the yard, their hands never breaking from each other. The sound of their soft footsteps on the ground echoed slightly against the night air. The only other sound was from the crickets chirping in the grass and trees. Benedict led her to the gazebo in the very back of the yard, a spot usually hidden by the darkness of the night. It was a small structure, made of wood, with white paint and wisteria winding around it.

Y/n held his hand tight as they silently walked up the steps, her heart pounding with anticipation and anxiety. He wanted to soothe her anxiousness but he was nervous himself. So many years of loving her, dreaming of this moment, and he still couldn't believe it was finally happening. He stopped when she reached the top of the steps, looking into her eyes as he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. His voice was low and gentle. “Just relax darling... It's just you and me here”

Y/n nodded, putting all her trust in him. “I know”

Benedict moved closer to her, his other hand gently coming up to caress the side of her face, his touch was soft and gentle. “You're safe with me darling. I promise I'll take good care of you”

“I know you will” she said softly.

He felt y/n’s hand press against his chest, right over his heart. It almost skipped a beat under her touch. He leaned a little closer, his head slowly lowering until his lips were hovering above hers. “And I promise to worship your body the way you deserve to be worshipped”

Y/n cupped his cheek, kissing him softly as he pressed her back against the pillar. His hands slowly moved to her waist, his fingers gently tracing up and down her curves. He leaned his body against hers, trapping her between him and the pillar.

Y/n moaned softly against his lips, her fingers slowly carding through his hair slowly as their tounges tangled together. Benedict ever so gently broke the kiss and started trailing kisses and gentle nips on her neck. He sucked gently on a spot just slightly below your ear, knowing how sensitive it was. His hands slowly inched higher under her nightgown and lifted you up from under your thighs, carrying her to the middle of the gazebo. He gently layed her down on a spread out quilt Hyacinth left. “are you comfortable here?” he asked softly, she nodded softly.

He knelt down, placing his knees on either side of her hips and leaned over her. He looked down with darkened eyes, slowly inching her nightgown higher. Benedict's eyes traced over her skin as it was slowly revealed to him. He placed his hands on your thighs, his fingers tracing up and down the soft skin. “You're so gorgeous, so beautiful” he said softly, making her blush.

A soft moan left her lips as the cool air hit her exposed skin. He leaned forward, bending over until his mouth was hovering above her stomach. “I'll be gentle, darling. We'll take it slow”

“I trust you” y/n whispered, giving him the green light. Benedict carefully removes her nightgown, throwing it to the other side of the gazebo. He stared down at her innocent beauty, taking a moment to just look at her.

The blush that formed under his gaze only caused his desire to increase. He lays his body down between her legs, his body hovering over her. He closed the distance, making Y/n moaned softly against his lips. She cupped his jaw as his lips clamed hers and gently.

Benedict lets out a low growl, his hands sliding down to her waist as he deepens the kiss. His heart is pounding in his chest. “y/n…”

“Y-yes?” she whisper, her heart pounding against her chest. She stared up at him, desperately wanting his clothes off when she felt his hard erection pressing against her thigh.

He broke the kiss, his breath coming out heavy as he leaned his forehead against hers. He tried to control his breathing but he was failing as all he could think of was just how badly he wanted her. “I need you, y/n. Will you let me make love to you?”

“Yes. God, yes” y/n moaned softly and desperately. Benedict looked down at her, his voice was husky and thick with need. “Tell me if you need to stop, darling. Tell me if it's too much” His hands started their travels again, tracing every curve and every inch of her body.

Y/n kissed back passionately as she started untucking his shirt from his pants. Benedict felt her hands work on the buttons of his shirt. The nervous tremble in her fingers made his heart skip a beat. “Here, darling,” Benedict gently moved her hands away from his shirt. He sat up, kneeling between her legs. He slowly lifted his shirt over his head, discarding it somewhere off to the side.

Her thighs clenched together without realizing it. He watched the way her eyes roamed down his chest. The way she lightly touched him sent chills down his spine. He felt his legs jerk when her fingers traced down the V-line of his lower abdomen, his muscles taut, almost as if he was struggling to control himself.

“Darling” He whispered, his hands gently spreading her legs apart. “My beautiful y/n” He leans forward, pressing soft kisses along her inner thigh.

“B-ben” y/n moaned softly, her head fell back in pleasure as he trailed his lips up her inner thigh. Benedict's blue bord into hers, his gaze filled with love and desire. He never broke eye contact as he continued trailing kisses higher until he reaches her soaking clit, teasing her with gentle kisses and licks. “You taste like heaven”

Y/n moaned almost embarrassing loud, feeling his tounge against her fold for the first time. Out of instincted she arched her hips up, gripping his hair. He hums in pleasure at the taste of her, gripping her hips to hold them still. “Let go, my love,” He continues to lick and nip, his face soaked in her release as his tongue flicking at your clit. “You're mine”

Y/n wasn't completely clueless to sex, but the pleasure was intense and all she could think about was him. She moaned and cried his name as a new feeling tightened in her stomach. “B-ben... I t-think” she couldn't speak or think straight. “something is happening”

Benedict looks up at you. He speaks softly, his voice reassuring. “It's okay, my love. You're having your first orgasm” He picked up the pace, licking and sucking on her clit like a starved man. His fingers gently pressed against her entrance, pumping in and out slowly.

Y/n gripped his hair, arching her hips. “Benedict!”

Benedict, licking up every last drop of her release as she rode out her first orgasm. “You're so beautiful when you come, y/n”

He gives her folds one last lick then starts trailing kisses up her body, paying special attention to her breasts and nipples. “I'm going to make love to you now, are you ready?” He positions himself at her entrance, looking into her eyes for any uncertainty.

“Will it hurt?” y/n asked softly, carding her fingers through his hair.

Benedict looks up at her, his blue eyes dark and filled with desire and love. “It might at first. But I promise it'll feel good after that. I promise I'm going to be gentle, darling”

Y/n nodded softly, he kissed her back gently, before breaking the kiss to look into her eyes. He positions himself at her entrance, taking her hips in his hand. “just tell me when you're ready”

“I'm ready” she said softly, taking a deep breath.

Benedict starts pushing inside slowly, his face contorting in concentration as he tries to be gentle. “Ah, y/n” He breathes out heavily, his eyes never leaving hers. Y/n wimpered at the slight sting, digging her nails into his back as he stretched her out. “B-Benedict”

He stills for a moment, letting her adjust to his size. “Shh, it's okay, my love. Just breathe” He kisses her forehead softly, his heart pounding in his chest. “You're doing so well” He whispered as he continues pushing inside, inch by inch. Once he was finally fully sheathed inside he starts to slowly rock his hips, trying to ease the pain.

Y/n held on to him tight, her breathing was heavy and she wimpered his name as she adjusted to his size. “B-Benny. Oh god, Ben” she moaned as the pain slowly turned into pleasure. He started picking up the pace, pushing deeper and deeper each time. “You feel amazing, y/n. So unbelievably good”

“Benny!” she moaned into the night, tugging at his hair. He hisses in pleasure, gripping her thighs to move them higher and wider. “Oh, y/n” He groans, thrusting deeper. “You're so beautiful, love the sounds you make”

“C-can you go faster?” she asked innocently. “p-please”

Benedict grits his teeth, fighting against his own desire to obey her request. “Faster, y/n?” He asks, his voice strained. “but ou have to promise me that you'll tell me the moment it becomes too much for you, okay? I don't want to hurt you, darling” He said looking into her eyes, his own filled with a burning intensity.

“You won't hurt me” she said softly.

He nods, his heart racing with excitement and concern. “okay, love” He grips her thighs even tighter and starts thrusting at a brutal pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing into the night. “Oh, y/n, you feel incredible” He moans, his eyes never breaking the inten eye contact.

Y/n trailed her hands done his back frantically, looking for somthing to hold onto to and ground herself. He growls at the feeling of her hand gripping his ass, his hips snapping with increased speed. “You're going to make me lose control” He warns, his voice deep and husky. “And I can't have that, darling.Not yet”

“W-why not?” she asked softly.

Benedict panting heavily, trying to regulate his breath. “Because when I lose control, I don't hold back.And I'm not sure you're ready for that, y/n” He said with a serious expression, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and desire.

Y/n grabed his face, cupping both sides of his jaw. She looked into his eyes wirh nothing but love and trust. “it's okay, we're okay to go harder”

He looks back at her, he stutters, unable to find words. His hips snap into hers again, causing him to lose his train of thought. He groans as his grip tightens on her thighs, making her head fall back in pleasure. She moaned his name like a prayer.

Benedict buries his face in her neck, his teeth marking her skin as he speaks against you. “y/n” He chants her name like a mantra, his love for her overwhelming him. “Fuck... You're everything to me” He whispers, his voice breaking with emotion.

“I love you” she moans, her teeth piercing his skin.

He lets out a groan, his body shaking with the effort of holding back. “I love you too, y/n. More than anything” He wraps his arms around her body tightly, holding her as he continues to thrust.

then that close, tight feeling in y/n's stomach hit her again and it was stronger than last time. She moaned his name, gripping his hair “I think…” she shuttered.

Benedict's eyes rolling back as he groans low in his throat. “Fuck, yes!” He thrusts harder now, chasing his own release. “I'm close, y/n” He pants, sweat dripping from his brow.

“I'm so close, Benny” as soon as those words fell from her lips the knot in her stomach snapped. She threw her head back moaning, her orgasm infecting her sences.

“y/n!” He roars, feeling your tight walls clenching around him. The feeling of her coming around him is too much for him to handle, his own orgasm hitting him like a freight train. “w-where do you want me to come?” he aksed quickly.

Y/n’s heart was pounding against her chest, her orgasm still hitting her like a freight train. “I... I don't know” she said breathlessly, digging her nails into his back.

He groans. The feeling of her nails on his back causing him to thrust harder into her. “Fuck, Love” He takes a deep breath, his body feeling like it's on fire. “It's okay, I'll... I'll pull out, Darling”

He pulls out, causing y/n to moan as every inch of him slipped out of her soaking folds. He groans, coating her stomach in his cum as he holds himself up. He panted heavily. “y/n, fuck” He looks down at her, his eyes filled with love and adoration. “I need you to look at me, Darling” He gently tilts her head up to meet his gaze.

Benedict smiles, his thumb gently tracing her jawline. “You're so beautiful, Love” He leans down to press a soft kiss to her lips before pulling back. “I love you. So much”

“I love you too” y/n says softly, making his heart fill with joy at your words. “I'm going to clean you up. You're all sticky. Okay?”

Benedict reaches over her, grabbing his shirt. “hold on, Darling” He gently cleans up the mess on her stomach before wiping between your legs. “when we get inside I'll run you a bath”

Y/n moaned softly as he cleaned between her thighs, the noise making Benedict glance up. His throat tightened at the sight of your beautiful, cum-covered body. “Are you okay? I didn't hurt you did I?”

“N-no. It felt amazing, ” she said softly, her eyes fluttering. “what we did” she whispered.

He glances up at y/n, his heart swelling with love for her. Benedict watches the blush spread across her cheeks. “You have no idea how much you mean to me” He leans in to place a gentle kiss to her lips before pulling away.

“let's get you inside” he gently picked her up bridal style, making sure the quilt is covering her exposed body. Benedict held her safe and close as he carried up to the house. He was cautious as he carried her to his room in case of anyone who might be awake in the late hours of the night.

#Benedict bridgerton smut #Benedict bridgerton x reader #Benedict bridgerton imagines #Benedict bridgerton x reader smut #Luke Thompson #Luke Thompson x reader #Luke Thompson smut #Bridgerton smut #Bridgerton imagines #Bridgerton x reader

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pixxievomit · 1 month ago

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what WOULD it take for Tim to get desperate for his partners attention

Don't you know that needing things makes him a liability 💔

So, most people would go the route of; not texting, not calling, not hanging out, ghosting a few days, right? Incorrect here, because Tim does happen to like his peace, quiet and space. You canceled a plan or two? That's fine. You've got a life. You need space? He is literally gone until you tell him you're good. Not picking up the phone? That's fine, you're probably busy. ( he 100% knows where you are, he isn't concerned. )

For Tim to start getting desperate or seeking your attention, you would have to show him that you're actively and purposefully pulling away.

You aren't reaching out at all. Not texting, not even reaching his texts. Too many missed calls, no calls back. No notes shoved in his bag or his jacket pocket.

You aren't amused or laughing anymore, not even trying to fake it. He knows he has dry and shit humor sometimes but the fact you're not reacting at all puts him on edge.

It's just silence. Silence is good when he needs it, most often prefers it, but when the silence starts getting too loud, it'll start to bother him. You're not asking him questions, poking at him, getting on his nerves — you're just simply not there.

You start acting distant. In general. Not cold or cruel but — and god, we have all been here — fine.

You're not asking for help anymore. Not teasing him. Not bantering.

Tim is good with distance and space at a normal rate. Hyper independence means he's capable of having a relationship that doesn't involve being up each other's asses 24/7 and quite frankly, he wouldn't survive that, either. However, there's a difference in space and pull.

The moment you stop looking at him like you always did is when he's going to see something off. Of course, he's not even going to factor in that you may be tired, stressed, not even realizing that you're doing it — he's immediately going to try and figure out what he did and why it's his fault. Because it's not about constant attention or affection or needing to be reminded you're there all the time — but he still does need to feel like he's wanted. The moment he doesn't, it's his fault. Now, depending on how you're acting — he'll either try to fix it or just.. cut you out. Going with the fact you're not doing it on purpose for the ability to answer this;

He already knows far too well what being overlooked is like.

And, his desperation isn't some loud, romantic, dramatic scene of a thing. It's messy — it's always messy, he's Tim — and it's quiet. Not subtle, but not in your face — not really.

He'd remind himself to check in better. Usually when you're responding and whatnot, he just assumes; well you're okay and alive. He tells himself he needs to at least reach out further than that. He knows what alive but not okay is.

He's showing up at your front door, also your window, zero reasons, lies and excuses. Just quietly tells you he wanted to see you. He probably brings a bag, stays, if you let him.

He doesn't even really talk all that much, he just wants to be in your space. You're busy? He's sitting somewhere, busy, too. Sleeping? He's probably not, but he's still near. Cooking? He's offering to help, somehow. Cleaning? Another offer. It's not.. suffocating as in being in your personal bubble 24/7 but he's willing to do shit tasks just to be near you again.

He's probably going to shut down at some point, emotionally, not really knowing what to do or fix the situation, doesn't actually ask if there's anything to fix. Snaps at you once over absolutely nothing then does the one thing that tells you somethings wrong; he immediately apologizes. full words, full apology, and he means it.

A little more affectionate. Not overly. Just a lot more holding your hand, kissing your head, letting his thumb rest over the pulse at your wrist.

Tim is very, very good at letting people walk away. He pretty much usually catalogs it, stuffs it away and shrugs it off. However — when people stay and are just.. looking through him — it reminds him of every moment he wasn't good enough, wasn't doing enough, wasn't being seen and he isn't good at dealing with that.

So.. yaknow. Make him feel small and invisible, not on purpose please, and he's going to crack.

#kalico corner #tim drake #tim drake x reader

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saturneras · 4 months ago

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Private Eyes III

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: There is a mutual understanding between Joel Miller and yourself that both of you will probably never mention again what was said when you were getting in his truck a few nights ago. He has been curt and professional at the station and so have you. He has made up his mind and so have you. So Tommy Miller's Fourth of July BBQ shouldn't be an issue, right? The lines have been clearly drawn and you're definitely not reckless enough to cross them - but is he?

Note: Just giving the people what they want.

Part 1 , Part 2

Silence. Seventeen minutes of nothing, but utter silence. That was what happened between the chief of police and you when he drove you home that night from the bar. He did not say a word to you the whole time as if he had been frightened by his own conviction. When he had stopped the truck in front of your parent's house and opened the car door for you, he didn't even glance at you. No eye contact whatsoever. You figured he was pissed that maybe he had let himself get carried away. Let you rile him up and loose a fraction of his stoic control. You knew he didn't like you very much and that you were making his job way harder than it needed to be. But being a pain in the ass was just too enjoyable to give it up anytime soon. You figured Joel Miller was the type of guy who wasn't usually confronted with someone questioning his decisions or ignoring his orders. You like to give a man a hard time as much as the next girl does. The duty to be as resistant as possible was something you took very seriously. So when he invited you to the Miller's Fourth of July BBQ, you couldn't help but feel a little taken aback. Okay, maybe that's a bit of a stretch. He invited the whole station, not you specifically. So maybe you had been the necessary evil?

"Quit acting like a troubled main-character and get the beer, will ya?" Your brother shouts from the hallway. "I told Tommy we would be there in 10."

You roll your eyes. "I was thinking, Casey. Maybe you should try it some time."

Your brother laughs and pushes his way through the front door. "And grab your bathing suit, Tommy said the pool is open for business."

"Will do," you shout, throw your bag over your shoulder and grab the two sixers standing on the counter.

You rush out and jump in the car. The sun has been beating down all day and humidity is at an all time high. The air feels thick and heavy, resting on your skin like a layer of sand. Casey is rambling on about his last baseball game and how this one kid always makes sure to get on his last nerve. He teaches little league on Sundays and hasn't won a game in weeks. It's driving him nuts, but he loves it.

"Listen," he starts and turns down the Eagles' song that's playing on the radio. "Can you at least try to be nice to Joel today?"

Your head whips to your side. "Sorry?"

Casey clears his throat. "You know, just make some normal conversation or tell him you like his shirt or whatever."

"For what?" You ask, confused.

"It just seems like you don't get along."

"And why would you think that?"

"Well," Casey mumbles. "He never answers when we ask him how ya'll are getting on and Tommy has been saying he's been a little on edge ever since you started working there."

"And you always look at each other like you're two seconds away from throwing punches," he adds. "Maybe he thinks you don't like him."

"Why would he think that?" You say. "I have been perfectly professional." Images of his eyes dragging over your face flash in your mind. His lips parted slightly, his smell making his way up your nose, unnervingly intoxicating. "Maybe he just needs to cool the control freak energy a little."

"You know how you get," he says. "He needs a little time to warm up. Help him out a little."

"He's a grown man, Casey," you reply. "He is able to communicate if he has a problem. And if he is not, maybe he shouldn't be the chief of police."

Casey lifts is hand and points at you. "That's exactly what I'm talking about, dude. Just be nice and not like.. this."

"Sure, brother," you say and grin. "I'll be nice and agreeable and won't embarrass you in front of your friends."

He rolls his eyes just as you pull up in front of a house. You both get out and your brother gets some grocery bags from the backseat. The front of the house is white, but the window panes are painted in a lovely washed out brown and the door is a deep dark wood that reminds you of trusting dark eyes. The front lawn is perfectly trimmed and there is an outdoor sofa on the porch that looks like the perfect place for a morning coffee. Everything looks extremely well taken care of. Music is resounding from the backyard.

"Tommy's house is beautiful," you remark and glance at your brother.

He laughs. "At least now you have something to compliment him on."

"As if that has been an issue with him before."

"I ain't talking about the youngster," Casey grins. "It's Joel's house."

You turn your head abruptly. "What?"

"Tommy is redoing his garden this year, so Joel offered to do the party at his place. They even got his pool all cleaned up and running, since he never uses it," Casey explains and walks up the driveway. "Tommy told me to just come 'round the back."

You follow your brother up the path and both of you turn around the corner, heading for the backyard. Tommy is the first one you spot, standing by the grill in swimming trunks with a bottle in his hand, talking to some friends you recognise from other gatherings. The party is in full bloom, people lounging on chairs, the grass and in the pool, laughing, drinking.

"Hey bud," Casey calls. "Where do you want this?"

Tommy points to the far side of the garden, where tables have been brought out. You walk over and put the beers on the wooden tables, taking in your surroundings. The backyard is a huge open space, with a terracotta pathway that leads to the crystal clear pool and a fire pit with chairs around it a couple of steps to the back. Hedges and huge hydrangeas line the outer edges of the grass and pots of tomatoes, herbs and other flowers are scattered around in various places. Jesus Christ. The cold hearted chief has a green thumb. There are some chairs and tables set up for eating and coolers filled with drinks.

Casey carries the rest of the bags inside the house and a couple moments later walks out in his trunks. "If I don't get into that pool right now I might melt from this heat."

A couple of the others laugh and most of them follow his lead to the swimming pool as Tommy walks over to you.

"Hey," he says. "I'm happy you could come!"

You smile. "Thanks for having me, this all looks amazing."

"Well," he says. "I do tend to pride myself on my abilities as a host."

"So I've heard."

"Might I suggest a dip in the pool before your brother decides to race everyone here," he jokes and points to the backdoor of the house. "If you want to change, just use the guest room."

"Thanks." You start to make your way toward the house before you realise you have never been here before. "Where is the guest room?"

Tommy turns. "Oh, right, up the stairs and to your left."

You nod and step inside the house. With all the sun outside, your eyes need a couple seconds to adjust to the low lighting in the kitchen. Making your way up the stairs, you look at the pictures hanging on the wall. You recognise Tommy and the chief, as well as other family members out on a beach, on fishing trips and in front of Christmas trees. A family man. Who would have thought?

In the guest room, you quickly undress and change into your bikini. Thankful to be stripping of your already sweaty summer dress, you stuff the clothes into your bag and make your way back to the hallway. Did Tommy say there was a bathroom up here? You don't remember, but take a right and make your way down the hallway. The first door on the right just leads to the utility closet, but the second one opens up to a bathroom. It is even warmer in here and the mirror you spot to the left is still a little foggy. Someone from the party probably showered before the pool.

You take a step inside and are about to close the door behind you, when a gasped "Fuck" resounds from your right and you quickly turn toward it, only to find yourself slipping on a little puddle of water. You have already accepted your fate of falling straight on your ass and are wondering why on earth you keep getting in these situations and if you should consider doing more squats, when a hand grabs your arm and yanks you back. You've seen that hand before. It has held a closet over your head, helped you into a truck and was splayed out on the back of the wall, right next to your head in the hallway of the bar. But the hand cannot stop the force of your fall, so your body pulls it back and as you're about to crash against the door, you feel your body being turned and slam into ... oh god.

Your eyes travel up from the throat to the face. His brows are furrowed. A stern expression on his face and you almost have to turn away from the piercing gaze of his eyes. He looks angry, leaning against the door, his body having shielded yours from the impact, only for it to be smashed into his and held in place by both his arms wrapped around you. Time doesn't exist for a solid minute, while you're both just staring at each other. The warmth of his arms against your exposed skin feels tauntingly familiar. You quickly suppress the urge to lean into him any further, to pressure the weight of your hips forward.

His palm is splayed out on your lower back and you can't help but feel the tip of his fingers dig in a little lower than they probably should. Your lips part in reflex and you think you must imagine the way his eyes soften for a second, holding on to your mouth. Your eyes trail down the hollow of his neck and find themselves on your hands, playing directly on his very broad and very naked chest. There is no way this is happening right now.

"Oh god, no," you say and shake your head.

"I don't think Jesus is gonna help you with this one, Darlin'," Joel Miller drawls. His voice is nothing more than a growl as he speaks to you.

His skin is hot and damp from showering, smelling like eucalyptus and a hint lemony. You feel the drops of water caught on his chest under your hands. This should definitely not be happening.

"I think you should move," he suggests.

"Is this the part where you tell me to 'get on my knees and crawl' or does that just happen at work?" Sometimes you wish your mind would take a second to rethink the things coming out of your mouth.

He grunts and in one quick motion, he bends his knees, lifts you up and pushes both of you off the door. You expect him to drop you immediately, but he takes two steps toward the sinks. Before you can even comprehend the feel of his hands on the back of your legs, he places you on top of the vanity.

The chief of police is standing right between your legs, wearing.. a towel wrapped around his hips. If you were wearing pearls, you probably would be clutching them now.

Just now, when he is standing fully before you are you able to take in the sight of him. His hair is a little ruffled and still dripping. He hasn't shaved and looks like he's about to say something, but stops himself in his tracks. As if he is now just realising who he has in front of him, his eyes run over your body, tentatively, widening by the second. Oh right, it's not that he is just wearing a towel - you are wearing a bikini. And not even one that covers more than what's basically decent. Christ.

You must have said that out loud, because his eyes immediately snap back up to yours, looking the slightest bit guilty.

"What are you doing here?" He snaps.

"I was trying to find a bathroom," you say and point to the room around you. "Success."

"Why did you come in here?"

"As I said, I was trying to find a bathroom," you repeat.

"Maybe you should have knocked before barging in here," he suggest.

"Maybe you should lock the goddamn door when you take a shower," you snap.

He lowers his head a bit. "This is my goddamn house and I wi-."

"Joel?" Tommy's voice resounds from the hallway. His steps are getting closer.

Joel's eyes widen and he shoots you a glare promising death upon disobedience. When you're about to say something, he lifts his hand and covers your mouth. The motion makes you both hold still. His eyes dart from yours to his palm on your lips and back. He exhales slowly. Without you noticing, he has moved closer to the sink, his body now almost aligned with yours. The pressure of his palm is firm but soft, his fingers warm and his thumb hooked under your chin slightly moving over your skin.

"Are you in here?" Tommy calls.

Joel snaps back into motion and turns his head toward the door. "I'll be out in a sec."

"Oh okay," Tommy says behind the door. "Can you maybe get a couple more towels when you get down?"

"Sure," Joel's voice comes out a little harsh, but you both hear Tommy's steps fading.

His hand is still resting on your mouth, when he turns his head back toward you. As if burned, he immediately pulls it away.

"Are you keeping me a secret, Mr. Miller?" You say and grin.

"That is not funny," he says. "I wouldn't even know how to explain that to Tommy."

"Do you trust him that little?"

"People jump to conclusions," he says.

"I've never cared about where other people jump," you say.

Joel's mouth twitches slightly. "I thought so."

You shrug. "People slip and get into accidents all the time. No big deal."

"So you regularly have these interactions with your superiors?" Joel asks mockingly.

"Will it make you happy if I tell you that you're the first, Mr. Miller?"

"Watch it, sweetheart," he growls. "I ain't up for that shit in my house."

He takes a quick glance down your body as if reminding himself of something and steps away from you. "And don't call me Mr. Miller when you're sitting on my bathroom sink barely dressed."

"If you prefer Chief, just say so." You put your palms on the counter and push yourself off, sliding down, until your feet hit the cold tile. "And the last time I checked, this was a pool party, so I will remind you that my attire is perfectly reasonable."

"If you think that thing is reasonable then you gotta watch a lot more than just your tone," he rumbles and crosses his arms. His chest flexes slightly and the image of him in his towel will probably be ingrained in your mind until you take your last breath.

"So you keep telling me," you say.

"Maybe you should start to listen," he replies.

"Maybe you should put on some pants before we're having that argument again," you suggest and mirror his movement, crossing your arms. "You know, to keep things professional."

"Maybe you should do the same," he retorts.

"What?" You say, looking down at your bikini. "You don't like red?"

He averts his eyes. "I really need you to put on your clothes."

You grab your bag. "This might be your house, Miller, but I'm not following orders on a holiday."

"Put on your goddamn clothes," he repeats in a threateningly low voice.

"No." You shake your head curtly. "And you can't make me."

His eyes lower themselves to yours and his mouth morphs into a wicked grin. "You'd be surprised at what I can make you do."

"Probably not." You shoot him the same grin back, make your way to the door and grab the handle. The door opens with a click and you catch his glance. "But I sure do like to see you try."

--------- 1 hour later ---------

Tommy has been busy at the grill, bringing out steaks and veggies to everyone. You're sitting at a table with Tommy's friends Dan and Ray as well as Casey and his friend Marie. Ray is big on musicals, so you're all still talking about the Wicked, when Joel steps out the backdoor of the house. His hair is dry and a little puffy. He is wearing a dark green button down, which seems way too warm for this kind of weather. His gaze rakes across the garden and surely directly lands on you. Without hesitation he begins to walk across the grass toward your table. He looks full of conviction. Let's see how long that will hold up.

"I told you it was Oscar worthy," Ray says to Casey, "She trained years to sing this way. Glinda has always been her dream role."

"Sure, sure," Casey agrees. "I just think she wouldn't have been as good without Cynthia. She basically carried the movie."

Until the last possible moment, you think Joel might walk past, but he takes a halt at the table, looks around it and pulls the empty chair, right next to yours to sit down. You look up at him, but he's watching Casey and Ray continue talking. His proximity makes you uneasy - as if you hadn't just had your hands on his chest moments ago. You can't get it out of your head. The way his body felt pressed to yours, the grip of his arms around your hips. You wish you had never felt it in the first place. Right?

"What do you think, Joel?" Ray turns to him and watches him expectantly.

"'bout what?" He asks.

"Do you think Ariana should have gotten the Oscar for her Glinda?" Ray explains and you frown at Joel. As if he had actually seen the movie.

"Don't know 'bout her," Joel shrugs. "But the green one definitely should have gotten one."

"Elphaba," Casey corrects and adds: "That's what I've been saying this whole time."

"You've seen Wicked?" You look at Joel in surprise.

He doesn't turn toward you, but Ray nods. "Oh yes, we do a movie night every first Friday of the month, when Joel doesn't have the night shift."

You can't help but grin, imagining Joel at the movies watching Wicked with a sobbing group of friends and your brother, who has always been easy to bring to tears ever since he was a kid.

"We love musicals," Ray says. "But my personal favourite is definitely Cabaret."

"What's your favourite?" You tease and finally Joel turns his head and lays his molten eyes on you.

He stills for a moment and then says: "The Sound of Music."

"Really?" You say.

He shrugs and without any hesitation, as if it were the most normal thing to do, lifts his arm and drapes it on the top of your chair, directly behind your back. "Maybe I just like women with an attitude and hate Nazis."

There's a rattle in your chest that makes you lean back a little into him. As if a skittish bird had just awaken from a clap in the distance. His arm at your back feels like a thousand matches scraping against a matchbox.

"Don't we all?" Ray claps his hands and gets into a conversation with the rest of the table about their plans for the rest of summer. Casey's eyes flick to Joel for a split second and his eyebrows narrow almost unnoticeable, but he just turns back to Ray.

"By the way," Dan says. "The garden looks lovely, Joel."

"Thanks," he says, a little hint of red appearing at the base of his neck. "I'm glad you like it."

He leans back into his chair and observes the conversation.

"The city has agreed to everything you suggested in your report," Joel suddenly mumbles and turns to you.

"I know," You nod. "Daniel told me."

"You know he didn't give you any credit, right?"

"Oh I knew that," you say. "I didn't do it because I wanted to get credit for it."

Joel's frown deepens. "Why did you do it then?"

You lower your eyes. "Because he said it was important to you."

Joel's head reels back slightly as if you had just said something offensive. He huffs out a breath and clears his throat.

After a few seconds of silence, he says: "How did you do that?"

"Do what?" You ask, meeting his gaze.

"Convince them," he says. "I've been trying to get them to sign off on these things for weeks."

"Well, it's sort of what I went to school for."

He shakes his head. "I've met a lot of lawyers and I don't think you can learn that shit in school."

"It's just about finding out what they need," you explain.

"Need? Like motivation?"

"No," you say. "It's not about what drives them. Ambition is too obvious and most people can easily see if you are just trying to appeal to that. It's more about what they desire when no one is watching."

"So like lust?" He mumbles only for you to hear. His eyes lazily graze over your mouth.

You shake your head slightly. "Not everything is about sexual desire. Most people don't actually care as much about that as one would think. It's much more about a specific feeling they crave that comes with receiving something you hadn't realised you needed in the first place."

"And how do you find out what that is?" His eyes are still stuck to your now parted lips. Dark. Waiting. Expecting.

"You look very closely and wait," you say. "People are too impatient. They don't see what's directly in front of them."

Joel furrows his brows but stays silent.

"You know like their incentive. That could be power, attention, acceptance?"

"Go on," he says.

"You create this idea in them that the thing you want them to do is actually going to satisfy that need. Almost as if you're not actually convincing them at all, they're doing it for you."

A slight breeze catches his hair and unlocks a strand that dances on his forehead.

"Everyone wants to do the right thing," you say. "You just need to assure them what the right thing actually ist."

"Do me," Joel mumbles, his voice is low.

Your eyebrows shoot up. "Sorry?"

"How would you manipulate me?" He asks, a glint of mocking in the corner of his eyes. "Or is my soul of stone to hard to read?"

"I've watched you, Mr. Miller," you say. "And a lack of emotion is not something you suffer from."

"You've been watching me?" The corner of his mouth twitches.

"Of course I have," you say. "It's my job to shadow you, is it not?"

You lean back and the hem of your dress slowly falls back, revealing a glimpse of your upper thigh. Joel's jaw ticks, as he takes in your bare skin. His fingers on your chair twitch and softly touch the back of your shoulder just to immediately clench into a fist.

"And what have you found out?"

"That you're no exception," you say. "You also just want to do the right thing. Like a good chief of police."

"And the right thing is doing what you want?"

"It's not about what I want," you say.

"What is it then?" He asks and leans in.

"Huh?" You reply and catch yourself raising your chin to meet his face. The conversation at the table has completely drowned out. You hear nothing but the sound of his breath on your face and feel only his arm pressing against your back. You wonder what it feels to be touched by him with intent, not just by accident. Would he move differently? Or do his hands find their way just as easily?

"What is it that you want?" Joel drawls.

"Are you trying to manipulate me?" You asks, wearily.

"I'm trying to understand you," He says.

"For what?"

"So I can figure out why your mouth seems to never match the story your eyes are telling."

And it's in that moment you realise that the chief of police might be capable of more than what you thought you'd bargained for.

#pedro pascal #fanfic #joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal x reader #pedrohub #pedro pascal characters #joel miller x female reader #fanfiction

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forlorn-crows · 3 days ago

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all of my ritual goodies from milwaukee (minus the VIP water bottle that is currently in the dishwasher and a fun grucifix printed scrunchie), featuring fun moments from the show below:

(not pictured, the drumstick mountain threw to me bc someone yanked it out of my hand and didnt give it back ^_^)

pre show:

the VIP staff rocked it, both at early checkin and normal VIP checkin. they were so nice and helpful, special thanks to the woman with the bandana and megaphone!!

handed out all of my bracelets in the early checkin line, there were about 40 of us there by 11am. lots of people had bracelets and trinkets for trading, and some lovelies had water, juice, and fruit snacks to share in case we needed it.

while in line for actual checkin, an alleged tour bus driver (from what those around me posited given anecdotal evidence) took a pic of my sign (BANG ME LIKE YOUR DRUMS, MOUNTAIN) and said "tobias is gonna love this"

cool ghoul cosplayer in line, he also complimented me on my sign

a rogue vessel cosplayer appeared and was handing out little squishy donuts (more on my interaction with them at the end of the show later)

vanessa appears by the pit-goers; as she sweeps across the barrier, i hold my sign up and she pointed me out during GTV live, i of course blew kisses for my boy juuuust in case he might have been watching backstage lol. so yes, if you go back to the live, you'll see my face. don't look too hard at it hfsjdj.

talked with the people around us (@belle--ofthebrawl got a spot on barrier on the right side, @miasmaghoul had a seat two rows behind pit, and @coffeeghoulie and i got this spot about 2 - 3 people back from barrier right in the middle), one person said this was her first concert EVER.

during show (in no particular order bc who can remember that):

rain is gorgeous up close, somehow i forget but this costume on him? literal perfection.

speaking of, costumes are BETTER in person, photos really dont do them justice. they're so sparkly and shiny and fun.

i had perfect view of mountain the entire time, literally straight on. so glad he switched out of that damn top hat, he looks so good with his veil.

the back row (tempest, mount, storm, and rory) were closer to the front of the stage than last tour, and i appreciated that! they deserve more attention so i was glad they brought them forward more.

because of that, i noticed storm IMMEDIATELY after curtain drop. not just because he's big boy (<3) but his dancing, he was jamming the entire time.

papa holding his mic stand like a rockstar (horizontally) and prancing around to the beat during lachryma (?)

papa being La Creatura during the cirice intro. still trying to scare people when he doesnt have wings like his brother. did the zombie arms tho.

spirit live is. oh my god. loved it.

per aspera!!

aeon was being bendy and a good performer and i wanted to throttle him soooo badly. who let him be like this. who does he think he is.

also pretty sure i saw the outline of aeon's cock through his bodysuit at one point when he was strutting up to the front. it leans to the left.

me sobbing as i thought i would during DATHOML. im so glad tobias chose to perform this, it's so good. my hand was over my mouth for half of the song just taking it in.

during the opening of DATHOML, rain covered the bottom half of his face with his veil and covered his mouth with his hand over that.

during mummy dust, there's little animated mummy dust bills floating around on the big screens.

papa growls <3.

cirrus just. fucking getting it. she was so wonderful to watch. and HOTTTT. i always forget how fun and emotive she is, acting out lyrics and such. and she was such a shining star during her keytar solo.

cirrus and aeon leaning on each other after the mummy dust solo, i'm talking head back on each other's shoulders and sort of rocking with the music before cirrus went back to her platform.

papa fingering the mic stand again. slut. smelling his fingers and everything.

tempest actually is taller than i imagined, and very striking in person.

i believe i caught a little bit of the rain-pretending-to-jerk-off movement, but just the end bit where he 'flicks' it off.

cirrus and dew cuteness while dueling solos in umbra, sort of playing into trying to one up each other, perfect solos, no notes. their back and forth, the "yeah, i can do that, so what". cirrus rolling her eyes when dew goes in for the drawn-out solo part at the end.

also a chunk of us in pit chanting "cowbell, cowbell" at the beginning of umbra waiting for papa to rise up with it. and aurora sort of smacking at perpetua's hands when he, as usual, is late to give her the damn thing.

tempo is slightly slower on umbra when played live.

they snuck in that instrumental soundbite from the end of the satanized music video before one of the songs but i can't remember which!

aeon played facing mountain on his platform at one point.

satan prayer, very extensive teaching moment from papa so we could "get" the lyrics and sing it back to him.

so many lapel grabs and crouchy dancing from storm, he made me giddy every time i chose to look at him.

"i have to sort of keep it on the down low . . . i think id rather spill some milk on all of you" because perpetua "could make a joke about the dairy state".

kevin doing his leafblower duties.

aurora and storm dancing together with their tamobrines on his platform during danse macabre (?)

rain billowy veil princess and also flamingo leg and tits and--

could really see dew's eyes when he got close to us.

i loved watching tobias just. have fun. being able to see his facial expressions, all the little smirks.

perpetua pausing, 'bracing' himself for us to yell blasphemy, heresy! at him after the bridge of satanized and running away after.

no year zero choke :( but rain did lean back for dew and dew sort of peered over his shoulder.

mountain and his many signature holding-up-one-drumstick moments.

aeon is too bendy and needs to be stopped.

perpetua arguing with rain to get out of the way after the first chorus of year zero. rain jerking his head telling perpetua to move. perpetua gestures again. rain shakes his head like 'bitch im not moving'.

papa saying Ghost always comes back to WI bc we "always show up".

future is a foreign land, same changing of "the dark fascist regime will be gone" and "so let us pray for more, in 2034". aeon had the black acoustic guitar, mainly played while sitting on mount's platform steps.

storm doing his devil horn gesture, even cirrus did it too at one point.

faith!!

badass cerberus mode at the end of rats.

papa: "do i look like i need convincing?" when he came out for the pre encore. saying "we play all the good songs first, at the end we're sort of scraping the bottom of the barrel"

perpetua calling dew "junior" after fistbumping him in his little thing before squammer (something like "knock 'em out, junior") and saying dew got "this kickass boot from kicking too many asses" while dew soaked up the attention.

i heard a "wobble!" from perpetua during danse macabre. copia is trying to come out lol.

the Ghost light up marquee!! i loved that they included that in the set design, i think its so camp.

i feel very lucky where i ended up, even if it wasn't barrier. i could really see the entire stage and being in the middle, we got lots of interaction from papa. i think that will be my last pit show for this band with how the VIP tiers keep getting pricier and more varied, and despite what you'll read next, i do think it was honestly the best Ghost show i've been to. and i'm a BIG fan of the no phones, it was so much more enjoyable, and people were actually singing and interacting more because of it, which made my experience better (as we know it does for the band).

bows/post show:

i held up my sign during bows, doing my due diligence to spot the husband. mountain made his way to the middle of the stage, stood still like he was scanning where to throw the next drumstick. then, he points at my sign, smiles. the point changed to a thumbs up, and he threw a drumstick for me!! sadly, the person next to me managed to get a hold of it as well and yanked it out of my hand despite my clear grip on the bottom half of it. but the real ones (and the people around me) know he threw it to me :(

met up with @enragedtiefling and her hubby briefly at the end of the show before having to say goodbye, she gave dottie a bracelet and also two bracelets for me to give to miasma and belle.

vessel cosplayer found me and asked if i wanted a donut, but said "here, let me do this though" and motioned for me to bow my head down so they could place the donut on my horns i was wearing. very cute interaction and made me smile

and thats about all that i can remember without combing through song by song on the setlist. i will be stashing the little interaction with mountain right next to the memory of dew 'smoking' his pick in front of me during MOAC (which he did this show again, i saw him off to stage right) at my first ritual in '22 and throwing me the pick.

#crow rambles #skeletour #skeletour milwaukee #the band ghost #ritual recap

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her0ine1983 · 28 days ago

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You're mine. But I'm not yours. #1

explicit rpf below, please don't interact if you are not comfortable with this MDNI!!!

mean!fuckboy joost x reader

part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 || part 5

author's note: encouraged by all the headcanons about mean and fuckboy Joost (which I totally fall for...), I decided to share my own takes. I don't have a full fanfic idea for this yet, but I really have a strong urge to write something quickly, so for now I'm gonna post some drabbles in parts.

You sit on the edge of his unmade bed, scrolling through your phone mindlessly.

Your dress is still on. So are your shoes. Joost paces in front of the open window, a cigarette between his fingers, and you can see the tension in his jaw. You don't understand why he invited you over tonight. Normally, you'd already be naked in his arms. Instead, you're getting the silent treatment.

"You gonna keep acting like this all night, or…?", you finally work up the courage to ask.

"Who... who the fuck is Timo?", he says out of nowhere, turning to you slowly, leaning against the windowsill.

"What?", you say, brows furrowing, caught totally off guard.

"Don't play stupid", his voice now rough and full of accusation, "The guy in the comments under your recent pic... on Instagram... telling you that you look gorgeous as always... who the fuck is that prick?", he says, tilting his head and exhaling smoke from his lungs.

"Oh, him... he's just a friend. We went to uni together", you sigh, wondering what he's trying to prove this time.

"A friend? No guy calls a girl gorgeous unless he's trying to fuck her...", he scoffs, flicking ash out the window.

"Wow... that's rich coming from you", the second the words leave your mouth, you regret them.

Joost stiffens before turning to face you, nostrils flaring as he approaches.

"What did you say?", his tone sharpens with rage. You don't look away, even though you're already tired of this fight that's barely started.

"I said it's rich, Joost... you know that firsthand, don’t you?", you reply, trying to keep your cool, "You flirt with half of Amsterdam. I saw your arm around that girl on your story last night. You think I didn't notice? You think I'm that blind?"

"Oh, I know you noticed. But it's not a big deal. And you keep coming back here anyway", he says with that smug voice, crushing the cigarette in the ashtray.

You don't move, not even when he kneels between your thighs and tilts your face up with two fingers, forcing you to look straight into his eyes.

"You signed up for this", Joost's blue eyes search yours, "I'm not made for relationships and you know that. I never lied to you", he murmurs, his warm hand sliding onto your upper thigh.

"I know. But somehow you just made me feel like maybe I matter to you", tears sting the back of your eyes.

He doesn't say a word in response, just kisses you fiercely, teeth clashing. Then he shoves you back onto the bed, yanks your dress up with one hand, while the other bracing beside your head.

"You drive me fucking crazy", he growls straight into your ear, "I don't want to see you with the other guys. I don't want to see them thirsting over you, not even in your stupid comments. And I don't care if I'm your boyfriend or not..."

"You don't get to–", you gasp as his fingers slide between your legs.

"I do", he snaps, pulling your panties aside, "Because you let me."

And he's right.

You always let him.

Even when you cry yourself to sleep.

Even when he ghosts you for three days straight, and you're losing your shit, wondering what's he's doing.

Even when you see stories of him at parties, with girls draped all over him.

And once again, he fucks you like he owns you.

You hate yourself for doing this, for letting him do it to you, but each deep thrust reminds you why you keep holding on to him. You need him, even if it's the worst thing for you.

"Say you're mine. Promise me you won't let some losers fuck you like I do", he whispers against your jaw, gripping your waist tighter.

"I'm not yours, Joost", you say back, trembling, "You can't tell me what to do when you do whatever the fuck you want. And with whoever you want..."

"Don't make this harder than it has to be," he mutters under his breath, suddenly stopping his movements inside you.

"Do you even like me? Or is this just convenience?", you snap, pushing him off you and sitting up, pulling your dress down and fixing your underwear, "Sorry, I can't... I can't be the only one hurting all the time..."

"What's your fucking problem, girl? Just a week ago, you were straight up begging me to fuck you", Joost says, running his hand through his messy blond hair, frustration etched all over his face.

"You're my problem", you stand and grab your bag from the nightstand.

He doesn't even try to stop you.

You walk out, slamming the door behind you, promising yourself you won't step foot in his place ever again.

But who are you trying to fool this time?

You always come back here.

Always come back to him.

#joost klein x reader #joost x reader #joost x you #joost klein x you #joost rpf #joost klein rpf #my drabbles

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ssentimentals · 5 months ago

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Non idol soonyoung+51 meet ugly if it’s still available? I feel like he is THE member for this prompt😆 love your writing and I hope you’re doing well!🫶

hi anonie! ahaha i agree, soonyoung really fits this prompt very well :D thank you for being so sweet, i hope you're doing well too!

prompt: meet ugly/awkward first meetings

hoshi is not exactly a picture perfect gentleman, but he is a nice guy in general, just not in the moments when he's in a hurry for probably the most important interview in his life. so yes, he thinks he can be excused for acting a bit pretty and not letting pretty girl grab his taxi.

'i literally opened the door first,' you say, frowning.

'no and i'm in a hurry,' hoshi cuts out, holding the door from the other side.

'and you think i'm not?'

usually, hoshi is nice. in any other circumstance he'd let you have this cab and maybe he'd even try to get your number while doing it cause you are very pretty. but this is not a normal circumstance, so all he does is simply get in the car. what he did not expect, however, is you doing the same. 'what the-'

you huff, rolling your eyes. 'the sheer audacity! i wanted to be nice, but i can't be nice to guys who act like this. get out, i got here first.'

time is ticking and hoshi swears he's a nice guy, but: 'no, you get out.'

'no, you-'

'you both get out right now,' the driver speaks up, turning to both of you with the glare. 'who even let you in? i'm waiting for my client.'

'oh.'

hoshi instantly opens his uber, knowing full well that at this traffic his luck of getting in time is decreasing rapidly. hee notices how you start doing the same and shit, he can't let your car get faster than his- 'listen, i'm sorry, but i'm running late for my job interview and i really need to find a cab. can you order yours once i found mine?'

you are really pretty. even with displeasure written across your face, you are still really pretty. hoshi mentally slaps himself for getting distracted in the middle of your speech: '- and anyways, your lack of time management is not my problem, because i also have an important interview-'

'and you're late for it? so it's not only me with time management problems, huh?'

for a second you look like you're about to hit him but then familiar ping distracts you both - notifications that a car was assigned and is now on the way. awkward silence falls between you two; hoshi's nerves get the best of him and he barely stays still. 'so, what job interview?' he asks.

he needs to get his mind out of the gutter, because overthinking about his own interview makes him dizzy. you, however, don't look like you're eager to talk to him at all, judging by the way frown you send his way: 'really?'

'yeah, well, there's nothing else to do while we're waiting for the taxi,' hoshi says, not swayed by your tone. 'we can-'

'wait for the taxi in silence,' you cut off, turning away from him.

it stings, but by the way your shoulders are hunched and how tense your posture is, he knows that you actually need it too. you also need this distraction, need to focus on something else other than stressful situation ahead. and he is right because in few minutes you mutter reluctantly: 'it's in IT department. i've been waiting for this opportunity in a long time.'

hoshi nods. he can relate, because he's also been waiting for this opportunity in a long time and it's also in IT. he tells you as much, adding bit about countless sleepless nights spent studying all kinds of cases and questions that can be asked. the more he talks, the more you warm up to him until you both are standing not far, facing each other. cars in front of you almost don't move, stuck in a horrible traffic. 'maybe we can walk? think it'll be faster. you're planning to go to the city center, right?' hoshi turns to you, smiling. 'wanna walk together?'

you check your uber and sigh. 'yeah, let's go.'

smile suits you much more than the frown - this is what hoshi learns on your way to the building. you both walk in a hurried pace and when you turn at the same street as him, a suspicion starts to creep in. he doesn't voice it, because you also realize what's happening when you two stop in front the same building. 'no way,' you breathe out, looking at him with wide eyes. 'you are- wait. 8th floor?'

hoshi nods. he was told that it's going to be a group interview, but what are the odds- 'fate is a funny thing,' he mumbles, holding the door open for you.

you arch your eyebrow at him, trying not to smile. 'fate?'

hoshi grins. 'what else can you call it? we first fought over a taxi, then waited for ours to arrive only to both deciding to walk to end up at the same building, going to the same company for the same interview.'

you both enter the room with one minute to spare. there are two more guys inside and they greet you both with accusing glares. 'we're not late,' hoshi says defensively, taking a seat next to yours.

nerves come back full force once two senior managers come in and he tries to keep his voice steady as he introduces himself. he glances at you and his heart slows down a bit and nerves disappear, when you turn and whisper: 'good luck, you.'

hoshi can't help but smile. 'good luck, you.'

a/n: can this be considered as an awkward first meeting? :/ hopefully yes, let me know! - nini

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Over-Time Ch12

(CEO!Miguel x Shy/Clumsy!Reader)

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4,Ch5, Ch6, Ch7, Ch8, Ch9, Ch10, Ch11

Warning: MINORS DNI, sexual thoughts, slow-burn, mentions of sex, bullying, cussing, fluff, touch starved

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"I'd like to first of all, thank everyone for coming to tonight's event. We, at Alchemax, could have never gotten this far without all of your ongoing support."

Miguel was just as charming as he spoke to the crowd before him. You couldn't help but adore him from your corner, silently cheering him on. You could never give a speech like Miguel could. You would freeze up in place.

As Miguel keep speaking, you glanced over at the crowd. Some were staring at you, probably wondering who you were. Lowering your head, you tried to ignore those looks. Miguel had mentioned that people were going to expect Lyla.

They probably thought of you as a stranger.

"Now, we shall start with some awards. (Y/N), if you would?" Miguel motioned towards you.

Unable to hide your creeping blush, you stumbled towards him. How embarrassing. Miguel just smiled as you handed him the tablet, his hand resting on your lower back.

How could Miguel act so normal? As if he didn't just make a complete moaning mess of you a few minutes ago?

As if he didn't just tell you that he was going to fuck you senseless right after this event? Just the thought of Miguel pinning you against the bed, thrusting his dick into you started to get you wet again. Oh how his fingers felt as they stirred you up inside.

"Mhm,"

The sound of clapping snapped you back to reality, causing your face to burn up. Now was NOT the time to be thinking about such dirty, yet delicious, thoughts. This was a professional setting and you needed to behave!

Miguel was starting to give out awards to some of his associates. Taking the awards from Miguel, you smiled as you held them while the named associates came on the stage to shake hands with Miguel. Your palms were getting sweaty.

How could you act normal after what happened? Standing next to this God of a man, whom had such a strong desire for you.

"And the next award-"

Handing the first award, you gulped as the person stared at you. Playing with your fingers, you started to feel the pressure again as you took the next award.

Trying to distract yourself, you looked back into the crowd. As you did, you noticed the woman from earlier in the bathroom. She was making direct eye contact with you. Actually, it almost felt like she was glaring at you.

"(Y/N)?" Miguel whispered towards you.

"S-Sorry!" You stuttered as you handed out the next award.

This was embarrassing.

"Seems like my lovely assistant is getting bored, haha. I must do better, but we can all agree she is more subtle than our dear Lyla." Miguel chuckled.

The crowd laughed as Miguel smiled towards you. He was trying to make this as comfortable as possible. You owed him for sure.

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Miguel had you pressed against the wall as he ravished your mouth. His hands holding your ass up as he grinded against you. After his speech, Miguel spent no time wanting another taste of you. It made your heart flutter and your cunt wet.

"(Y/N), you make me crazy. What were you thinking about up there?" Miguel asked as he kissed your neck.

"Y-You know what," You stuttered, gasping softly as you held onto his shoulders, "M-Miguel...w-we shouldn't-"

"I know. I just need this," He groaned lowly before setting you down, "I'll behave. I'll enjoy my feast after this."

You shuddered at the thought before following Miguel out of the room. Once you did, the two of you were met with that woman from earlier.

"Tch," Miguel's face turned sour.

"Miguel! What a wonderful speech!" Dana smiled, "So many people couldn't help but congratulate us. Now, I don't believe we have properly introduced each other. I'm-"

"Dana. Leave." Miguel spat as he stood in front of you, "You don't need to keep this petty shit up."

"Ha, Miggy, you're cruel side is showing. You know that I don't mind, but the little mouse behind you might not."

"Miguel?" You whispered, confused.

"(Y/N), was it? Hello, I'm Dana, Miguel's fiance-"

"Ex" Miguel spat.

"Just a hiccup in our relationship."

"There is no relationship." Miguel hissed and grabbed your hand, "If you know what's best, Dana, you would leave."

You felt the air grow tense between the two. This was the first time you have ever seen Miguel so angry, so scary. He grabbed your hand as gently as before and dragged you away.

Dana's smile felt cruel as she glared towards you. Following Miguel out of the hallway, you went to reach for him. Miguel flinched at first before sighing heavily. His hand went to stroke your cheek, his smile looking pained,

"Sorry, mi amor (my love). That woman just...brings out an ugly side of me." Miguel sighed heavily, "Would you like me to take you home?"

"But don't you still have more-"

"Don't worry about my work. I want to make sure that you're okay."

Your heart started to flutter again. Grabbing Miguel's hand, you couldn't help but smile.

"Thank you, Miguel. Um...If it...really is okay, I'd like to go home."

"Of course,"

Miguel kissed your hand before taking you by the waist. He held you close as he brought you outside. Even with all that anger, he was still such a gentlemen.

Although, judging by his attitude, Miguel might not be in the mood to continue where the two of you left off. That, and you were a little concerned about this 'Dana' woman. She was his Miguel's ex-fiance, so what happened?

Why did Miguel let go of such a beautiful woman?

And if something where to happen between the two of you, would he be as cruel? Just the thought hurt your heart.

"(Y/N), I can see you getting tense," Miguel whispered as he opened the car door for you, "Please, don't fret too much about Dana. I will tell you about her...when I'm ready," Miguel said with a soft sigh.

"Okay,"

"Just know, that she is a vile woman." Miguel shut the door, pulling you onto his lap, "Don't let her put things in your head. I don't want her tainting you."

"Hehe," You chuckled softly, wrapping your arms around his neck, "I trust you."

"What did I do to deserve you?"

Miguel pecked your lips, his hands roaming your waist.

His touch easing your worries.

His warmth comforting you.

"Miguel..." You whispered as his kisses grew more intense, "Want to stay over?"

"Thought you'd never ask."

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newtthetranswriter · 10 months ago

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Okay, so of course this is a giulio gandini request because no one has been writing about him yet, but I NEED him now, so.. 👀

(Sry if these are a bit corny, I'm a sucker for tooth rotting fluff!!)

‼️*SMALL MHA YOUR NEXT SPOILERS*‼️

So maybe a gaming one where the reader kinda teaches him how, baking with him, or you know how thought the movie he is basically telling us that he is alone and Anna saved him?? Well, they save Anna, so they don't talk as much as they used to. Then, one day, he runs into reader and it's like the "I'd thought I'd never love again, until I found her" yk??

(Sry, Ik this is long, i just love him, sm!!😫🥹)

Word Count: 2370

Paring: Giulio Gandini x gn!reader

Warnings: Angst to fluff, Spoilers for My Hero Academia: You’re Next, Slight Spoilers for the My Hero Manga (nothing huge just talk about the clean up efforts), Ooc Giulio (As far as I know this is the first Giulio fic so I don;t know how others write for him and it might be a little off nothing to bad though)

A/n: Hello anon. Thank you so much for the Request. I hope this meets your expectations, as Giulio might be a little ooc, but I am happy with how this turned out. Also I went with gender neutral pronouns, i hope that's okay, it only mentioned like once though. Anyways enjoy, remember requests are open, and as always remember to hydrate or diedrate.

Living in the U.A. shelter was not how I expected my spring to go, but alas with the war between Villains and Heroes reaching its turning point there wasn’t any other option. Though unlike most of the refugees staying in U.A., I was brought here after I helped take down Dark Might. I was working alongside my close friend Giulio to locate and kill his boss Miss Anna, who had been kidnapped by the Gullini family, when we ran into the students of Class A. After the battle to take out the crime family, the three of us were offered shelter within U.A. in case friends of the Gullinis tried to come after us.

We were each given rooms within the many U.A Dormitories where the students normally stayed. Luckily we had ended up in the same building and we’re able to spend our time together. Even though the state of the world isn’t great, we have been settling nicely into our temporary life. Most days are spent talking and trying to ignore the growing threat of villains, or walking around the shelter and learning about the campus we currently call home.

It’s usually all of us who go on these walks but every now and then Anna doesn’t join, leaving me and Giulio to explore on our own. At first the days where it was just the two of us reminded me of the time we spent tracking down Anna, but slowly things started to feel different.

Slowly our walks went from having long discussions about what we wanted to do once we were able to leave U.A. to Giulio just walking along with me in silence as I rambled on about whatever thought came to mind. At first I thought he might have just been tired and didn’t have much thought to add that day, but slowly he started acting like I was speaking to him even when we were back in the dormitories. Again I wrote it off as him being tired and tried to act like it wasn’t affecting me.

After a few days of him acting like I wasn’t there, I began to worry that I might have done something to upset him. The fear of having upset him was only cemented when I asked if want to join me for a walk and he just walked away like I hadn’t said anything. I stood frozen, searching through recent memory of anything that I may have done that could possibly have upset Giulio, but nothing seemed to stand out.

My train of thought was interrupted by Anna waving a hand in front of my face. I blinked quickly before nodding at her to acknowledge that I was paying attention. “What was that about? I’ve never seen Giulio act like that, especially when it comes to you.” She asked, having also noticed our friend’s weird behavior.

I shrugged at the blonde before responding. “I have no clue. He’s been acting weird the past few days and I can’t figure out why.” I explained.

Anna turned to watch as the red head began making himself some tea, before speaking again. “Maybe he’s just tired? We have been through a lot these past couple weeks and he got his replacement leg the other day so he probably just wants to relax a bit. You know how Giulio can be, since everything happened he has been one for big crowds and stuff like that.” She suggested.

Her reasoning made sense but I couldn’t stop thinking that it had something to do with me. “You’re probably right, I can’t imagine it’s easy to adjust to a new limb.” I told her, not voicing my internal worries. “I’m just going to head back to my room, now that I think about it. I borrowed some books from the school, so I’ll just read for the day.” I explained moving to head to the elevator.

“Well, okay, enjoy your books. I’m sure Giulio will be easier to talk to tomorrow.” Anna said waving goodbye as the elevator closed behind me.

Time Skip

That was over a week ago. Not once has Giulio spoken to me in that time. I had tried multiple times to get him to talk to me, but every time I tried he either walked away or just acted like I hadn’t even spoken. Every time he ignored me, I brushed it off telling myself that he was just tired or he hadn’t heard me.

Unfortunately, I was forced to face the truth in the worst way. I had just entered the common room of the dorm building, when I heard hushed voices coming from the kitchen area.

“I already told you, it’s easier this way.” The first voice was clearly Giulio, and he sounded irritated.

I silently moved to be standing closer to the kitchen but still out of sight and waited to hear what else was being said. “You can’t just stop talking to them, Giulio. You need to explain yourself at least.” That was Anna, and from how exasperated she sounded, I could tell this wasn’t the first time they have had this conversation.

The responding sigh was a tell tale sign that Giulio was tired of the conversation. “And tell me Anna how exactly am I supposed to Y/n that I don’t want to be friends anymore?” After hearing that one question I knew it was over, I had lost one of my long time friends and there was nothing I could do about it. I didn’t wait to hear the blonde's response before running out of the dorm building.

Knowing now that Giulio was ignoring me because he was done with our friendship hurt worse than any injury I could receive from a villain. I had been the one to save him from the burning rubble of the Scervino house after the Gullinis attacked and I helped him recover quickly so he could find Anna. We had been through so much together, but I guess all good things come to an end. I just wish he could have told me before he stole my heart.

After leaving the dorms I made my way to the staff offices within the U.A. school building. Once I was there I requested to be moved to a different refugee shelter as soon as possible. If Giulio didn’t want to be around me anymore, then he wouldn’t have to. It didn’t take long to get approval and shortly after I returned to the dorm to pack what little belongings I had, a couple Proheroes arrived to help me get to the new shelter safely. When the gates of U.A. closed behind me, I sighed knowing that even if this hurt me it would remove stress from the two people who meant everything to me.

Time Skip to after the Final war arc

It’s been a few months since I last saw Giulio or Anna. The war with the villains had ended and many parts of Japan were quickly being rebuilt with the help of the Proheroes. While many of the refugees from the various shelters returned to what was left of their old lives and began rebuilding, I decided to start over. I had left my old life the day I left Giulio and Anna at U.A. so I saw no point in leaving Japan.

It was difficult to find work but I eventually found a job at a small convenience store that had narrowly survived the country wide battle. It wasn’t much but the owner also allowed me to rent out the small apartment that was over the shop for a discounted rate. Slowly but surely I was making a place for myself. Eventually I even stopped wondering what Giulio and Anna were up to, I started truly accepting that the part of my life was in the past.

At least it was in the past. It was brought back to front of my mind when a familiar head of red hair walked into the store. At first I thought I was imagining things, that maybe I hadn’t really gotten over it all like I thought. But as soon as I saw his metal hand, I knew I wasn’t just seeing things. Before I could duck behind the counter and act like I wasn’t there, he turned his head in my direction and I watched as what I could only describe as joy washed over his face.

Sure I had seen Giulio smile before but it was never directed at me. Plus with the way he treated me last time I saw him, why on earth would he be happy to see me of all people. Thinking quickly I decided to act like I hadn’t recognized him. “Welcome in, is there anything I can help you find?” I asked plastering on my fakest smile, trying to hide the conflicted thoughts rushing through my head.

I then watched as Giulio took a moment to process what I said, confusion replacing the smile that was there a second ago. “Don’t play stupid with me Y/n. We’ve been looking for you for months.” He said approaching the counter. “I also saw the way you looked at me when I walked in so don’t even bother trying to act like you don’t know me or what I’m talking about. Now mind telling me why you ran off and where you’ve been these past couple months.” It wasn’t a question, Giulio wanted answers and he was determined to get them.

Rolling my eyes I leaned against the wall behind the counter. “Why do you care? Last time I checked you weren’t talking to me.” I responded, the hurt from before turned to anger now that he was actually willing to have a conversation with me. “What was it you said to Anna that day? Oh yeah it was ‘how exactly am I supposed to Y/n that I don’t want to be friends anymore?’. Don’t come in here acting like you care when you were the one who wanted to end our friendship.” I answered, revealing that I had heard their ‘secret’ conversation.

Giulio stood in shock at my response. He wasn’t expecting such a harsh reply to his simple question. “Wait, you heard that?” He asked, sounding slightly panicked. I only nodded in response. “Did you hear the rest of that conversation?” He continued.

“No Giulio, I didn’t. Why would I stay and listen to the guy I thought was my best friend tell our friend that he was done with me? Honestly, had you told me you didn’t want to be friends anymore instead of ignoring me, I might not be upset right now.” I said not understanding why he thinks anyone would want to hear their friend talk bad about them.

Giulio sighed, he glanced around the room as if searching for the right words to say. I just watched him confused, it was not like it was a secret anymore he could just tell me the truth and be done. “I think you should have stayed and listened to the rest of that conversation.” He finally started. I was about to respond but he beat me to it. “It wasn’t that I wanted our friendship to end. It’s more the opposite actually.” He said looking down at the floor, his bangs falling to block his face from view. “I was confused about my feelings. For so long I thought I had feelings for Anna, that once she was safe from the toll her quirk put on her we would be together. But then you saved after the Gullinis took Anna, and you stuck with me the entire time after. Even when I tried to push you away, you stuck by my side promising to help me complete my mission.” I stood silent as began to explain himself. “Then even after Anna was saved and we were allowed to stay at U.A. I thought things would go the way I originally thought. But the more time I spent with just you in nonlife threatening situations, the more I realized what I really wanted.”

He paused for another moment, rolling his shoulders and taking a deep breath like he was preparing for something big. “ I thought for the longest time I wouldn’t fall in love, and then I met you and you didn’t judge me for my goal or turn your back on me when I was difficult. Y/n, I know I was childish and hurt you but if you’ll allow, I’d be honored to spend forever making it up to you.” Giulio finished as he finally looked me in the eye. It was my turn to freeze again. Of all the things I expected for him to say to me, that was not it.

I blinked a couple of times trying to fully grasp what he meant. After what felt like hours of silence I finally responded. “You’re right, you were childish and you did hurt me. But I was also childish by running away before talking things out. I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions and left without saying anything to you or Anna.” I paused to breathe for a second before truly smiling at him. “And Giulio, you can start making it up to me by taking me to dinner tomorrow.” I finished.

Giulio returned the smile, nodding in confirmation. “As you wish.” He said with a slight bow, earning a chuckle from me.

“Good, now I have to get back to work. You can pick me up here at 8.” I said while grabbing a pen and piece of paper. Quickly scribbling my new phone number down. “And here’s my new number since you’ve probably already guessed I changed phones after I left.” I finished handing him the paper.

He quickly accepted it, nodding one last time. “Of course I will see you tomorrow Y/n.” With that he turned and left the store.

As I watched him walk away I couldn’t help but wonder what would have been different if I had stayed and listened to the end of that conversation all those months ago.

(dividers by @/cafekitsune)

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WGM episode 3 | dk

episode 3: meet the family (sorta)

Author: bratzkoo Pairing: seokmin x reader Genre: fluff Rating: PG-13 Word count: 3.3k~ Warnings/note: fluff, fake marriage, and real feelings. cursing, seokmin curses a lot in his head.

summary: WE GOT MARRIED is back. Seokmin and Y/N pairs up to shoot 10 episodes for a special. Turns out, there are more things happenings off-camera than what meets the eye.

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[Opening sequence: Highlights from Episode 2, ending with Seokmin and Y/N laughing over their failed ramyeon dinner]

Narrator: "After moving into their newlywed home, our couple is about to face their biggest challenge yet—meeting each other's families! Well, sort of..."

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Seokmin was in a state of controlled panic as he arranged and rearranged the snacks on the coffee table for the ninth time. The "family meeting" episode was today, and his "family"—i.e., the SEVENTEEN members who had bullied their way into being part of the show—would be arriving any minute.

"The chips should be more centered," he muttered to himself, shifting the bowl precisely two centimeters to the left. "And maybe we need more variety? Is this enough variety? What if someone's allergic to shrimp crackers? WHY DIDN'T I THINK ABOUT ALLERGIES?"

Y/N, who had been watching this neurotic snack arrangement with growing amusement from the kitchen doorway, finally spoke up. "Are you okay? You seem a little..."

"Unhinged?" Seokmin supplied helpfully. "Deranged? One small nudge away from a complete nervous breakdown?"

"I was going to say 'anxious,' but sure, those work too."

They had spent the three days since their last filming texting almost constantly, including an actual coffee "meeting" that had stretched into a four-hour conversation that had nothing to do with the show. Seokmin had been overanalyzing every second of that interaction ever since. Did her laugh at his joke about melons mean something? Was it normal to remember someone's coffee order after hearing it once? WHY DID SHE TOUCH HIS HAND WHEN REACHING FOR THE SUGAR?

"I'm not anxious about them meeting you," Seokmin clarified, moving the chips back to their original position. "I'm anxious about them embarrassing me in front of you. There's a difference. One is normal concern, the other is pathological self-preservation."

Y/N smiled that smile that made his brain temporarily stop functioning. "I think it's cute that you care what I think."

Cute. She called me CUTE. No, wait, she called my ANXIETY cute. Is that better or worse? FOCUS, SEOKMIN.

"Cute," Seokmin echoed, nodding vigorously. "That's definitely the word for this minor meltdown I'm having. Very cute. Adorable, even. The cutest nervous breakdown you'll ever see."

"Is there anything I should know before they arrive? Any topics to avoid?"

Seokmin considered this seriously. "Don't ask Jeonghan about his sleeping habits unless you want a forty-minute lecture. Don't mention tigers around Hoshi unless you have three hours to spare. And for the love of all that is holy, don't ask Mingyu to cook anything unless you want our security deposit gone."

"Noted," Y/N said solemnly. "Anything else?"

"They're going to tease me mercilessly," Seokmin warned. "Just... ignore whatever embarrassing stories they tell you. They're all lies. Especially the true ones."

"But those are exactly the stories I want to hear," Y/N countered with a mischievous grin that did dangerous things to Seokmin's cardiac rhythm.

Seokmin was about to protest when the doorbell rang, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin. "They're here. Act natural. Wait, don't act natural. You're already natural. I'll be natural. Or try to be. What is natural, really, when you think about—"

"I'm opening the door now," Y/N interrupted gently, clearly trying not to laugh.

OH GOD HERE WE GO. PLEASE DON'T LET ME DIE OF EMBARRASSMENT BEFORE EPISODE 4.

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The apartment door swung open to reveal Jeonghan, Joshua, and Hoshi standing at the front, with the other members crowded behind them like some kind of idol group photo shoot gone wrong.

"NEWLYWEDS!" Hoshi bellowed, immediately pulling both Seokmin and Y/N into a group hug that neither had a chance to prepare for or escape from.

"Please ignore him," Joshua said calmly, offering Y/N a much more appropriate handshake once Hoshi released them. "We brought housewarming gifts."

Seokmin eyed the stack of packages in Mingyu's arms with deep suspicion. "Please tell me none of those sing, dance, or require feeding."

"None of them require feeding," Jeonghan confirmed with a smile that made Seokmin extremely nervous.

As the members filed into the apartment, Seokmin watched Y/N carefully, terrified that she would be overwhelmed by the sheer chaos that was SEVENTEEN off-camera. To his surprise, she seemed completely at ease, greeting each member politely. Was she actually enjoying this? Or was she just a really good actress? OF COURSE SHE'S A GOOD ACTRESS, IDIOT, THAT'S HER JOB.

"So," Seungkwan said the moment everyone was settled, "has Seokmin told you about the time he got locked in the practice room bathroom for three hours?"

Seokmin groaned loudly. "We've been filming for less than five minutes. Can't you at least wait until we've served snacks before you start humiliating me?"

"No," chorused approximately eleven voices.

Y/N turned to him with exaggerated interest. "You were locked in a bathroom for three hours?"

"The door handle was loose," Seokmin explained defensively. "It could have happened to anyone."

"But it happened to you," Woozi pointed out helpfully, "while you were practicing your high note for 'Don't Wanna Cry' and thought no one could hear you."

"I'm surrounded by traitors," Seokmin declared, burying his face in his hands. "Twelve Judases, all in my living room."

Y/N patted his shoulder sympathetically, the brief contact sending a jolt through him that was probably visible as electrical sparks to everyone in the room. "If it makes you feel better, I once got my hair caught in an automatic door at an awards show. The stylists had to cut me free backstage."

Seokmin peeked through his fingers. "Really?"

"Really. There are probably still YouTube compilations of it."

She's sharing an embarrassing story to make me feel better. That's... that's friendship, right? Just good friendship. Or good acting for the show. Or both. STOP OVERTHINKING, BRAIN. YOU BITCH.

"I'm looking that up RIGHT NOW," Seungkwan announced, already pulling out his phone before Vernon gently pushed it back into his pocket.

---

The next hour was a blur of stories, laughter, and the controlled chaos that always followed his members. Jun taught Y/N some Chinese phrases that Seokmin strongly suspected were not the polite greetings he claimed. Dino showed her the choreography for their next comeback on a 1/4 scale in the limited space of the living room. Mingyu insisted on making everyone coffee, which somehow resulted in him reorganizing the entire kitchen cabinets ("Your system makes no sense, hyung!").

Through it all, Seokmin found himself staring at Y/N more often than not, a fact that did not go unnoticed by his hyungs.

"You're being obvious," Joshua murmured when they were momentarily in the kitchen together.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Seokmin denied, feeling his ears burn. "I'm just... monitoring. For the show. Making sure she's comfortable. Professional monitoring."

"Sure you don't," Joshua said with a knowing smile. "Just remember this is a TV show, not a dating service."

"I KNOW THAT," Seokmin hissed, a bit too loudly. "It's all for the cameras. One hundred percent fake. Completely professional. I am a PROFESSIONAL."

"If you say so," Joshua replied, clearly unconvinced. "But maybe remind yourself a few more times, just to be sure."

Before Seokmin could formulate a response to this deeply unsettling comment, Hoshi burst into the kitchen.

"Emergency team meeting!" he announced, grabbing Seokmin's arm and dragging him toward the bathroom.

"What are you—I can't just leave—"

"Y/N is showing Seungkwan her actress friends' Instagram profiles. We have two minutes, tops," Hoshi explained, shutting the bathroom door behind them.

Inside, Jeonghan and Mingyu were already waiting, looking suspiciously like parents about to have a serious talk with their child.

"What is happening right now?" Seokmin demanded, looking between his members with growing alarm.

"Intervention," Jeonghan said simply.

"For WHAT?"

"You're falling for her for real," Mingyu stated with the confidence of someone announcing the weather.

Seokmin sputtered incoherently for several seconds. "I—what—how dare—that's not—we've only known each other for like two weeks! That's not even enough time to develop a proper skin care routine, let alone FEELINGS!"

"So you're not denying it," Jeonghan noted with a satisfied nod.

"I AM denying it! I'm denying it right now! This is me, actively denying it! Witnessing me denying! DENIAL IS HAPPENING!"

Hoshi patted his shoulder sympathetically. "It's okay, Seokmin-ah. We've all seen the way you look at her."

"Like she personally hung the moon and all the stars," Mingyu added helpfully.

"You literally giggle every time your phones buzz with texts," Jeonghan pointed out. "And Coups-hyung said you've been humming love songs in the shower."

Seokmin felt his face heating to approximately the temperature of the sun's surface. "This is—you're all—I don't—she's just—we're being FRIENDLY! For the SHOW! It's called ACTING!"

A knock on the bathroom door saved him from having to form a coherent sentence.

"Everything okay in there?" came Y/N's voice, sounding concerned. "You've been gone a while."

Four pairs of eyes widened simultaneously.

"Fine!" Seokmin called, his voice cracking embarrassingly. "Just... showing them the... fancy shower settings!"

"The... shower settings," Y/N repeated slowly.

"It has FIVE different spray options," Hoshi added enthusiastically.

There was a pause. "Okay then. Whenever you're done admiring the plumbing, your other friends are asking for you."

When her footsteps retreated, Seokmin turned to his members with murder in his eyes. "I hate all of you."

"No you don't," Jeonghan said confidently.

"You love us," Hoshi agreed.

"Almost as much as you love Y/N," Mingyu added with a wink.

Seokmin opened the bathroom door and walked out without another word, his ears burning so hot they could probably be used as emergency landing lights for aircraft.

---

When the doorbell rang again two hours later, Seokmin had almost recovered from the bathroom interrogation. The SEVENTEEN members had, thankfully, moved on to embarrassing each other equally, and Y/N had somehow managed to get Woozi talking about music production, a miracle that even the other members were impressed by.

"That'll be my friends," Y/N said, standing to answer the door. "Please be nice to them."

"I'm always nice," Seokmin protested.

"I was talking to your members," Y/N clarified with a laugh.

The door opened to reveal two women that Seokmin recognized immediately—Saemi and Elrae, both successful actresses in their own right. He'd seen them in dramas and movies, but seeing them in person, in this apartment that was supposed to be his "home," was surreal.

"Y/N!" Saemi squealed, hugging her friend tightly. "Your home is so cute!"

"And full of handsome men," Elrae added, surveying the room with approval. "You didn't tell us ALL of SEVENTEEN would be here."

Seokmin watched in fascination as Y/N's composed demeanor slipped just slightly, her expression momentarily flustered. Was she embarrassed by her friends? Embarrassed TO her friends? Embarrassed ABOUT her friends? WHY WAS EVERYTHING SO CONFUSING?

"Not all of them were supposed to come," she said pointedly, shooting a look at Hoshi, who had apparently invited the extras.

"More the merrier!" Hoshi declared, completely unrepentant.

Introductions were made, and soon the apartment was even more crowded and chaotic. Seokmin found himself sandwiched on the couch between Seungkwan and Elrae, the latter of whom seemed determined to extract every embarrassing story about Y/N that she could.

"So," Elrae said, leaning in conspiratorially, "how's the marriage going? Y/N won't tell us anything juicy."

"There's nothing juicy to tell," Seokmin insisted, though he could feel his ears betraying him by turning red again. "It's all very professional. Super professional. The most professional fake marriage in the history of professional fake marriages."

"Professional," Elrae repeated skeptically. "Right. And that's why you keep looking at her like she's the lead in your favorite drama?"

"I don't—what—I'm not—" Seokmin stammered, feeling like he was having the bathroom conversation all over again.

From across the room, Y/N caught his gaze and smiled briefly before turning back to her conversation with Joshua. Seokmin's heart did a complicated gymnastics routine that would have scored at least a 9.8 at the Olympics.

That was just a friendly smile. A colleague smile. A coworker smile. Just two coworkers, fake-married for a TV show, exchanging professional smiles. Nothing to see here.

"Wow," Elrae said, watching his face with amused interest. "You've got it bad."

"I don't have anything," Seokmin protested weakly. "Except possibly a mild cardiac condition. And that's between me and my doctor."

---

The real chaos began when Saemi suggested a game.

"Let's play 'How Well Do You Know Your Spouse'!" she announced, clapping her hands together. "The newlyweds answer questions about each other, and we see how many they get right!"

"That's not fair, they barely know each other," Vernon pointed out reasonably.

"Actually," Y/N said, sounding surprisingly confident, "I think we'll do okay."

Seokmin looked at her in surprise. "You do?"

"Don't you?" she challenged, eyebrow raised.

Oh, it's ON. Wait, why am I so excited about this? It's just a game. A game I'm suddenly VERY determined to win.

"Absolutely," he declared. "I'll have you know I am an EXPERT at Y/N trivia."

The game turned out to be both hilarious and unexpectedly revealing. To Seokmin's surprise, they actually did know quite a bit about each other—from their coffee orders to their favorite movies, from childhood pets to embarrassing moments. All those text messages and their long coffee "meeting" had apparently covered more ground than he'd realized.

"Favorite song to sing at karaoke?" Seungkwan asked.

Seokmin wrote his answer confidently, while Y/N bit her lip in concentration (which was NOT distracting, no matter what his suddenly elevated heart rate might suggest).

"Reveal!" Hoshi demanded dramatically.

Y/N turned her board: "'Unchained Melody' by The Righteous Brothers."

Seokmin flipped his: "Unchained Melody (I hit that high note EVERY time)."

The room erupted in cheers as they high-fived across the table.

"How did you know that?" Seokmin asked, genuinely amazed.

"You sang it under your breath when we were arranging the kitchen," Y/N admitted. "I Googled the lyrics later."

She remembered something so small? And took the time to look it up? That's... that's just good acting, right? Professional commitment to the role. Method acting. Or maybe she's just observant. Or maybe—STOP IT, BRAIN.

"Final question," Saemi announced, "What is your partner's biggest fear?"

This one was harder. Seokmin thought carefully before writing his answer. They hadn't explicitly discussed fears, but he had a guess based on something Y/N had mentioned in passing during their coffee not-date.

"Reveal!"

Y/N's board read: "Losing his voice before a performance."

Seokmin's read: "Being forgotten/becoming irrelevant."

There was a moment of stunned silence as they stared at each other's answers.

"That's... exactly right," Y/N said quietly. "How did you know?"

Seokmin shrugged, suddenly feeling very exposed. "You mentioned something about legacy when we were talking about career goals. It seemed important to you."

Y/N looked at him with an expression he couldn't quite read, but it made his heart do that flippy thing again. She's just surprised I was paying attention. That's all. DON'T READ INTO THIS, SEOKMIN.

"And you're right about mine too," he admitted. "It's my recurring nightmare."

The room had fallen uncharacteristically quiet, everyone sensing that this moment had somehow transcended the game.

"Well," Jeonghan finally said, breaking the tension, "I think it's safe to say they passed the test."

---

As the evening wound down, the combined group had fragmented into smaller conversations. Seokmin found himself on the balcony with Saemi, who had stepped out for some air.

"So," Saemi said, studying him with unnerving intensity, "this is going well."

"The show? Yeah, I think so. The PD seems happy with the footage." Seokmin kept his tone carefully casual.

"That's not what I meant."

"I don't know what you mean then," Seokmin lied, suddenly finding the view of neighboring buildings absolutely fascinating.

Saemi laughed softly. "You're not a very good liar, you know. Your ears are like mood rings."

Seokmin's hands flew to his ears automatically. "They are not! They're just... temperature sensitive. It's cold out here."

"It's 25 degrees Celsius," Saemi pointed out.

"That's practically winter in some countries," Seokmin argued weakly.

Before Saemi could respond, the balcony door slid open and Y/N herself stepped out.

"There you are," she said. "Everything okay?"

"Just getting some air," Seokmin said quickly. "And discussing... global climate variations."

"Global climate variations," Y/N repeated slowly.

"It's fascinating stuff," Saemi added with poorly concealed amusement. "I'll leave you two alone to continue this riveting scientific discussion."

As Saemi slipped back inside, Y/N looked at Seokmin questioningly. "Climate variations?"

"It was the first thing that came to mind," Seokmin admitted. "My brain panics sometimes."

"I've noticed," Y/N said, but there was fondness in her voice. Or was there? WAS THAT FONDNESS? Or just polite tolerance? Or professional courtesy? WHY IS HUMAN INTERACTION SO COMPLICATED?

Y/N moved to stand beside him at the railing, looking out at the city lights.

"Your members are fun," she said after a moment.

"They're exhausting," Seokmin corrected, "but yes, also fun."

"They care about you a lot. It's sweet."

"They're incredibly nosy is what they are. That bathroom 'meeting' earlier? They were interrogating me about..." he trailed off, realizing too late what he was about to reveal.

"About?" Y/N prompted.

"About whether the shower really has five spray settings," Seokmin said, the lie so obvious that even he winced.

Y/N laughed, leaning slightly against his shoulder in a way that made his heart stutter. "Your ears turn red when you lie, you know."

"They do not," Seokmin protested, feeling said ears burning traitorously. "They're just... happy ears. They express joy through redness."

"Sure," Y/N agreed amiably. "And Hoshi isn't obsessed with tigers."

They stood in comfortable silence for a moment, the noise of their friends filtering through the glass door. Seokmin was hyperaware of the few centimeters where their arms were almost but not quite touching, that tiny space of charged air that felt more significant than it had any right to be.

"This was nice," Y/N said finally. "Chaotic, but nice."

"Yeah," Seokmin agreed softly. "It was."

Their eyes met briefly, and Seokmin felt like he was standing on the edge of a very high cliff. Say something. Say ANYTHING. Tell her she looks pretty in this light. Tell her you'd like to know more about her fears and hopes. Tell her—

The balcony door slid open again, shattering the moment.

"PD says we're wrapping up for the day," Mingyu announced, oblivious to what he'd interrupted. "They got all the footage they needed."

"Coming," Y/N said, giving Seokmin one last smile before heading inside.

Seokmin lingered on the balcony for a moment, trying to collect himself.

It's just a show. It's all for the cameras. Don't get confused. Don't get attached. Don't fall for someone who's just playing a role.

But as he watched Y/N laughing with his members through the glass door, the line between reality and pretend felt increasingly blurry.

Later that night, after all the guests had left and the production team was packing up their equipment, Seokmin found a small note slipped into his jacket pocket.

"Your members passed the friend test. Mine give you a solid B+. Next time bring better snacks. - Y/N"

He read it seven times, analyzing every word choice and wondering if there was hidden meaning behind "next time." She's just being friendly. Professional. This is what costars do. They bond. They become friends. Nothing more.

Still, as he carefully folded the note and tucked it into his wallet alongside the baseball ticket stub, Seokmin couldn't help but wonder what the next episode would bring.

And why, despite all his internal protests, he couldn't wait to find out.

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