#Sofía gets an ask

[watchyourbuck]

Hey, do you know how I can watch buddies storyline from the beginning? Or at least bucks? I kind of want to go back and rewatch bi buck confirmed?

I’m not really sure what you’re asking me😅 Buck is on the show from the very first season, first episode, and Eddie is on the show from the second season, first episode (if I’m not wrong about the ep). To watch the entire storyline you’d have to start from the very beginning.

[masonscig]

AAAAH can I just say I am so soft that you remembered me and zuri🥺

I completely get why Sofia would feel pressured to say yes, it's a loaded question. Especially with her feelings about her mortality (which I'd love to hear about btw if you're down to share👀👀).

Zuri ends up saying that she's curious when she's asked about the blood drinking. She's always been a big supernatural fangirl so her answer would usually be a yes lol, but she's worried that she's only valuable to people now (ub, the chamber, rebecca - especially rebecca) because of her blood. After the brief conversation with her LI (i still have her romancing everyone💀) about her blood and them being tempted by it, she isn't keen on the possibility of having those thoughts confirmed.

Also, re: the chamber. How did Sofia feel about them before and after meeting them? And how does she feel about not being a detective anymore?

Which just sooo...uuuuaaah. I feel like it's WAY too soon for that, I don't don't have words to express how bummed I was when I read that. Especially since the detective can't say no. They've only had that title for a couple of months. I get that they're so involved that it makes sense for them to eventually be a full on agent, but in the 3rd book of a 7 book series? With the detective barely getting a chance to think about it?🧍🏽‍♀️

YES OF COURSE !!!! <333 oh my gosh there are so many wayhaven oc's that just float around in my brain – even if i'm not active, i'll think about them sometimes and be like "hmm i wonder if (insert mutual) is working on something (insert oc) related right now :)" i love zuri !!!!!!!

ok this is probably gonna be long so i'm preemptively putting the rest under the cut

AH !!!! i love mortality talk hehe okay so i've written this in fic form before more fleshed out than this but here's a tl;dr version <3 so sofía's whole thing is that she struggles letting go of who she thought she was going to be and reconciling with what her life is – she's always wondering what her life could've been if she'd done a, b, or c. and with mason, it's the first time she's really able to let go, because there aren't any expectations – except for turning. sofía knows if she chose to turn, it wouldn't be her choice. she'd be turning for mason. and a huge part of her character is the fact that she's taking her own agency back by not turning – truthfully, i still don't know if she ever will! if she made the decision it'd be in old age (okay time to laugh about mis/hka's whole 'de-aging' thing, because she's afraid of being 40 years old i guess) TY FOR ASKING I LOVE TALKING AB THIS STUFF

also ZURI !!!!!! i just want to hug her and tell her she's worth more than her blood UGH also all of ub needs to give her a smooch and tell her everything is okay </3 she's precious 2 me !!!!!! i really hope that by the time that we get blood drinking in canon, she's more comfortable with it <333 she deserves a lil bitey bite KFMKDKMDF

OOF THE CHAMBER.......... so many thoughts. so so so many. none of them good honestly LMAO so i think sofía was nervous/scared to meet them at first, because although she's able to woo over most people with her trademark friendly/genuine approach – the whole thing just made her very uneasy. afterwards, she felt even worse – a lot of her discomfort comes from her feeling like overall she has a lack of agency in any situation relating to her job, and meeting an even more authoritative, what-we-say-always-goes-no-matter-what group that's expecting her to kneel at their feet and blindly serve them, is fucking with her mind. she was accepting of the existence of supernaturals in book 1, but truthfully, the more she learns, the more i think internally she's starting to freak out.

also! i think that she's deeply upset about not being a detective – not because she ever wanted to be a cop in the first place, but because for years, she's held onto the idea that this year is the year she'll go to med school. "i can leave this job at anytime. this is just temporary." but the more that she gets sucked into the supernatural world, the more she's having to divorce herself from the version of herself that she's always wanted to be. (she wants to be a person who helps people, even though she already is, but she never thinks what she's doing is enough)

SORRY FOR THE DUMP ABOVE DKMFMKDFMKD i just love talking about her so much ugh im sorry

ALSO YES TO THE LAST PARAGRAPH !!! dude. it's SOOOOO soon. and i know from the stuff mis/hka has said, i highly doubt that this is a setup for something later – like even the idea that mc joins the agency and is immediately terrible at the position for narrative purposes – or even the idea of mc being forced to join for surveillance purposes – i just don't trust her with those types of complexities

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Guilty || Billy the Kid x oc!reader

Summary: For the longest time you've felt like you have always been second to your older sister, Dulcinea. That however, soon changes when an outlaw, William H. Bonney—known to many as Billy the Kid—comes to town.

Warnings: smut!

Wc: 2,930

A/n: please send through more requests for Billy please! also the smut scene is lowkey inspired by the bathroom scene in euphoria season 2 with nate and cassie....

Divider by @pommecita

"I'm Billy. I just wanted to introduce myself," You hear a man spoke as you near the door. Your sister lets out a small scoff, "Well that is not a very good reason to ambush someone in the street," Dulcinea quipped.

"You have another motive," You hear your sister say as you press yourself against the door to listen more closely to the conversation. "I'd like to see you again," At his words, your eyes widen. Who was this mysterious man? "Why?" And there was a gap of silence.

You stepped out from your previous spot as all eyes were now on you. "Are we ready to go?" You ask your sister as she gives one final look to the man named Billy. You take your chance to look the man up and down.

He was a very good-looking cowboy. Your eyes roam around his body before you snap out of it as your name was called out, "Sofía, let's go” Billy watches you, his lips parting as he drinks in your appearance, he put two and two together and figured you were Dulcinea's sister.

You looked very similar to Dulcinea, more prettier perhaps in his opinion. Billy tips his hat slightly to you as you give him a small smile before walking towards the carriage. Dulcinea stares at you as you sit beside her, she slams the door shut and the carriage begins to move.

You couldn't help but look back to where Billy still stood. "Don't even think about it," Your sister firmly says as you roll your eyes. She was directly telling you to back off with Billy. Something that she has always done with every guy you and her have come across.

While Dulcinea was looking away, you sneaked a look and found Billy looking straight at you. Your cheeks begin to warm up as you send him a little wave to which he smiles before mounting his horse.

The next day, you decided to accompany your maid into town to buy a few things. You were secretly hoping to see that man again, Billy was his name. He looked unfamiliar to you, so you wanted to find out more about him.

"Isabel, have you heard of a Billy here?" You ask her as you inspect an apple in your hand. There was no response from the older woman. Isabel continued to look through the assortments of fruits laid out in front. "Isabel." You put the apple down as she sighs.

"Yes. I know of a Billy. And you should stay away from him, he is bad news, mi hija." She shakes her head whilst muttering incoherent words under her breath. Your eyes suddenly begin to look around, hopeful that you would get a glimpse of him. And you did.

He was across the street, tying his horse to the post. "I'll be back," You didn't bother waiting for a response before you pick up the fabrics of your dress and walk across the street.

You stop when you see your family carriage pull up in front of him, your view of him blocked. You furrow your eyes in confusion as to who else came into town. Mother and father were away and only you and Isabel left the house this morning, which meant that it was your sister.

What was she doing here? Dulcinea said she had no interest coming into town today saying she was too busy. Just as quickly as the carriage came, it quickly left. Billy's eyes were glued onto the carriage before his eyes begin to wander around, eventually landing on you.

You probably looked strange just standing in the middle of the streets, staring at him. Billy freezes slightly, his eyes looking you up and down. A smile makes it onto his face before he tips his hat at you once again.

"Sofía!" You move your attention away from Billy and see a friend of yours, Lucía, walking your direction, a huge grin plastered on her face. "What are you doing here?" She gives you a funny look as you clear your throat, your eyes flickering to where Billy was, only to find his figure disappearing into the building.

"I'm shopping, with Isabel." You give her a smile. "And where is she?" Lucía looks around as she links arms with you. "Right this way," You say as you walk with her. "Do you know of a man named Billy?" You suddenly ask her.

She would know. She knows basically everything about everyone in town. "Billy?" She says to herself, "I've heard of that name, can you tell me what he looks like?" Lucía looks at you.

"Well he's tall. Very tall. He looks like he's my sister's age. Brown hair, blue eyes and- oh- very good looking," You jokingly fan yourself as Lucía laughs, you joining along.

You stop in your tracks when you see Billy mounting his horse. You quickly nudge Lucía, "Look! There he is, that's the man I was telling you about," You cock your head over to where Billy was. Lucía's mouth hangs open, her eyes moving from him to you. "What?" You raise an eyebrow at her weird behaviour.

"You're talking about Billy? That Billy?!" Her voice begins to become louder as you slap your hand over her mouth. "Shh! He can probably hear you," You whisper yell at her as the two of you watch Billy ride off.

"So you know him?" You ask your friend as she gives you the 'really' look. "Of course I know him! Everyone in this county knows about him, except for you apparently," Lucía shakes her head. "What? Why? Who is he?"

Confusion was etched into your face as Lucía facepalms herself. "Sofía, haven't you heard of Billy the Kid? The famous outlaw that has been travelling from town to town? Surely you have heard of him, mi amiga."

Now that you thought about it, his name was familiar to you. You recall your parents talking him at home, but it never clicked in your head that that was the Billy they were talking about. "Yeah, I have," You kick a rock infront of you, your eyes watching where it lands. "Why do you wanna know about him anyways?" She asks you as you shrug.

"Dulcinea was talking to him last night, just got curious, that's all." Lucía didn’t buy it one bit but chose to leave it alone. “You’re not wrong you know,” She breaks the silence as you turn your head to her, a puzzled look on your face.

“About Billy being attractive,” She cracks a shy smile before you nudge her and the two of you start laughing out loud. “Sofía! I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Come on, hurry up.” The old woman scolds you, pushing you towards your carriage as Lucía chuckles, waving you goodbye.

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You couldn't stop thinking about him. How could you not? The fact that he was a notorious outlaw further fueled the fire that was ablaze in the lower pit of your stomach. A sudden knock at the front door of your house made you pause your train of thoughts.

You were slightly confused at the idea of a visitor today. Mother and father were gone and you weren't expecting anyone over. You stand still in your spot before you hear footsteps leaving Dulcinea's room. Quickly walking out of your room, you grab ahold of your older sister's arm.

"Who's here?" You ask her and a smile you knew all to well crept onto her face. "Billy. Remember that guy you saw a two nights ago? I invited him over," She says nonchalantly. Your eyebrows crease in bewilderment.

"You know who exactly he is right, Dulcie?" Her nickname slips out of your mouth as she faces you front on, arms crossed. "Yes, I do, Sof," She points her chin up the tiniest bit, something she did whenever she was questioned.

"Then what the hell is he doing on our doorstep? Father would kill you if he ever found out that an outlaw stepped foot into our house-" "Which is why you will keep quiet." Dulcinea interrupts you, her tone sharp. You could see it in her eyes, rage brewing.

You loudly scoff, examining her features. "You know father would never allow it, plus, you already have someone you’re forced to marry soon," You narrow your eyes at her as she rolls hers. "Oh please, father will come around. Billy is not what people perceive him to be. I think father will like him," Is all she says as she turns around, making her way to the front door.

You exhale from your mouth before you make your way back to your room. You were dying to see Billy, but knowing Dulcinea, she would not let you be in the same room with him because you knew she liked him. And whoever Dulcinea liked, was off-limits to you, her innocent, little sister.

For the next couple of hours, you entertained yourself in your room. It was late at night when you figured that Billy had already left. You walked out of your bedroom, turning the corner before you collide with somebody.

You lose balance and readied yourself for the harsh impact but you were pulled back up by your forearms. "Fuck- I'm so sorry, sweetheart-" "It's fine. It's fine." You screw your eyes shut knowing whose voice it belonged to as you blew a loose strand of hair out of your face.

"What are you doing?" You ask him, your eyes looking around for any sign of your sister. "I- uh was 'bout to leave," Your lips form an 'o' before you slowly nod your head, silence following.

Your eyes were on everything but him. And his eyes were on you, studying your features that were similar to Dulcinea in some ways. "You're real pretty aren't cha, doll?" Your eyes snap to his after the pet name he just gave you, your mind slightly going blank before you process his comment.

"Am I?" Your voice dripped with playfulness as you tilt your head at him. You knew damn well Dulcinea could walk this way at any moment and see the two of you; she would let hell loose. "Mhm, prettier than your sister, I'd say. But don't go telling her I told you that." He winks as you furiously blush.

Your eyes falter down to your dress as you adjust the skirts of it slightly. "Y'know, I actually wanted to talk to you when I saw you in town earlier today," Billy's words make you look up at him.

"Really? Why didn't you?" You tilt your head at him as he kisses his teeth before opening his mouth, "Your sister, had me occupied for a bit and when I saw you, you were talkin' to someone else." He shrugs as you slowly nod.

"Well, I'm right here. What did you wanna talk about, Billy?" Your voice all of sudden was quiet. Billy smiled in satisfaction at his effect. "You uh- married?" He steps closer to you as he slightly cranes his neck to study your features.

You gulp. "N-no," You shake your head. He slowly nods his head, tucking his hands in his pockets. "You seein' anyone?" He asks, though his tone had a tinge of possessiveness in it. "No." Billy stares at you, his mind all over the place.

You were only 2 years younger than him but surely such a pretty, respectable, young lady like yourself would be married off to someone already, or seeing someone at least. "Good," He mutters as you couldn't help but smile. "Why's that, Mr. Bonney?" He looks around before he does something that catches you off guard. He grabbed your jaw and kisses your lips. Hard. You take a second to process what was happening.

He was kissing your so feverishly as if you were going to disappear. You stumble back at his rough force before he leads you down the hallway, his lips never leaving yours for a second. "The door on the left," You manage to say in between the kisses as he pulls you into your room.

Hands frantic, Billy skillfully undid the laces of your dress yanking it down to expose your chest as he wets his lips at the sight. He barely got your dress off before his hand grabbed your thigh and wrapped it around his waist.

He pushed you back against the door as you gasp, his mouth latching on to your nipples, your head thrown back at the sensation. Your hands toyed with Billy's hair as you tried containing your moans knowing your sister was still in the house.

"Don't keep quiet darlin'" He says against your skin before you feel him ripping your underwear. Your jaw dropped but you soon let out a loud moan as he slid into you. He groans against your neck, allowing you to adjust at the size, and when you do, he pumps into you at an almost inhumane speed.

You let out quiet moans as Billy grunts. Your hair was all messed up from being pushed up against the wooden door. "Oh my- Billy-" You breathed out, pushing him further into you with the heels of your foot around his waist.

""Fuckkk, feel so good baby" He grunts in you ear as you couldn't help but smile. A sudden knock on the door made you gasp in terror. Billy slapped his hand over your mouth at lightning speed to shut you up. "Sofía?" Dulcinea calls out from behind the door, another knock.

You stare wide eyed at Billy who quietly curses. "Sofía, are you in there?" Your sisters calls out for the second time as you panic. "Y-yeah?" Your voice was shaky. If Dulcinea found out that you fucked Billy, it would be over for you.

Although you were more free to do things than your older sister, you don't think your parents would be too happy to know their youngest daughter had sex with an outlaw, in their house. And you don't think Dulcinea would ever forgive you. She must be serious with Billy since she invited him over, something she never did with any of the previous guys.

"Why is the door lock?" The door handle rattles as you shut your eyes, feeling the tears coming. "Uh just a s-second! I'm changing!" You call out to her. Billy gently lets you down, zipping his pants as you attempt to tidy your appearance but fail miserably when the laces on your dress become tangled.

"Billy! Help me!" You whisper yell as tears were brimming your eyes. Billy's features soften when he sees you, quickly untangling the lace. In a matter of seconds, it was undone. He cupped your face in his big hands, your cheeks wet from tears.

"Shh, don't cry, sweetheart," He hushed, wiping your tears as you cover your mouth to quieten the sob that escapes. "She's my sister, she'll kill me!" Your voice was shaky as he pulls you into his chest, his hand in your hair.

"Sofía!" Dulcinea yells out, banging on the door as you flinch. You pull back from Billy as your eyes look around your room for a place to hide Billy. Settling on the panel room divider you push him behind it, "Wait here until she leaves, then you can sneak out of the window." You quickly say as he nods.

Before you turn back around, he grabs your hand. "Hey- it's okay," He assures you, his hand caressing your cheek as you slowly nod. "Finally!" Dulcinea exclaims as you didn't dare to make eye contact with her. She takes in your appearance.

"You okay? You look like you just ran a marathon," She raises an eyebrow as she touches your forehead but you pull back, a confused expression on her face.

"I'm fine, I just don't feel well." You gulp, tucking the loose strands of hair behind your ears, clearing your throat. "Right... Go tell Isabel and she'll give you something." Dulcinea says, you could tell she wasn't fully buying it.

"What did you want me for?" You finally meet her sharp eyes, "Oh. Have you seen Billy around? His horse is still outside and he was supposed to leave about an hour ago," She folds her arms, leaning against your door as her eyes wander around your room.

You clear your throat, slightly moving in front of her to block her view. "No, I haven't seen him. He probably went to take a look at the other horses in the stable," You lie through your teeth as your sister stares at you suspiciously.

"Okay," She says as you discreetly let out a sigh of relief. She gives you one final look before pushing herself off of the frame and walks down the hallway. You shut your door, locking it just as Billy comes up to you making you jump.

"I think you should go," You say to him. His hands rest on your shoulders, "I wanna see you again," He says softly, lifting your chin up to look him in the eyes. "Me too," You smile before he leans down to place a final kiss on your lips.

"What about tomorrow? Come see me in town," He suggests as you open your window. "I'd like that," You both smile at each other as he readies himself to leave. Just as he leaves through your window, he tips his hat at you. "Bye, Sofía," "Bye Billy," You chuckle lightly before he leaves and you shut your window.

[notjustjavierpena]

drabble idea - javi and reader at some family/friends party before the kids, maybe engaged already and reader is holding a cousins baby or something. Javi isn’t with her and when he enters the room he’s awestruck. He already knew he wanted kids with her and a family but just seeing her bouncing the baby while laughing at something someone is saying just completely takes his breath away.

Baby (Drabble)

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost

A/N: This is so incredibly adorable, and of course, I will make this come true for you, Anon. I hope you enjoy 💖🫶

Summary: Javier spots you at a party with a baby in your arms. Suddenly, he knows what he wants.

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader/You (No y/n)

Tags: Tooth-rotting fluff, baby fever, lovelovelove.

Word count: 1k

Baby

Amidst the lively chatter of a family gathering, Javier looks for you in the living room after having had a beer with his father outside on the terrace.

He passes by several tías who pinch his cheeks and compliment his choice of shirt to which he gives you the credit. They call him handsome, and he charms them back as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“No wonder you ended up with such a catch, Javi,” one of them says, referring to you. She nods in your direction but he still cannot see you for all the people having gathered in the tiny house, can’t hear your voice either in between bursts of laughter and screen doors opening and closing. 

He starts to make his way in your direction, craving your gentle touch when he starts to feel overwhelmed by these kinds of things. On his way, he ruffles the hair of one of his nephews who shows him a stack of colorful football cards. 

“Very cool,” he says genuinely as he looks over the boy’s shoulder. He hasn’t been home in so long that he isn’t up to date with the local team anymore, otherwise he would have mentioned that. 

“I’m only missing a few of my favorite team,” his nephew replies excitedly and it earns him another hair ruffle. Javier continues through the crowd afterward. 

There you are, he thinks to himself, and just when he is about to approach you, all the wind is knocked out of him because you are in the middle of a conversation, laughing at something that is being said, and you have Sofía, his cousin’s daughter, on your hip. 

He stops in his tracks, freezing to the spot to watch you. At that moment, he knows that he wants to build a family with you. It becomes so clear as he observes you naturally talk to the baby on your arm, smiling widely down at her only to giggle when you receive a grin right back. He catches a glimpse of the future and the incredible mother you could be and on top of that, the incredible mother that he wants to make you. 

It isn’t that he has never had the thought of starting a family with you before but seeing you navigate having a child in your arms so effortlessly makes him grasp how real and possible it is that it’ll one day be his child you are holding.

A few children run past him, shouting loudly as they chase each other and the noise pulls him out of his trance. All the other grownups have faded into the background, and it seems that his brain can only think of kids, bedtime stories, coloring books, and parent-teacher conferences. His head swims.

Even more so when the noise also makes you look up and catch his eye. You smile at him and it tugs at something in his chest. He needs to be close to you, taking longer steps than normal to get to you quicker.

“Hello fiancée,” he says when he approaches and kisses you softly. You say hello back but seem busy staring down at the baby in your arms. He turns his attention to the little bundle of joy, reaching out to twist the soft hairs on top of her head until it is standing up in a spiral, “Y hola a tí, Sofía, ¿Cómo estás? (And hello to you, Sofía. How are you?)” 

Sofía gurgles at getting further attention. She swings her little fists. 

“Your cousin just asked me if I could take her for a moment,” you explain with a shy smile, bouncing Sofía on your hip. She smiles widely up at you, squealing with delight as you make a face at her, “And you are so cute, aren’t you? Oh, look at her little tuft of hair.”

Javier adores you. He watches Sofía reach out for your earring, trying to yank on it and you grab her little hand but never once look irritated. Instead, you let her hold onto your fingers instead and say something gentle again. 

“We should make one,” he announces quietly so only you can hear it, leaning closer to you to keep the conversation private. You look up immediately but still tickle at Sofía’s tiny palm. 

“A baby?” You ask with wide eyes. It’s a little louder than you intended, and a few heads turn to look at you. You lower your voice, clearing your throat at first, “A baby?”

“Sí, mi amor (yes, my love),” he snakes an arm around your back to rest his hand on your hip, “A dozen of them actually.”

“We’re getting married next year,” you tut, shaking your head as if he is being ridiculous, “I’m not looking like someone who swallowed a soccer ball in my wedding dress.”

“You could wear an old football jersey and I would still marry you,” he kisses the side of your head, “¿Pero qué no (but why not)?” 

“One thing at a time,” you say with a nervous chuckle. Then you shift Sofía in your arms, “Can you take her? I am so damn thirsty.”

“Sure, bring her here,” he holds out his arms, “C’mere, Princesa (princess).”

The transfer is so smooth that one would think you have done it before. He gets a tiny hand in his face, Sofía feeling his cheek. 

“Be right back,” you say with a sweet smile, “Both of you.”

One thing at a time, you said. However, with the way you turn back to watch him with Sofía in his arms as you head for the drinks table, he knows that this is what you want too.

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[moonpedri]

matching.

summary: though it was spontaneous, you decide to tag along to ibiza when your best friend and her boyfriend invite you. the only problem was his little brother, barcelona's number 8, pedri, and his red swim shorts.

pairing: pedri x reader

genre: fluff, smut (suggestive)

warnings: making out, petting, swearing, pedri is a little shit

word count: 3.2k+

a/n: i orginally had this planned as a little imagine. if you've read honey, you may remember a beach scene being mentioned very briefly. and since i recently got a similar request, i fleshed everything a little more out and birthed out this big baby lmao. hope you enjoy!!🤍

PS: while proof-reading i noticed that i completely messed up the timelines, this fic actually happens before honey and not after, but oh well. 😭 this is super annoying but i liked the way this fic turned out so deal with it pls 🥺i may turn this into a little ibiza trip series with multiple parts and other places!!

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It is the middle of summer and the sun was blazing unforgivingly over you that not even your sunshade could help you escape from the heat.

You look at your friends over the rim of your sunglasses, as some of them currently play around in the water. The radio stations all reported well above average numbers for the coming weeks and so naturally your friends would want to go on vacation somewhere near the beach.

Originally you had nothing special planned for the summer, but since your best friend Sofía is dating Fernando González, who just happens to be the older brother of Pedri González, Barcelona's young star-midfielder, you somehow happened to get dragged along to Ibiza.

This wasn't a rare occasion, because ever since Sofía started dating Fernando, you ended up with this whole new lifestyle consisting of football matches, special events, galas and travel.

And with FC Barcelona winning LaLiga and the season ending, all the players want to make the most off their freetime.

"Fer wants to book the tickets, __, you're coming with, right?", Sofía asked you last week. It was super spontaneous and honestly you were a bit annoyed that you got asked so late, giving you no time to prepare or clear your schedule (not that you had much written on it anyways lol)

But you would also lie if the idea of going to Ibiza didn't excite you. You always wanted to go to the infamous "party" island, but it was a costy dream - one you couldn't afford. Well, until now.

So you agreed and found yourself only 5 days later at your dream destination. One of the perks of having a friend like Sofía is that with trips like these, you didn't have to pay a cent. As a close friend, the whole thing basically got financed for you. Only shopping expenses and maybe food you had to cover yourself - of course.

The single downside of it all was the fiancier of it all himself: Pedri.

Ironic, right?

But there was no way you couldn't feel that way towards him. He is simply infuriating. When the two of you were introduced to each other over dinner at their home, Pedri wasted no time trying to subtly smooth his way into your pants.

It was almost unnoticeable to be honest and you know no one paid attention, but you did. You noticed how his arm brushed your shoulder, how his hand grabbed your waist when he wanted to move past you and his hips grazed your ass. It seemed like his eyes were glued to your cleavage and somehow no one took notice.

In his defense though, you weren't a saint either. Where he pulled, you just let yourself get tugged along. When he moved past, you purposely arched your back; just to test the waters and pushed out your chest to maybe rile him up a bit; you don't know really.

There was something entertaining about an attractive guy like Pedri showing his interest for you so blatantly and pursuing you in such a secretive way.

Yet for all it's worth, you never went further than touching and looking, sneaking a kiss here and there. It's clear what type of guy Pedri is, if all the buzz around his rather promiscuous love life, filled with influencers and models, is any indication.

You heard what people said, what the articles reported. Pedri is young, rich and successful, he would be a fool to immediately pursue a serious relationship at that stage in his life. He liked to enjoy life, be wild in his early 20s and keep the monogamy for later.

And it's not like you could blame him, honestly. You're sure that if your roles were switched, you would enjoy his lifestyle too to an extent. You are you though.

And you wanted something serious, someone to treat you with respect and loyalty. Surely, Pedri saw you more as a way of passing time, just having his fun with you. But you had enough self-respect to not give in to his troublsome ways.

Also, you barely had the nerves to put up with all that.

That's what you liked to tell yourself at least.

With a sigh you turn your head to where Sofía suddenly sits up. You're about to close your eyes again, ready to fall under the sun's mercy, when you hear your best friend scoff next to you.

You bring your sunglasses up and follow her sight. "Can you fucking believe that?", she says agitated.

A loud giggle errupts and you watch as two girls talk animatedly with both Fernando and Pedri.

The brunette one subtly scratches over Fernando's arm, as she seems to listen intently to whatever he's saying. Fer doesn't really engage her, keeps his visible distance, though Sofía doesn't seem to care. Her eyes shoot daggers in their direction.

What bothers you though was the blonde one clinging like a koala onto Pedri. She seems so....you can't find the word but it irritates you. And he did absolutely nothing about it, actually rather enjoying it. Not that he shouldn't of course, but he could keep his distance as well. Also, you didn't want to have to deal with two horny people during your vacation (one you didn't pay for but you get the gist), and an angry best friend, if they were to stay.

It also doesn't help that Pedri looks the way he does. Absolutely gorgeous.

You never thought to be admitting to this but he almost looks like sex-on-legs in those red swim shorts of his. The sun burned his skin in the most beautiful way possible, accentuating his natural blush and his slim but toned body. It's been nothing but torture the entire day.

The two of you watch them for another minute, none of the brothers noticing any of your hard stares, when Sofía stands up determined. "If he wants to play, I'll play."

When she notices your indifferent state, she looks at you expectantly.

"What?", you ask.

"Come on, I can't do this alone."

Reluctant you get up as well and shake non-existent sand off your legs. "I don't know Sof...Fer doesn't really seem too into it."

She cocks an eyebrow and the expression on her face says enough for you to not press any further.

"Yeah, yeah alright.", you say. You don't know what plan she has in mind exactly but you follow her anyway. You get increasingly confused when she proceeds to take her bag and go to the changing rooms. She closes the door behind you and rummages in her bag and only when she pulls something out, you realize the absolute stupid plan she has.

No, you don't think even scriptwriters could come up with such silly ideas.

"I cannot believe you."

In her hands are, what you believe to be, the flimsiest bikini pieces you have ever seen.

"I always pack a pair or two for emergencies.", she says and gives you a pair. A red brazilian bikini, the ones with high-cut strings. "And as you can see, this is an emergency."

You hold the garments up. "I thought Fer doesn't like you wearing those, why did you pack them for emergencies?", you ask confused.

Fernando is a sweetheart. You really think there could have been no one more perfect for your best friend than him. He's not controlling, always puts her first and you genuinely believe that he always has her best interests in mind. Fer is not the type to forbid Sofía anything, especially not in regards of clothes. He let's her wear whatever she wants, no matter how short or ridiculous it looks. However, for some reason, he has often voiced his strong dislike towards those brazilian bikini bottoms that recently started trending.

It didn't bother Sofía at all, she didn't really wear them often anyways. But you guess she never got rid of them either.

"Precisely that's why. Also, they tan better.", she says as she takes out a white pair for herself. You don't think she really understood your question and you make a point to ask her later. For now though, you have another problem at hand.

"Ok ok, so you try to rile him up one way or the other. I get it. But why do I have to wear one as well?"

Sofía looks at you like it's so obvious and you're dumb for even asking, "Because there's two of those skanks? We can drive one off, but as long as the other stays, none of them will leave."

Your brows shoot up and you groan frustrated at what this means. "Oh come on, Pedri is not that bad.", Sofía reasons.

If only she knew, you thought. You want to protest but you think back to the blonde girl that threw herself onto Pedri and something bad bubbles up in your stomach.

With new determination you two change and make your way back to the beach. Sofía looks gorgeous in the bikini and for all it's flimsiness you think it suits you pretty good as well. Okay, who are you kidding. It looks fucking sexy on you, hugging you in all the right spots and making your ass look extra perky.

And you know you're not the only one who thinks so, as you feel the eyes of several men and women alike on both of you.

It gets even more apparent when two certain brothers look your way. Comically enough, the two girls shamelessly joined them on your sunbeds. By now your other friends joined as well and Sofía walks in front of you to where the others are; pointedly ignoring Fernando's presence.

You aren't as strong-willed though and can't help but sneak a look at Pedri. He already looks back at you, a smirk playing on his lips as his eyes scan your entire body.

You immediately turn your head back, feeling your cheeks heat up stupidly enough, despite the weather, and sit next to Miguel.

"Ohh, what's the occasion?", Samuel whistles when you two settle down.

Sofía shrugs and you feel uncomfortable with all eyes on you. It becomes worse when the conversations stop as well suddenly and Fer stands up. "Why did you change?"

"Felt like it. Also we can tan better now.", Sofía says indifferent.

He frowns, "But you looked pretty before." Bless his heart you think.

Sofía ignores him, and you think she's going a bit too far but it's not your relationship to intervene. "Samuel can you help put sunscreen on my back, I can't quite reach it."

The flabbergasted look on Fernando's face was both priceless and heartbreaking to see and you slowly begin feeling bad.

"What?"

"Sure."

Both answer at the same time and you grimace at the awkwardness. Fer goes and grabs the bottle out of her hands, the pretty brunette completely forgotten already. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I don't know what you mean."

He turns to the rest of you with an apologetic but upset expression, "Will you excuse us for a moment?"

He proceeds to take Sofía to a more quiet place on the beach. You see them argue in the distance but ultimately decide that for now it's not your business anymore.

Samuel and Loréna already went back into the water, Pedri is occupied with the two girls and only Miguel was with you.

The sun hasn't gotten any less warm and now that you wore this criminal bikini, you could at least put it to good use, right? So you take the sunscreen and hold it out to Miguel. "Can you?", you say pointing to your back.

It takes him a moment to understand what you mean, but when he does, he nods and reaches out but someone else happens to be faster than him. "Let me do it."

You look into Pedri's honey eyes.

Next to you, the blonde girl scoffs and regards you with an angry face. Miguel leaves as well and you want to say something to stop him, begging him not to leave you alone, but Pedri beats you to it. "Turn around and lay down." His voice is firm and it unwillingly sends shivers down your spine.

And for some reason you listen.

Your stomach retracts slightly when your belly touches the cold sunbed. But you forget everything the moment the cool sunscreen touches your skin and Pedri begins spreading it.

It's too sensual for your liking and he's gentler than you thought. Pedri goes all the way up to your neck, massaging the spot thoroughly and when he slowly goes down, his hands reach under your bikini top. Embarrassingly enough, pleasure fills your lower stomach.

Yet, you don't know what overcomes you, but attraction makes you do stupid things, so you simply reach behind your back and open the knot. "It'll be easier.", you explain with a small voice.

You get an answer in the form of his hands, when Pedri touches the exact spot and slowly glides his hands to your sides. His index fingers barely graze the sides of your boobs and goosebumps erupt all over your body.

If Pedri notices, he doesn't say anything.

Instead he just continues spreading the cream all the way to your lower back, his fingers once again invading places he shouldn't, much to your own excitement though.

It's quiet the entire time, you barely register Miguel talking with the two abandoned girls and going away with them. Light chatter and laughs, the splashing of water and the moist sound of Pedri spreading the sunscreen are the only audible things around you.

But you should know by now that it's only a matter of time before Pedri decides to ruin peaceful moments.

"Need me to put some on your ass as well?"

Shameless is the only word good enough to describe the football player. "In your dreams maybe.", you say and turn your head to watch him through your glasses.

His eyes are glued to your backside, "Oh if only you knew, princess."

You bind your bikini top back together and sit up, "You're stupid, González."

"For you, yeah."

You resist the urge to punch him and ignore the fact that it affects you more than what is condemned good. "Will you stop?"

"Why, do I make you nervous?"

You cross your arms over your chest, his eyes immediately zoning in on the movement. You (un)consciously press them together tighter, for no particular reason.

"No."

"Really?", he extends the 'e' sound and leans forward. Not expecting him to, you automatically fall back. He grabs the edge of the sunshade and pulls it down until it completely hides the two of you.

"What are you doing, they'll see us!"

Pedri chuckles and you can't help but peak at his pink lips, only inches away from yours now. "That's what you're worried about?"

"What else?" You think maybe the heat has gotten to your head, but really it's just Pedri's presence on top of you.

You see the way Pedri's mouth opens, ready to continue the banter but with his entire body pressed into yours, his natural scent mixed with the sea, his honey eyes boring into yours and exploring your entire face and his hands itching on your hips, you do the only thing possible in this situation.

You grab his neck and smash your lips against his.

He responds immediately, reciprocating the kiss. You hate how good it feels and despite how confusing it is with him, no moment has ever been clearer than right now.

A whine leaves your mouth when Pedri presses his hips into yours, the pleasure inmessurable. It's an indecent thing to do at a public beach (even though this is a private part of the beach Pedri specifically rented for the vacation) so he pulls back but right now you can't care at all.

All rationality leaves your body when you grab his red shorts by the hem and pull him back. You cling your legs around his back thighs and butt.

"Woah there, sugar, slow down.", he laughs, while caringly pushing a loose strand of hair out of your face.

Honestly, you would be flustered in any other moment but this. You can't think straight, the need to have him currently overweighting any other feeling.

His left hand slides from your waist to your ass, massaging the flesh. His other hand is clasped around your jaw, keeping your lips firm against ist.

You lose yourselves in the moment, Pedri's left hand close to where you need it the most. It's embarrassing how easy his fingers manage to slip under your bikini. And when he touches your clitoris, you're on cloud nine.

Your hands wander down to his beautiful red shorts and waist no time to wrap around his dick.

He groans into the kiss, "Fuck."

You begin moving your hand up and down and that's when all the weight on top of you suddenly disappears. "Shit, I hate to be the one, but we-"

"Yeah, I know.", you immediately cut him off and organize yourself a bit. Your head spins a bit, everything going too fast for you. Your body and mind haven't completely sobered up yet, and it stings a bit to be turned down like this. It's also confusing. But he's right.

Pedri seems to read you well enough by now, when he says, "It's not because I don't want to."

You hold up your hand, not ready for any kind of rejection, "I'm not dumb, Pedri. This is the fucking beach." Yet you wonder if he would have gone further if it was the pretty blonde and not you.

He goes through his hair and laughs, "Not because of that. My brother is coming and I don't think now is the time to explain ourselves, is it?"

You immediately spin around and indeed, Fernando and Sofía are walking in your direction; hand-in-hand, you might add. Luckily they seem too focused on one another and their ice cream to notice you and Pedri.

When you turn back, Pedri winks at you. "I'll choose a more private place next time."

You scoff, "There will be no next time."

He rubs his chin thoughfully and looks at you in an actingly confused way, "The way you were going at it, I could have sworn you were down for another- Ow!"

You hit Pedri angrily, the redness on your face surely visible, "Don't ever mention that again."

"And what if I do?", he smirks cockily.

"Pedri!"

"__!", he imitates in a high voice and this time you can't help but laugh. You roll your eyes playfully and shove him away. It gets increasingly hard to not crush on him. Maybe you already do.

The sunshade moves then and Fer and Sofía hop next to you two.

"Nice to see that you two love birds made up, I was beginning to worry.", you comment and Sofía lovingly puts her head on Fer's shoulder.

You four chat around a bit more, when Fernando suddenly chuckles and points at you and Pedri. Confused, you both look at him.

"You two look more like a couple than we do. Did you notice that you're matching?"

You did, in fact, not notice. And neither it seems, did Pedri.

You make a gaggig noise then and shoot up, "Whatever, I am going to change."

Pedri follows close behind, "Want me to help?"

"Shut up!"

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[luvneymar]

(2) BABY NAMES & BREAKFAST — NEYMAR JR

SUMMARY: Neymar, Davi & You are picking out baby names for the future daughter & Davi’s future baby sister.

“how about Isabella?” Neymar asked munching on his pancakes getting crumbs all over the white sheets of your king sized bed. After the skincare situation last night you made breakfast to make it up to Neymar for “ruining” his eyebrows.

When you were cooking you, Davi & Ney were picking out names for the baby that’s about to come into your lives. Once you finished cooking Neymar and Davi brought the food upstairs on a cart so you could eat together as a family.

“Mmh, that’s cute. Maybe with an accent? Like ‘Isabélla?’” You also munched on your pancakes trying to brainstorm regular names and making them unique. “I don’t know make it unique or something.” You added before shoving another piece of maple syrup drenched scrambled eggs.

“That’ll give it a whole other pronunciation. Like ‘Isabecghlla’” Neymar laughed imagingi the teacher trying to pronounce her name on the first day of school. Even though the name might be the least of their worries on that day.

“Did you just call our baby an ‘it’?” You jokingly glared at him throwing in of your blueberries from your pancakes at his forehead. You both unconsciously called your baby an it but it was worse when he called her an it because you were carrying her. (Pregnant lady logic)

You both laughed as he threw a blueberry right back at you having it roll down your face and into your shirt in a split second. “Boob-Berries.” Neymar whispered trying to not have Davi hear his perverted joke.

“Mama, what about Camila…?” Davi stuttered out, ever since he’s turned 4 & 1/2 he’s been having trouble pronouncing his C’s, its really cute watching his face light up when he finally is able to pronounce it.

“That’s beautiful Davi, wanna write it on the list?” You hand him the pen and paper we’re the names; Valerie, Sofía, María, Veronica, Selena & Fernanda. They were all really nice but we were looking for something that’ll make her stand out.

A bit more banter and Boob-berry jokes until the boys were done and weren’t talking as much. Davi was picking at the thread of the blanket and Neymar was picking at his fingernails.

“Are you finish with your food guys?” You sighed at Davi & Ney. They both picked at their food the same way whenever they were full but didn’t want to say so. Having you ask them is so much easier than having to wait the next 30 minutes for them to finally rip off the bandaid and scrap their food.

“Yeah, Davi come lemme help you scrape your food.” Neymar and Davi waddled into the hallway and headed downstairs to the kitchen which was on the other side of the condo so it would take them a while.

You finished your food whilst caressing your very pregnant belly & staring into the distance. Hoping that a name would just come to you like 1,2,3, You never knew that coming up with a name was supposed to use so much energy.

You sighed and placed the plate on the bedside table swinging your feet to the side of the bed. They were so swollen you couldn’t wear anything but house slippers in sizes 5x your own. Being pregnant was such a blessing but sometimes you wish you could switch pregnancy shifts with Ney. See if he liked having cantaloupe feet.

Soon after, you heard laughter coming down the hall as Davi & Neymar came back from the kitchen with suspicion grins in their faces. Like they had done something they weren’t supposed too.

“What’s with the grins? Did you guys sneak bites of the Ice Cream in the freezer?” You asked getting up and walking to the powder room to relive yourself from all the food you just ate.

“Me & Davi have found the perfect name for our little kidney bean.” Neymar announced, walking towards the bathroom with you just to have the door slammed in his face. You didn’t like him seeing your pregnancy symptoms like morning sickness, diarrhea, vomiting and more.

Even though he insisted he didn’t mind you still didn’t prefer for him to see it if he could avoid it. “Continue talking through the door. It helps me. Or the baby, your voice convinces her to be nicer to her mommy.”

“Okay well me and Davi thought about the name ‘Valentina Rosa Camíla Santos-[Last Name].” Neymar revealed the name as he fiddled with his hands waiting for your response. “We thought to add the top 2 names on the list as a middle name so it’s not just a boring short name like ‘Valentina-Santos-[Last Name]’.”

Neymar nervously chuckled hoping you would like their suggestion. Last time you guys discussed names it turned into a huge argument. Davi grabbed his hand as he waited for you to answer him and his papa until 10 seconds turn into 30, then 1 minute then 2 minutes.

After 2 minutes with nothing but absolute silence Neymar had gotten worried and turned the door-knob. You stood in front of the mirror with eyes watering rubbing your pregnant belly. It wasn’t even a situation where you should be crying but the name was just so beautiful you couldn’t help it.

“ Valentina-Rosa, It’s perfect. She’s perfect. You’re perfect.” You smiled at Davi who was peeking around the open bathroom door before walking inside when you ushered him too. You hugged them both as tightly as you could.

“Princesa, I love you so much. Thank you for carrying my child & giving me the family I always wanted.” Neymar Hugged you before smiling brightly as his son as they marched out of the bathroom happy with the ending of their mission.

after that sentimental moment you elbowed Neymar glaring at him. “Heyy, Why’s my last name at the back? Shouldn’t it be first? After all I am carrying her.”

“That wasn’t me! It was Davi.” Neymar turns to Davi who has a shocked look on his face. “Papa! Don’t lie it wasn’t meee!” Davi stomped his feet hitting Neymar’s stomach with his tiny fist.

You laughed at the scene in-front of you impatient as to when you could share this amazing life with your daughter; Valentina-Rosa Camíla Santos.

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[magicfootballstuff]

Strictly Unprofessional - part 3 (alexia putellas x reader)

Summary: You’ve just landed your dream job as a photographer at FC Barcelona Femení. The only problem? You hooked up with the captain five years ago and haven’t seen her since.

Part 3/9

Read other parts here.

———

five years ago

Ibiza is amazing. 

You’re here for a week with two of your best friends, Camila and Sofía, all three of you celebrating your recent graduation from university. A week of sunshine and partying before you have to return to the real world to try to make it as a photographer.

Today you’re at a beach party. There are bodies as far as the eye can see, all wearing bikinis or swim shorts, and more people splashing about in the sea beyond the sand. A huge covered stage with a DJ deck, scantily clad dancers and massive speakers pumping out dance music is the centrepiece of the beach and there are bars set up all around for the partygoers to buy drinks.

“Tell us if anybody catches your eye,” Camila says, looking around at the crowd of people that surrounds you.

“I told you, I’m not looking for anyone.”

You’re newly single, a few weeks out of a messy three year relationship and your friends have decided that the timing is perfect for you to find a rebound hookup while you’re in Ibiza. Casual isn’t really your style and you’ve tried to protest, but your friends are being pretty insistent that the best way to welcome you back to the single life is with a literal bang.

As your friends debate what type of girl they’re looking to set you up with, you tune out their conversation and let yourself get distracted by two girls who stand nearby reapplying sun lotion. They share enough similarities that they must be sisters, though it’s the taller one who catches your eye. She’s well-built with broad shoulders and defined muscles, a natural tan that tells you she’s either always on vacation or spends a lot of time outdoors, and when she turns so that the other girl she’s with can lotion up her back, you see a few small tattoos decorating her skin.

She’s the hottest girl you’ve seen all week, the only one who’s made you reconsider if the plan to get you laid while you’re out here might be worth a shot, and now that you’ve seen her, it’s going to be very hard to settle for anybody else.

“Hey,” says Camila, nudging you to get your attention. “What’s distracted you?”

“Or who?” Sofía interjects.

“Nobody,” you answer, a little too quickly. 

Of course you friends pick up on it immediately.

“Who is she?” they ask, scanning the crowded beach for any sign of who might have caught your eye.

“Nobody,” you insist. 

You glance back over at the two girls, barely able to stop yourself from drooling as the sun shines off the freshly lotioned back of the taller girl, her muscles rippling beneath the skin as she moves. 

And suddenly she’s turning, nudged by her sister who has noticed you looking at them and nods in your direction.

“Oh shit,” you say, bringing your sunglasses down to cover your eyes and turning away in the hope that it looks less like you were staring.

It’s too late because your friends seem to have worked out exactly who caught your eye.

“Oh, she’s hot!” Camila says. “And just your type.”

“She’s with someone though,” points out Sofía. “What if they’re together?”

“They look more like sisters to me,” Camila replies.

“Ah, the eternal lesbian question - sisters or girlfriends?”

“Will you two shut up and stop staring?” you interject. “I told you, I’m not interested in a summer fling.” You pause, then say, “And if I was, you’re not helping me by acting like this.”

———

You focus on enjoying the beach party and try to forget about the hot girl but that proves to be difficult, because when you’re waiting at one of the bars an hour later, a tall figure walks up beside you and you realise it’s her.

You think it might be coincidental, until she smiles and says, “Hi.”

You smile back, not entirely sure if she’s actually starting a conversation or just being polite until she speaks again.

“I’m Alexia, by the way.”

A little taken aback, and wondering if she saw you staring earlier and remembers you, you introduce yourself.

“Who are you here with?” Alexia asks.

“Two of my friends. You?”

“My little sister,” Alexia tells you, answering the ‘sister or girlfriend’ dilemma from your earlier conversation with Camila and Sofía. “She’s the one who said I should talk to you. Said that if I didn’t, then she would.”

Your cheeks start to heat up, Alexia’s words pretty much confirming that she and her sister noticed you staring, though you’re also glad it doesn’t seem to be unwelcome.

“Wow, I’m flattered,” you tell Alexia, and in an attempt to flirt back, you add, “but you’re definitely more my type.”

Alexia’s lips curl upwards in a slow smile.

“That’s good to know.” She leans ever so slightly against your side, her arm brushing against yours as she gestures to the bar and asks, “So can I buy you a drink?”

You can barely believe she’s talking to you, let alone offering to buy you a drink, but you’d be stupid to say no.

“Sure.”

Alexia catches the bartender’s attention and orders two of something that sounds exotic, before she turns back to you as the drinks are being prepared.

“So what do you do when you’re not partying in Ibiza?” she asks, leaning sideways on the bar with one elbow so that she can look at you.

“I’m a photographer. Or at least, I’m trying to be one. I just graduated from university. When I get back from Ibiza I need to start finding a job.”

“What do you take pictures of?”

“Everything,” you answer with a shrug, never wishing more than now that you had a clearer idea about where your career is going so that you could have something interesting to talk about to maybe impress Alexia. “I can’t really afford to be picky while I’m still building a portfolio, but I love photographing events. There’s just something so special about blending into the background with your camera and capturing people just living their lives. It’s much more authentic than doing portraits or photoshoots.”

Alexia lifts her sunglasses and perches them on top of her head, revealing hazel eyes that sparkle with warmth as she smiles at you and says, “That’s a really nice sentiment.”

“What do you do?” you ask.

“Oh, I play football.”

You have a million questions, intrigued and surprised by her answer, but the nonchalant shrug she gives makes it seem like she doesn’t want to talk about it much. Instead, you try to imagine her playing football, utilising her strength and obvious athleticism, and your eyes subconsciously start to wander over her bikini-clad body again.

“That explains a lot,” you murmur, as the bartender sets two drinks down in front of you, served in hollowed out pineapples and garnished with small fruit and a bright pink straw.

Alexia must know where your mind has wandered to because she smirks, but leans closer and still asks, “What do you mean by that?”

Her proximity is dizzying, but you’re getting all the right signals to have the confidence to tease her right back.

“Stick around for another drink and maybe I’ll tell you.”

Alexia taps her pineapple against yours and lifts the straw to her lips as she grins and says, “Deal.”

———

present day

“Ibiza, right? When was it? Four - five years ago?”

“2018,” you answer. “I thought you’d forgotten.”

“You look different. Your hair is longer. And you’re wearing clothes.”

Your computer almost slides off your lap, saved only by the back of the seat in front of you, and you shut it quickly to save it from getting damaged. Something tells you that you’re going to need your full attention on this conversation anyway, especially if Alexia is going to drop comments like that.

“Shit, that came out wrong,” Alexia apologises, realising that her words have startled you. “I didn’t mean … you were wearing a bikini when we first met, that’s all.”

You smile at Alexia and say, “Nice save.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Alexia asks.

“Because I could tell you didn’t recognise me and I didn’t want to make things weird,” you answer with a shrug.

“That makes sense,” Alexia acknowledges. “You must think I’m such an asshole.”

You shake your head and smile in reassurance.

“No, I understand.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t recognise you sooner,” Alexia apologises. “Well, I did recognise you but when I was trying to figure out where I knew you from it didn’t cross my mind that we might have slept together.”

“It’s fine,” you say. You glance around the bus, slightly worried about having this conversation in a public place, but the celebratory songs coming from the girls at the back of the bus are doing a pretty good job of masking your conversation. “Look, I don’t do that kind of thing often…”

“And you think I do?” Alexia asks, raising her eyebrows at you.

“Well I don’t know, do I? We barely know each other. There’s no judgement from me if you do. But whether there’s been a hundred other girls or none at all… what I mean is that it would have been arrogant if I got mad because you didn’t remember something that happened five years ago. I get it. It was one night of fun when we were on vacation. We’re both adults, it doesn’t need to be a big deal.”

“It was fun,” Alexia murmurs, shooting you an amused smile. When you don’t respond, she straightens her face and says, “Sorry. Adults. Got it. But you don’t need to worry. We’re not the first people at this football club to have history, nor will we be the last.”

Though you’ve only been at Barcelona for a month and try to keep your head out of the private lives of the people you work with, especially the players, the dressing room gossip does occasionally filter into the staff offices too. You’re not sure of exact details, nor will you probably ever know everything, but you know there are players on the team who are currently dating or have dated each other in the past. It’s to be expected really - lots of attractive women, many of them gay, playing an emotionally charged sport every day. But while it’s normal for the players to have relationships with each other, you don’t know if there are any rules forbidding staff from getting involved with players, nor do you want to find out if there are any consequences, even if it happened years ago.

“Do any of the other girls know about us?” you ask.

“I only realised myself last night,” Alexia answer. “But no, and I won’t tell them. The past is the past.”

“Thanks.”

“It’s good to see you again though,” Alexia says, her hand finding your thigh and squeezing, before she withdraws it. 

“Yeah, you too.”

[julianalvarez9]

stranger / gavi

requested: no, but i got this idea a couple of days ago and i think it's what I needed to get off my writers block, fingers crossed 🥹

summary: you regretted accepting your bff's offer of being her plus one for a party you didn't even want to attend in the first place. but it brought you to him.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: not proofread. mention of a party, alcohol and the consumption of, don't talk to strangers you see on the sidewalk (?

you didn't even need to be there in the first place.

but your friend insisted that you hadn't moved to spain only for academic purposes, even if that's what you made your parents back at home believe. still, you weren't as drawn to parties as sofía was, and still, you found yourself right were she dragged you to be. some party held by a football club for winning a random trophy. that's what she had told you, only knowing half of it because her current fling, who was a player for the team, told her about it.

when you arrived there, though, you figured that it wasn't just some party held by a football club for winning a random trophy. it was a celebration for the entire barcelona fútbol club after winning the spanish super cup against none other than real madrid.

you couldn't say that it wasn't fun at first.

but being more on the introverted spectrum of social interactions, and not one to drink much, if even at all, made you grow tired of the environment very quickly. adding to the mix that your friend, the one who had begged you to come with her, had disappeared completely after seeing her man, you didn't have any reason to remain in this place. so that's how you started to make your way out, after finding your friend and her telling you it was okay, since she was already planning on leaving with this guy anyways -named pedri, or something like that, his name lost in the deafening music that filled the club.

making your way towards you car after exiting the overcrowded space you spent the last two hours in, you saw a guy seated on the sidewalk curb close to the back of your car, head hidden in his palms as he anxiously picked at his hair, yanking it from time to time.

"ei, ¿estás bien?" (hey, you're okay?) you said, not speaking too loud to avoid disrupting his already altered state, but you couldn't just left him there on his own devices. maybe he was too intoxicated and he might need your help, you thought. he just nodded, not making any efforts into lifting his eyes from the pavement below him. "puedo llamar a alguien que esté dentro si lo necesitas" (i can call someone from inside if you need it) you continued, not wanting to leave him alone in the middle of the night, even if you were sure that he could deal with it perfectly fine by his own. he nodded again, but this time, offering you a gentle smile that made you warm inside, and you flushed when you felt his attentive brown eyes reach your own.

assenting with your head, and not wanting to bother the handsome stranger you had just runned upon, you made your way onto the driver side of your car and unlocked it, ready to get home as soon as possible.

"espera, ¿me puedes sacar de aquí?" (wait, can you get me out of here?) the brown haired boy asked, now standing on his feet and a hopeful look in his eyes. "¿seguro?" (you're sure?) you asked, not totally convinced since you obviously didn't know him before your recent interaction, and not sure if he was aware of what he was asking. "sí" (yes) he answered rather quickly, nodding along. he reassured, a few seconds later, "me iría solo si tuviera mí licencia de conducir" (i'd leave alone if I had my driver's license).

"de nuevo, ¿cuántos años tienes?" (again, how old are you?)

"lo suficientemente mayor como para beber y tener mí licencia de conducir, solamente no me he molestado en obtenerla aún" (old enough to drink and have my driver's license, i just haven't bothered in getting it yet) he replied, bothered that you even had to ask him if he was legal of age. of course he was, he thought, almost rolling his eyes internally at the frequency in which he was picked upon, both on and off the pitch, due to him being so you. but you weren't obligated to know him, he remembered, figuring that you wouldn't have asked him that in the first place if you knew who he was.

he was taken out of his thoughts with another question coming from you. "¿y cómo llegaste hasta aquí?" (and how did you get here in the first place?) you said, smiling at the thought of him being driven around by his parents or something along the lines. he huffed, remembering why he had been strained in the first place. "pedri, un amigo, pero lo perdí hace un tiempo" (pedri, a friend, but I lost him a while ago).

you hummed, and unlocked the car to let both of you in. after all, it was still the middle of january, so it was safe to say the weather during the night wasn't as warm as you got to experience during the summer months. "¿estás seguro de irte con una completa desconocida? no sabes ni mí nombre" (are you sure you want to leave with a complete stranger? you don't even know my name) you asked again, buckling the seatbelt and tilting your head for him to do the same. he complied with your request, while answering for the hundredth time, "y tu no sabes el mío, así que estamos empatados. ¿ya podemos terminar con las preguntas?" (and you don't know mine, so we're even. can we finish with the questions now?) gavi asked, not yet annoyed but reaching that point rapidly. he was known for being a bit hotheaded, and while he didn't take proud in the fact, he recognised when his patience was running low.

the ride back to his destination was quick and easy, a bit of small conversation to prevent the silence from turning too awkward. you didn't want to overdo it, since you had asked too many questions already and you sensed that he wasn't the talkative type. at least not the first time you met. it was endearing, really, to have crossed paths with such a nice guy, not only on the outside -soft eyes and fluffy hair, almost the perfect combination for you-, but on the inside, soft spoken and attentive. you wished you had the chance to get to know him more, past the tiredness that clouded his sight and the shyness that was holding him back.

"has llegado a destino" (you've arrived at your destination) you joked, voice robotic like the lady that gave you indications through the electronic device. he giggled a bit, and you were thankful that he had found your bad joke funny. he was about to open the door, already body turned towards the door handle, when he retracted back. "¿puedo pedir algo más?" (can i ask for one more thing?) he muttered, and you nodded shily, figuring that he would ask you to not speak this with anyone else or to forget the address, if this was truly his house.

"¿me darías tu número?" (can i get your number?) gavi's cheeks flushed pink, and it would be the cutest sight if it was better illuminated, the lamp lighting up the street doing a poor job at brightening up his features. you timidly extended your hand for him to pass you his phone, and he quickly unlocked it and gave it to you, a tiny smile adorning his face while you were too occupied typing your number correctly.

going home from what you assumed was his place turned out to be quite quick, being closer to what you had expected. you were thankful, though, because your little adventure was already weighing in your sleepy eyes. you never got inside, took off your makeup and put on comfy clothes as quickly as you did tonight, but you were truly knackered. you were so tired you almost forgot to plug your phone to charge, and if it wasn't for the way the screen lightened up with a new notification, you would have forgotten about it.

[ink-flavored]

Pride & Justice: Corner Store Rejection

warnings: making-out, semi-public displays of horny, transphobia Banner art by @auroblaze P&J Taglist (Check out my Google form to get added): @elegant-paper-collection @auroblaze @zeenimf @vacantgodling @foxys-fantasy-tales @stesierra @noblebs @thelaughingstag

It was their standard shoplifting procedure.

Pride shouldered the door of the convenience store open, ancient hinges squeaking in protest. The cashier near the wall glanced at him briefly, but offered nothing by way of greeting. He didn’t blame her—the lukewarm air would have made anyone indifferent. Besides, he wasn’t here for pleasantries.

Turning down a random aisle, Pride walked up and down between the rows of packaged and canned human foods to keep up the illusion of a shopper. In reality, he scanned for other customers, cameras, and strained for any sin he could exploit.

They chose the right time to hit this place—as Pride glanced around, he was the only one in the store. He idled to the back near the fridges and pulled out his phone.

nobody else in here, he told Ollie. no cams. cashier bored as hell, should be an easy one.

k, she replied. Business as usual.

Pride opened a random fridge and grabbed the first drink his hand brushed. He still hadn’t picked up a sin from the cashier, which would make this a little tricky. There was always the chance she could be goaded into one, but there was no guarantee. Only one way he could find out.

Decoy purchase in hand, Pride swung back to the front of the store. On his way there, the entrance squealed again, with Ollie, Sofía, and Dante entering soon after. They didn’t acknowledge him, and Pride kept his beeline for the cashier, treating them like normal human strangers. But still no sin. He grabbed a bag of chips to stall for time. Nothing.

He was ready to call his mission futile until the very last second before he stepped up to the counter. A faint tingle wormed its way onto his tongue, the subtle flavor of roses and red wine heralding lust. Weird, but whatever. He could work with that.

“Hey,” he said, stacking his drink on the counter.

“Hi,” the cashier said. She took his drink first, swiping it across the scanner.

“Slow day…” Pride glanced quickly at the nametag pinned to her shirt. “Trinity?”

An unhappy smile twisted her lip. “It definitely isn’t a fast one.”

“I believe it.” He put his elbows on the counter, leaning in. “I don’t think anyone would blame you if you took a nice, long break.”

Smoke poured out of his horns, now perched at the top of his hairline. His tail swished back and forth above the floor. Trinity stopped and stared, eyes mimicking his scarlet glow.

“Take a break?” she repeated.

“Take a long break,” he corrected. “It’s what you deserve.”

“Like I don’t know it.”

“Exactly. You don’t want to stand here all day, do you? In fact, I bet you… want some more satisfying things.”

The tingle of lust bloomed, flooding his mouth. Trinity scratched the counter with chipped nails, gazing across the store at a door marked Employees Only.

“If you’re thinking what I’m thinking,” Pride urged, “you should disappear for a while.”

“It’ll be fast,” she agreed, but it was almost a question. She glanced at him, and he gladly stepped up to answer.

“Why bother? After all, the only thing that matters”—he leaned forward on his palms, close enough to see himself reflected in her eyes—“is whatever you want.”

Without any further prompting, Trinity abandoned the counter. Pride released his influence and plopped back down on his heels, satisfied with a job well done. Another sin for the counter, and Ollie and the rest would be able to grab whatever they wanted. Being the distraction was the best.

But when Trinity circled the counter, she didn’t go across the store like he expected. She came up to him.

“Hey,” she said, smiling coyly. “I just decided I’m on break, and you should come with me.”

“Me?” he asked.

“Yes, you.” Trinity took his hand, lacing their fingers together. “Do you see any other cute guys around here?”

His eyebrows may as well have shot all the way to Heaven. Little did she know, Pride knew exactly what she was proposing, and had quite a hard time believing it. He’d never once considered humans for sex—they were all weird animals, not worth thinking about. But now that this one wanted him, a Rube Goldberg machine of decision making fired off in his mind.

Sure, Trinity was a human, but she wanted to have sex with him. She wanted it enough to sin. Pride couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept with someone this excited. And he had convinced her to do it in the first place, so it would only be fair.

“Sure,” Pride agreed, returning her grip on his hand. “Let’s go.”

Eagerly, she dragged him off toward the marked door. He was only too happy to follow, head held high in pre-mature satisfaction. On the way, they passed his friends crouched at a low shelf. Trinity paid them no mind, but Pride caught Dante’s baffled eye. They mouthed What? as he passed. Pride could only grin and shrug in response before Trinity hauled him out of view. They stopped at the Employees Only door a second later, and she fumbled for a key on her lanyard.

“Hope nobody hears us,” she muttered, a thrill in her voice.

Pride snuck his arms around her waist, mouth pressed against her ear. “I hope they do.”

She turned the door handle with one hand and dragged him by the collar of his shirt with the other. By the time Pride pulled the door closed, she had her arms around his neck, and practically pounced on him for a kiss. He returned it was as much fervor as he could muster through his shock—were all humans like this? Because if they were, he’d have to adjust a few plans for his stay on Earth.

The door turned out to lead to a room not much bigger than a closet, stuffed with cluttered shelves and things crowding the floor. In the dark, Trinity kicked some aside until there was room to shuffle. Pride took the opportunity to push her against the nearest empty wall and give what he was getting.

All that sin-talking must have worked wonders because Trinity flooded his mouth with lust. Knowing it was for him made Pride groan, pressing the kiss deeper. She accepted it with a high, eager noise, mouth dropping open to invite him inside. Surprised again at her openness, Pride tasted the inside of her mouth, drawing his tongue across hers. Her hips jerked and Pride his own forward to pin her, and had to laugh when she whined.

“You really want it, huh?” he teased, bending down to nip her jaw.

“Yeah,” she breathed. “But, uh—” She pushed at his shoulder until he separated. “Do you have a condom on you? I don’t think I have one.”

“I don’t need one.”

She raised her brows. “Yes, you absolutely do.”

Pride rolled his eyes a little. “No,” he reiterated, and popped his fly open. He took her hand and stuck it down his pants until it rested against his crotch. No bulge, but her fingers were long enough to press against the folds of his cunt through his trunks. “I really don’t.”

“Oh.”

Her lust disappeared. Like it had never been there, Pride couldn’t taste a single fleeting thought. Once again baffled, he didn’t notice Trinity slipping her hand free of his.

“I changed my mind actually,” she said, voice clipped.

“What do you mean?” Pride asked.

“I mean, I don’t want this anymore, so.” She flicked her wrists, trying to shoo him away.

“Why?”

“I don’t owe you an explanation. Just—leave.”

Pride took a step back, eyes narrowed, but didn’t leave. “You’re the one who dragged me back here, I feel like you do owe me an explanation actually.”

She huffed, and suddenly what Pride tasted was a cold snap of wrath. “Leave me the fuck alone, or I’m calling the cops.”

“For what?”

She didn’t answer, but dug her phone out of her pocket to menace him with it. Pride threw up his hands and marched out of the closet. He didn’t bother closing it behind him, yanking his fly back together as he stomped across the store. On the way past the check-out, he swiped his decoy purchases off the counter and out the door.

Out on the street, Ollie, Sofía, and Dante were standing around waiting, their theft apparently successful. Pride didn’t bother explaining before stalking down the street toward the train.

“Whoa, hey,” Dante called, jogging to catch up. “That was fast.”

“Did something happen?” Ollie asked, also catching up, with Sofía on her arm.

“Nothing happened,” Pride spat, face twisted up sourly. He didn’t know why he was so pissed. He hadn’t cared about fucking that human, or any human, until she brought it up.

“Why not?”

“I don’t fucking know! Apparently not having a dick is a dealbreaker.” All three of them made noises of disgust at that.

“Then she wasn’t worth it anyway,” Sofía declared.

“Too fucking true,” Dante agreed.

“I hate those people,” Ollie said, and put an arm around his shoulder. “Listen, I can hook you up with some people who are into pretty much anything if you want.”

Pride waved her off. “It’s not a big deal, I’m fine.”

There was a beat of awkward silence, filled in by the cars rushing down the street. “On the bright side,” Dante said, “we got a lot of stuff.”

A conversation began about the ease of their haul, but Pride tuned them out, stewing in his frustration. They all commiserated with him, agreed how ridiculous it was, but none of them were surprised. Ollie confirmed there were more people like Trinity out there. People who would want him one minute, and hate him the next. Were humans like this? The thought stung more than he expected.

More so because he was having fun, at least for a little while. It might have turned his idea of humanity around. There was a human who was willing to fuck him without even knowing his name, and he wanted to fuck her too—a human! He would have laughed at the idea mere hours ago.

The idea rolled over and over in his mind. If there was at least one human who wanted him, surely there had to be others. Surely some of them wouldn’t have ridiculous, unspoken caveats like Trinity. And what would it be like, to be with someone who wanted him? To be with a human, who had no idea what they were getting into bed with?

Pride nudged Ollie with his elbow. “Hey,”

“Hey.”

“So those people who are into ‘anything’… how much of ‘anything’ are we talking?”

[wxnheart]

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧, 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

note: a list once again spontaneously inspired and I was encouraged to post it. in the meantime in between time, let's look at Gaz with his cute self. just look at the way his nostrils flare. d'aww. ❤️

Simon doesn't mean to do it. Really he doesn't. It just... happens. He can't help that you're so damn warm and cozy that he just sploots on you when he's tired.

Gaz loves old-school horror films. The Wicker Man is his favorite movie.

Price's mom favored care packages as gifts. As a result, he has a closet full of pajama sets, robes, and various pairs of house slippers (don't judge him okay, those bear claw slippers are comfortable as hell). He also keeps a drawer full of thermals and socks because as he puts it, he'll rather fall in the line of duty than catch his death of cold.

König sometimes (read: majority of the time) hates going grocery shopping for the simple fact that, more often than not, people will ask him to retrieve items from the top shelves.

There's also this stray cat near his place that he'll leave food out for. Really cute grey tabby with piercing green eyes. It doesn't have a name yet.

Rudy used to hate his name growing up because of Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer.

He also keeps a book of sudoku puzzles nearby in case he gets bored.

Alejandro's parents thought he was a girl in the womb. His name would've been Sofía (in honor of a maternal relative).

At one point, after Johnny earned the nickname Soap, his asshole friends would randomly gift him bars of... soap. Like he had a rack full of bars of soap. How fucking original, guys.

Graves can code-switch when it comes to his accent. He prefers to keep it 'on' because one, it sounds damn good (and it does) and two, it's helped lull others into a false sense of security.

Valeria likes to collect aviator shades as a hobby.

[watchyourbuck]

Hiya!

I'm just a lurker on your blog, I haven't been able to catch up to the latest season yet, but do know what is happenning. I don't ship buddies per say, but I enjoy your reactions to the episodes.

I wanted to say that I think you have the patience of a saint to deal with the bullshit people send your way. You're always kind and direct in your answers, even when anons don't bother with civility.

I hope this brings back even a little bit of faith that people see the effort you put into everything and appreciate your commentary.

omg stop how did I miss this 😭 thank you so much for being so sweet, I hope you’re still lurking somewhere<3 I’ll be doing live blogs for every episode. many many kisses ur way !!!! mwah!!!

[hoedamn-eron]

baby, please - part 12

It's time for your anomaly scan, and you get your first glimpse of the infamous Frankie.

Warnings: Fluffy. Talks of gender disappointment but it's fine. Some swearing. Some mentions of anxiety from abandonment (like teeny tiny towards the end). Word count: 2,082 F!Reader, no use of Y/N.

These are your texts. These are Santi’s texts.

Part 11 ● Series Masterlist ● Part 13

“Well, do you want to know?”

“I don’t know, do you?”

“I don’t know!”

“Have you thought about it before?”

“Of course I have, but now that the option to know is in front of me, I’m not sure what I want to do.”

Jennifer looks at you both with amusement as she takes a few more screen shots of your most recent ultrasound scan. “Tell you what, why don’t I just write it on this piece of paper, and I’ll put it in an envelope? Then, you can just open it when you decide.” She writes on the piece of paper before picking it up. She stands and walks over to her desk before placing the paper in an envelope then sealing it. She writes on the front, before grinning as she turns and hands it to Santi. “There.”

You look at the envelope and the writing on the front.

Garcia Twins – Gender

“Oh,” you breathe. “It’s just…in there?”

Jennifer nods as she hands you some tissues to wipe away the gel. “Yup. It’s in there.” She types away at your report, updating it for your files. “You’re all set. Like I said, they’re growing well, still very strong heartbeats, still sure they’re identical. I’ll send your blood test over to the labs, and I’ll see you in a couple of weeks. You know the drill, you can book in your next appointment at the front desk.” She smiles at you. “I’ll go and get those scans printed for you.”

You nod as you wipe away the gel on your stomach before you sit up on the examination table. You look at Santi, who was staring at the envelope in his hands. “Our babies’ gender is in there.”

“It is,” Santi muttered, still looking at the envelope.

You grin at him. “You’re tempted to open it, aren’t you?”

“So much,” said Santi, giving a small chuckle as he looks away from the envelope to you. “But I won’t if you don’t want to know.”

“But if you wanna know, I don’t mind.”

“But that’s not fair on you, if I know and you don’t.”

“Okay, so then we don’t open it if we can’t come to a mutual decision.”

Santi took a moment and then nodded. “Okay. Yeah. Good idea.” He looks at the envelope. “Do you want it?” he hands it out to you.

“No I do not, I have no will power, I’ll open it before we even leave the parking lot. You take it.”

He chuckles before putting the envelope in the back pocket of his jeans. “I’ll take it back with me then.”

“Thank you,” you say quietly, before smiling at Jennifer as she walks back in with your newest ultrasound photos.

She hands them to you. “Did you open it when I wasn’t here?”

You shake your head. “Nope.”

Jennifer laughs. “You’re a better person than me, I would have caved immediately. Anyway, I’ll see you for your next appointment, take care of yourself.”

After saying your goodbyes and making your next appointment at reception, you and Santi walk to his truck (you still hadn’t queried if he was going to get a car). You’d come together this time, instead of separately (your hear did not skip a beat when he suggested he pick you up from work).

“Wanna go somewhere for dinner?” you ask him.

“I’m sorry, cariño, I can’t,” Santi replied, sighing. “I’m babysitting Sofía for the night. Frankie’s got a work thing and Sarah’s visiting family.”

You nod. “Sure, no worries.”

“Tomorrow, though?”

“Can’t, have a work thing too,” you say, pouting a little as you shrug. “Meeting a new client.”

“Ah,” said Santi. “We’ll figure something out.” He waves his hand.

“Yeah,” you say, trying not to sound disappointed.

“Come on then, I’ll take you home.”

You nod as Santi unlocks his truck. He had to help you climb in now, and it always makes you blush. You settle in the passenger seat as he goes around the front and gets in the driver’s side. He starts the truck and sets off toward your apartment.

It’s quiet, which is normal, until Santiago asks, “Have you told work, yet? I haven’t had Emily knocking on my door.”

You grin. “No, not yet. I chickened out when I was sixteen weeks but now I can’t really hide it. Gonna have to do it soon.”

“Just give me warning if Emily starts spouting questions, huh?” Santi said, laughing.

“No problem,” you reply, laughing yourself.

You both go quiet again for the rest of the journey. You doze against the window, rocking slightly with every turn and bump in the road. Your mind starts to wander about that little envelope in Santi’s back pocket. You fingers start itching to grab it yourself and open it and find out if you’re having boys or girls. Would you be disappointed with the results? Would Santiago? What is he was expecting one thing and he gets another? Would he lose interest? Would he not treat them well?

You push that thought away as quickly as it came. You know Santi is a good guy, he would treat your kids like they hung the stars.

Eventually, Santi pulls up outside your apartment building. “We’re here, cariño.”

You open your eyes slowly before stretching and taking off your seatbelt. “Thanks, Santi.”

“Anytime,” he replied.

You open the door before you hesitate and bite your lip. You turn to him. “What do you think we’re having?”

Santiago looks at you for a moment with slight amusement before he softly smiles. “I think it’s boys.”

You nod. “Right. Gabs thinks we’re having girls.”

“Benny, the dumbass, said we were having one of each until Will reminded him they were identical,” Santi said, giving an amused snort.

You laugh before you glance at his jeans. “That, uh…sounds like Benny, from what I’ve heard.”

“It is,” Santi replies, chucking a little. He studies you again for a moment. “We’ll have to see about you meeting the guys. You’re having my kids after all.”

You nod, biting your lip. “Yeah. We should.” You both go quiet and just stare at each other. You feel your cheeks warm under his gaze and you look away. “I, uh…I think I’ll wait. Until I have them, I mean. To know the gender. I think it’ll be a nice surprise for me.”

Santiago gives you that signature grin of his before he nods. “Okay.”

“Okay,” you say, nodding before you climb out the truck. You turn to him one last time. “Are you going to open it?”

He grins and shakes his head. “No. I won’t. Not if you don’t want to know.”

You smile. “See you later, Santi. Have fun tonight with Sofía.”

He sighs almost tiredly. “I’m really looking forward to watching Ms Rachel for the next eighteen hours.”

I want to open it.

You snort as you read it. It had been just over twenty-four hours since you and Santi parted ways after your appointment and he was already caving. You could imagine him staring at the envelope so much that he was burning a hole through it.

You will ignore the fact that you had been thinking about the envelope all day as well.

Maybe looking after Sofía got him thinking about the gender. Maybe he thinks you’re having girls now. You giggle as you type your reply to him.

So open it.

But you’re not here.

Doesn’t matter, I don’t want to know anyway, you can open it.

Won’t you be upset if I know and you don’t?

You smile a little at the text before you reply.

Really, I’m okay with it. I want to wait until they’re here to know. You can open it, just don’t tell me.

He goes quiet for a few minutes before he texts again.

Would you be mad if I open it with Frankie?

You understood, really. You would want your friends with you, for moral support. And this was a big thing for Santi, so you didn’t mind if he wanted to share the moment with Frankie. You told him so, and you waited (im)patiently for his response. Because what if he was disappointed with the gender and he needed someone then and there to rant to. He said he didn’t have a preference, but what if he was just saying that to keep you happy? What if it drives a wedge between you now?

After a long ten minutes, where your mind was going one hundred miles a minute, your phone finally pings with a text. As you look, you grin as you see that Santi has sent you a video. You select it and watch it play, and it starts with Santiago setting his phone up on his countertop in his kitchen.

He looks as good looking as he always does; tight t-shirt, and that cap he’s always wearing, where his curls are starting to poke out. He mentioned he needed a haircut last week. You bite your lip and force yourself to watch the video.

Santi grins once his phone is up and steady before grabbing an envelope – the envelope – and motioning with his hand to something to his right. “Come here, hermano, and look at this with me.”

Your eyes widen as another man comes into frame after a few moments, standing just to the right of Santi, leaning over his shoulder as he looked at the envelope. He was tan, with dark hair (which, funnily enough, was also hidden under a cap) and sporting some light facial hair. He was taller than Santi and had a small smirk on his face. This was obviously the famous Francisco Morales you’d heard so much about.

Santi starts opening the envelope, Frankie watching it with a smile on his face. “Hurry up, feo, I wanna know!” He grabs Santi by the arm and shakes him slightly.

“Shut up man, I’m trying!”

You giggle as you see Santi and Frankie practically jumping with excitement as they open the envelope.

“What are they?” Frankie asks as Santi pulled out the folded piece of paper.

“If you fucking wait until I’ve opened it – “

“Don’t swear, Sofía will hear you.”

“Sorry.”

“Ah don’t worry about it, she’s eleven months old, she can’t talk yet.”

“Is that why you had me playing Ms Rachel for like three hours this morning?”

“Shut up.”

Your eyes widened in anticipation as Santi unfolded the piece of paper, reading over it with a furrowed brow, Frankie leaning forward excitedly. You – shamefully – tried to see if you could read it through the back of the paper but you were unable to. After a few moments, Santi let’s out a noise that was between a cheer and a loud laugh. “No fucking way!” He drops the paper on the countertop before turning to an equally excited Frankie.

Frankie laughs before shaking Santi by the shoulder. “Congrats, hermano!” he pulls Santiago into a hug, giving him a firm pat on the back.

You laugh at the reaction, before you wipe at your cheek, feeling wetness. You hadn’t realised you’d started crying. God your hormones were a mess.

“I can’t believe it,” Santi said, pulling away and looking at the piece of paper again. “Shit.”

“Better start thinking on some names, Garcia,” said Frankie, patting Santi on the back. “Man, I’m so happy for you.”

Santiago nodded before he placed the paper down and picking up his phone. “Just you wait, corazón.” He said, you’re assuming to you, with a smug grin on his face.

The video ends.

You grin as you text him.

You tease.

I can’t wait for you to find out.

Santiiiiii.

I’m serious, you’re going to lose your shit.

Stop it, you’re making me nervous!

Okay, I’ll stop. But seriously, I’m so happy. Really.

Good. I’m glad. I’m happy too.

You put your phone down next to you on the couch.

He was happy. That was a good thing, right? He was happy with the gender. He was genuinely really happy. Excited even, and he was obviously excited enough to start talking names, with Frankie at least.

You bite your lip as you think about the look on his face as he and Frankie found out what you were having. You sit there for a moment before you burst into giggles. You look down at your bump and rub at it gently, smiling warmly. “Your daddy loves you so much already, huh?”

• feo - ugly • corazón - heart

Tagged - @khonsulockley, @bluenredndeath, @superficialfeelings

[ejzah]

A/N: Happy Mother’s Day to my US mothers out there. I hope you had as lovely a day as Kensi. Just think, this is her first Mother’s Day as a mom of three.

***

A Picture Worth a Thousand Words

“Is she gone?” Rosa asked, popping her head through the front door.

“Yeah, she just left,” Deeks confirmed, holding back a smile as Rosa crept in, clearly enjoying the subterfuge. She had a couple of canvas bags with her, which she set on the dining room table. “Will Andrea be here soon?

“Yes, she’s about five minutes away.”

“Sweet, I’ll get the twins up and feed them so we’re ready once everything’s set up.”

A few weeks ago, amidst a midnight feeding, it had occurred to Deeks that Mother’s Day was quickly approaching and he’d planned absolutely nothing. With all the recent changes between the twins, leave, and looking for new jobs, it had gotten lost in the shuffle. Deep down, he knew Kensi wouldn’t care much—she always said she didn’t need holidays to know how much they cared—but Deeks wanted to celebrate her. Especially since last Mother’s Day had been overridden by doctor’s appointments and the aftermath of Anna and Callen’s wedding.

Between him and Rosa, they’d come up with a photo album along with a few other gifts. Rosa had recommended one of her friends, Andrea, who was a burgeoning photographer for the photoshoot.

Deeks went to wake up Sophia and Caleb and feed them. Fortunately, they woke up happy, giggling, and babbling away. When they were done eating, he dressed them in little blue outfits he’d kept hidden at the back of the junk closet.

Once they were dressed, Deeks brought them out to Rosa, who had changed into a sundress in a similar shade to the twins’, and headed back in to his and Kensi’s bedroom to change. He chose a dress shirt in Kensi’s favorite shade of blue along with white pants.

By the time he came back out, Andrea had arrived with her equipment, and was currently down on the floor, playing with the twins. When she saw Deeks, she hopped up, brushing a handful of curly brown hair out of her eyes.

“Hi Mr. Deeks.”

“Hey Andrea, thanks so much for coming,” Deeks said, reaching out to shake Andrea’s hand. Caleb held out both arms, and he stooped to pick him up, cradling him on one forearm.

“Of course. I love family photoshoots,” she assured him. “So, just so I’m clear, how much time do we have today?”

“Kensi is at a in-service so she should be gone for a good 3-4 hours.” Negotiating Kensi’s absence had been the most difficult part to finagle, since she spent significantly more time at home these days.

“Perfect,” Andrea said with a grin. “Should we start outside?”

“Come on, my Sofía,” Rosa said, scooping Sophia up. “Let’s go make pretty pictures for mommy.

***

A Few Weeks Later

“Deeks, why did you let me order the tiramisu?” Kensi groaned, leaning her head on his shoulder. He grinned, briefly cupping her cheek, and kissing her temple. She had a post-nursing Sophia balanced again her chest while Caleb snuggled into the other side of his neck.

“Because it’s Mother’s Day and what my Ladybird wants, my Ladybird gets,” he said, grinning even wider when that earned him a giggle from Kensi.

“You’re ridiculous.” Her hand creeping up his chest said otherwise.

“Hey enough flirting!” Rosa called out. Caleb startled at the sound of his voice, turning his head to find her in the room. He babbled something, reaching for her with an open hand. “It’s time for presents,” Rosa continued excitedly. She’d taken great joy in crossing and creating Kensi’s gifts.

“Oh my god, you did not have to get me presents on top of breakfast in bed and dinner,” Kensi protested. Ignoring her, Rosa jogged out of the room. Kensi narrowed her eyes at Deeks, but he just shrugged innocently.

Rosa returned a minute later with two wrapped packages and a gift bag.

“Here, I’ll swap you,” Deeks offered, holding out his free hand for Sophia.

“Open this one first,” Rosa encouraged as she gave Kensi the bag, sitting on the end of the couch. Kensi reached in and pulled out a tuft of tissue paper and a black and white gift certificate.

“Ooh, a spa session. I know where I’m going after work this Friday,” Kensi said. “Mama needs a massage.” She wiggled Caleb’s foot. She looked to Kensi and Deeks then. “Thank you, guys.”

The next gift contained a selection of Kensi’s favorite snacks. Rosa handed her the final gift, folding her fingers together in with slightly nervous anticipation.

“This one feels like a book. Did you get me the next one on in that series I—” She broke off as the paper fell away to reveal a large photo album. “Oh my god,” she whispered, running her fingers over the cover picture.

“Open it up,” Deeks suggested, and she silently turned to the first page, which featured Deeks, Rosa, and the twins on the patio swing. She flipped through a few more pages, shaking her head at each picture.

They’d chosen a variety of professional shots as well as several candids.

“These are so beautiful,” Kensi murmured, running her fingers over a crisp picture of her cuddling the twins, their heads all thrown back in laughter.

“We wanted to give you a physical reminder of how much we love you and how important you are to this family,” Deeks explained softly. “We couldn’t do this without our Mama Blye.”

Kensi pressed her hand over her mouth, eyes suspiciously wet, and he felt his own eyes tear up slightly too. She reached for Deeks, her mouth wet on his when they kissed. Pulling back, she looped her arm around Rosa’s shoulders, tugging her closer so they were in a modified group hug.

“It is perfect,” she murmured, squeezing them tightly before she leaned back, wiping under her eyes. “I love it so much.”

“You’re welcome,” Rosa said.

“I don’t know when you found the time. When did you even take this?” Kensi asked, shaking her head in disbelief as she continued looking through the album, flipping back to the front cover. It featured the entire family perched on the front steps.

“Remember when I told you I needed a current family picture for a class project?” Rosa asked.

“Oh I completely forgot about that.” Kensi pressed her palm to her forehead, then narrowed her eyes at Rosa. “That’s extremely sneaky of you.”

“I know.” Rosa nodded smugly.

“I can’t believe how much effort you put into all of this,” Kensi continued.

“It was worth it.” Rosa nodded in agreement to his statement. “Happy Mother’s Day, Kensialina,” Deeks murmured. “We’re lucky to have you.”

[sandcobangevent]

Late Arrival

by audraeciouslyme and @lucy-g-turpin Read the fic and view the art on AO3!

“John, we already know what it is going to say. It is on the board right in front of us.” Mariana sighed, shifting her bag from one shoulder to the other.

“Yes, but what if the message is different? What if they have more up-to-date information?”

“More up-to-date information than the people inputting the information?” Sherlock looked around Heathrow, grateful for the sound-distorting ear defenders.

He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help himself. He picked up the phone and read the text. “Nope. Yep. Exactly the same. Ground stop on all flights.”

“Of course it is.” Sherlock and Mariana replied in unison.

“Why don’t we just find a place to sit and wait out the storm? It’s England. They should be used to rain by now.” Mariana walked a bit further down the terminal, finding an empty space on the wall to lean against before sliding down the wall to sit on the floor. She pulled her phone from her pocket to inform her family that they would be late.

When she had told her mother that she would actually be coming for her abuela’s birthday, her mother had practically begged her to bring Sherlock and John. The trio had become minor celebrities in the Ametxazurra household, especially with her grandmother, who had apparently developed a fondness for John Watson. Something she had yet to share with the man, lest he become even more of an awkward human being.

“Did you let the family know?” John asked, plopping himself next to Mariana, handing over a cup of coffee. Sherlock sat next to John with a bit more grace, folding his legs under him.

“Mm, yes, and they agree that it rains far too much in England.” She nodded with a small smile. “Thanks for the coffee.”

“Figured we would be here long enough.” John shrugged. “So, tell us more about this party.” He suggested, sipping his own drink, wincing when the too hot liquid hit his tongue.

“My Abuela is turning 90, and the entire family is coming in to celebrate, so…it is a good thing Sherlock brought his ear defenders. They are….loud, to say the least.” While she had just been home for the Christmas holiday, this would be the first time her *entire* family would be together in years, making it all the more special.

……

The weather delay cost them the entire morning, and when they arrived in Astigarraga, the sun was already hanging high in the sky, but at least it was sunny. Incredibly sunny.

“Pequeña!” Mariana’s head swivelled quickly towards the endearment and a voice she hadn’t heard in nearly five years.

“Alejandro!” She dropped her bag to the ground, leaving it with John and Sherlock, and ran full force towards her cousin, crashing into his arms for a nearly bone-crushing hug.

“That is her older cousin, Alejandro and his sister Sofía.” Sherlock leaned down to whisper in John’s ear, answer his unasked question.

“How…How do you know that?” John turned towards Sherlock’s voice, flinching back a hair when he realised how close he actually was.

“Mrs Hudson made me a document with all her family members. Come along, Watson.” Sherlock picked up Mariana’s bag, heading towards their hosts for the weekend.

“What? How can I get one of those? Sherlo-!” John rushed after his friend, as the realisation that he was out of his depth hit him like a ton of bricks.

……

John had never heard conversations flow so fast. Mariana hadn’t been lying when she had said that her family was large and loud. They had all gathered at her parents' home, laughter and joy filling the space, and people spilled out into the back garden to play games with children of all ages or talk while food was being cooked.

Abuela’s official birthday celebration wasn’t until the following evening, but the family was still together all the same. The entire family gathered around a long table that had been set up in the back garden, lights strung from branch to branch among the trees, illuminating the dinner guests as the sun set beyond the horizon.

“I still can’t believe you didn’t pack your sun cream, John. Honestly.” Mariana scooped a generous portion of Bacalao al pilpil. “And don’t give me that face. Even Sherlock is eating it.”

“Yeah, but he also has his pasta.” John struggled with the scent of the dish before him, pungent garlic and cod overwhelming his senses, hoping it tasted better than it smelled.

“Well, he is my mother’s favourite of the podcast. Especially now that she knows he speaks Basque. Why does he speak Basque?”

“Why does he do anything?” John focused on his plate, pushing the pieces of fish around in their sauce.

“True.” Mariana shrugged. Diving into her own plate of food.

Feeling a presence close to him, John turned to find Abuela sitting next to him when she hadn’t been moments before.

“Christ, you’re quiet.” John smiled at the old woman, offering his most charming grin.

“Amona, ez bota Johnen gainera. Airean ibili zen behin. (Abuela, don’t sneak up on John. He’s been blown up before.)” Mariana laughed, lightly scolding her.

“Pertsonalki askoz erakargarriagoa da. Bidaltzen dizkiguzun argazki horietan guztietan baino askoz gehiago. (He is more attractive in person. Much better than the pictures you have sent us.)” Abuela smiled back at John, “Baina gehiago jan behar du. (He needs to eat, though.)” She pushed his plate closer to him.

“Ah, okay. Right. Ta, Abuela.” John stabbed the meat with his fork, exhaling a big breath before shoving it in his mouth. “Delicious,” he said around the bite as he chewed. And, to his surprise, he was being honest. It wasn’t that he wasn’t food adventurous, but some flavours didn’t agree with his stomach, so he was always nervous about trying dishes that he didn’t recognize. Onions were his nemesis.

“See, it's good, no?” Mariana smiled at him.

“Your grandmother knows I can’t understand a word she is saying, yeah?” John leaned over to Mariana, nodding politely as Abuela kept talking to him—or rather, at him.

“She is telling you how attractive she finds you, John.” Sherlock’s voice carried beyond the din of conversation from where he sat on the other side of Mariana’s grandmother. “And that she would like you to do more question-and-answer episodes so that she can learn more about you. However, I already know enough about you. Do not feel obligated to include me in those.”

John pursed his lips together, staring even harder at his plate of food. “I….What?…Right. Smile and nod.”

Sherlock and Mariana laughed in unison at John’s misfortune.

“She also wants to know when she will receive her personalised message for being a Diogenes subscriber from the Patreon,” Sherlock added.

John could feel his face burning from both his sunburn and his embarrassment. He cleared his throat and turned to look at Abuela. He offered her another nervous grin: “Well, I was going to save this for tomorrow, but it seems as good a time as any.” John took a deep breath and hesitantly began stumbling out the words to the Happy Birthday song in Spanish.

Abuela smiled brightly, clapping her hands together before leaning over to give John a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Izugarria izan da, baina eskerrik asko. (That was awful, but thank you.)” She said with a laugh.

[dancingsunflowers-ocs]

𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗧 𝗕𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗘𝗦

The time has once again come for me to talk about some plot bunnies!! These are some all of the plot bunnies I currently have that I haven’t really talked about much - feel free to ask me any questions you might have about them!!

Solana Corzo, Glee OC, Artie Abrams ship.

-Childhood best friend of Claudia Green, before her move to Lima.

-Loves the colour pink, Disney films, Taylor Swift and old vintage sci-fi films/tv shows.

-She basically shocks people with her smarts when everyone thinks of her as an airhead like Brittany.

-Is the only person who gets Rachel, as much to the annoyance of both Claudia and Francesca who can’t stand her.

Pedro Fernandez, Glee OC, Kurt Hummel ship.

-Revamped version of James Green.

-Has been best friends with Ariel Berry since childhood.

-Bisexual disaster and proud!!

-Barista at the Lima Bean and a student at McKinney High.

-Tough guy with a soft heart. Initially, he comes across as aggressive, socially isolated, and simply not given a break in the world.

Matilda Thorpe Wednesday OC, Enid Sinclair ship.

-Based on Matilda from the Roald Dahl book of the same name.

-Her parents are neglectful, however, her brother Xavier takes care of her and acts as a surrogate parent to her.

-She’s a telekinetic, and also has the power to manipulate written words.

-She also has quite a close familial bond with Miss Thornhill, similar to Matilda from the book’s close bond with Miss Honey… But slightly off 

-Roommate, and eventually the best friend of Bianca.

-Is a huge reader, and is especially a fan of the Percy Jackson books which she gets Wednesday into.

Feyra Sherwood, The Chronicles of Narnia OC, Peter Pevensie ship.

-Is a school teacher in the 60’s/70’s flower power era.

-After losing her mom, she, her twin brother and cousin discover the world of Narnia through a portal in an old storybook when going through their mother’s belongings.

-Discovers that she has stellar manipulation powers while she’s in the fantasy world.

-She and Peter have a slow burn romance, and she eventually proposes to him with a mood ring from her era/world.

August Sherwood, The Chronicles of Narnia OC, Edmund Pevensie ship.

-Is the twin brother of Feyra Sherwood and the cousin of Joan Connelly.

-Works in the National History Museum in the 60’s/70’s era.

-Discovers with Feyra and Joan, in which he finds out he has earth/weather manipulation powers.

-When he and Edmund first met, they were both constantly bickering with each other, and were basically too stubborn to admit their romantic feelings for each other.

Joan Connelly, The Chronicles of Narnia OC, Lucy Pevensie ship.

-Is the cousin of Feyra and August Sherwood, and is like a younger sibling to them.

-Is a college student during the 60’s/70’s era who’s questioning their gender/sexuality.

-When they and the twins discover Narnia, they finds out that’s they’re really skilled at using weapons.

-They get so confused when animals just follow them around for no particular reason.

-They later befriend/adopt an orphan wolf cub, after some hesitation at first, which they name Akela who laters becomes their companion.

Cherry Hearts, Descendants OC, Ben Beast ship.

-Is the daughter of the Queen of Hearts, but their relationship with each other is very stained.

-Is in contact with her aunt, Mirana of Marmoreal/The White Queen who she considers more of a mother figure than her own.

-A member of the VKs, she wants desperately to be good and break away from her mother’s reputation, and dedicates herself to being better once the VKs choose good at the coronation.

-Smart and sarcastic by nature but not mean.

-Loves strawberries, red lipstick and graffiti.

Sofía Madrigal, Descendants OC, Evie Grimhilde ship.

-Is the daughter of Mirabel Madrigal.

-Like her mother, Sofía is a very optimistic and enthusiastic girl who loves her family above everything, and would do absolutely anything to make them proud of her.

-Many years after Casita was rebuilt, Alma passed away, and it was revealed to Mirabel that she had the most important role in the Madrigal family all along, as she was always destined to be the next holder of the family’s miracle casa.

-Is very skilled at sewing and playing the accordion.

-The day before she was sent off to auradon, Mirabel gifted her with a hand-sewn butterfly plush. She said that she would always be with her if she kept the butterfly close, so Sofía keeps the plush in her mochila bag, as she is extremely homesick & misses her mamá, familia & casa very much.

-Unlike her mother, Sofía was blessed on her fifth birthday with a magical gift, joining the rest of the Madrigal family. Sofía has the gift of light, meaning she can create, cease & manipulate it, making her the family’s real life miracle candle. However her power is defective due to Mirabel being giftless, so her gift is uncontrollable.

Wanda Darling, Descendants OC, Harry Hook ship.

-Is the daughter of Wendy Darling.

-Enemies-to-lovers trope!! She has the purest of hearts, is kind and sees only inner beauty, which causes some tension between her and Harry when they meet for the first time in the second movie.

-Wanda negates Harry’s narcissism and teaches him humility. (She basically baked him a big, humble pie.)

-Super shy and doesn’t talk a whole lot, but incredibly smart and loving. Has a huge interest in astronomy.

Tagging: @luucypevensie (since she helped me with many of these!!) @ginger-grimm @daughter-of-melpomene @ginevrastilinski-ocs @manyfandomocs

[oyesmendes]

a summer of love

a/n: here it is!!! first chapter... tell me what you think would happen, any plots, predictions, comments!! this series will follow the 2022 race schedule as it goes... so i’ll be writing as we go along, updates will come once a week. enjoy this one my loves. 

sypnosis here!

Mercedes announce Sofía Calero will partner George Russell in the 2022 season. 

This comes after Lewis Hamilton's retirement after the 2021 season, leaving Mercedes with two new drivers to start off the coming season. Calero will line up alongside George Russell as the only female on the grid, after the Spaniard signed a long term contract with the multiple championship winning team. 

As the first female driver in decades, what can this Spaniard bring to the table? 

-

"Fuck I can't believe I'm late for my first meeting." Sofía huffs as she jogs through the paddock with her physio, Emily, hot on her heels. 

"Think of it as making an entrance, besides I think other drivers also lack the sense of time management if you ask me." Emily tells her. 

"And that's why I didn't ask." 

Sofía knew the comment was snarky and rude, but after being pulled in twenty different directions today - questioning her abilities as an F1 driver, asking if it was her parents money that bought her in, if her promotion was a PR stunt; and prying about her non existent love life - she thought she earned the right to be a little cranky. But of course, she immediately shoots Emily an apologetic look. 

"I'm sorry, it's been a day." 

"You're good kiddo. I'll see you after the meeting okay? Take this." Emily hands her a bottle filled with green juice. She thanks her, taking a deep breath before speeding down the corridor. 

When Sofía gets to the room, she swings the door open a little too hard, and all 15 out of 20 drivers turned their attention to the odd one out in the room. Her. 

Guess she wasn't the latest, but she definitely got the attention she didn't need. 

"Sorry I'm late." She says sheepishly, a couple of drivers she met earlier gave her a small wave, while she moved to the empty seat next to George. 

"That's alright, we're still waiting on McLaren and Aston Martin- Oh and Alex." He tells her. She thanks the heaven for George's presence in the room. Though they were both in a new team, Sofía and George had practically grown up together, alongside Lando and Alex when her parents moved her to England for karting. So it was safe to say she was feeling a little more comfortable with these boys around. 

The rest of the drivers come stumbling in soon after, apologising for their tardiness on the first meeting of the season. She catches Lando's eyes when he walks in, a shit-eating grin on his face as he finds himself a seat. You could tell he was excited, to say the least. 

The meeting drags on for about two hours as the drivers run through new regulations and fool around occasionally. Once it ends, Sofía is right on her feet, moving towards the papaya driver she calls her best friend. 

"Calero!" Lando shouts when he spots her. 

"Cabrón!" She says back as they hug. 

Alex walks over, patting her on the shoulder. 

"Welcome to the club, love." 

"Thank you. I really never expected this much testosterone in a room."

George laughs, "wait till you get to a press conference, the air pretty much gets suffocating," 

"Or you bore yourself to death." Lando adds. 

They all fall into conversation as they make their way out to head back to their hotels. George and Alex are in front, while Sofía is speaking to Lando, until a certain Ferrari driver stops next to him. 

"Oh Carlos! Meet Calero-" She swats his arm, earning a yelp. 

"What did I do?!" 

"You can't keep introducing me using my last name, Lando." Sofía scolds, and Lando rubs his arm, muttering something under his breath. 

She stretches her hand out, offering a warm handshake to Carlos. 

"Sofía Calero." 

"Carlos," He shakes her hand, eyes meeting her green ones. 

"Encantado de conocerte." Nice to meet you. 

Carlos was taken aback with her Spanish, and it was evident on his face. He laughs with embarrassment. 

 "Sorry, I didn't expect you to speak Spanish. It's nice to meet you too." 

"Because of my accent?" Sofía asks. 

Carlos nods. 

"I grew up with little Lando here," she reached her hand over to ruffle Lando's hair. Which earns a groan and a grumble from him. 

"In England, since I was 8? 9? I don't really remember the exact age, but yeah that's where the accent comes from." 

"Oh so you've been friends for a while now?" Carlos asks, giving side eyes to Lando, who has this playful grin on his face. 

"All our lives." Sofía answers, oblivious to the looks the boys were shooting at each other. 

As Carlos was getting ready to continue the conversation, Sofía was being called by over by Emily. 

"Guess that's my cue," She waves, walking further away from the two, "I'll see you guys. Nice meeting you, Carlos!" 

Carlos waves stupidly, a mesmerised look in his eyes. 

"I see what you did there!" Lando screams, and Carlos scrambles to cover his mouth. 

"You like her!" Lando whisper shouts, walking excitedly next to Carlos. 

"I just think she's beautiful. And why the hell haven't you introduced me to her?" Carlos counters. Lando wiggled his brows at him, 

"Just because. And-" He turns to Carlos, "wait till you see her in the car, you'll think she's hot."

-

Of course, Lando was right. Sofía was not only beautiful, but she was also hot as fuck driving the W13. 

Carlos watched all of her test laps, pretended to pass the Mercedes garage as she got out of the car, and watched as she pulled off her helmet with her balaclava. At this point in time, he was borderline stalking, watching carefully as she headed out of the garage to the paddock after exchanging a few words with the engineers. 

He makes his way through the paddock as well, hoping to bump into the Mercedes driver. And with lady luck on his side, Carlos walks right into her. 

"Oh sorry!" She almost doubled over, Carlos helping her steady herself. 

"Estás bien?" He asks. Sofía looks up, and he swore her eyes nearly melted his heart. Get it together, Carlos. You barely know the girl. 

"Estoy bien, bien. Wait-" She takes a good look at him, "didn't you finish testing this morning?" Oh, she was paying attention. Carlos rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. 

"I did, just had a couple of things to wrap up. And I wanted to watch Charles on track too." Liar. Sofía doesn’t seem to notice, only nodding as she begins to walk towards her motorhome with Carlos following along. 

"So is that why you were outside the Mercedes garage?" Oh she know knows. He looked like a deer caught in headlights as the words fell out of her mouth. Sofía chuckles, her hand resting on his arm. 

"I'm just joking with you alright. I saw you slow down when you passed our garage. Admiring the W13?” C'mon Carlos, try to come up with something good.  

“Nah, I was trying to see if there was a way I could steal some tips from another championship winning team." He replies, shooting her a wink along with it. Sofía chuckles lightly while Carlos cringed internally - he could not believe the moves he was pulling out of his ass right now. 

They start a comfortable conversation, where Carlos learns about the neighbourhood she grew up in Barcelona; and she tells him about her W series experiences. He listened with intent and pure curiosity, and also shared his experience with her as they made the short walk down the paddock. 

"Well," she turns to look at him when they both stop outside the Mercedes motorhome, "this is me. Thanks for the walk back, Carlos."

"It was my pleasure." Sofía turns to head inside, when Carlos calls out to her again. 

"Will you be at the dinner tomorrow?" He nearly face palms himself as the questions leaves his lips. The drivers dinner. Daniel, the life of the party on the grid, had set it up so they could all get together, and get to know Sofía. The invite literally spelt out ‘Party for Sofía’. Of course she would have to be there, Carlos. 

But Sofía only smiles at him, "of course I will." 

"Okay, okay I'll um- I'll see you there." 

"I'll see you, Carlitos." Carlitos. He was so smitten for her. 

He watches her disappear into the motorhome, until a smack on his head brings him back to reality. 

"Um- I'll see you there." Lando mocks. Carlos rolls his eyes, walking away from his best friend. 

"So when are you gonna ask her out?" He practically ran after Carlos. 

"Mate, I literally just met her."

"And?" 

"I don't want to scare her!"

Lando rolls his eyes again, "as if you could scare her with that stutter." 

-

Daniel had booked a quiet restaurant near the hotel, and Sofía had arrived a couple of minutes early, taking a seat at the empty table while she waited. She was nervous to say the least, even surrounded by her childhood friends, she was in a room full of drivers who have fought their way up here. Who have truck loads full of talent. And who was she? The only woman on the grid, here not because of her talents, but for the bucket load of money her parents had given. Her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of laughter and the ringing of the bell by the door. 

Lando had arrived with Charles, followed by George and Alex, and the quartet took their seats around her. 

Much to Carlos' dismay, he was left to sit at the end of the table, away from Sofía. It seemed as if she was constantly surrounded by the quartet, and they had sort of a protective effect around her that he could not get through. He spends the dinner observing her, watching as she laughs on to different stories being told. Then Daniel stands, clinking his glass with a fork. He stands proudly when everyone turns their attention to him, that signature wide grin on his face. 

He looks to Sofía, and she smiles at him. 

“Alright I’m not good at speeches but - here's a toast to our rookie of 2022 - the amazing Sofía Calero!" Cheers go all around the table, and Sofía raises her glass as well. 

"Salúd, a todo! I'm really so glad to be here and I can't wait for the season ahead." 

“Salúd!” Everyone echoes.

Dessert is served when Carlos noticed that Sofía had excused herself from the table. He follows her moves, waiting outside the female washroom. Way to be a creep, he thought to himself. But this was the only way he could even get a moment with her. After yesterday, all Carlos could think about was wanting to get to know her even more, wanting to spend time with her before anyone else could get to her. 

The door to the washroom swings open, revealing Sofía who had just touched up her makeup. 

"Oh, hi there." Her cheeks are flush from the little alcohol that she's had. 

Carlos is at a loss for words when he sees her. They stare for a couple of seconds. 

"Were you waiting for me?" Sofía asked. The alcohol in her system definitely gave her more confidence than she actually had. 

"I- uh yeah, I wanted to ask if I um-" Carlos stuttered. 

"Sainz," she forces eye contact with him, placing her hands on his shoulders, "spit it out." 

He takes in a sharp breath, "Do you want to hang out some time? Before the season begins?" 

A wide smile forms on her face. Fuck she's pretty. 

"Sure thing. I'll be in Barcelona to spend some time with my family." Sofía tells him. 

"I'll be in Madrid." 

She nods, “Maybe we can meet in Salou for a day?" 

Carlos tried to play it cool, while his heart was thumping in excitement, "Sounds good to me." 

"Great! Let me know when you're in town."

He nods, but Sofía still stands in front of him, waiting. Carlos looks around nervously, unsure of what to do, which causes her to chuckle. 

"Carlos," she stretches out her hand, "I need to give you my number so you can text me, right?" 

"Oh! Right, right.." He nearly drops his phone on the ground when he takes it out of his pocket. Sofía types her number in, then texts herself to save his number as well. She hands the phone back before walking away, and Carlos could barely contain the happiness he felt. 

He returns to the table after her, and Sofía catches his eye, raising her glass towards him. 

"Salúd" She mouths. He nods back, raising a toast to her too. 

This was going to be a good year. 

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