#as much as we like to pretend they weren't y'all

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV S2 Ep2 Musings - KING LDPDL 🤴🏾

WTF was going on with Louis this episode!? My guy was frikkin FERAL! Jacob! The ACTEURE that you are~! 🤌 Sir Anderson! Eff an Emmy--he's British, someone KNIGHT this man already! 👑

Louis was defecting AND flexing on Daniel, I could not WITHSTAND the charisma uniqueness nerve and talent!

Daniel was LITERALLY shaking in his boots--call in Dr Fareed again; whatever "medication" y'all gave him is wearing off.

Armand, are you gonna give Daniel a CHOICE my guy?

The LOUMAND of it all--they were SERVIIIIIIING~~~~

These two banter like an old married couple, it's SO GOOD! ^0^

And it's SO EFFING FAKE! XD

Jacob/Louis has unleashed yet ANOTHER persona(lity): this heinous bougie AF trophy wife wench whom I absolutely LOOOOOOOVE. 😭

The pretentious snobbery of it all. <3

Armand and Lestat should be fed to a BLENDER! Stop ragging on my sweet baby Louis for not wanting to lay around killing/sexing all night! Then y'all get mad at him when he sits around the house all depressed, not wanting to go out and do anything but read books!

But Armand confronting Louis was so adorable--thinking they were either insulting the coven, or toying with them/playing hard-to-get.

And Louis talking about how much Armand looked like a BOY playing dressup (just like Claudia)--he's so condescending sometimes, this 33-y/o who had to grow up too soon; vs. an ancient vampire who'll forever look too young. U_U

Oh how the tables have turned; but history still repeats itself!

It's so wild how with Loustat, Les was the one pretending to be a regular human, in his awkward frumpy clothes; while Lou was struggling to hold on to his high class status during their bidding war over Miss Lily ("admiration and emasculation"). But with Loumand, Louis' the one tryna pass as a regular human in his layman clothes, while Armand "masquerades" as Gentleman Death.

Both times, Lou has to contend with the power imbalances of two overpowered vampires outclassing him over & over again. But while Lou was hostile & offended by Les; he's scared & meek with Armand.

He's been humbled & broken down so much, and he knows firsthand what older/ancient vampires are capable of--

--esp. since Armand confronted Louis intending to threaten him (b4 he realized how pretty Lou was and changed his mind, LOL).

But I do wonder how Louis sensed his "ancient power" exactly? Other than Claudia he's only been around Les & Daciana; so how could he tell? (I bet Daciana's as old Armand.) This was something that always irked me in the books, cuz TWMBK weren't sensed by Lestat until Marius brought him right up to them. Is it cuz Les was too young, or TWMBK just didn't bother projecting their presence to anyone?

Cuz we know Armand was always sending out signals with his Mind Gift (but he's a pro at it, ofc).

Sometimes it seems humans can sense the undead better than the undead can; they can just tell something's OFF.

But I'm just curious exactly what Louis was feeling from Arma--oh wait!

Yeah, never mind, stupid question! XD

Lou's REACTION, I cackled. Chile, you know how cute you are, stop acting coy! XD The man was so painfully gorgeous in this episode, like--

HE WEARS WOE LIKE VELVET, Y'ALL. 😭

He wears neck ties like the French in France, y'all! 🤣 LOUIS! You're KILLING me! 😍 The Village is waiting!

Santiago's 100% right--I am COMPLICIT in the misery of others; I just wanna see Louis break down and have a total fit (and kill Daniel while he's at it--UNWORTHY in SanFran, UNWORTHY in Dubai!).

DRAG HIM, LOUIS! Pack this closeted geriatric butch queen TF up!

I have no clue WTF is going on here, but if Daniel hates it, then I LOVE IT; keep pulling humor from HIS pain for a change, yeah!

The SKULL-DRAGGING, jfc!

My guy is UNHINGED, and I'm here for it!

Armand, why are you INTERRUPTINGGGGGG??????? 😩

OOP!

Nevermind me, Armand, put him in his PLACE, yaas!

[artdecosupernova-writing]

OC Kiss Week Day 7: Sloppy

WIP: WASTE Pairing: Guetry x Oren Timeline: before shit went down, obviously CW: drug use, drug mention, sexual situations Rating: M Words: 845

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Playing a show while zooted to oblivion on reaver rock has always been one of my favorite things to do.

Alec hated it, of course, but she always preferred me to be high under her supervision rather than to do it alone, or, worse yet, with Oren. However, despite spending the majority of my high times around her—on show nights, anyway—I still had to go back home to Oren.

And sometimes that was even worse than the drug.

One night in particular, I dragged myself through the front door of my Node apartment to find him sitting on the couch, a pipe already prepped for me and outstretched in my direction.

"Man, I dunno," I muttered, propping my beat guitar against the wall. "I'm coming down hard."

"This'll help," he said. "You'll sleep better."

I sighed and rubbed my hands over my face...my soft face, my pillow face that always puffed up when I was coming down. Sticky with dried sweat and warm, and gross. "Yeah, I feel like shit."

He handed me the pipe as I dropped onto the couch beside him and lit up.

"You didn't come to the show?"

"Nah," Oren said, wrapping an arm around me. He loved it when I was at my lowest, loved it when I didn't have the energy to be anything but pathetic. "I was tired. I'll be there next time, garçon."

He never was.

The smoke in my lungs numbed my skin and once the air started to feel like fur, I climbed onto Oren's lap and drowned him in lazy kisses, peeled his shirt from his body, and marked his shoulders with my teeth.

I'm taller than him, but not by much, yet it always surprised me when he could maneuver me by carrying me or laying me over the coffee table, or even the times he would fuck me against the wall or...whatever. Truly, the sex was nothing special. As it was happening the rock made it seem mind-blowing, which I think was part of the reason Oren would make sure I was high when we did it half the time.

Another reason was that he liked to test his products on me, too, but that's neither here nor there.

I left my room as common morning broke and started to put the rock away, head pounding and the rest of me sore from being a bit too rough with Oren. He came out sometime later to find me still trying to tidy up, which was slow going due to having just been body-checked by a passing lenayan dreadnought.

"No, no," he said, taking the box of rock from me and setting it back on the coffee table before I could stuff it into my stash safe. "This is the one I'm selling later."

"Oh, shut the fuck up," I groaned.

He grinned. "I could make you breakfast. How's that sound?"

"I guess." I grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat at the island in the kitchen. "How much is this haul gonna net you?"

"Twenty-five easy," Oren said, bare chest puffed with pride as he baconed my eggs and sausaged my toast. I don't know what that means, either. "How much you need for that new drum set you wanted to give Alec?"

I waved the thought away, nursing the cold bottle and relieved the headache was on its way out. "I've got enough. I just got my deposit from the vineyard the other day."

"Right, right." Oren glanced at me from the stove. "That reminds me...how's Gisella been, d'you know?"

At the mention of my mom, my hand tightened around the beer and I turned a lethal glare onto him. "And why the hell do you want to know that?"

"I'm just curious."

"I told you to stay away from her. She's actually trying to get clean for once."

He shrugged. "Okay, relax. I just..." He grimaced and took the pan off the heat. "Well, this is, what, attempt five? You don't really believe it'll stick after so long, do you?"

The smell of food and the physical hell racking my bones were the only things keeping me from vaulting over the island counter and braining my boyfriend with the frying pan. That was a startling realization, but I didn't feed the intrusive thought too much. "You see why it's extremely fucked that her former drug dealer is pretending to be concerned about her trying to get clean, yes?"

Oren, sensing that I had cleared the pathetic stage and was no longer in the headspace to take his shit, nodded. "You're right. I'm sorry, garçon."

I rolled my eyes and took the plate of food from him. "Come eat with me."

We shared breakfast, which helped return some of my strength to me. I showered and lit up again, which returned the rest of it, and then I left the Node altogether for an assignment I was given to take down an allegiant base on Voka.

And if you were wondering, yeah, my mom relapsed the next week. Wonder why.

[niuxita21]

Sorry. I got carried away with the gay stereotypes. I too have a lot to learn. And I went a bit too far sending Elena to kidnap you. I’m sorry. Ana, you and I are a team and complement each other perfectly. And you’ve taught me a lot about the business world, but I know other things as well that I can teach you.

Bonus: Ana’s reaction to Mariana saying she could teach her other things... 

[brodieland]

.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 Can we finally call a Truce? ´ˎ˗

Percy Jackson x Fem!Hades!Reader Synopsis: After the years of hating each other (secretly pining), you're finally together !! Now how does your dad take the news..? Warning(s): some swearing Word Count: 2342

╰➤ MASTERLIST pt5

2 weeks later

[11:39] AM

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＠seaweedbrain • 10 min

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And there you were, on your way to meet up with your boyfriend. Yes, boyfriend. Percy Jackson was now your boyfriend. When you told your beloved friends Silena and Annabeth, they weren't as shocked about it as you thought they would be.

"Finally."

"It's not like we weren't expecting it."

Maybe at least pretend. Let's all hold hands in a circle and jump up and down and chant of happiness. Okay maybe that's too much, you had just thought that after all the screaming at you to get it together, they'd have more of a reaction for when you finally got it together. Whatever, moving on. Finally you made it to Percy's, aw he left the door open this time. Now what if you just scared him a little.

You slowly walked through the door to be sure not to make any noise. After you did that you tip-toed your way to his room and ran through the door, the loud sound of it combined with your screaming scared the shit out of him.

He threw his phone in the air and sat there like the soul left his body. "Did I scare you?"

"I think I saw the stars" you started laughing at Percy as you walked toward him. "No like never do that again please."

"Hey," you sat on your legs in front of him on his bed. "No promises" you smiled as you leaned forward and kissed him, which he happily did back. You pushed back into him, laying down on top of him. After a few minutes your phone started ringing from your back pocket. You went to reach for it when Percy grabbed your hand.

"Come on just ignore it" and went back to kissing you. You ignored the phone till it stopped ringing. You went and continued on with what you were previously doing, at least that's what you wanted to do. Right after it stopped ringing it started again. You leaned up from Percy and let out an exasperated and dramatic sigh as you got up and answered the phone.

"Hello" you said harshly.

"Sorry to interrupted you" Nico said. "Jeez."

"Nico did you need something" you said trying to get him to talk quickly.

"Did you forget what day it is" Nico asked.

"Enough with your little riddles what is it?" SPIT IT OUT.

"Its parents day" Nico stated.

"So what, our moms are dead, who cares." Percy almost laughed at your bluntness but he didn't know if it was the time for that.

"Not those parents, godly parents. Dads here." You almost dropped the phone out your hand when he said that.

"Dads there" you asked, voice sounding a little high-pitched.

"Yup, so you might wanna hurry up. Bye." Shit. See the thing is, you weren't necessarily scared of your dad. Maybe a little, he has anger issues. Despite him being Hades, him being your father made him less scary, but you guys still weren't the closest. The only problem is Percy, your boyfriend, and guy you are currently sitting on. He has a hatred for Percy one would not understand and you don't want to know how he would react to him now dating his daughter.

"My dad's here" you said once more. You looked down at Percy who looked a little nervous. "Why are you suddenly nervous about Hades' presence?"

"Because he hates me and I'm sleeping with his daughter."

"Haha. Well, I gotta run, literally. Bye" you said as you quickly pecked him and ran back to your dorms. Not even noticing Poseidon chillin the couch relaxing, and knowing of your presence. It only took 6 minutes to make it back home, that may have been record time. You summed through the door and opened it to see your dad and Nico sitting on opposite sides of each other in the living room.

Nico and your father never had the greatest relationship and it really showed. Ever since his his real sister Bianca died, their relationship was strained. You wondered if she never passed, would your father had liked him more? All you knew was that it was better for everyone if you were around, less awkward. Kind of.

"Hey guys" you said as you slide in the seat next to Nico. He looked kind of nervous, expected when your sitting in front of the god of death, even if he is your father.

"Hello Y/N, me and Nico were just.. talking." It was silent when you walked in.

"Really? About what?" You played into it. You turned and saw Nico suppressing a small smile.

"you know, the usual" Nico said. Code for nothing by the way. You wanted to laugh a little but you didn't let that show.

"I didn't realize my kids were little jokesters" Hades said seriously. "Y/N, did you forget the date today?"

"Um, no" you lied.

"Then why is it you weren't here. What was more important that seeing your father? Hmm?" Your father questioned you. It felt like he knew, but its not like you or anyone you know would've told him. They know his feelings about Percy. And there's actually no way Hades uses instagram. As you were in thought, you may or may not have been quiet a little too long.

"Did you know Aphrodite hasn't shut up about this little love show of hers? Do you know how it felt to find out she was speaking of my daughter and Percy Jackson of all people? And the pictures online on that weird app she showed me? Despicable." Your father rambled while shaking his head. You turned to Nico in shock while you watch him try not to laugh at your possible despair.

"Um, surprise? I guess.." you said unenthusiastically and nervous.

"I'd kill that boy, but it'd be a whole thing with my brother. I'm not in the mood for that family drama." Hades rolled his eyes while speaking. "You have a rather ill choice with men in my opinion. You must hope I don't have a run-in with that boy. And lastly, if he even dares step foot in my realm once more, just remember I don't care if he's your.. boyfriend." He didn't elaborate on what would happen if Percy stepped foot in the underworld again, he didn't need to say another word for you to get the picture of what would happen to him. You were sure he didn't even want to go back in the first place. Unless maybe his mom got kidnapped again, but you know, fat chance.

"Yeah.. gotcha." You said simply. That actually went easier than you thought it would.

"Always, nice to see you both, but I must head out" Hades said as he stood up from his seat.

"Bye dad" you and Nico said at the same time. You both sat in silence as you watched your father walk out the room and disappear back to the underworld. You let out a sigh as you lifted your feet on the couch and leaned over on Nico's shoulder. He leaned his head on yours.

"Next time I'll remember the date and not leave you too alone again, I know its awkward" you said.

"At least he was just focused on you" Nico sighed.

"Yeah, blame Aphrodite for that I guess." You sat up. "And why didn't you get grilled about Will" you said jokingly annoyed.

"Well for starters, maybe because Will isn't like, his mortal enemy." Oh okay.

"Alright bro, no need to get snappy with me."

"Sorry Y/N, just stating facts here" Nico shrugged. "Anyways I was in fact planning to hangout with Will so.." Aww, wait..

"Are you kicking me out again?"

"Sorry, he has to many siblings" Nico said.

"Whatever, I was gonna head back to hang out with Percy anyways" you said as you got up headed it out. Nico shouted a bye from the couch and you shouted it back as you shut the door and made your way to Percy's.

Finally your back. You are currently standing at the door pounding on it like there's no tomorrow. Fifteen seconds later Percy opened the door looking at you wide-eyed.

"How'd it go with your dad" he asked quickly making you laugh. He moved to the side letting you in.

"Oh it went fine, just make sure to stay out of his way and the underworld or, you know" you said knowing you didn't need to continue speaking.

"Sounds just like my brother" you stopped in your tracks. Poseidon, Percy's dad, is currently sitting on the couch.

"Oh, um... hello." You said. Percy chuckled at your awkwardness.

"Don't worry, just cause your dad would like to blast me to bits doesn't mean my dad feels the same about you." you rolled your eyes as Percy said this. Poseidon just laughed at the two.

"I would've said hello to you earlier but you were running out quite fast" what was he.. oh.

"Oh, you were here?" You were just thinking about what if Nico never called you getting to to go home. Now THAT would've been more awkward than having a conversation with your own dad. And for the record, its very awkward.

"Yes I was. Aphrodite would've had a field day" Poseidon joked. You and Percy got a little warm in the face. "Anyways I must be off now, things to do and kingdoms to run, you know how it is." Poseidon walked up to Percy to hug him, he pulled away and ruffled his hair before walking out the door.

"I wish Hades was friendlier like Poseidon."

"Me too."

"Wanna have a movie night" you asked.

"Oh my gods let's go. I'll go make popcorn" Percy said excitedly.

"We're having a Harry Potter movie marathon" you stated as you went to get the first movie ready.

"Yo low-key I could take him in a fight. He's not all that." Percy said as the microwaved beeped letting us know that the popcorn finished.

"That's really interesting Percy"

"You know I could why are you the way you are" Percy was sitting down next to you on the couch, moving close under the blanket.

"You mean why am I so amazing and cool and sexy and hot" you joked.

"I think we should just click play"

You guys stopped paying attention after the first movie.

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＠StyxGirl • 5 min

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When you woke up you were now alone on the couch. You sat up and looked around for Percy when you smelled waffles. The delicious smell gravitated you toward the kitchen.

"Good morning" you greeted Percy. You walked over behind him while he stood at the stove as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

"Good morning sleepyhead" Percy said. You kissed him on his back and jumped on the counter next to the stove.

"What a gentleman, cooking me breakfast." He looked at you confused, making you confused. "What?"

"What makes you think this is for you, I was the hungry one who took initiative" he looked at you like it was obvious.

"You're saying" you swung your arms around "all of this food is for you? You dam near big as hell you know that?"

"Oh I've heard" he winked. You just looked up at the ceiling and sighed, wondering how you got yourself here. "I'm just messing with you, obviously this is for the both of us."

"Thank gods, I was so hungry I wasn't even going to mention the blue waffles." you said as you just picked one up and stuffed it in your mouth.

"Okay, last time I checked we weren't barbarians. Grab a plate" Percy said.

"Ugh what are you my dad" you joked.

"Erm no. I think your dad would actually start a war if he heard you were comparing us" you both just started laughing. After you composed yourself you went and grabbed a plate for your waffle, you proceeded to drown it in syrup, earning a glare from Percy.

"Hey Y/N, don't freak out when I say this but I think there's a waffle hiding in your syrup."

"Oh my god thanks for telling me, I had no idea" you said sarcastically. "Gods forbid I eat the way I like."

"Your allowed to do what you want as long as its not.. never mind. I just forget your so.. special" he paused before he said special, clearly not calling you special the way you would've like. These men.

"Sorry you don't enjoy cuisine the way I do" You rolled eyes as Percy finished getting food and you both sat at the kitchen island to eat. The waffles were really good and didn't need all that syrup by the way. You just liked bothering Percy. You also just liked Percy himself but you didn't need to inflate his ego more (ur dating its okay to say you like him).

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No clue if there's going to be a pt.6, but if have ideas for it lmk🫡

Taglist: @damdemigodishness @katiepotatie @loony-loser @mxtokko <3

[wrr000]

"Can you be quiet for five minutes?"

AN: hello! i wrote this for fun, it's nothing serious or special, i just needed to do something with myself. hope y'all will enjoy it anyway lol (also, i had that one scene from shrek 2 in mind)

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Summary: the night wasn't peaceful for the ghoul because reader talks too much

Warnings: english is not my first language; reader is female; it was supposed to be more of a comedic oneshot; a lot of inner thoughts

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The night was getting cold. Chilly air mixed with the pleasant warmth emanating from the fire, touching your red cheeks. It was a nice feeling, especially after a whole day of walking in the brutal heat. The sun was killing you and the night was a nice change.

'I fucking hate wasteland', you thought to yourself every day.

Burning sun, disgusting monsters, crazy raiders or even that ghoul, literally everything could kill you any minute. It was hard to survive out there alone ans you knew that. Maybe that was a reason why you didn't ran away from him yet.

"So...", you couldn't stand the silnce anymore, "are you gonna finally untie me?"

You sat by the bonfire with your legs pressed to your chest, staring into the sparkling flames. Hands still tightly tied, of course. The other end of the lasso held the ghoul whom you met a few days ago.

He was sitting on the other side of the fire, leaning against a huge piece of something wooden. He looked like he was sleeping with a cowboy hat covering his face. The ghoul wasn't like anyone you've met before, but you weren't sure if it was a blessing or a curse. He did tied you up after all and have gave you no choice, but to travel with him to God-knows-where. On the positive side - he didn't killed you. And that was something unexpected.

"Hellooo..? Did you hear me, Mr. Ghoul?", you never called him like that before, but you wanted any interaction.

No response. Was he really sleeping or just pretending that he didn't hear you?

It was in his style, to be honest. Ever since you met him, he seemed cold, selfish, like he doesn't care about anything else in the world but him. Sometimes straight up annoying, sometimes kinda funny and nice in a twisted way. These mixed feelings made you somewhat intrigued.

"Listen lady" , he didn't looked at you. "I need some peace and quiet so no stupid questions or talkin', got it?"

"Oh, come on! We have been travelling for days! I'm not gonna do anything stupid", it was this time when he was just annoying as hell.

"I bet you won't, sweetheart", you knew he smirked under that stupid hat.

"So what, are you gonna keep me like this to what? Sell me for chems? Or eat me one day?", you spoke once again. "You know, both options are pretty problematic for you because, I mean, you are really planning to sell skinny, dehydrated girl and hoping for decent payment?", fake scoff escaped your mouth. "Keep dreaming. I am way more useful as a compa-"

By anything stupid you meant something like killing him or running away. First of all, he was very skilled and you knew that attacking him was suicidal mission. Second of all, you could try to escape, but you didn't know if it was even possible with this man and did you really wanted to?

On one hand, there were plenty ways for him to hurt you. Shooting, beating, selling, starving you to death or worse - eating you alive. It was something... common on the wasteland. People were doing everything to survive and as crazy as it sounded, you understood it, the ghoul knew it as well. But on the other hand, after raiders killed your parents, life became harder than before. You hated it and what you hated more was loneliness. You had none, no friend and no family left. Maybe it was delusional, but you hoped for befriending the ghoul and travel with him for a little longer. Or maybe he could help you made it to town where you could stay. In that situation you didn't have many options (it didn't work by force anyway) to consider or anything to lose, to be honest.

"Oh, for fu-", he straightened up, finally looking at you.

You didn't have many opportunities to meet him face to face and take a closer look. Beautiful eyes spoke more than thousand words, that's for sure. The most noticeable thing was the lack of a nose, but aside that the face was handsome. You could imagine how he looked like before the ghoulification. In fact, you always thought that people were exaggerating with their disgust towards non-feral ghouls. They were still humans, right?

"You asked me a milion questions already, while I couldn't ask you one", you heard the irritation in his voice. "You better don't cross the line"

That silence was overhelming. Sure, the sound of camfire was nice, but your thoughts were getting weirder and weirder. You needed something to occupy your mind and because you weren't the best at small talk (or starting a conversation at all) you came up with the stupidest idea.

Classic threating. You rised your tided hands, palms facing him in surrender. It wasn't the right time to ask about the future and you didn't wanna cross the line, at least not that night. He was looking at you for a moment, making sure you wouldn't ask anything else and returned to his previous position.

You stared at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking about and you couldn't read him. Not before, not now and probably not in the near future. He seemed like he could always read your mind while being completely unpredictable to you. What he thought about you? What was his plan? You should be very scared or just scared? Many questions were running in your head, but you couldn't find answer for none.

"What it's like to be a ghoul?", you mentally slapped yourself, but there was no turning back now. "I mean, how did you become a ghoul? It was quick or it was a long process? My parents never told me much about ghouls"

Deep, long sigh escaped his mouth. He looked at you again, not bothering to move his body. Even someone like him lacked words and strength for you.

"Did someone ever told that you talk so much?", a ghost of a smile crept across his face.

"Actually, yes, my father told me that once", you smiled proudly.

"No lesson learned", you quite enjoyed his harsh voice with strange accent. He definitely didn't talk enough. "Can you be quiet for five minutes?"

"Hm, I'm afriad no, Mister", then it striked you. "I don't know your name! I won't shut up until you will told me your name. Wait, you do have a name, right?"

"Yes", you felt annoyed again by his lack of cooperation.

"Well..? You know my name, even you don't use it, may I know yours?"

"Cooper", the ghoul hide his face under the hat again. "Now, let me rest for a while, will ya?"

Bright smile appeared on your face. That was what you called a progress. It was genuinely a cool name and suddenly you started to wonder if he liked yours.

"But...", you heard a growl from under the hat, "we will talk about what to do next? I know how things works out here, but... We don't have to be enemies. I know you want to survive and I don't wanna be your prisoner forever"

You were on thin ice and for the first (and not last) time in your life you couldn't gather your thoughts. You wanted to tell him a lot of things in one go.

"I'm not your enemy, sweetheart, you don't have to worry. Now sleep or I'll have to shoot that pretty face"

You noded quietly. You knew that tomorrow you would try to talk to him again, still hoping for some sort of cooperation or agreement. Your life was on the line, after all. Not to mention that he called you pretty and even another threat couldn't take it away from you. Maybe that was the sign that he doesn't mean no harm to you, there was a hope, at least.

[love-belle]

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warnings - language

author's note - charles' version!!!! im so excited for this!!!! 2-3 more desi!readers coming out soon and then the next part of shoutout to my ex and then a new series for u all!!!! i love u, thank u so much for reading <3

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Just Pretend (Gavi X Reader)

Epilogue

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10

Warnings: Mentions of injury, blood, stitches, SMUT, p in v sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, explicit language, and more that I can't remember.

Word Count: 12.8k (Fun Fact: If you have read all of JP, that's 186 pages single space of reading.)

A/N: Okay y'all, time to finally put this baby to rest. I was going to wait a little bit longer to do this next part, but with Gavi's injury I needed something to keep me off the Emergency Medicine Manual on ear lacerations. And now Joao is here??? It's just the right time. The universe said so.

Gif Credit: @worldcupwinner

Previously on Just Pretend

"She didn't look at the age. She didn't have to. Her eyes landed on the name: Pablo Martín Páez Gavira. One of the best young football players in the world had just used her as a banister. "Now that you know I'm not a kid, next time, you should let me buy you a drink.""

~

"He tried to think of something sad, something painful, anything besides the fact that you were leaning over him, touching him so gently while he was in his boxers."

~

""Don't you think it's a little desperate of you to take off work for a date?"

You looked up at him seething. He stood with his bag strapped over his shoulder, hands in his pockets, hood up to cover his wet hair. His eyes were stern and cold, the usual fire behind them having died down to leave frigid disgust. You would be lying if you said you didn't know about how the Barca men got rid of their sexual frustrations.

"Oh I'm sorry. Next time, Gavi, I'll be classy like you and have weekly sex in a club bathroom.""

~

"It broke him to see you like this - shaking and in tears in a club bathroom, while the man you were trying to impress was probably grinding on other girls. Gavi told himself it had nothing to do with you specifically, just fairness. You were objectively a good person, and you deserved to be treated well by everyone around you. He tugged your shoulder, bringing you in for a tight embrace. You tucked your head into his shoulder, allowing your tears to fall more freely now that he couldn't see you. Something in you began to calm. It was like Gavi had flipped a switch."

~

""You can yell at me all you want. You can be angry at the fact that I care about you. You can punch me," he hit on his chest, "right here if you want to. But I am not a child. Don't refer to me as one. So you can go an be upset and pretend that everything I do is selfish, but you know deep down that no matter how much you push me away, I'm looking out for your best interest." He opened the door and stepped aside.

"Drive safely, doctora.""

~

""No I'm serious. You were having a panic attack in your car. At least... At least come inside and eat something. Maybe have some tea? Anything. I just... want to make sure that you're okay before you leave me."

With wide eyes, you looked up at Gavi after this statement. His cheeks burned, realizing he had slipped up.

"Leave my house. Just come inside.""

~

""Can... can we do something? To help me sleep? But then promise you'll forget about it tomorrow?"

Pablo swallowed hard for the nth time that night. He hesitated. There was no way he could promise to forget a single moment of this night with you, but he could control himself from speaking about it, and that was all he really needed to do.

"Anything.""

~

""Don't leave." He said, voice dry and raspy. You weren't sure if he meant now or the club. You moved your hand to join it with the one on your wrist, giving a gentle squeeze of reassurance, as he had done for you.

"Don't worry. I'll be right back.""

~

""I wish I could go back to then, sometimes."

"Why is that?"

"I had friends back then."

He looked at you in a strange manner, shifting one strand of hair behind your ear.

"Are we not friends, Doctora?"

"For better or worse, you're my best friend, Pablo.""

~

Gavi's heartstrings were so tight they were ready to snap. He had prayed to hear so many different things from you, but never realized that this recognition, this pride expressed so freely, would be the most meaningful. This was it. This was the moment. Suit on, trophy in hand, this was the moment to express how much needed you in his life in a different way. How much he needed to keep making you proud.

~

And now, months later...

The rays of early-morning light danced around the disheveled bedroom, bouncing across t-shirts and socks littering the floor and bedside table. They reflected across the buzzing phone screen, emitting a shrill beeping that disrupted the serenity that accompanied this time of the day. Try as he might to shield his ears with the fluff of his 'cuddling pillow', the sound penetrated through, stirring him from dreams of pretty eyes and soft lips. Squinting, the numbers on his screen prompted him to groan, rolling out of his warm sheets and onto the chill of the tile floor, needing to shower and dress before Pedri began his ritual of calling him on repeat until his butt was seated on the plush leather of the newly purchased Lambo.

The steam rippled off his sore muscles, and he lathered his mint-scented shampoo in his hands, Pablo cracked his first smile of the day at the thought of your hands on his shoulders the moment you got to work, or in the calm hours after. The whole house lingered with traces of you, but the bathroom was the worst. He had slowly but surely photographed everything in your own bathroom, replicating your set up in his much more luxurious marble shower. From hair to body to skincare, he had every bottle perfectly arranged for you to use on those days when the shared warmth of Pablo's body against yours was too much to overcome, and he lead you upstairs for a night in his arms. Or even better (and yet also worse), when the two of you remained entangled on what Gavi referred to as the "love sofa", waking up with muscle aches and bad breath, but always with the upmost feelings of content.

Every step of Pablo's morning had slowly but surely started revolving around you. He was floating, weightless in your alluring orbit. Su Sol. Su vida. The deodorant he rolled on was never out of stock under his cabinet, and it never would be since you cuddled into him and said he smelled like the ocean. He had spent his weeks in America (when not bedridden) searching for bottles of 1 million, the cologne that you secretly sprayed on the pillows before bed and onto every item of clothing you 'borrowed'. The hair gel was at the back of the cabinet, fated to collect dust because of a gentle run of your fingers and a whisper that you loved when Pablo was "all soft and fluffy".

And as he slipped on his training shirt, the ringing started. He knew it was Pedri informing him that he was at the door, and he hurried as much as possible, as to prevent the ring tone from driving him to the brink of madness. He scurried down the stairs, careful not to crack his head open while running in socks (well, not to crack it open again). He grabbed his bag from its hook by the door, slipping on his shoes. Before exiting, he looked at the wall beside the door. He ran his fingers up the taped photographs slowly. They dragged across the young faces of his old teammates, over is mother and father and sister on a white-sand beach, dancing past the collection of pictures from the Supercopa and the Ballon D'or, and rested on the only picture frame hanging on the wall. It was one of those tacky pink ones that stores sold on Valentine's day, with AMOR written in chunky red glitter. He was sat on your chair at work, your stethoscope around his neck and you perched in his lap in your red scrubs. His right cheek was smooshed from the force of the kiss you left on it, bright red lipstick already marking his other cheek and his lips. He leaned forward, placing a swift kiss to the cool glass, before running out the door to finally stop the incessant calls.

"You know if you had been three minutes later, we would have had to skip the coffee shop." Pedri said, pulling out before the passenger door was fully shut.

"I would rather walk to training than skip that."

"How much money do you make to be buying your girl a large coffee every morning?"

"I would sell my house to keep buying her coffee in the morning."

The words 'that's a little extreme' stopped on the tip of Pedri's tongue - if Gavi was not going to be extreme in his love, then who would be?

~

"And finally, Nicolas, we have the physio who will be overseeing much of your work. I'll be introducing you two now."

It was comforting to know that Dr. Gonzalez was just as dry with everyone. The muffled words came with a swift three knocks at the door, and he peaked his head in before you could release the permission from your lips.

"May we enter, Doctora?"

"Yes, of course, Dr. Gonzalez. I have no players on my schedule until 8:30. Please come in, make yourselves comfortable."

He entered with a tall, muscular boy behind him, his dark curls falling in front of his bright blue eyes. His scrubs shirt puckered in the chest area, in danger of bursting due to a deep breath. He shuffled in awkwardly, opting to stand behind Dr. Gonzalez rather than occupy the seat next to him.

"Now, Nicolas. Before you is a shining example of what the individuals in your program are capable of achieving. This is-"

"Oh! You're Doctora Gavira!"

There was a moment of radio silence that circled the room, before you had the courage to whisper out, "...what?"

"Nicolas, don't interrupt." Dr. Gonzalez decided to ignore what the new kid had just called you. "This is Doctora y/n y/l/n, who many people refer to as just Doctora. Please do not do that without her explicit permission. She joined us a little over a year ago from the same program you are in, and has been an effective technician who has brought medical success to the club. Barring any tragedies like pregnancy, she will become the club's Assistant Head of Physiotherapy. Despite your initial examination being slightly more disappointing than hers, we believe you can excel under her mentorship. You will be fired upon her first complaint. I'll leave you two alone now to be acquainted. Doctora, please allow him to shadow you through the medical examinations happening today. Thank you both."

Nicolas sat in shock at all the insults that had just been so casually shot through him while you smiled sweetly and waived your boss out the door. As soon as the click of the door was heard, your smile dropped and you were leaning menacingly over the desk.

"Okay, confess right now or lose your job: who told you to call me Doctora Gavira"

"What? I- no one! Are you not married to Gavi?"

"Where would you get that idea?" You asked while sitting back down, the visible tremble in the boy before you extinguishing the anger within you.

"Well, I walked into work this morning and you were getting out of your car and I was saying hey to Ronald who I met during my interview and I said 'oh who is that she's really cute' and he was like 'oh that's the Doctora and you should be careful saying stuff about her because she's Gavi's girl and he will rip your throat out and then she will sew it back into your body' and so after that I just assumed you were his wife because like footballers aren't usually that serious about their girlfriends and I follow a bunch of Gavi fan accounts and none even said that you were his girlfriend because there's this other girl who is actually kind of awful-"

His tangent was only interrupted by a soft knocking at your office door. You yelled for whatever angel to enter, grateful from the save from the worst verbal diarrhea you had seen in years. And it was the sweetest angel of all who poked his head through the door, hair freshly washed and frizzing slightly in the August humidity. He held a large chilled coffee in one hand, using the free one to rest his weight on the back of your chair. He leaned down to complete his routine with a good morning kiss, but the look you gave Pablo over the rim of your glasses made him hesitate. It was then that he noticed the individual sat across from you. Locking eyes with him, Pablo opted for a kiss on the crown of your head, muttering a gentle “Bon día, mi doctora.”

Nicolas' eyes followed the way your hand smoothed over Gavi's bicep in the most obvious way possible, and it had the young Sevillano tensing.

"Pablo," you started before he could come up with his own conclusions, "meet Nicolas. He's going to be training under me for his work placement."

"Nice to meet you, Pablo!" Shooting up out of his chair, he extended a sweaty handshake that was left hanging in the air.

"Gavi."

"Huh?"

"Call me Gavi."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought because-"

"You want to call me the same name my girlfriend does?" A smile played across Pablo's lips: he was obviously joking, but the intern before him shook like a leaf and sweat bullets, hand still frozen in the air. Letting out a soft laugh, Pablo took his hand, embracing the new intern and reassuring him that he wasn't about to be slaughtered.

"All the boys call me Gavi - don't want you to feel out of place. Welcome to the club. You have the best teacher - I would know."

"Right! Because she's you're girlfriend!"

"Because she's the physiotherapist that's been working on me for the last year..."

Silence once again.

"Nicolas, maybe you should go watch the warmups. I'll be out in a few minutes. Field is out the door to your left."

The boy sent you a look of gratitude to be freed from ... whatever that was. He all but ran out the door, leaving it slightly ajar as Pablo watched him turn the corner, finally having enough privacy to capture you in the delicate kiss he had been waiting for since he saw you a mere 10 hours ago.

"Bon dia, Pablito. Did you sleep well?"

"Not as well as when you're next to me."

Despite asking the same question for weeks on end, he always gave the same answer. It was about a month into the two of you officially dating when he asked you to move into his place. Of course you vehemently declined, citing reasons such as not being able to break your lease and not wanting to intrude on his space. But deep down there was the unspoken truth. Every day you held your breath waiting for Pablo's answer to change. To tell you that he had slept just fine on his own, and that he may sleep even better beside someone else. The day had yet to come, and a small part of you dared to hope it never would.

"That sounds rough. Any way I can make it up to you for going home?"

"Here? In your office? I mean if you insist..."

You smacked him playfully on the arm as both of your giggled filled your office space. Pablo was acutely aware of the fact that every time he spoke to you about the subject, it was in vague terms and half truths. Pablo wanted you to move in more than he wanted almost anything else. In his mind it was the perfect scenario: he would wake up with you enveloped by his arms, breathing rhythmically against his skin. You would get into the shower, hot water rolling down your spine as he laid out your scrubs (the red and black ones were his favorites). He would make you a coffee on the ridiculously expensive espresso machine that would be arriving in 7-14 business days - right after your school and work joint evaluation. The drive to work would be filled with soft melodies and hushed conversations. The drive home would be more vibrant, with Pablito on the AUX and the windows rolled down. And then he would get to come home and help you make dinner, trying not to burn or spill as he set two porcelain dining bowls on the coffee table, under the watchful, scowling eyes of the two of you frozen in a photo. Then he would lay his head back on the couch, his chin on your crown, running his fingers up and down your back to trace your spine. The TV would be playing reruns of the same show for the thousandth time, but it didn't matter. It was the best possible feeling Pablo knew: familiarity.

It was hard being a generational talent. Sure, it came with tons of admiration and praise, but it was also riddled with constant change. Changing your hometown for a big new city. Trading your neighborhood full of friends for an academy of classmates, who you were always reminded were your competition. Exchanging hugs from mom and home-cooked meals with yelled instructions and drills in the rain. Even now, after years of playing with the first team and reaping the success, Pablo couldn't help but think about how nice it would be to stay in one city all the time, taking one set of roads that he could memorize.

But now he had you. And not in the same way as before. In a sense, he always had you. No matter how much you were irritated with the boy, you were always a phone call away. You were always ready to help heal his ailments, despite the eye-rolls that came with it. And when he had come to you at his most vulnerable, trembling hands and open heart, you had been as you always were: ready to take him as he was and treat him with delicacy and love.

No matter where Gavi went, there was still something familiar with him. When he was on a red-eye to Madrid, he could lead against the curve of your shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of your hair and feeling the warmth of your skin. On a tiring night after training, he could always come home and be beside you, tracing the curves of your body that he had memorized, every mark and dip on your skin a landmark that reminded him he was home. The sound of your voice was melodic and soothing, and he could never get enough of the way you said his name.

"Mi Pablito."

Now was no different. The sound of your scrubs shifting, the chill of your coffee against his palm, the way your lips moved against his, so soft with delicate pressure - all of it he already knew, and that was the best part.

"Are you going to come over tonight?"

He always asked. Again, he knew the answer was going to be a huff followed by a shy 'of course', and yet he asked anyways. He loved the stability and the routine. He loved hearing you say that he was the person you preferred to spend your time with.

"Mm of course, mi Pablito. But I might be a little late. I have a lot of paperwork."

"Late? As in, you wouldn't go home with me?" Pablo's pout was adorable, puffy and pink and complemented by his beautiful brown eyes that reflected the fluorescent lights.

"I'm going to try my best not to be here too long, but it's looking like I'm going to be a while. I have to finish the reports about your improvement over the last year for my evaluation next week, do the medical examinations for the new first team members, and now I have this new kid Nicolas."

"First team players? Iñigo and Oriol finished their exams weeks ago. Besides, tomorrow is deadline day. Why would they leave the medical exams until now." Pablo was already stripping off his shirt and laying in your table, ready for you to help with his persistent back pain. You had initially thought he was lying, searching for any reason to have your hands on him during business hours. But then you actually felt his latissimus and erector spinae, and they were so tensed that for a moment you thought about injecting a relaxer into his lower back. So every morning he came in for tension relief at your magical fingertips. But the coos of "aw poor baby" and you leaned over him for half an hour every morning was definitely not going to illicit any complaints.

"Oh, well, there's still more medical procedures to be done. Fermin and Lamine have to be re-examined since Luca forgot tests 12.4 and 17.1. And Joao needs to get his examination." You placed your hands on Pablo's back, apologizing softly for how cold they were. Your first session after the two of you had gotten together, he threatened to burn every latex glove in the club. He hated the way they felt, and now that he was having a lot of skin-to-skin time, he felt that the gloves were pointless.

"Oh, I forgot that Cancelo had flown in. He's going to do wonders for our defense. Just like you're doing wonders for my back, mi amor." He allowed his eyes to flutter shut, breathing deeply and focusing on the feeling of your fingertips. Looking over your shoulder, you ensured the hallway was empty before leaning down to kiss the gentle dip where his spine was. It released a little giggle from Pablo, who tutted and said that you were trouble.

"Just relax. You think I would ever get you in trouble?"

"Oh I was in trouble the first moment that I saw you, mi Doctora."

Before you could respond, your office door swung open, and Nicolas' worried face was staring back at you.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Doctora!! I should have knocked! I didn't realize you were... occupied."

"Why did you pause before- you know what, I don't want to know. What's up Nicolas?"

"Mister Xavi wanted me to tell you that Joao is here on the field, and that he should be examined as soon as possible so he can join the morning training."

Your fingers stilled and your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Gavi felt your shift but remained silent. When the two of you first started dating, he had been very protective, borderline your official spokesperson in the club. He would tell the other players you couldn't meet with them when he knew you had paperwork, and would react harshly to those who questioned your medical decisions. It had gotten you reprimanded by Dr. G, who had reminded you that your relationship should not interfere with your work. And you didn't need to be a genius to know that the players being too intimidated to get physiotherapy was 'interference with work'.

"I had him on the schedule for later this afternoon. I guess Mister wants him training earlier. I have 10 minutes left with Gavi, and then we'll both be out on the practice field."

Just as Gavi's eyes began to droop and his muscles relaxed enough for him to drift into a peaceful sleep, you were by his ear whispering for him to wake up.

"Come on, mi campeon - you have to go to training."

"Mm I don't want to," he mumbled as he rolled over, abs on display as he smiled up at you. "It's so nice and comfortable here."

You rested your hands on his hips, tracing them slowly up his slow stomach, leaving a trail of heat in your path. They continued upward until your palms lay flat on his pecs, and you leaned in to place a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose.

"Stay here then. Take a little nap while I finish the medicals. In the meantime, they'll have Fermin take your place, and then he'll win the Golden Boy next year, and maybe he'll fall in love with his physio on the sidelines..."

"Ah yes, I can see it now," he said, "the beautiful story between Fermin and his physio... Nicolas."

You both burst out laughing at the mental image of the tall Nicolas sweeping Fermin into a homoerotic, Mbappe-Giroud embrace after he scored a goal. You walked over to the chair, tossing Gavi his training shirt and watching it slip back over the defined, rippling muscle, remaining taunt against his biceps. He opened the door for you, placing a hand on the small of your back to guide you towards the field. The 9am sun was beaming on the late August grass, reflecting the dew on the grass and the beads of sweat glistening on the boys that were running laps and stretching (some better than others - you made a mental note of who you would probably be seeing later). Pablo shot you a quick wink before scurrying off towards his peers.

"Bon dia, Doctora!" The yell came from across the pitch, and was accompanied by the excited waves from Fermin and Balde, who were having the time of their lives making fun of their whipped friend. Pedri had been part of that group initially, joining in on the taunting before games about how he was looking for injuries just to have her run onto the field. He had lingered with the other boys in the locker room to point out any bruises or scratches that Pablo had acquired, teasing him about 'finally getting some'. But since you had become best friends with his crush/ nemesis, it had become a lot harder to make fun of the younger boy without repercussions.

The older players had been overjoyed for the two of you, especially uncle Lewy. His bond with Gavi was special to him, and far surpassed just their relationship on the field. He saw his younger self in Pablo, and couldn't help the feeling he got watching the boy fall in love. The way that Gavi was fiercely protective of you, so excited to watch you shine, reminded him of Anna and all the light she brought to his life. It was a sight that made everyone's chest swell - watching the two of you interlock fingers and walk to your car every evening, smiling sweetly and leaning against each other. Robert hoped that the happiness Gavi felt was lifelong.

"Bon dia, Mister." You approached the coach and he met you with a smile and a clap on the shoulder.

"Doctora, always a good morning when we have you with us during practice."

"I'm flattered, coach. I heard from Nicolas that you wanted me to do Joao's medical now? I was scheduled to oversee morning practice and complete his medical this afternoon. Has there been a change in what needs to be done today so I can adjust the schedule?" You asked, watching the players do their drills.

"Oh, I guess we didn't send out a memo. Not surprising, because the deal was finalized last night. You're correct, Cancelo is going to arrive within the hour and be examined in the afternoon. However, Joao had already arrived and is currently changing. I think his exam should go quickly, given that you can work off of his previous La Liga paperwork, which should be in your email. I would really appreciate if you could complete it now so that he can join the second half of this morning's training."

If the confusion wasn't evident across your face, you decided to vocalize it.

"Sorry, Mister, but isn't Cancelo Joao? Is there something I'm missing?"

"Oh," he laughed out, "my apologies. I announced it before warm-ups began, but you were still in your morning session with Gavi. The club has secured a loan deal for this season for Joao Felix from Atletico. He should be waiting for you in the hall by your office."

Gavi watched the color drain from your face from across the field, and you couldn't help the feeling of anxiety that flooded your system. If you hadn't heard the announcement, then neither had Pablo, and given your track record with Felix, you knew that it wasn't going to be his favorite news.

"Ah, that's great news!" You tried to sound as enthusiastic as possible. "I just need to get Nicolas so he can shadow me and give the boys some stretch instructions before you get started with the team drills. Do you mind?" Xavi indicated for you to step on the field, and you all but sprinted over to Gavi and his teammates. Nicolas stood there, trying his best not to die of anxiety while chatting with the players and taking notes on the specific stretches that each one of them has been assigned by you.

"Hi Doctora." The greeting came from Ferran, who, after several weeks of therapy, had reached out to you to apologize for his behavior. He was keeping his relationship professional, and the personal growth you had seen was surprising. It didn't erase the hurt he had caused you, but allowed you to work with him without wanting to punch him in the face. Maybe after some more time (and therapy), you could be as friendly with him as the boys were.

"Hi Ferran. Looking good, boys. Pedri, that right hamstring needs more work." You quickly shot out, receiving a sigh as he worked out his leg for the third time. The rest of the boys looked like they were ready to engage in small-talk, but you beat them to it.

"So, are you guys excited about the new signings coming in today?" You asked, bouncing on one leg to the other.

"Very. I think Felix is going to be a fantastic contribution to the last third of the field. Will really help our attacking power." Pedri said absent-mindedly, grimacing at the effort necessary to help release the tension in his thigh.

"Felix?" Gavi was obviously confused, eyebrows stitching together, making him look even more angry bird-like than usual.

"Oh, right, you weren't here." Fermin said, turning to his childhood friend. "They finalized Joao Felix. He's arriving today and training with us after his medical exam."

"Which I'm about to go do right now." You added on quickly, hoping to rip off the Band-Aid.

"You're going to be alone with Felix?" Gavi asked in what was probably a louder tone than intended. Pablo would never describe himself with the word 'jealous'. Why would he be? He knew what he brought to the table. He was cute, successful, and was absolutely head-over-heels in love with you in a way that bordered obsession. He knew that the Portuguese playboy had nothing on him in that respect. But whenever he thought back to the stories you had told him about your first meeting with Felix, or back to the Ballon D'or when he had so effortlessly wrapped himself around you, it made the bile rise in his throat.

"Well," you tried to ignore the looks of the players around you, with their ears pricked up and waiting waiting with baited breath for your response. "Not alone. Nicolas is going to be there."

Silence. A beat passed. The another. Then another and another until the silence grew almost unbearable.

"Alright, mi Doctora. See you during the break, then." Pablo's soft eyes reached yours, and you unexpectedly found not a singular trace of negative feeling. Not one heat flare of jealousy or anger crossed his features, and it was borderline unsettling.

~

Pablo's eyes remained trained on you as you re-emerged, Nicolas to your left and Joao flanking the right. The three of you spoke freely and lightly, and Gavi strained his ears to try and listen in on what had the trio giggling. As Nicolas departed to report back to Dr. G, you continued towards Pablo with Joao by your side.

"I know you two have met and shoved each other many times," You said, extending your hand to help pull Pablo to his feet. "But I thought it was time to introduce the two of you on friendly terms. Pablo, this is Joao Felix, our new striker. And Joao this is Gavi, our brilliant golden boy midfielder and," you waved at him to lean in closer, "my brilliant boyfriend." The wink you shot him had Pablo blushing like a schoolgirl, and Joao clapped him on the shoulder affectionately.

"Ay, look at that. Always the winner, irmao. The doutora was actually a big part in helping me come to the club of my dreams, so I'm really thankful for her."

"Really?" Pablo questioned.

"Remember? I told you I was reviewing his health profile. We did it together actually when I was over for-"

"For when Aurora was in town. You're right."

You left the boys shortly after, sitting at your desk anxiously. You knew that Gavi's reaction was... uncharacteristic at best. He had been very unhappy when he found out that you were reviewing his file for a transfer. Help was also a relative term...

"Mi vida, you can't be serious!"

"Pablo, they didn't ask me for my personal opinion on the matter. They sent me the medical profile of a player for a injury probability analysis and fitness examination. They didn't even include his full name."

"Right. J. F. from Atletico Madrid. What a mystery!"

Pablo flopped onto the bed, arms crossed and pouting as he got under the covers. He looked down at his lap, praying that you didn't use the J-word. He wasn't jealous. He wasn't. Feelings like jealousy and insecurity never found their way into his system. But he just... didn't like it. He didn't like the idea that someone was walking around thinking about you in a sinful manner. He replayed over and over in his head your account of the first time you had met 'Portugal boy'. How he 'hoped to see more of you'. Sick bastard. Your sweet, innocent mind had let the comment slide quickly, interpreting it as him wanting to see you around. But Pablo, who had spent the last year of his life trying to protect you from creeps and weirdos (his colleagues), he looked into it more deeply. See more of you meant see more of you, aka your body. Now Pablo was in bed seething at his own theories. Of Joao flirting with you, getting you alone, getting hard from your gentle touches as you simply did you job, and then...

"No. I don't like it. Just lie and say that he's too mentally ill for the club. We already have Ferran and Pedri - the club therapists are overworked." He pulled the covers up to his chin and turned his back to you, and you could tell that he was genuinely distressed. You crawled under the covers as well, your nightgown shifting up around your legs.

"Aw, lito, come here." You slid into the space behind him, tugging on his arm lightly to get him to unravel. He let himself go slack, allowing you to pull him into you. You turned him to lay on your chest, shell of his ear tuned into the rhythmic breathing of your heart. You pulled his arm around your waist, and he couldn't resist the urge to cuddle closer into you. One hand came up to gently rake your nails through his soft locks. The pressure of your lips on his crown allowed him to release a shaky breath. "Talk to me."

"I just... I don't know. When you bring him up it just turns my stomach." The pout could be heard in his voice as he brought the rest of his body into your side.

"Are you jealous?"

"No of course not." He breathed out all at once. "I would like to think our relationship is stronger than your old celebrity crush working with you." He felt the vibration of your chest as you giggled, and it lightened up the heavy feeling in his core. "But it just... doesn't feel good. Knowing there's someone else who wants you and gets to be so close to you."

You refrained from telling Pablo that was the literal definition of jealousy. And simultaneously, he refrained from telling you that a small, very very tiny part of his brain wasn't sure that you wouldn't leave him for Joao. The man was beautiful, there was absolutely no denying it, and had experience being in a long term committed relationship. It certainly didn't help that Joao was two years your senior. Pablo's insecurity around his age fluctuated in intensity, but was persistently present. It had gotten worse the more strangers found out about your relationship. When he told his friends back in Sevilla, he was met with wolf whistles and encouragement to 'improve quickly' before you left for someone more 'experienced'.

And now Pablo's brain was moving rapidly, thinking about all the small jabs his friends had made about your sexual life. "Just make sure she isn't faking it." That particular one had come from Pedri of all people, who rapidly realized his attempt at a harmless joke had sent the younger boy spiraling. Were you faking? Did you want someone who had slept with more women? Were your instructions about where he should move or how hard he should go normal? Or was that a product of sleeping with someone freshly 19?

"Do you wish I was older?"

Pablo had asked this question often, but always got the same answer. He always got the reassurance that you knew he needed in difficult moments.

"Of course not, Pablo. I don't wish anything about you, or about us, was different. Except maybe I wish we would have gotten together sooner." You punctuated the sentiment with another soft kiss to his head, cradling him close to your chest. He didn't relax this time, however. He followed up with a question that had been plaguing him since the two of you got together, but that he never had the courage to know the answer to.

"Do you... wish I was better at sex?"

You were frozen as Pablo buried his burning cheeks into your side, embarrassed by the way he had decided to phrase his query. You brought your hand up to grasp his chin and turn him to meet your eyes.

"Why would you ask that?"

"I don't know, it's just... something I've been thinking about."

"Has the sex not been good for you?"

"No! No of course not," he sat up on one elbow, trying to quickly remedy the situation so that you both wouldn't stay up until the early hours riddled with anxiety.

"I've just been thinking because... well one time me and the boys were talking..."

"Oh no here we go."

"And Pedri mentioned how it kind of takes a long time to get girls to finish."

"Mhm..."

"And then Fermin agreed."

"I can't believe you guys had this discussion in front of baby Fermin." You clasped a hand over your mouth.

"He's older than I am and that's not the point. Focus, mi doctora. So they were talking about things to make a girl finish faster and naturally I was confused because you don't take that long to finish."

"Pablo please tell me you didn't-"

"I obviously didn't say 'oh my girl cums in under 5 minutes', but I just disagreed with them." Your head was in your hands as he continued his story.

"So then they were like no no it takes forever, especially the first time. And I said that the last time I had sex with a new girl, it only took me like 10 minutes." You were bright red, unable to respond to the news that the team was hearing how long your average orgasm took.

"And then Pedri said that you might be faking it and that's why it didn't take a long time. And then I asked why a girl would fake it and he said because when the guy can't lay pipe well the girl gets bored and fakes it so the sex can end faster. And I know that I really like having sex with you but I don't know if you like having sex with me so-"

You interrupted Pablo by grabbing his chin and pulling him towards you, kissing his pouting lips mid sentence. It was too much - too adorable for you to control yourself.

"Pablito, I love you." You held his face in your hands, just watching the way his beautiful eyes reflected the low light of the bedside lamp.

"It's okay, you can tell me if I'm bad." He said softly, genuinely waiting for his feelings to be hurt.

"You're not bad, Pablo. Not even close. You're actually... okay don't start dancing when I say this but you're the best sex I've ever had."

You could feel the blood pool to his cheeks and the muscles tense to repress a smile.

"Is that so? Please feel free to elaborate." You rolled your eyes, knowing you were feeding his ego, but knowing he probably needed it in that moment.

"I've had sex with other people and none of them... well they never got me to finish, you know? I didn't even think I could finish during sex before you."

Pablo's head dripped to rest against your chest, face nestled in the valley of your breasts, breath labored against you. Your words were most certainly turning him on. He brought his hands to your thighs, playing with the hem of your satin slip, and you knew you were not going to be sleeping for the foreseeable future.

"Can you... can you keep talking, mi amor?" Who were you to deny your baby?

"You know it's not just the way you move your hands," you started as the material began to rise up your legs. "It's just you, Pablo. Just the thought of you gets me ... soaking." He let out a strangled moan against you, your words obviously having the desired effect.

"Sometimes I see you when we're at work, licking your lips or wiping your sweat with the hem of your shirt and I have to look away because otherwise," You stopped to let out a shaky breath as his hands rested on your hips, fingers ghosting the hem of your dampening panties.

"Otherwise I would have to lock my office door for a suspicious amount of time."

It was your turn to moan softly as he started kissing down your sternum, hands also moving your panties down to expose you to the cool air and Pablo's hungry eyes.

"Have you," he paused to kiss your ankle, the charm that hung there teasing him. He had seen it after your first night together, the blank tag hanging on the interlocking chain. He had stolen it one day after you look it off to shower, getting a stethoscope engraved into one side and a football onto the other. His favorite sight was to watch it dangle by his ear.

"Have you... ever," another kiss, up by your knee, "thought about me," kissed to your inner thigh now, "when you..." he trained off, hands reaching up to gentle massage your boobs while he centered his face, labored breathing hitting your soaking pussy.

"Yeah..." you breathed out, almost to the point of vibrating when he placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

"Tell me about it." He said, looking up through gorgeous lashes as he poked his tongue out, the tip teasing your clit in soft, delicate kitten licks.

"There was this one time... before we," you moved a hand to your breast, placing it over his. You needed the contact, needed more of Pablo. "Before we got together."

"Oh?" His verbal response was short, but the admission made him use the rest of his tongue, still licking slowly and deliberately, but now capturing more of you with his perfect mouth.

"I was watching you in- ah - in a match," he moved his hand off your chest to lace his fingers with yours. "And you wiped your brow with the hem of your shirt and- ah fuck Pablo." He was now flattening the length of his tongue against you, the soft pressure making you want to buck your hips up into his gorgeous face.

"I really want to hear this story, mi sol. So if I need to stop.."

"No!" You said while shooting up, tightening your hold on his hand. He resumed his pleasurable ministrations and you tried your hardest to form words.

"I saw the bottom of your abs and thought about what it would b-be like if I was on top of you..." He was getting more deliberate now, moving his tongue in figures and slipping it into you occasionally, which made your back arch off the mattress.

"And then you- fuck! You spit on the field and I just.. I.. I had to...Pablo fuck I can't!"

Your eyes were shut now, unable to do anything but whine as Pablo sucked on your clit, rolling it in his mouth before releasing it and fucking you slowly with his tongue. He pulled away completely, kissing you once before he came up to meet you at eye level.

"What did you do, mi amor?"

His eyes were looking at yours with such a delicateness that you almost came on the spot. He looked at your swollen lips, your blown out pupils, the way your chest heaved, and he was ready to pledge his life to worshipping you. He looked at you the way people looked at paintings of angels: in admiration of a beauty too great to be human. He kissed you slowly and deeply, fingers circling your slick entrance.

"It's okay, tell me."

"I... I got off on my couch to the thought of you spitting on me. Or, doing anything to me actually. You don't understand how much I love you, Pablo. Everything you do sets me on fire."

With that, he captured your lips again, swallowing the high pitched whine he elicited by slipping in his fingers. He pumped you slow and hard, making sure to feel every ridge within you, taking his time to find that one magic spot that would return the angel underneath him to heaven.

"I love you more, mi vida." He brought his lips down to your neck, kissing you sweetly, before moving his lips to join his hands. Suddenly it was all too much. His plump and swollen lips sucking on your clit as two of his fingers pumped in and out of you and a merciless pace, and moments later you were grinding onto his face, cutting off his air, and whimpering out how much you loved him and how good he was to you. Your eyes rolled back in your head and your body arched so far off the mattress you were sure you were floating. When you came down from your high and regained your vision, you brought Gavi up to you, kissing him passionately.

"You're amazing, Pablo. You're always so good to me. So, so good I love you."

"Yeah?" He was leaning over you now, watching you fight sleep while recovering from the power of the climax you had just reached. He kissed your neck sweetly, sucking gently on your throat to leave a beautiful bruise at the base - enough to be visible the next day, but not dark enough to where it couldn't be covered with some makeup.

"Yeah. You're so good, Pablo." You ran your fingers through his hair for the millionth time, keeping him pressed against you, the electricity running through you. You moved one hand down to Pablo's boxers, rubbing his weeping member over his boxers, making his movements falter. His breathing was heavy against you, and you felt his hips move to rut against your palm.

"If you're tired," he panted out, "we... we can stop. I don't want you-"

"No," you moved to sit up, pushing Pablo's shoulders so that your positions were reversed, with his back against the headboard and you straddling his hips. You moved down, lips on his pulse point while your hands helped him removed the boxers caging him in.

"I want to make you feel good, mi Pablito. Let me show you how good you are."

Your naked pussy, still slick from your arousal and Pablo's spit, moved against his leaking cock, the friction driving both of you crazy. You continued to suck on his neck, moving from behind his ear down to his collarbone, and making your way back up to his Adam's apple. It was romantic and slow and sensual, the way his shaft rocked back and forth between your lips.

"Mi amor, so good, I- fuck." It was his turn to be left speechless as you slowly seated yourself on the tip of his dick. Your forehead was pressed against his, and he opened his eyes to gaze into yours as you seated yourself fully. Hands met his hard chest as you struggled to breathe, the stretch too pleasurable for you to want to move an inch. Grabbing at your thighs and leaning back against the headboard, Pablo began lifting you up and fucking into you, slow and hard and deep. He was in 7th heaven, watching the way your eyes watered from the overwhelming feeling of being so full.

"You're so good lito - the best. Fuck, fuck, no one can fuck me like you can."

"Ay mi amor," he sped up, the praise going straight to his libido, "going to cum."

"Cum inside me. Please, Pablo. I'm yours. Make me yours."

He encircled the back of your neck and brought your lips together in a harsh clash of tongue and teeth as he came, moaning into your mouth. He brought a hand down to finish you off as well, forcing his eyes open to capture yours screwing shut in pleasure.

As the two of you laid down for bed, exhausted and ready for sleep, Pablo took his normal place on your chest, bringing up your leg over his waist. He loved to be this close to you.

"So, lito, you think those were real?"

"Your words can lie, mi Doctora, but you of all people should know that you can't fake that death grip. That was definitely real."

~

It had been a week since then, and the new season was three games deep. Gavi had his insecurities quelled slightly by your consistent affections (and after ensuring he could make you cum), but it didn't make him like Joao any more than before. He still harbored negative feelings towards the Portuguese player. To the other club members, it was understood that Gavi was upset over his childhood friend Ansu being replaced. But to you and his closest friends? It was evident that he wasn't happy with the immediate comfort Joao felt towards you.

"Good morning, doutora! Thank you so much for that late night session - you really worked out my thighs like magic."

"Oh, are you coming out with us to the club? You should - I want to see how you look when you're not all professional."

"The boys from Chelsea say Hi, doutora. They're all telling me how lucky I am to be working under you."

All these comments had gotten under Gavi's skin in the days they were training, and today was no different. While Gavi was running drills, Joao found you on the side of the field and began a conversation with you about F1.

"Oh yeah, it sucks sometimes, but I can't be anything other than a Ferrari fan. I was able to get Pablo into it as well because of the Netflix show."

"Oh, is he also a Ferrari boy?"

"Oh, well he is, but I think he just does that for me. He's secretly rooting for Hamilton every race."

And despite not knowing the topic of the conversation, it absolutely boiled Gavi's blood to watch you talk and laugh so freely with this man who so obviously wants you. His frustration came out on the field, gaining him swift corrections from Xavi to think with his brain and not whatever was angering him at that current moment. When training concluded, he stood near Joao in the locker room, listening to his conversation with Cancelo and Ferran. When the Portugese boy noticed the small Spaniard's stare, he turned to him.

"Great job in training today, Pablo."

"Gavi. Only my parents and my girlfriend call me Pablo."

"Ay, sorry, Gavi. Must have gotten confused after taking to y/n."

"Are you trying to fuck my girlfriend?"

The question sent a shock around the locker room, and suddenly, there was silence. Everyone waited with baited breath to hear the response to the question and the subsequent aftermath.

"What?"

"You have like forty guys on this team that you could be working to get closer to and yet at every opportunity you're beside my girlfriend. So, are you trying to fuck her?"

"No, of course not! I-"

"Then what are you doing?" Pablo knew he was making a scene and that he would be told off for it later, but at the present he didn't care. All he wanted was to understand the plot of his new teammate and potentially his girlfriend's new man.

"Gavi, can we step outside?" Joao's maturity was showing in this moment. He was not about to start a scene two days before he was meant to step on the grass of one of the best clubs in the world. Gavi angrily followed him out of the locker room, prepared to throw insults or punches: whatever the situation called for.

"Okay, Gavi. I'm going to be honest with you because we're teammates and I think we could end up being friends. And because I feel like there's no point in lying. When I first met your girl in London, I thought she was gorgeous."

"I don't know why you thought this would help you build a friendship with me." Gavi deadpanned, anger rising to his throat. His new teammate had 30 more seconds before he lost it completely.

"No I- what I'm trying to say is yes, I did have a crush on her. You're not delusional."

"I already knew that."

"Let me finish!"

"Talk faster!"

"I had a crush on her but then Kepa told me she was with you and I laid off but then I saw her at the ceremony and she said she wasn't dating anybody so then she said her feet hurt from the shoes and she wanted to go back to her room so I walked her there and I asked her out and she said no and I was confused because she was single and she said she was waiting for someone and I just kind of figured it was you because you're the only thing she talked about that entire night and I am very happy for the both of you but feelings don't just disintegrate and I don't want to be a douche who has feelings for your girlfriend so please just tolerate me until I get over mu crush!"

Joao yelled out his entire confession in one breath to answer Gavi's request for speed. It threw the younger boy for a loop, and he was silent for a long moment while he processed what he wanted to say in response.

"So.... you asked out my girlfriend and got rejected?"

"Yes, but before she was your girlfriend!"

"So when my girlfriend was single, free from the guilt of cheating, you asked her out and she rejected you because she was waiting for someone else?"

"Yes."

"Yes let's go!"

Joao was utterly confused by the reaction of the boy. He was ready for yelling, maybe to run for his life, but he never expected Gavi to be smiling, punching the air and celebrating. He turned back to Joao, pulling him into a tight hug and smacking him on the back with strength that bordered on malicious, and then beamed up at him.

"Oh we're going to be just fine. Welcome to the team."

~

It was the stuff of dreams and fantasy. You couldn't believe the scene before you. On the sidelines at the home game in a full Olympic stadium, the fans shouting at the top of their lungs. Barca had just scored the equalizer against Osasuna, and they were coming off the field, little blobs of neon teal ready to prep for the second half. Felix and Cancelo were stretching, ready to make an appearance. A streak flew towards you, and in the tunnel you were met with a grass-stained Gavi, who hugged your middle and kissed you passionately on the cheek.

"You're doing wonderfully, mi Pablito." You said as you walked towards Ilkay to re-bandage his fingers.

"So are you, mi Doctora."

"I haven't really done anything yet." You said as Gavi moved towards the huddle to hear the second half strategy from Xavi.

"And let's please keep it that way! Don't get blood on your new kit."

And it was almost like you had spoken it into existence. There was an electric energy on the grass in the first half, but when the Joaos came on, it was like something just clicked. There was magic dancing through the air, and it seemed like the ball never left Barca's last third. It was just a matter of getting the timing right. And God, was it breathtaking. The midfield was moving like shadows, unstoppable as they fed the ball to Felix. He worked with Balde on the left, lighting fast reflexes that had you on your feet in an instant. It was an impeccable cross, soaring high above the defense line and meeting perfectly with Gavi, who had somehow levitated a foot in the air, and then was catapulted into the far corner of the net. The roar of the crowd was deafening, and you grasped Nicolas harshly and shook him, nearly throwing him to the ground as you screamed with excitement. Gavi had just scored the goal that put them ahead with an assist from Joao. Twitter was going to go insane.

You jumped on the sidelines, hands digging into the pockets of your jacket. You had finally taken what you see as a rather bold step and gotten yourself a Barca kit. Not just any kit - a home kit with 'Gavi 6' in bright white lettering on the back. You had yet to show it to him, wanting it to be a surprise reward. And there was no more perfect time than today. You daydreamed about his reaction, seeing his name on you. You dared to picture a wide smile, and him pulling you close, whispering in your ear how sexy you looked telling the world you were his.

You exited your daydream in time to witness the horrific scene on the pitch. Osasuna were obviously not happy with the performance of the team, and as usual, Gavi got the brunt of the emotionally charged response. They were shoving him, triple-teaming him, using every opportunity to get him on the ground. As Gavi moved into the penalty area, one of the opposing players decided that he couldn't, under any circumstance, let him score again. His arm went up, and his elbow collided directly with Gavi's right ear. The rest was in slow motion - much like the day Gavi took a knee to the groin. You watched the blunt force cause his skull to recoil, and he fell rather limply to the grass. His teammates gathered around, but you weren't going to wait to be called cover. You grabbed you bag and began pulling on your gloves, but a yell caught your attention. It was Joao's voice that got through to you, and over the roar of fans and coaches and disgruntled teammates, you made out the word 'blood' on his lips, and watched as he pointed to his ear.

You sprinted. Nicolas tried to follow, but even with his long legs he couldn't keep up with your speed. Gavi was on the ground. One arm across his eyes, and you could hear him whimper in pain. You looked around his head and saw them: the bright red drops on the grass, all stemming from the side of Pablo's head.

"Pablo, where are you-"

"Ear. From my ear."

You grasped Gavi's hand, wanting to move his arm so you could see, and he moved his hand into yours so that he could clutch it, squeezing hard because of the pain. You soon saw why. You suppressed your gasp as to not spark fear within him. His ear had been split clearly, the blunt force trauma rupturing the skin and causing heavier bleeding than you had seen in a long time.

"You need to come off, Pablo. You're bleeding badly."

"I want to stay on. It doesn't hurt terribly."

"Pablo-"

"Please. Help me stay on."

You nodded, deciding it was better to act fast than to argue. You sat him up, getting the saline and irrigating his ear from the blood. The cut was worse than you had previously anticipated, as you saw cartilage peak through before for the crimson returned once again. You continued to quickly clean and clear blood, a small mound of blood and iodine soaked gauze forming beside you. There wasn't enough time to give him stitches- even the continuous ones would be too slow. Gauze and medical tape would certainly not be enough to keep his ear covered and clean for these last 15 minutes. And plus, his cartilage was oxidizing quickly. You needed to close the cut, and given the circumstances, there was really only one way to do it.

"Can you handle a little bit more pain?" You met Gavi's wide eyes, and he gave your hand a rough squeeze and nodded gently, trying not to move his head too much. You went to pull your hand from his and were met with resistance. He wasn't able to let go.

"Nicolas, gloves on and hand me the stapler."

He handed you the machine and you instructed him on how to place his hands, closing up the flesh and overlapping the skin. You lined up the gun and repressed the urge to close your eyes. You placed four quick staples in his ear, closing the cartilage in a quick way, heart aching at the sounds he made when each one pierced his skin. You cleaned out the blood one last time, and helped him rise to his feet, met with the cheers of 80,000 culers.

"Come on - you need to be seen by Dr. G on the side before you can continue playing. Make sure they didn't crack your skull."

As you ushered him to the sidelines, the penalty review completed and granted to the blaugrana. Dr. G looked over your work, nodding to Gavi that he could go back onto the field.

"Good work, doctora. He will need reinforced stitches after the match concludes, but you're more than capable."

"Of course, sir."

The boys were all aggregated around the penalty box, clapping Gavi on the shoulder as he returned. Lewy raised an eyebrow in his direction, and Gavi gave him a thumbs up in response.

"Don't worry about me - worry about scoring." He called, falling into place beside Pedri and Joao. His Canarian friend placed an arm around his shoulder, bringing him in silently. It was a nasty hit, one of the worst in a long time, and seeing the blood stop dripping onto Gavi's jersey allowed him to finally breathe more easily.

"You okay?" Joao finally asked, eyes still trained on the preparation for the penalty attempt.

"I can still hear, so I guess I'm fine." Gavi replied, arms crossed over his chest but tone remaining light.

"Scars are sexy anyways." Pedri added, sending Gavi a suggestive look.

"Yeah, Van Gogh didn't get any bitches until that ear was gone." Joao's comment caught the Spanish boys off guard, causing them both to double over in laughter. Gavi gave him a playful elbow to the side as Pedri praised is comedy, and from the sidelines your relaxed slightly, watching your Pablo bond with his teammates. The penalty was brilliant and efficient, and after 15 minutes of you clenching Nicolas' arm and watching for a sprouting of red to emerge on Pablo's head, the final whistle sounded, and the boys approached the crowd to celebrate a hard-earned victory.

The players all shuffled into the tunnel, and Gavi quickly found you, walking with you off the field and placing a hand on the small of your back.

"I'm sorry, mi Doctora - I got blood on my kit." He said softly as the two of you walked through the tunnels, and you couldn't stop yourself from throwing both arms around him and kissing his soft pout. As you moved your arms away, you noticed the red droplets littering the light material of your staff uniform.

"It's okay, mi Pablito, looks like I did too. I can do you stitches at home, but blood is a biohazard, so we need to put this with the medical laundry before we leave."

The two of you walked to the locker room, walking into a closed area just behind that was used for medical exams.

"Can you turn around?" You asked, and he raised an eyebrow at you.

"What haven't I seen before?" He asked cheekily, and you rolled your eyes as you pushed his shoulders to make him face the wall. He peeled off his own stained shirt, toeing off his boots and rolling his socks down to relieve the pressure on his calves.

"Can I turn around now?" He asked almost mockingly, and after your agreement, he turned to face you, but meeting your back instead. It took him a moment to understand what was going on, opening his mouth to ask what was going on, but his eyes focused and the words died on his tongue. In bright white text, the saw his name curved around your shoulder blades, his number sitting perfectly in the dip of your back.

"You... my shirt?" He couldn't bring himself to articulate his question more clearly. You knew what he meant, looking over your shoulder, and Pablo was absolutely certain his brain was going to short circuit. It was like there was a halo of light surrounding you, your soft eyes behind beautiful fluttering lashes. Pink lips peaked from above your shoulder, your hair gathered to keep your back exposed. You were wearing his name. You were at work wearing his name, about to walk outside and proudly show off that you were Gavi's. And despite him saying it repeatedly, that was the moment it really clicked in his head. He had you. We were his.

And while he was lifting you up to kiss him, hands harsh on the soft fabric inscribed with his name, people were a step behind, speculating about you being Gavi's as well.

@88rizzing: ok i finally beat @/gaviraconcubine to it - look at these videos from gavis injury. is he holding the girl doctors hand??

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@bigbootybarca: ???? does it just hurt that bad or are they f*******

@alanaTV: yall he's literally getting his ear STAPLED let the man hold onto something

@marcusrashfussy: isnt this the one who ppl posted after the bdor? like the one who hugged gavi?

@gaviraconcubine: ok u got me w that one @/88rizzing but have you seen them walking into the tunnel with gavi on her waist???

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@88rizzing: are you fucking kidding me

@v1scab4rca: AYO??? GUYS ITS PABLO GAVIRIZZ

@4rmy-gyal-4: the bath is ready someone hand me the toaster

@arabianmadridi: at least hes not with the zionest god bless

@loonastansbrazil: @/88rizzing @/gaviraconcubine i got both of yall. i got this pic of them walking out of the stadium.

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The photo was one of the worst quality things on twitter. It was blurry and crooked and extremely zoomed in, but there was no doubt about the subject. Gavi was in his training shirt and his grass stained shorts, socks rolled down to his ankles and Nike slides taking the place of his usual dripped out sneakers. His head was turned to the left, his entire side profile visible. The smile that spread across his face was blinding even in the photo's limited pictures, and his fingers were threaded between those of another person. Your face was turned towards Gavi as well, distorted by your hair on your shoulder. But your back, turned squarely to the camera, was clear as Day with the large '6' contrasting the stripes. The internet was going wild at the thought that he young football star had bagged his doctor.

"Not to be the bearer of bad news, mi doctora," Pablo started, laying on your couch with his head on the pillow, injured ear in the air, "but Twitter found out that you're obsessed with me."

Your laugh was faint but audible, and your footsteps coming swiftly down Gavi's staircase. The sutures and other medications were in your hand, and you moved to sit on the couch, laying the pillow and Pablo's head across your lap.

"Well, took them long enough. I've been publicly thirsting over you forever now." You picked up your gloves and tweezers, about to begin the painstaking process of pulling out the staples so that you could drain his ear.

"Can I grab something before you start?" He said, and you paused midair. "Alright, but quickly. I don't want the numbing cream to wear off. I'm tired of you crying on the pillows."

"That was only one time!" He yelled over his shoulder, running up to his bedroom despite your please for him to not run in socks on the tile. He came back downstairs with a large book and a paper bag from the supermarket. He laid back down on your lap, snuggling his cheek into the pillow.

"Okay, I'm ready. Rip my ear open."

You pulled the first staple and watched for his reactions. of which there were very few. You took this as a sign to continue. As you pulled out the second staple, struggling not to tear his skin because it was wedged under the third, you asked.

"When did you start reading, Pablo?"

"Don't worry, it's a picture book." He giggled slightly and cracked open the book. On the first page, sprawled in boyish handwriting and black sharpie, was the title: My Precious Moments.

"What is this?"

"Keep working, mi doctora. I'll read it to you."

He hissed slightly as you pulled out the final staple, and you began the process of cleaning. He turned the first page, and you let out a laugh that surprised even yourself. The first page was your official school photo that Gavi had printed out, your wide smile and white coat looking crisp. He had surrounded your picture with red hearts, a thousand of them all over the page.

"This is Doctora y/n y/l/n," Pablo began reading, and you gently moved the iodine across his skin. "But we never call her that. We call her Mi doctora. She's the most wonderful beautiful sexy fantastic amazing girl, and she's dating you, her Pablito."

He turned the page as you threaded the nylon thread into the needle to begin closing him up. The next page was a collage of newspaper and magazine clippings of Gavi's best moments.

"This is you, footballer Pablo Gavi. Handsome, talented, and always a winner."

"You forgot humble, mi amor." You said with a smirk.

"Oh, you're right. I'll have to add that in later."

He flipped the page once again, and it was a copy of the photo you gave him for Christmas. Around it were several post it notes taped to the pages. They all said various things in Pablo's signature handwriting: 'doctora number - DO NOT LOSE!', 'see girl dr tmr morning for leg stuff', 'doctora coffee order', etc.

"This is you and doctora before she liked you. We definitely already liked her, but we're kind of stubborn."

"What are those? You asked while never taking your eyes off of them.

"They're all the notes I have about you. The ones that I kept around so I wouldn't forget."

You tried to keep the tears out of your eyes, needing one more stitch to be done with Pablo's ear. He turned the page again, and it was a collection of photos of the two of you from the Supercopa, with you and Gavi both holding onto the trophy.

"This is after doctora broke up with her crusty boyfriend. look at how happy everyone is!"

You laughed once again, having to put down the needle and just let out the joy, allowing it to take over your entire body. You picked up the stapler again, placing four quick staples in his ear as he flipped the page again. You pressed onto the newly patched ear, applying gentle pressure. The pages were filled with printed out photos: the sunset over the sea, a bush of bright pink flowers, a fluffy dog smiling widely. An array of beautiful, ordinary things.

"These are all the things we took pictures of while thinking about the doctora. The sun, the moon, bracelets on street stalls, dogs at the park, butterflies on the football field. All the beautiful things that you wanted to capture and give to her. You just didn't know why, yet."

You tapped his shoulder, indicating that he could sit up. He rested his back across the couch, lifting one arm to invite you to lay against his chest. Nuzzling into his side, your head rested against the dip connecting his shoulder to his collar. The next page was from the end of the league, all the stupid selfies the two of you had taken with the La Liga trophy.

"This is when doctora decided to stay in the club. We're so lucky that she decide to do that, because it gave us the time to grow some balls and confess to her. And also, your first La Liga win (in general and with this hottie)."

You kissed Pablo's cheek, whispering how amazing he was against his skin.

"Hold on, I'm about to get more amazing." He said, turning the page. It was only two pictures. The first was a picture of him on stage holding his Kopa trophy, smiling brightly at the crowd. The second was the one Pedri had took while you two were preoccupied with your first "I never want to let you go" kiss. The two of you were wrapped around each other, lips locked, and Pablo's trophy sitting in the bottom of the frame.

"This is the day that we finally became a man. You got a cute award, and you got the love of your life. And we better not be sitting over this and reading it because we fumbled her. Break your face before you fumble Doctora. She'll fix it for you."

The tears were flowing freely now, and you hugged closer against Gavi. You had never been treated so specially by anyone in your life. And here was Pablito, so busy and occupied with being a world class footballer taking the time to make a scrap book of you. He turned the page one more time, and it was a collection of selfies that you had taken with him at home, all cut into hearts and stick on haphazardly. But to you it was the most stunning sight in the world.

"And here you two are. In your favorite place in the world (at home on the couch) with your favorite person. In love in a way that would have made you nauseous last year. So here is a place for you to keep all the precious moments of the two of you, so that you can never forget how far you have come."

He placed the book in your hands, and moved to get up, grabbing the bag he brought down earlier. Your tear-stained cheeks were rosy, and you couldn't even begin to articulate how you felt. He sat back down, pulling you into his lap and cuddling you in his arms. His head was resting against your shoulder, peppering soft kisses to your neck.

"I know it's a little obvious now, mi doctora, but I love pictures. I don't think I ever realized how much pictures meant to me until you gave me one. But when I look at you, I wish I could photograph you every second and then play back every moment. I wish that we could be frozen in these moments, happy and feeling like there was nothing in the world besides each other. But then I realized that no matter the moment, that's how I feel. Every time I'm with you, I feel invincible. I feel like I'm at the happiest I will ever be. And it's all because of you. You are what I want beside me, forever."

He placed the supermarket bag in your hands. You reached in, pulling out a pale blue jewelry box. Your eyes widened, and you swiveled around to face your love.

"Pablo... is this... I look terrible."

"Don't worry, mi amor. It's not a ring. Not yet anyways. We can't get married while you're still in school, cause I don't want our wedding to overshadow your graduation."

"You've thought about a wedding? Our wedding?"

"Of course." He placed a long kiss to the side of your neck. "I've thought about our wedding since before we got together. We're going to get married in the summer, of course. So that we can be tan and gorgeous - not that you're not always gorgeous, but you'll just glow against the white. Like an angel. Or a princess. Or both. Forgive me if I'm wrong, but in my little fantasies before I go to sleep, you're in this long white dress, like something from Disney. And then it would be between seasons, so I can take you on a proper looong honeymoon. Four weeks in a private beach where you pack only bikinis and lingerie. Now come on open it - I got this weeks ago when we were in Madrid and you had to stay for an exam."

You opened the box slowly, not knowing what to hope for exactly. In front of you was a traditional Spanish necklace, almost resembling a rosary. It was silver and pearls chained together, ending in large silver heart with filigree etched into the metal. The lines formed into a cursive 'P' in the center.

"P for Pablo?" You asked with sniffles and tears.

"Yes of course. But that's not even the best part." He whispered, hands coming up to join yours. He grasped the heart and pulled until you heard a faint click, and it was only then that you noticed the hinges. It was a locket. You gently separated the halves, and staring back at you was a black and white photo. It was of you and Pablo, one night when you were laying on his couch like the two of you somehow always did. You were trying to fix yourself in your camera, and Pablo pulled your chin down to kiss you, and you hand snapped a picture. For a few weeks, it was his lock screen, and you had to admit you were disappointed when he changed it to a different photo. But now, seeing it here, feeling the gentle touch of his fingers against your skin as he placed the necklace on you, you had never felt more loved or in love.

"I love you, Pablo. I love being with you. I love being yours."

Those were the only words that felt appropriate at the moment.

"I love you more, mi doctora. I feel like I'm going to love you forever. And that thought used to terrify me. But now, it's something for me to look forward to. Waking up every day to love you."

He reached back into the back, pulling out a small suede pouch in the same light blue. He placed it in your hands as well.

"You're spoiling me now Pablo."

"That's my job."

Pulling the strings, you opened the pouch, reaching in and feeling metal. You pulled on the chain and it slowly rose, ending in a silver key. It was also engraved with the words 'el hogar' on the side.

"I know that we talked about you moving in, but I never want to make you uncomfortable. So for right now, this is just a necklace with a key as the charm." He hooked it around your neck, and it sat beautifully above your pearls. "And when you want, you can use it as a key to your boyfriend's house, for whatever you want really." He turned you to face him, pressing his lips right between your collar bones. "And when you feel like you're ready, it can be a key to our house."

"Our house. I like the sound of that."

His smile was infectious. "So do I."

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A/N:

And there it is!! Just Pretend, signed sealed and delivered for your pleasure! I am really happy with how this came out tbh, and hope you all enjoy. I have exams and school for the next two weeks so I might be MIA from writing, but I should be back soon. Please if you feel so inclined leave a comment, a reblog, or a message in my ask box about your thoughts/ feelings, and see y'all soon!

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[inthedoghousern]

okay

pt II of just this once

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!driver!reader

summary: aftermath of you and oscar's night together in monaco, you made a deal, only once. would you keep it?

contains: allusions to sex, angst.

1.2k words

a/n: quick one. my original ending to 'just this once'. it can be read with pt1 or alone, whatever y'all want.

The sun was rising, and the room felt even warmer with its light. You and Oscar slept in a tangled mess of body parts. Both of your bodies were against each other, with not a single inch separating the two of you.

You wake up first. Your head lightly pounding from the night before. Your mouth goes dry when you look at the other person in your bed. Of course, you remember what happened last night, but now what?

It is only now that you realize the gravity of what had happened last night. You had just slept with Oscar Piastri, your lifelong rival, in a hotel room far from home.

And now, the two of you were tangled together in the bed. Your body was stuck right up against his. You start to slowly pull away from him, and he starts to stir, waking up as well. A little sleep still lingered in your eyes, you didn't know what to expect when he woke up. Would he be his normal self? Would he be shocked? The two of you had just done something incredibly intimate, so you weren't really sure what his next move would be.

Oscar was stirring as well, his eyes fluttered open and traveled to yours. He was not going to be the first to speak though.

“Um- good morning,” you say. His arms are still around you. "Morning..." Oscar says, his voice was still raspy from last night. He didn't take his arms away though, he didn't want to just yet. He was in a bit of a daze trying to comprehend all that went down last night. He was wondering how much of it you remembered, or if you regretted any of it.

You pull away from each other, and you sit up and forward rubbing your face. Oscar sits up too, leaning back against the headboard, looking at you. He was looking from your back to the rest of your body, there was no rush in the movement, it was like he was trying to analyze everything...like he was trying to grasp the full extent of what happened last night.

You clear your throat and pull the covers back, and swing your legs to the side of the bed. You should get up and get yourself situated. Oscar should get up too. Oscar should go back to his hotel room. You're about to get up, but you become hyperaware that you have no clothes on and that his eyes are on you. After last night you shouldn’t care, but it’s different now. You were both hungover, you had just slept together, and you were also naked in front of one another in this room.

You get up and start pulling out clothes from your suitcase, getting dressed quickly. You should shower but you want him to leave first. Oscar shuffles out of bed as you get changed, collecting his clothes from last night and putting them on.

Now that the two of you are clothed and no longer tangled together on the bed it was like you were trying to pretend last night never really happened. Oscar was about to start walking to the door when he paused for a second, "When should we talk about it?"

“We made a deal. One time. We don’t need to talk about it because it’s never happening again,” you tell him. A pit in your stomach growing.

He sighed when you answered, his body language telling the truth of how he really felt about the situation. "Yeah, never happening again." He tried to tell himself just as much as you. But his gaze told another story, he didn't want this to end yet.

His eyes were wandering for a second as a moment of vulnerability came on his face. "Just let me ask you one thing."

You stay silent for a moment. You are scared of what he’s going to say. “Alright,” you answer.

"Did you mean it when you said it was just a one time thing? Did you really mean it?" Oscar asked you. His eyes met yours for a moment before he sighed. "Because if you did, then I'm gonna go. But I just need to know for myself."

“Did I mean it? Yes. Is that what I really want? I don’t know," you tell him. It’s the truth. Yes, what happened between you and Oscar can never happen again, but it was also something you can’t say you regret.

He sighs when you respond, you couldn't give him a direct answer and it didn't surprise him at all. He just nodded as he processed your answer. He wanted to say something, to ask one more thing, to be more vulnerable with you at this moment.

"Did you at all, even slightly, enjoy last night?"

“Of course,” you say softly.

You could tell that this caught him slightly off guard, he wasn't expecting you to be completely honest with him.

"Yeah, right, it wouldn’t have even happened if- yeah, sorry. Then that's all I needed to know I guess. I'll leave." He rambled, putting up a facade of indifference.

“Okay.”

You can’t say goodbye. Just okay.

He looks at you with a bit of longing, he wants to say more to you. But there was a certain amount of shame when it came to admitting how he felt about the whole situation. So finally he just sighed, "Okay."

He returns the same answer before slowly opening the door and walking out.

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part III- 11:45

[mouschiwrites]

hi i’m very sorry if this is out of pocket but i haven’t seen something like this — so i saw you’re willing to do hc’s for ninjago, so can you do like the ninja in pixel empire reacting to male/gn reader’s ingame outfit ??? for zane (+ pix if u want) it could be like a playon detective thing since they don’t go in the game

thanksies if you do do this (and if u can’t do all the ninja dw! just do the onesnu can / want!!)

Not out of pocket at all, my friend!! Still sorta testing the waters for writing Ninjago characters, so this was good practice! Also, I didn't include any physical descriptions bc I wanted y'all to be able to imagine you're wearing something you like :]

(for Zane and Pixal, we are just pretending they could go in the game shhhh)

Ninjago - Elemental Ninjas (+ Pixal) Reacting to Your Outfit in Prime Empire

Jay

With the help of one of the many "Jays," you eventually ended up in Jay's club

When he appeared on stage, he immediately noticed you

"Y/N!!!"

He leapt off the stage and ran over to you, stopping a few feet away so that he could look you over

"AAAH you look so cool!!!! And I thought my outfit was nice! Gah, I wish I had thought of something like that!"

You laughed, assuring him that his outfit was also very stylish

He ignored you, walking around you in a circle and fangirling over every little detail

You literally had to tell him to stop, he would not be quiet about how good your outfit was

Cole

You were looking yourself over, pretty satisfied with your choices of clothing

You noticed that you weren't the only one staring at your outfit

Cole was standing a little ways away

He was watching you intently, almost gaping at you

You felt your face heat up a little

Your satisfaction with your choices was suddenly waning

Feeling a little insecure, you asked:

"What?"

Cole just smiled, meeting your eyes with his own, filled with admiration

"Nothing. Just thinking of how lucky I am. And how good-lookin' you are."

You snorted, smiling back at him with your confidence restored

Kai

The first thing you heard when you stepped out into the open with your new outfit was a whistle

Worried for a second that it was some stranger being a creep, you whirled around ready to slap someone

But it was just Kai, watching you with his arms crossed as he leaned against a wall

"Nice threads."

You breathed a sigh of relief, making your way over to him to give him a light punch on the arm

He laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders

"No, seriously. You look super cool."

"Not so bad yourself."

He smirked, pressing a kiss to your cheek

Zane

Zane isn't really one for appearances; he doesn't really care what people look like

But he can still recognize when someone looks nice

Like you, when you emerged in your in-game outfit

You approached him with a proud grin on your face

You looked great, and it made him happy that you were confident

He gave a smile in return

It was one of his sweet, genuine smiles that you adored so much

He took both your hands in his as he said:

"I like your outfit. It suits you."

Lloyd

Lloyd was looking around, surveying the unfamiliar landscape

He was caught off guard when he noticed you walking towards him, wearing a rather flattering outfit

He felt his cheeks heat up instantly

He floundered when you stopped in front of him; his mind was totally blank

You raised an eyebrow, smirking as he stared

Realizing he was being rude, he fumbled to say something

"You, uh... You look nice."

He smiled awkwardly, hoping his face wasn't as red as it felt

You just chuckled, treasuring his reaction

Nya

Nya perked up as you approached her, already smiling at the mere sight of you

Her eyes widened when she noticed your outfit

She brought a hand to cup her cheek endearingly

She stared for a moment, cheeks turning rosy as she returned her gaze to your face

There was a twinkle in her eye as she said:

"Well, don't you look nice!"

She took your hand in hers as she showed you off to the others

"Guys, look at y/n! Don't they look cool?"

Pixal

Kind of like Zane, she doesn't care for appearances

She's more focused on functionality when it comes to clothing

So when you approach her in your new outfit, the first thing she does is overanalyze it

She walks around you in a circle, pointing and tugging at different parts

She's lowkey critiquing you 💀

"This will be good in allowing you to move freely. This part is too loose; it might get caught on something. You'll have to be careful."

She's doing it because she loves you, I promise

She just wants you to be as efficient and safe as you can be!

Thank you so much for reading, and thank you anon for the request!! I hope this was okay :)

(divider by saradika)

[midnight-pluto]

SPOILED!MEGUMI — headcanons

megumi was raised by gojo, he’s bound to be spoiled one way or another

CHAR: megumi fushiguro, satoru gojo

PAIRING(S): megumi fushiguro x gn!reader (can be read as platonic)

A/N: this is a topic that isn’t discussed enough, so I’m writing it and potentially going to elaborate on some more later

i would like to start off by saying i do not intend to paint megumi in a negative light by saying he’s spoiled — but i do intend on putting him in a goofy one

to be honest, megumi isn't that self-aware as he seems

y'all seen that one episode that inspired this post where yuji and nobara freak out over the price of gojo's shirt and question whether it's with tax or not and megumi deadass asks if tax matters? yea interpret that as you will

there is a decent chance that he doesn’t necessarily understand the value of money very well, which probably has something to do with the Gojo effect™️

ngl he probably said ‘print more money’ once and got attacked for it so he never said it again

but he's also so lowkey about it too like you would have never guessed that this boy would be as materialistic as gojo is

like he wears the same shit gojo does that's really expensive quality but doesn't have the brand name plastered onto it since he finds it tacky so you'll just never know unless he exclusively tells you

he also does have a talent of knowing what is good quality and what isn't; he would do great for those cheap vs. expensive videos

can also spot knock-offs from a mile away but never says anything about it since he doesn't have enough in him to care about that kind of stuff

so the first time both of you — including yuji and nobara — hangout at the mall and when you ask what he plans on getting and he just replies with something along the lines of new shoes so just imagine the collective shock between you all when he makes a beeline towards prada

"My boots got ruined last mission so I plan on getting a new pair."

"Okay, what store are you gonna be in so we can find you later?"

"Prada."

"Bitch what the fuck did you just say."

you didn't know what hurt more, megumi not telling any of you about the fact that he was loaded or his absolute nonchalance about the situation

and due to the amount of shock all of you were in, you all followed megumi like little ducklings bcuz his casual nonchalance about it was concerning

he was slightly embarrassed but found it easier to just pretend the rest of you weren't there during his hunt for new boots

it was also quite nerve wracking for you all since yuji only buys things from walmart and though nobara has expensive taste, she knows how to budget while you stay away from all things worth more than rent out of fear of damaging anything and having to pay for it

so it was safe to assume that it looked liked a bunch of kindergarteners in a line following their chaperone during a school field trip — just a lot more quieter and careful which cannot be said for every outing much to megumi’s dismay

megumi didn't take that long before picking out a pair that he liked and began to pay for under three pairs of wide eyes due to the sole fact that he pulled out a black card in order to pay for it

"Don't worry, it's Gojo's."

that statement did not help the situation at all

it also caused the three of you to demand why he isn't spending that money on you all to which his reply is just a deadpan: 'you never asked.'

i feel like this also extends to his taste in food as well

like when you suggest to head to the food court in the mall since yuji was getting hungry; this man has the audacity to disaprove since he doesn't like the taste

now that reasoning isn't the problem, the problem is that he suggests to eat at some expensive ass place an hour away because he was craving it and it was one of the only places gojo introduced to him as a kid which he actually liked

though he was forced to toss the idea aside due to the fact that there was no way you all could split the bill that way and you all weren’t that patient enough to walk an hour all the way to a restaurant you couldn’t even afford

it’s not that megumi didn’t offer to pay, he did, nobara just didn’t like the feeling of having to owe someone

that is until Gojo stumbles across his students and decides to get them food at the same exact place megumi suggested

A/N: writing this made me hungry

[cringe-but-proud]

Can you do a story were you date Sirius so he can actually Date Remus and reg don't know and likes you and gets jealous

If you can thx you <3

I didn't think I'd like writing this as much as I did lol.

Regulus Black x Fem!Reader

Some Warnings: Technically a modern AU, a bit of cursing, mentions of a bad home life, jealous Reg, sort of angsty???

A/n: I made this new Year's themed even though new years has passed 🤗 Cause y'all can't stop me 🤬🤬🤬 This is DEFINITELY my longest fic yet. PLEASE DON'T LET IT FLOP GUYS.... My requests are open btw

Ah, winter break. It was something everyone at Hogwarts looked forward to. Well, almost everyone. There were those who didn't get to go home to their families and some who wished they didn't have to go home to their families.

One of those people was a friend of yours, Sirius Black. He often avoided talking about his home life, but you knew it wasn't good. And you knew going home for the holidays could be hard for him. So, when it was the day before winter break and the two of you had a moment alone, you asked if there was anything you could do to make the break easier for him.

"I need you to be my girlfriend."

Seven words you'd never expected to hear from your best friend. Your best friend who was in a gay relationship, nonetheless.

"What?" You asked in bewilderment. "No!"

"Wait, wait, wait. It's not what you think." Sirius put his hands up as if to show his innocence. "I don't really want you to be my girlfriend. I just need you to pretend. Please."

"Why?!"

"Because," he explained. "My parents have started to get... Suspicious about my total lack of any girlfriend. And I may have told them that I was dating you.... Y'know, to throw them off my track..."

You stared at him. "You told your parents we were dating?!" You repeated, clearly upset at him.

"I know, I know. It was a shitty thing to do, and I'm sorry." He says. "But, if I didn't give them some sort of excuse, they might've found out about me and Remus!"

You were still upset, but you could understand why he did what he did. "So..." You crossed your arms. "You said I need to pretend to date you. What is it exactly that you need me to do?"

"Over the break, I need you to come over for a couple days. My parents will meet you, get to know you, blah, blah, blah. And then, you'll never have to speak with them again. If they ask about you after that, I'll say we broke up."

You really weren't a fan of having to fake date your best friend. You also weren't a fan of having to meet his parents who you'd only heard negative things about. But... You knew how happy he was with Remus and you would hate for his parents to find out about the two. You sighed. "You're lucky we're friends."

"Is that an agreement?" He asked, a grateful smile on his face.

"Yes. But, you'll be forever in debt to me."

"Fine by me."

The next day, while on the train to 9 3/4, you and Sirius mostly just planned for you having to meet his parents. You decided that you'd arrive the day after Christmas, stay for news years eve, and leave new Year's Day.

A lot of the train ride was spent establishing some basic facts about your "relationship". How you'd met, your first date, what your wedding would be like (which was strange, but Sirius assured you that his parents would ask about marriage), and some other details.

Soon enough, the train ride was over. Your winter break was fine. You enjoyed getting to see your family, but you were quite stressed about seeing Sirius' family. Part of you wanted to call the whole thing off, but you knew that was out of the question. You had to do this. For Sirius.

The morning of December 26th was a cold one. You wished you'd had more protection against the cold, but the formal attire you were wearing could only do so much. Sirius had told you to bring nice, formal clothing for the few days you'd be there. You were a bit worried you'd still be underdressed, though.

You took a deep breath and knocked on the door to the literal mansion that Sirius lived in.

After a few moments, the door opened. Regulus black stood on the other side.

Oh.

"Hi." You greeted, trying to politely smile at him. He didn't return the gesture. He did the opposite he gave you a look of... Annoyance?

"You're here for Sirius."

You couldn't tell if it was a question or a statement, so you just gave a nod.

He stepped aside to let you in, his eyes trailing over your attire, making you feel nervous. "He's in the living room with mother and father." Regulus said before walking off.

What a strange interaction. You and Regulus weren't close, by any means. But, you never thought he disliked you. You thought the opposite was true. Whenever the two of you did interact, he was always quite nice.

You tried to shrug off the interaction, but you just couldn't. Even when you were next to Sirius, meeting his parents for the first time, the way he'd acted toward you was on your mind.

The worst part of your day was dinner. You were worried about everything. How you were eating, how you were sitting, the way everyone was looking at you, the way Regulus was looking at you.

"Y/n," You were broken out of your thoughts by Walburga's authoritative voice. "I want to know how you and Sirius began seeing each other."

You nervously glanced over to Sirius who gave you a forced looking smile. You looked back to Walburga. Gods, she scared you. "Well, it wasn't too long ago." You said, trying your hardest not to break eye contact with her. "It was late September. He told me since we'd known each other for so long, he thought we'd be a good match."

Sirius nodded along. "We went on a couple dates, turns out we really like each other." He said.

You glanced over to Regulus. He was glaring at you. You didn't break eye contact and after a moment something else flashed through his eyes. Something softer. Sadness?

"So," Walburga broke your attention away from Regulus as you looked back to her. "Are you serious about your relationship with my son?"

"Very." You replied.

"Do the two of you plan on marrying?"

You swallowed. "As soon as possible."

You heard silverware clatter as Regulus abruptly stood up. "I need to be excused." He said lowly.

Walburga raised an eyebrow. "You've hardly eaten." She stated. There wasn't any concern in her voice like you'd expect. It was a blatant statement.

"I know." He says. "I'm done."

His mother gave him a disapproving look, but didn't object.

Regulus stormed out of the room. You couldn't help but frown as you watched him leave.

The next few days were a bit uneventful. Most of your time was either spent in the guest bedroom you were staying in, or talking with Sirius. You were still confused by Regulus' attitude toward you. You knew his and Sirius' relationship was a rocky one. But, you didn't think that affected what he thought of you. He'd known you and Sirius were friends, and he still treated you kindly. But, now that the two of you were pretending to date, he had a problem with it? It didn't make any sense!

It was December 31st now. You and Sirius were sitting in his room, eating lunch while sitting on the floor.

"I was thinking-"

"Oh, God."

"Shut up, let me finish." Sirius chuckled, playfully hitting your arm. "I was thinking about going to a party tonight."

You furrowed your brows. "Where?"

"James and his family have a new years party every year. I'm sure they wouldn't mind some extra company."

You thought about it. Honestly, you weren't really in the mood for a party. Plus, if his parents caught you sneaking out, your heart would probably stop. "I think I'll sit this one out." You said after a moment.

"You sure?"

You gave a nod. "Yeah, I'd rather stay in. I'm sure you'll have plenty of fun without me."

"Oh, I will."

You smacked his arm.

The clock read 11:39. You were alone in your guest room sitting in your bed. You had your laptop open in front of you as you watched a broadcasting of one of the many new Year's events that were going on tonight. You were absentmindedly looking at the crowded city streets displayed on your screen when-

"I wouldn't be using that while having the door open." Regulus said. He stood in the doorway, arms crossed, looking from you, to the laptop, and then back to you.

"Why not?" You asked.

"My mother doesn't approve of us using muggle technology." He said. "And I doubt she'd be okay with her son's girlfriend using it."

You sighed. "Right... Girlfriend."

Regulus raised a brow at how you'd said that. "What are you watching, anyway?" He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.

"A new Year's parade."

"... Could I join you?"

You were surprised at that. After how cold he'd been acting toward you over the past few days, you'd assumed the last thing he'd want to do tonight is spend time with you. But, you weren't against the idea of not being alone when the new Year started.

"Sure." You replied as you moved over on the bed to make room for him to sit.

The two of you watched the parade in silence for a few minutes until Regulus spoke. "How come I had no idea you and Sirius were dating?" He asked.

You glanced over at him. "What do you mean?"

"You said the two of you had been together since late September." He said. "How come nobody knew about it?"

You subconsciously began to fiddle with the fabric of your shirt. "I don't know." You shrugged. "Guess we weren't shouting about it from the rooftops."

Regulus didn't break his gaze away from you. After a pause, he spoke. "I never would've guessed you liked him in that way."

You didn't know how to reply to that, so you just shrugged again.

Regulus was still looking at you, even though your gaze was focused on the screen in front of you.

He paused. "What made you fall for him?" He asked.

You thought it was an odd question. When you turned to look at him, he looked sort of sad. "He..." You trailed off.

Regulus looked at you expectantly. You were trying to come up with something, but your mind was blank.

"You do like him don't you?"

You looked away nervously. You began to wonder whether or not he'd even care that your relationship with Sirius was fake. If he really was upset about you dating Sirius, then wouldn't he like to know that it was all just pretend?

"Y/n." He said your name and you were pulled away from your thoughts.

"He's not actually my boyfriend." You blurted out.

Regulus paused. "What?"

"He asked me to pretend to be his girlfriend. He didn't want Walburga finding out about his actual relationship, so-"

"It's all fake?" He asked.

"All of it."

"You don't like him?"

"Not like that."

You swore you saw a sliver of a smile creep on to his face. "That's... Good."

You tilted your head. "Is it?"

"I mean..." He shrugged. "I just... I guess thinking you'd gotten with my brother was making me upset." He said.

"Why?"

"Because..." He hesitated. "I like you, Y/n."

You felt your heart skip a beat. Fuck, that actually explained a lot. You couldn't believe you hadn't realized sooner. You felt your face heat up. "Seriously?"

"Yeah." He sighed. "I was jealous. That's why I was acting so... Weird. Sorry for being such an asshole to you."

"That's alright." You paused. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? About your feelings, I mean."

He shrugged. "I didn't think you'd feel the same."

Honestly, you'd always found Regulus quite attractive. But, you figured there was no way he'd ever like you back, so you let go of that silly crush a while ago. But, this? This was making all of those feelings wash over you again.

It was 11:59 now. You could hear the commentators of the parade excitedly get ready for the countdown.

"I feel the same." You said, watching as a blush creeped on to his cheeks.

"Really?"

"Really."

His eyes seemed to sparkle at your admission. "I..."

You heard the countdown to the new Year begin.

"Can I kiss you?" Regulus asked softly. You nodded.

"Five!"

He leaned closer.

"Four!"

Your tongue darted out to wet your lips.

"Three!"

His hands came up to cup your cheeks.

"Two!"

He closed his eyes. You closed yours.

"One!"

Your lips met in a soft, romantic kiss. He brushed some hair out of your face and Gods, his hands were soft. You couldn't believe you'd ever managed to stop liking him.

When you pulled away he sighed contently as if that kiss was all he'd been needing his entire life.

You whispered something to him before pulling him in for another kiss.

"Happy new year."

[restinslices]

Heyyy omg first i wanted to say how much i love the things you write!! Thanks for giving me for free teehee ;p Second... sorry i always feel so awkward when i ask someone to write something that i dream of, like, i'm demanding or being selfish lmaooo im sorry for rambling... SORRY I NEED TO ASK ONLY YOU CAN DO IIITTTTT: So, i was watching Avatar: the legend of aang and there is this part when the group goes to a theater and Katara (the protagonist love interest) sits and then one of the group sits beside her and the protagonist is like "hey can you let me sit there?" its so cute like... SO SORRY, But do you think would be nice a fic, headcanon or anything when the reader is very liked by Kung Lao, Johnny and Kenshi (or any character you like) and they kind fight each other to stay closer to the reader or spend more time with them... Sorry for my bad english i had to let this out...

Idk why my brain was struggling to figure out how to write this but there we are. I hope you like it!

You were waiting for this particular movie for a long time and although you told them that coming with you wasn't necessary and you didn't wanna be a bother, they decided to join anyway 

To you it looks like “wow, my friends are so nice”. To them it's “I can't wait to spend more time- y'all are coming too?!”

The fighting to stay near you begins early on

You ask to ride shotgun and obviously they say yes. Now they're fighting over who drives 

Kung Lao says he can drive because he'll get you there quicker 

Johnny says he can drive because he's the better driver and won't get you arrested (Kung Lao tends to speed)

Kenshi… well… he knows to sit this one out 

None of them get their way though because Raiden ends up driving 

Which annoys all of them because Raiden is the only one who doesn't like you 

Childhood best friends who could only see each other as siblings type of shit. It pisses all of them off because that means Raiden is always near you 

You go to a store to get snacks because who actually buys snacks at the movie theater? 

And they are latched to you

You say to spread out and get whatever candy or snacks they want and they all magically want whatever snacks are in the aisle you're in 

It's pathetic 

Little problem though. You have two sides and it's three of them

There's behind you but it's not the same. It doesn't feel like they're apart of a conversation 

“Everyone thinks I'm blind so to avoid suspicion, I should hold onto you”

Kenshi’s resourceful (I still don't know if he can see now or just in combat) 

That guarantees him a spot by your side 

Now the two most conceded people gotta fight for that next spot 

Johnny immediately slides next to you but Kung Lao squeezes in and pretends he sees candy he really likes 

He actually hates Sweet Tarts but it worked at least 

These two are giving each other funny looks the whole time in the store 

That's pretty much all they do the whole time you're in the store. Just sliding in between each other 

Then you get back in the car and Raiden drives again, which still bothers them 

You get to the theater, get your tickets and get to your room or whatever it's called. Last movie I saw in theaters was Black Widow-

You like sitting in the outer seat though so that means only one person can sit by you 

Raiden goes to sit by you and at this point, they think it's on purpose 

Johnny shoves $20 in his hand and has him sit somewhere else 

So now the other two are mentally booing 

Johnny goes to use the bathroom and Kung Lao sits in his seat, even though you say Johnny is gonna want his spot back 

And of course Johnny comes back and wants Kung Lao to move, which causes a whisper argument and you have to take matters into your own hands and tell them both to move and for Kenshi to sit by you since they wanna be childish 

They legit wanna kill each other now 

“Everything was going fine. Why'd you take my spot?!” “You moved!” “I hate you” “Hate your debt” “Weren't you rejected as the champion?” “Weren't you?”

Kenshi is feeling great though. You guys are whispering and laughing the whole time 

He definitely feels better than the other two 

He makes sure to hold his bladder. Y'all are not finna fuck him over 

The other two are side eyeing him the whole time

They use passing snacks as a way to still chat but you’re like “bro there’s a movie on”

The movie ends and you guys leave and they don't even protest about Raiden driving because they know it is what it is 

They drop you off first and once you're inside, the yelling starts 

Multiple things are revealed 

A) Raiden knew what he was doing. He finds it funny. 

B) Kung Lao and Johnny are now enemies for life 

C) Kenshi believes he has a better chance with you now 

More events will be planned and this will happen all over again so good luck 

Y’all I made a library run and I’m so hype for these books. Y’all don’t understand. I was riding my bike back home with a smile on my face

[90stvqueen]

i keep seeing posts where people are lamenting the fact that there hasn't been a breakup post-mortem scene with melissa processing herself ending things with gary, and frankly, i just don't agree. putting aside for a moment the fact that melissa is a side character (a member of the main cast, yes, but more of a supporting role than a protagonist), she's been showing us for 2.5 seasons that she doesn't like to have her vulnerability on display. why would she then process something so private in front of the cameras?

but this is part of a bigger problem in this fandom, which is the amount of attention melissa gets compared to literally any of the black characters. i love her character, but she doesn't need more screen time. she's a secondary character in an ensemble cast. we got her moment of processing with gary in the episode. is there anything else that really needs to be said about that relationship and her feelings about it that we can't just infer or interpret for ourselves? why does that story need to be told? it doesn't.

anyway, if y'all are so thirsty for a post-mel/gary-breakup scene, you can read my fic about it and pretend it's canon. and then take a little bit of time to reflect on why you want to see this character's post-breakup emotions when you weren't saying the same about janine after her breakup with moe, or gregory after his breakup with taylor or amber -- all relationships that got much more screentime and yet just about as much onscreen post-relationship processing.

[pablitogavii]

Heyy! Can you do one where Gavi and the reader watch a horror movie, and she starts to get scared but denies it because she doesn't want Gavi to tease her about it. But Gavi is so stubborn that he's willing to do anything to get her to admit it. So when a few days later his gf organized a sleepover/girls' night with her friends, he planned a small prank with his friends. The girls now assume they are alone in the house, but they were unaware that their boyfriends were hidden inside as well, moving things, switching on and off lights, and making strange noises in order to scare them

Scaredy Cat

It was no secret that you were more introverted, shy and very much 'feminine girl' who liked her cheesy romantic comedies where everything is simple and NOT scary!

But when your boyfriend asked to watch a horror movie with him, you decided to agree knowing that he would tease you for being 'scaredy cat' if you didn't and you weren't going to give him that satisfaction.

"Amor, you okay? You are griping my arm so tight it hurts" Pablo smirked knowing that you were scared but were too stubborn to admit it. He didn't care than you were not a horror fan, he found it adorable whenever you were scared so that he can protect you, but he hated that you kept denying it stubbornly.

"I'm sorry..yeah, I'm fine. I'm enjoying the movie" you lied and Pablo giggled turning towards you and pulling you in closer before kissing your head lovingly.

"Don't lie nena, I know you are scared..I'm gonna turn it off" he said and when you saw his infamous smirk you had enough of his teasing grabbing the remote from his hands.

"I'm not scared! If you are, you don't have to watch it" you said and he raised his eyebrows now ready to accept your challenge falling back and watching the movie.

During one of the jump scares, you instinctively hud your face into Pablo's shirt and he smiled petting your head thinking you are so adorable for being this stubborn. You both had stubbornness in common hehe :)

"It's over nena" Pablo smirked and you moved pretending like you had no idea what he talked about saying you were only 'resting your eyes' because you were tired.

"Ready to go to bed?" Pablo said when the movie was over and you were too stunned to speak afraid of every dark corner in your apartment and really not knowing how you will be able to fall asleep after what you've seen.

"Um..can..you carry me Pablo?" you said shyly and he smirked knowing exactly why you wanted that but decided not to tease you about it right now. He carried you bridal style to bed, laying you down underneath the covers before starting to walk towards the door and you sat up quickly. Where was he going!?

"Where are you going Pablo?" you said and he turned around smiling mischievously knowing you didn't want to be alone because you were scared.

"Just to grab some water, nena. Why?" he said nonchalantly and you quickly got up walking to him and taking his hand.

"I'm thirsty too. Let's go!" you said pulling him towards the kitchen before he could say anything and he just chuckled. When you arrived to the kitchen, you gave him 'grabby' hands and he raised you to sit on the counter before giving you a glass of cold water and grabbing one himself.

"Are you sure you were thirsty nena? Or is it that you were scared to stay alone??" Pablo couldn't help himself and you rolled your eyes shaking your head 'no' before jumping off the counter.

When you laid down, you refused to cuddle him because you wanted to prove that 'you were not scared!' despite the fact that was one big lie. You were terrified so you ket moving and Pablo couldn't fall asleep because of it.

"Come here nena, It won't mean you are scared.." Pablo said and you smiled moving back and the moment his strong arms enveloped around you everything felt right and you were ready to fall asleep.

The next night..

"I don't understand why can't we stay with y'all?" Pablo whined standing by the door with the rest of the boys and you shook your head 'no' reminding him it was a 'girl's night' and it was exclusive for wags.

"We are going to gossip about fashion, wear mud masks, do our nails, talk about our sex life.." Taia said and you blushed not really being one of those confident girls like the rest of the wags but Pablo loved that about you nevertheless.

"Yeah, that's our sign to go!" Pedri said and all the boys laughed including Pablo before wearing their shoes getting ready to leave.

"Be good, and watch out for that monster nena..;)" Pablo pulled you close pecking your lips and you rolled your eyes saying once again that 'you are not scared!' and he was excited to prove you wrong tonight.

"Alright, bye bye boys!" Mikky said closing the door when they stepped out and y'all giggled rushing to the living room to start your 'girl's night' completely forgetting to lock the front door. Big mistake!

"So it showed up only when it was dark and killed everyone..it was awful" you explained what the movie was about and all the girls looked uncomfortable as much as you were last night.

"I don't understand how boys watch that shit" Becca said saying that Pedri loves to tease her about it as well whenever he can and how annoying it gets at times.

"Are you guys ready?" Pablo whispered after sneaking back inside shaking his head when he saw that you left the door unlocked. Typical!

"I can't believe she said I'm annoying!" Pedri whined and Pablo hit his shoulder reminding him of the plan before moving towards the kitchen and suddenly turning off the light.

"Shit! That turned off!" Mikky said and you just rationalized it saying that light bulb probably needs to be changed making a mental note to tell Pablo about it when he comes home.

"So how was the anniversary 'dinner' Anna?" Taia said and the woman smirked nodding her head wile all the girls giggled and the boys looked towards Lewandowski who felt ridiculous to be doing this with the rest of the boys.

"Little bird told me Gavi came to training with scratch marks on his back??" Mikky added and you blushed hard wondering how Pablo felt when his friends saw it.Pablo felt proud, showing it to everyone like it was a biggest trophy he won.

"How was it chica??" Taia was curious and you were super shy shaking your head making Becca intervene.

"She's shy girls, let her be! Those scratches say everything" she said and suddenly they hear scratching from the hallways jumping from the couch and clumping together.

"Okay, that was definitely scratching right!?" Taia said and you nodded feeling your heart beating fast while you tried to grab your phone from the back pocket to call Pablo but then remembered that you left it in your bedroom. Mierda!

"They are literally clumped together!" Rapha said giggling when he saw his girl hiding behind Ana who seemed to be the bravest of them all.

"Do you think we should come out yet?" Pedri asked but Pablo shook his head knowing that you will just keep denying that you were scared if he let's you off easily.

"Hello??" your voice was so small and adorable and Pablo's heart ached to hug you but he stayed loyal to the plan. He nodded at Frenkie who knocked down small wooden decoration and screams filled the apartment.

"Hey Y/n it's okay! Don't worry! They won't hurt you, just breathe chica" Ana spoke and when Pablo heard that he quickly turned on the light and rushed towards you sitting on the floor with your face hidden in your hands sobbing softly.

"Princesa shh shh, it was just us..I'm sorry nena..look at me..you are safe.." Pablo's voice took you by surprise and you looked up slowly to make sure it was really him as your tears drowned your face.

"P..Pablo? But.but how?" you said and he hugged you tightly kissing the top of your head while the rest of the guys came out going to their ladies some of them even receiving slaps for the stupid prank.

"Maybe I deserve a slap too..it was my stupid idea" Pablo said to you but you shook your head hugging him tightly while he raised you up in his arms kissing your face lovingly putting you down on the couch.

"It's clear they ruined girl's night...let's do it another time" Becca said and everyone agreed leaving with their partners while you stayed on the couch silent.

"You are mad at me, aren't you?" Pablo came back after locking the door when everyone left squatting in front of you on the couch but you didn't say anything giving him your famous silent treatment.

"I just wanted you to admit you were scared nena.." he said and you glared at him before taking your phone and ignoring him once again. He went underneath your arms laying on your stomach and looking up at your face longingly.

"I'm sorry mi amor.." he touched your chin and you took a few more moments before putting your phone down and looking at him placing your hand on his cheek and he leaned into your touch.

"I was scared..you happy?" you said and he shook his head moving slowly and kissing your lips lovingly.

"I'll only be happy if you say that you still love me" he said with puppy dog eyes and you sighed nodding your head before leaning down and kissing him once more.

"I still love you cabrón!" you say and he smiled nodding his head before grabbing your body which weighted practically nothing carrying you to your shared bedroom.

"You're cute when you are scared nena.." he said kissing your nose while you cuddled with each other.

"Shut up!" you blushed more and he kissed your lips lovingly.

"I'm here to protect you princesa..always" he said and you smiled nuzzling your face into his neck and peacefully falling asleep.

Hope you like it! I loved this request!! <3 :)

[sugoi-writes]

Scream Machine - Part 3 (An Alastor x Reader fanfic)

A/N: Sorry for the delay on this part! I was really tossed up on whether or not to have smut in this part... I decided no smut on this part. Can't rush to the good part! The next should be VERY very steamy, though! This is a strictly - plot heavy part. Haha

No major warnings! Please enjoy!

True to his word, Alastor had sent help your way. A chaste knock came to your door, and you opened it to a small horde of black and white minions, inky and oblong. The stitches that held their forms together were groteque, hardly holding the poor bastards together as you saw frays and tears... It appeared these were sinners bound to Alastor's whim. And Alastor seems to work them nearly to their second deaths. You shuddered but gave them a courteous smile as you allowed the entities inside. Wordlessly, they started to collect your belongings, you having neatly prepared them.

" I uhh-- I have a cab? I don't know if y'all can understand me, but we can load everything up when it gets here--" You jumped as a static, shrill sound erupted from behind you, followed by a low, monotone hum. The sound reminded you of a lightsaber, making you hopeful that this was something benevolent (silly, maybe, but a sinner could dream). Slowly, you turn towards the sound, only to be met by a gold-rimmed portal. Your eyes were wide with disbelief, as the ominous steps of the Hazbin Hotel looked back at you from the other side.

"Oh-- well, I guess-- I guess this is fine?" You were a little nervous, unsure if this portal was Alastor's doing, or someone else's. The gold immediately made you think of the Morningstars, but you weren't sure if that should be comforting or terrifying. Continuing in silence, Alastor's henchman began heaving your things through the portal. You were relieved, mentally… Had you had all of your belongings from Earth, this process would have taken MUCH longer; especially if you were by yourself. You helped with the little bits that were left over, stepping cautiously through the portal with your final piece of luggage. Once you set yourself on the steps of the hotel, the golden portal closed behind you. You swallowed hoarsely, nerves wavering as you started to ascend. Was this truly a good idea? And was your decision... rushed?

The money? A heavenly perk. A free place to live, with free amenities and services? Excellent! But… the man holding the other end of the chain… Alastor. That was the only catch to this whole arrangement...

How would he treat this situation, based off of your tryst in the alleyway, just hours before? Should you pretend that it never happened? Should you be expecting more of the 'unexpected' from him? Should you have so hastily agreed to come to this place?

Your mind was racing with possibilities and dismay as the doors to the hotel slammed open. You narrowly missed the golden bellhop's cart as it came barreling down the stairs, carrying two riled up passengers. Once at rock bottom, you saw a tall, vivacious spider demon and a petite, spunky cyclops demon. As both dusted themselves off, they laughed breathlessly, wiping tears from their eyes.

"Fuck, you should've-- you should've seen the look on your face, Ange!" came the smaller one, one that you had realized to be upcoming heavy-hitter: Cherry Bomb. Her partner in crime elbowed her playfully, adjusting his clothes and hair," Watch it, sugar tits! Your heart almost fell right outta your ass when we ran over--"

And suddenly, the pair had noticed you, shakily picking yourself up as you groaned. Angel fretted, his hands fanning the air frivolously before coming to your side," Shit-- sorry, sweetheart. Here-- I gotcha." You nodded, taking the help as you were hoisted to your feet. Cherry seemed practically unphased, looking to her nails before back at you," You alright, squirt?"

You felt your face heat up, convinced that you were most likely older than she was," I-I'm fine, thanks… I assume you two are here for me?" Angel laughs, patting you on the back," Yeaaaaaah, sorry 'bout that. We got told by Boss Lady that we had a sudden new recruit. Welcome aboard, toots." Uncharacteristically, the spider demon extends a hand towards you, winking," 'names Angel. I'm assuming you've got one?" You took his hand, a gesture that made your confidence come back, smiling broadly as you shook it. After all you heard about this pornstar, he was… surprisingly courteous? Not that pornstars tended to be assholes, but you hadn't expected to be welcomed to a place in Hell so… normally? Warmly?

Angel repeats the name back to you once you say it, nodding resolutely," The babe back there is my friend, Cherry. We'll help you get your bags upstairs and to your room." You bow your head towards the two, grateful that it wouldn't just be you and the wordless lackies," Thank you. 'Much appreciated. And, good to meet you. I've got to admit, you're the nicest people I've met here so far… This hotel must really be something." Angel cackles, the slap to your back stinging sharply as Cherry laughs right along with him.

" Oh shit-- if you think we're nice, wait until you meet The Pants. She's like-- like THE Disney princess!" Cherry nods hastily, adding," Right? Practically a nut case from how nice she is… But hey: she'll keep a good eye out for ya. I should know." You get the sense that Cherry would have winked, but that would prove difficult for her. You snorted, trying not to laugh at the blatant joke.

"Gotcha, gotcha… good to know that the rumors about her are true…" You followed the pair up the full flight of stairs, a more eager pep in you step as you took in the interior of the lobby. Your eyes blew widely as you took in the extravagant decor, blinking as the lights of the elegant chandelier twinkled in your eyes. So, this would be your new home? It was certainly lavish… something you were a-okay with. You soon took note of the bar, nodding towards it," Y'all have a bar? Nice! I'll have to get a drink soon--"

The anthropomorphic cat demon, the barkeep, made you take pause, causing you to squint," Wait-- Husk? Oh, Husk! You were the Bari-sax, right? I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to thank you for having me in your ensemble tonight!"

You started to make your way over towards the feline demon, his eyes momentarily coming up to look to you. He nodded towards you, tilting his head shortly after," Yeah, you're that kid from the speakeasy, right?" …why must everyone refer to you as a child? You mental strife was cut short by the seemingly nonchalant bartender.

"You' here for this redemption-shenanigans, too?" he drawled, leaning on the countertop as he nursed a half empty bottle of spirits. You winced, eyelid twitching," Actually, uhh… I guess I work here, now? I was hired on for entertainment, so I guess we'll be seeing each other around more." Husk's ears pinned back, eyes widening as his voice dropped impossibly low," …please tell me you were hired by Charlie. Charlie's lady friend?" Before you could speak, a familiar shadow figure appeared to your right.

"Actually, I had scouted this darling jazz player myself!" Your shoulders tensed as Alastor rested a hand there, your face instantly becoming heated from the touch.

" Husker! Surely you've met my new friend here, hmm?" Husk's eyes sharpen, a clear sadness written across his face," Not much yet, nah… I should've guessed you'd've gotten to them first," he nearly spat, disappointment flashing your way. You had little room for rebuttal as Alastor's grin grew larger, leaning in towards the two of you. The Radio Demon was positively teeming with excited, demented energy. For now, he decided to let Husk's tone go, turning his attention back towards you. Husk did not miss the wicked glint in his owner's eyes, warning him gravely about his misstep silently.

"Dear, was your trip over quite alright? Let me tell you, getting the King of Hell to conjure that portal was no easy feat~" Angel Dust and Cherry looked to one another as Alastor rambled, sending you a questioning look before they continued their way down the hall. Presumably, they were heading towards your room. You didn't mind, waving them goodbye silently as they continued. Not wanting to get off to a rocky start, you refocused your attention to the curious Radio Demon.

"It was helpful, thank you. Moving was a piece of cake. Are uhh-- are your little guys alright? That was a lot of stuff to move--" Alastor pulls you into his side, his arm looped around your shoulder. You blinked, and the henchman all vaporized, disappearing," NONSENSE, dear! They've been subjected to much worse horrors than that, I can assure you! Don't worry your pretty little head about such menial things~" You were given an uncharacteristically warm pat on the head… again, like a child. A part of your felt a tinge of disappointment, worried that the alleyway must have really been a one-off situation.

"R-Right… well, thank you, nonetheless. I assume that I should follow those two to find my room? And tour will come once I'm settled in?" Husk rolled his eyes as Alastor laughed, his frequency filled with the delight of a live studio audience," Heavens, no! We must show you around the rest of the hotel first! After all, we wouldn't want you stuck in you room all night with no idea where to go!" You felt Alastor nudge you with his cane, ushering you to walk with him as he began your tour. Husk couldn't help the look of worry he sent your way, as you waved to him apologetically. Surely, you'd have plenty of time to catch up with him later, right? …Right?

---

Twenty minutes had passed, before Charlie and Vaggie came through the front doors, carrying groceries and other items for this evening's dinner," Oh, shit!!! That took so much longer than I thought! They should be here by now!" Charlie panicked, running a pale hand through her long locks.

Vaggie looks towards the bar to the snoozing feline, knocking on the counter aggressively," Hey!! Did you see the new sinner come in recently?" Husk woke up with a start, nearly knocking an empty bottle off the counter," Uhhgh… yeah, I did. You can thank Alastor for the 'grand tour'… he's already makin' off with them down the hall…" Vaggie seemed to become nervous, trudging towards the direction you were last seen. Charlie is quick to stop her, holding her firmly by the shoulders.

"Babe, we need to find the newcomer. There's no telling what sort of bullshit and terror he's showing them right now. What if he tries roping them into some twisted deal--???"

"Relax, Vaggie! This is one of the first times he's taken an interest in helping one-on-one! Plus, he was the one that recruited them! This is a good step in the right direction for him!" Chalie proudly brings a hand to her heart, sighing dreamily as she looks down the hallway," The hotel may finally be growing on him… He hasn't given a tour since Dad came to the Hotel. Surely this is a good thing! We have to trust that Alastor will show and tell them all the nice, important things! And we can always go find them later, when dinner is ready. And be supportive, if they have a lot of questions."

Vaggie, ever a softy for her love, becomes smitten by her positivity. She takes her hand chastely in her own, nodding," Alright… in that case, let's at least be sure that dinner is perfect. Just in case."

Charlie's eyes well up with exaggerated, animated tears, as if she were fresh from a Ghibli film. Soon after, the lovers leave together to tend to the dinner prep, as Husk returns his throbbing head to the countertop.

--

By this point, you had been to most every floor but your own, assuming that Alastor's abode wouldn't be too far behind. You look Alastor's way, scratching the back of your neck," Sooo… This is… This is a really nice place. Thank you for having me here and paying me… and all." Alastor tilts his head, quirking a thin brow your way," Oh, don't thank me just yet! You will still have to earn your keep, after all!" You huff, a bit of the nervous energy rolling off your chest. If it came down to blowing the house down, you were confident you could do that," Of course… wouldn't want it any other way."

As the two of you rounded the corner, you were met with a long, expansive corridor. On either end, there sat two opposing rooms: one door was made from a heavy metal, with an "On Air" sign hovering just above. You assumed this to be Alastor's room. At the other end, you saw a finely carved mahogany door, adorned with ornate flourishes of red and gold. Surely, Lucifer's. You looked back towards Alastor, laughing nervously," Aha… I guess you two must be close, huh? You and the Big-Man-Downstairs…?" Somehow, you thought that the Radio Demon being buddy-buddy with Lucifer would be troubling. Say or do one wrong thing, and you'd have the full wrath of the nine hells down your gullet. Alastor scowls, shaking his head despite his wide, misleading smile.

"Oh, Hells no! We couldn't be more opposed, I'm afraid. However, we agree in one front, and one alone." He looks towards you, a somewhat proud look in his eye," This hotel; his Hazbin Hotel that Ms. Charlie has spawned. Though I believe the path to redemption to be a perilous one, IMPOSSIBLE at best… She has very fascinating ideas. Ideas that keep me entertained, and her father proud... ideas that we can't help but want to make happen." Alastor looks towards his studio," And, one that we all seem to gain from, all the same. So... we have a sort of ceasefire in place, in the meantime." He offers you an arm, brows raising earnestly.

"But, before I get too carried away… shall I show you to your quarters?" You blink in surprise, looking around," Am… am I on this floor, too?" Alastor's grin is telling, mischievous and wide. "You did request to have your room close to mine, did you not?" You felt your heart squeeze at the realization. Maybe he did take you, and what the two of you did earlier, seriously. You decided to take his arm, allowing him to walk you towards his end of the hallway," Well, I appreciate you taking that into account. I hope you didn't have to pull too many strings to make that happen." Alastor chuckles, rolling his eyes.

"Oh hardly; it was easy enough! But I did pull a leg or two. Lucifer's, specifically. You would be surprised how easy it is to trip the King of the Hells down a flight of stairs~" Your eyes widened, your face aghast," I-Is he alright?"

Alastor's laugh nearly makes him double over, free hand clutching his sides," Oh, you sweet, precious thing! Lucifer has wings… he only tumbled down the first 5 steps~" You smiled genuinely as Alastor put himself into stitches at his own childish behavior," Oh, but the goose egg that swelled on his head! Now THAT was priceless! Classic entertainment!"

You wiggled your brows up at him, waving to get his attention," You know, make him fall down an extra 661 steps… and I hear he'd end up in DOUBLE hell…"

The two of you looked at each other silently for a moment, before laughing in unison. Alastor was quick to squeeze you closer to him, making your heart flutter in your chest. You had found yourself clever. Alastor simply found Lucifer's pain and bodily torment hilarious.

"Now see, I KNEW you'd be the PERFECT addition to this hotel! I hadn't known you took up comedy, too!" You feel your cheeks heat up at the compliments and goading, your head feeling light as you both finally appeared before your new room. You tried brushing his comments off, but they made your heart flutter all the same...

Just as you were going to reach for the knob, Alastor released your arm, allowing you to take the initiative. Once you had opened the door, you were surprised to see everything already inside, your room lightly furnished," Wow… Angel and Cherry work fast. Either that, or time flies when you're having fun." You look back towards Alastor again, spinning to face him fully.

"I just-- Thank you again for the opportunity, and the tour. I really appreciate everything you've done to get me here." Alastor's smile seems to soften a touch, eyes lidding," Don't fret, dear. Anyone who is a friend of mine is a friend to this hotel. You would have been welcome here, regardless of our little arrangement." Your eyes widened at that, your head tilting," Despite… our arrangement?" Alastor nods, gesturing towards your door. The word 'friend' was most definitely used, but you had yearned for something more... endearing. Your slight disappointment was cut off as Alastor spoke once more.

"Before I leave you to your bidding… may I enter? I'd like to further discuss what we agreed upon." You felt your heartbeat quicken, your palms becoming sweaty as you hesitated. Oh boy… here comes the business; the transactional part of things. And oddly enough, you felt a familiar heat travel south... the two of you, secluded and alone? This could become interesting for both of you...

"O-Of course… come on in." You stepped away from the door, allowing your newfound patron to enter to your room. You didn't even notice his shadow slinking up the door, locking it from the inside.

[mintkookiess]

I'm already addicted to you. (Gwen Stacy x Fem!reader)

I've decided to take a break from Miles and enter the Gwen brainrot....

This was so self-indulgent but I hope y'all enjoy cause writing this got me kicking my feet fr

Love,

Mint

Summary: You and your best friend Gwen were hanging out by a park, laying down on the grass just chilling together.

Tags: Gwen Stacy x Fem!reader, fluff, lots of kisses, teasing, reader is dead sarcastic, friends to lovers, JUST LOTS OF KITH KITH

Word count: 1.7k

Gwen laughed at the nth joke you made in the past hour. You were both laying on the grass laughing your asses off over stupid lame jokes. They weren't funny, which is what makes Gwen laugh. You look over at her with a mischievous smirk, "I'm just too good at these jokes thing." 

The blonde scoffed, playfully shaking her head. "No, you're not, they're not funny." You rolled your eyes at her words, but the smirk never left your lips. "They are! I mean look at you practically tearing up from laughing so much." You huffed. 

Gwen shook her head as she returned to lay on her back, with you mimicking her as the both of you stared up at the sky. After a few moments of silence, she shifted her body slightly so that she was now resting on her side, facing you. "I'm glad we could spend the day like this," she said, her voice slightly quieter. "it's nice to just relax and forget I was ever Spiderwoman for a little while."

You copied Gwen, propping your head up on your elbow as you also turned to your side, smiling at Gwen. "You're right, days like these are the dream." You chuckled, the soft breeze gently flowing through your hair. 

Gwen noticed you looking at her and felt her cheeks flush lightly. She quickly looked away and pretended to be interested in a bird flying by. "Yeah, it's nice to just hang out with a friend," she said, trying to keep the conversation casual. "I'm glad we have each other to lean on like this,” Gwen said, looking back at you with a small smile. 

"Oh god, since when were you cheesy huh?" You laughed, pushing Gwen's shoulder with your finger gently. To which the blonde laughed along, feeling more at ease with the teasing. "Hey I can be cheesy sometimes," she said with a grin. "It's part of my charm after all." She nudged you back playfully and then looked up at the sky. 

"But seriously, I don't know what I'd do without you. You're my best friend and I love hanging out with you." Gwen said with a more sincere tone. "Yeah yeah, I get it." You playfully rolled your eyes, chuckling as you looked at Gwen once more, your eyes seemingly squinting along with your smile.

"You know, I was thinking," she said in a contemplative tone. "Maybe we should do something crazy, like, something we've never done before." She looked at you with a mischievous glint in her eye. "What do you say?"

"Please, we've already done every crazy thing we could ever think of." You chuckled, laying down on your back once more. "The only crazy thing we haven't done is kiss at this point." You said jokingly, closing your eyes to enjoy the breeze. 

Gwen's eyes widened in surprise at your comment, and her flushed cheeks now turned a bright shade of red. She quickly looked away, hoping you didn't see her reaction. "Ha, yeah right," she said, trying to play off your joke. "We're just friends remember?" She smirked, turning back at you. "Besides, I don't think you could handle my kissing skills." She said cockily.

Your eyes shot open, raising an eyebrow at your best friend. "I so can!" You said in mock offense, lifting your head a little to look at Gwen better. The blonde girl raised an eyebrow, amused by your response. "Oh really?” She said with a challenging tone. "Well, I guess there's only one way to find out."

She leaned forward closer to you, a playful grin still decorating her lips. "You ready?~" 

"Go on, hit me with your best shot." You smirked, testing your best friend. Gwen chuckled, moving further down on you, her eyes locked on yours before closing the small distance between the two of you. She placed her lips on yours in a gentle kiss, the sensation sending an electric feeling into you and Gwen's bodies simultaneously.

She could feel her heart racing in her chest and after a few more seconds, she pulled away from you, her signature smirk returning to her lips. "Well, what do you think?"

You scrunched your eyebrows together, humming in contemplation. "I'll give that like a 7 out of 10." You said, teasing Gwen as your lips formed a full smile. Your best friend rolled her eyes in feigned annoyance, but her heart was still racing with adrenaline. 

"A 7 out of 10? Really?" She said, pretending to be offended. "I guess I'll just have to try harder next time,” Gwen said, giving you a playful wink. "But I have to admit, that kiss wasn't too bad."

"I bet I can do you one better." You said smugly, clearly enjoying this a bit too much. Gwen raised her eyebrows in surprise, intrigued by your statement. "Oh really? I'd like to see you try," she then leaned in closer once more, her eyes sporting a small glint of excitement. "So, show me what you got."

The corner of your lips curled upward as you pushed Gwen by her shoulder to make her lay on her back on the grass with you hovering above her. "I'm so gonna beat you." You mumbled, before enveloping Gwen's lips between yours, closing your eyes softly as you caressed her cheek. 

Poor Gwen was taken aback by how easily you kissed her but she quickly relaxed into it like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her heart rate was slowly increasing once more as your lips met hers. Feeling an unexpected swarm of butterflies in her stomach as she melted from your touch. 

She wrapped her arms around your torso, bringing you closer to deepen the kiss. Gwen later on slowly pulled away and looked up at you with a dazed expression. "Wow," she breathed out. "I think you won that round."

"You think?" You grinned, before kissing her one more time, surprised at how nice Gwen's lips felt in between yours. It was an unexpected discovery.

Gwen instantly returned the kiss, feeling a newfound attraction to you. You smiled against her lips as you slowly detached her, clearly enjoying how flustered Gwen looked beneath you. "Okay, now you've definitely won." She chuckled, "I think I might need some time to recover."

Your hand rested on Gwen's side, smiling down at her triumphantly. "You weren't so bad either." You mumbled, your breath slightly fanning Gwen's lips. 

Her heart skipped a beat at your words and she couldn't help but smile up at you. "Thanks... I think?" She laughed softly. Gwen mimicked your action from a while ago and placed a hand on your cheek, stroking it gently. "I'm really glad we did this," she said, her voice soft. "I think... this was exactly what I needed?"

"Mhm, kissing with your best friend? Definitely a stress reliever." You joked, laughing as you kissed Gwen's cheek teasingly. In return, your best friend snickered at your comment, feeling more relaxed than she's had in a while. "Who knew that making out with your best friend could be so therapeutic?" Gwen joked back. 

She pushed her head upward to kiss you on the cheek as well, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her like a tidal wave. You laughed softly, before pecking Gwen's nose. "Yup, definitely therapeutic." You said under your breath. Your hand began to rub tiny circles on her side soothingly making Gwen shiver from your touch

"At least it's with you, I don't think I could ever do this with anyone else." She said, gathering enough courage to kiss you on your lips once more, finding herself seeking your warmth. 

"Oh yeah, cause best friends definitely do this." You replied sarcastically but returned Gwen's kiss nevertheless. "You know, I think I might be falling for you." She suddenly said. 

"With just a few kisses? Wow, I must've underestimated my charm huh?" You teased, nuzzling your nose against Gwen's. The blonde girl beneath you could only titter at your response. “You are pretty charming, but I think it's more than just a few kisses." 

Gwen lightly shrugged, slowly getting embarrassed by what she was saying, but she kept going as there was no turning back now. "We have some sort of special connection that could be more? Or I don't know, what do you think?" 

"Seriously? Was the kissing not clear enough for you?" You laughed, wiping some of Gwen's blonde locks out of her face before leaning back down to kiss her again. She eagerly returned your kiss, placing both her hands on your cheeks with her head tilting to the side to deepen it. 

After what seemed like an eternity, the two of you parted lips with both of your faces flushed now. "I'll take that as a yes." Gwen beamed. "Good, ‘cause that was definitely not a no." You replied, wrapping an arm under Gwen's waist while the two of you still lay on the grass, facing each other.

Gwen snuggled closer to you in response. "So, what now?" She asked. "Are we... a thing now?" Gwen snorted, she tried to be light about it, but she wants to make sure that you were both on the same page. 

"I mean, I don't mind. We can definitely try it out." You smiled down at her. "Yeah, I... I'd like that." Gwen said huskily, "As unexpected as this was, I think it'll turn out pretty good for the both of us."

You grinned from ear to ear at her words as you couldn't agree more, but this immediately faltered when Gwen said, "I think this could be the start of something amazing." 

"Oh my god, you're so goddamn cheesy you know that?" You playfully squinted your eyes at her, shaking your head with a small smirk. Gwen was enjoying this light banter, however, kissing your jaw softly as if a feather touched it. "You're going to have to get used to it if we're going to do this whole dating thing."

You whispered, "I don't mind it really, I’m practically conditioned to tolerate it by now." your lips hovered above her lips teasingly, earning you a groan from Gwen as the blonde girl wrapped a hand around your head, pushing you down to smash your lips together. This slightly took you off guard, making you let out a muffled laugh against her lips. It was as if the both of you suddenly couldn't get enough. 

"You're a really good kisser you know that?" Gwen breathed out after pulling away once more. 

"Don't get too obsessed now." You jokingly warned Gwen, looking into her clear blue eyes. She simply laughed at your warning. "Too late," she said with a grin.

"I'm already addicted to you." 

Fin.

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