#don’t you realize you are taking your life in your hands

[girlgenius1111]

unknowns

barça x reader young barça reader has an allergic reaction for the first time obviously, descriptions of a severe allergic reaction, use of epi pen, vomiting, etc.

-------

The day had gone as you had expected it to. Until it didn’t. Vicki Lopez being the voice of reason and calm in an emergency situation was not something you expected, either. 

Normally, Vicki was a bit of a troublemaker. It wasn’t entirely her fault; most of the younger girls could be trouble when they wanted to be. Vicki, though, could get away with anything. Maybe it was her age, or maybe it was the soft spot Alexia had for her. Either way, your captains didn’t hesitate to scold you, or Jana, or Pina for a harmless prank. When Vicki was the culprit, though, they would fight back smiles and shake their heads affectionately at the young forward. 

But while Vicki got away with everything, she was also very responsible. A fact that you were incredibly thankful for; her calmness and ability to think clearly in an emergency saved your life. 

-------

Double training sessions were not anyone’s favorite thing. Alright, maybe Alexia loved them, but she was Alexia. It was a nice day out, though, and while most of the older girls had headed inside during the break, most of the younger girls stayed outside, basking in the warm sun. The film session was due to begin shortly, but you all were trying to enjoy the fresh air before you had to retreat inside to the stuffy media room. 

You were content to just lay on the pitch with your eyes closed, but that didn’t seem to be in the cards today. Not when you very suddenly heard a loud buzzing sound in your ear, causing you to sit bolt upright and look around. 

“Falling asleep, pequeña?” Salma teased. 

You shook your head, looking around suspiciously. It was no secret that you hated bugs. Hated them. And one had evidently been close enough to your body for you to hear the buzzing sound it made. A flash of yellow caught your eye, and you stayed watching it until you realized what it was. A bee. Flying towards the bench planted in the grass. Actually, flying underneath it. The bee flew up, and you leaned forward a bit, trying to see where it had gone. 

Then, you jumped backwards, almost flopping onto Jana’s legs. 

“Off pequeña, it is hot today.” She complained, shoving you away from her. 

“Jana!” You shrieked, scrambling further away from the bench. “There’s a bee hive underneath the bench, don’t push me back towards it.” 

“A bee hive?” Jana asked, sitting up and looking at you seriously. “Oh my god, Ona-” 

You looked at Ona, who also looked concerned, pulling her phone out of her pocket and holding it to her ear. “Hello? Mr. President? There is a beehive on the Barça training grounds, you have to send the army in.” 

Your face burned as you rolled your eyes at your friends. “Alright, haha, I get it.” You rose to your feet, intending to walk away from your friends, but Jana stood too, lightly pushing you towards the bench. 

“Watch out pequeña, the bee might eat your head right off your body!” 

“I have heard Spanish bees can chew right through bone!” Vicki added. Everyone was laughing around you, and you shook your head, fighting back a smile. You knew they were just teasing, and you weren’t upset by it. 

“Fine. Get stung. I don’t care.” You declared. 

“I’ll go find someone to get rid of it.” Ona said kindly, though a slightly teasing smile adorned her freckled features, too. She walked away, and you were promptly distracted by Jana lunging for you, jokingly trying to push you back towards the hive. This time, though, you stumbled slightly and fell onto the ground much closer to the bench than you would’ve liked to get. 

“Sorry, nena,” Jana said sincerely, holding out a hand to help you up. It hadn’t been her intention to make you fall. Just as you reached to take her hand, though, you felt a sharp sting on your arm.

“Ow! Fuck,” you shouted, your head whipping down just in time to see the offending bee fall away into the grass under you. “It stung me.” 

You scooted far away from the hive, closer to Cata, who laid motionless on the grass, not even cracking an eyelid open to look at you. 

“Let me see.” Bruna asked, crouching down next to you and holding out a hand. You held your arm out, and the brunette inspected the small red mark on your skin. “Yeah, it got you. The stinger isn’t in there, though, so I'll just go get you a sting wipe. That should make it stop hurting.” 

You thanked her, and Bruna headed off towards where she knew the nearest first aid kit to be. 

“Pobrecita. Are you okay?” Jana asked, smiling at you. She was teasing, but you could tell she felt bad too. 

“It really hurts, Fernandez. I’ll get you back for this.” you muttered angrily, holding your wounded arm close to your body. It really did hurt. More than you expected. You’d never been stung by a bee before, but you weren’t sure it was supposed to hurt this much; you felt an odd surge of anxiety rush through you, though you weren’t quite sure why. 

“Don’t be dramatic pequeña, it’s just a little bee sting,” Jana laughed, not unkindly, turning away as Ona returned to say that the grounds crew would be out to look at the hive soon. “Bruni went to get the first aid kit, you’ll be fine.” 

You nodded, even as the world around you seemed to slow a bit, as the feeling of anxiety within you grew. You knew your teammates were talking to each other, joking around, but they seemed far away. You knew you were outside, and there was tons of fresh air around, but it felt like you couldn’t get enough oxygen into your lungs. You looked down at your arm, and though it was a little hazy, you knew it had swelled, and the redness spreading across your skin wasn’t normal. 

Desperately trying to inhale enough air, you turned to where Cata lay next to you, eyes closed as she basked in the warm sun. 

“Cata?” You mumbled, reaching out a shaky hand to grab her hand. 

One of the keeper’s eyes cracked open, and she sat up quickly seeing the look of fear on your face. “What is it?” 

“I don’t feel good.” You said, holding out your arm for her to see. “It’s hard to breathe,” 

“Fuck. Shit. Okay, okay,” Cata said, scooting closer to take your arm into her hands. She looked at it for a second, before looking at your face, which was growing red and splotchy as well. “Fuck. Jana, get a physio, get a captain, get someone, she’s having an allergic reaction,” 

Cata said the words in a frighteningly calm tone, but everyone’s attention snapped to you, and it was only a moment before Jana was taking off at a full sprint towards the building, 

“I have an epi pen,” Vicki shouted, looking frantically between the older girls, awaiting some instruction. Cata nodded at her, and that was all the younger girl needed before she was running after Jana.

Salma sat down on your other side, gently rubbing your back as it became clearer and clearer that something was really really wrong. You could barely get a breathe in, your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to convince yourself that your throat was not closing up. 

“Cata, what do we do?” Salma asked, seeing her own terror reflected on the normally easy going keeper’s face across from her. 

“We keep her upright so it’s easier to breathe, and we stay calm because everything is fine, everything is fine,” Cata said quietly, pulling you to lean heavily against her. “Breathe, chica, as much as you can.” She reminded you, hearing as the wheeze in your chest grew more pronounced, and as your gasps for breath sped up. 

“Cata, please help.” You gasped, reaching up to claw at your neck, completely in vain. It was swelling shut and there was nothing you could do. Your vision was growing dark around the edges and you fought to keep your eyes open as they tried to slide shut. Your body slumped down, Cata catching you just in time to ease the impact. 

“Easy, easy. Stay awake, please, pequeña,” Cata insisted, tapping gently at your cheek. 

You heard loud voices approaching, and just barely identified them as belonging to Alexia and Ingrid. 

“What the fuck happened?” Alexia shouted, sprinting over to where you were now laid, your head in Cata’s lap. Ingrid was right behind her, with Jana bringing up the rear. Jana was crying, and Salma stood to pull her away slightly, trusting the older girls to take care of you. 

“Bee sting. She was okay at first but then she was acting weird and she said she didn't feel good and her arm is swelling and I don’t think she can breathe,” Cata explained in a rush, looking wildly between Ingrid and Alexia, fully panicking now that your eyes had closed, and that there was more adult adults there to take control of the situation. 

“She needs an epi pen, and someone needs to call an ambulance,” Ingrid stated. 

“Vicki went to get hers.” Cata said.

“I’m calling right now,” Salma chimed in, looking over from where she stood a few feet away, one arm wrapped around a very distraught Jana, one holding her phone to her ear.

“Hey, nena? Can you open your eyes for me, cariño?” Alexia said softly, though you were mostly oblivious.

It was the warm hands on your face, tapping a bit more firmly now, that had you realizing your eyes had fallen shut. You forced them open, your inhales barely more than a rattling wheeze now to see Alexia leaning over you. She looked more scared than you’d ever seen her, which didn’t make you feel very reassured. It was comforting, though when she began to softly run her fingers across your forehead and down your cheek, a motion you focused on instead of the tightness of your throat. 

“Good, good nena. You’re okay, everything is okay. Just try to stay awake for me okay? We’re getting you help, you just need to keep breathing.” 

“Hard,” you croaked, your good arm shifting and blindly reaching for someone, for anyone, to anchor you to consciousness. Ingrid took your hand in hers, her face appearing next to Alexia’s. 

“I know it’s hard, sweetheart, just keep trying. Vicki is coming right now with an epi pen. You’re gonna be okay, just keep your eyes open.” She cooed, her eyes looking suspiciously watery. 

“Can’t,” you mumbled, eyes falling shut once again. This time, they didn’t flutter back open. 

“Nena. Nena! Venga, chica, open your eyes,” Alexia said desperately, looking around frantically. She spotted Vicki in a dead sprint across the pitch. 

“VICKI” Alexia shouted, for no other reason than to do something other than lean over your unconscious body. She couldn’t focus on that right now, nor could she focus on the way your chest had stopped heaving. 

It was only seconds, really, but it felt like minutes, before Vicki made it to the group of panicked footballers. Alexia and Ingrid both held their hands out for the epi pen, though neither of them had ever used one in their life. Vicki took initiative, though, very calmly shoving Alexia out of the way and crouching at your side. She rolled your shorts up a bit, took the cap off the epi pen with her teeth, and thrust it at your leg without further thought, pressing the button on the end. Once the medication was dispensed, she dropped the pen onto the ground next to her, and sat back on her knees, her eyes fixed on you. 

“That’s it?” Irene asked. Vicki looked around, nodding. A group of your teammates had followed the commotion out to the pitch, and now stood in a very tense group around you. 

“Yeah. She’s breathing better already, she should be okay until the paramedics get here.” Vicki explained, a bit shocked at how little everyone seemed to know about allergic reactions and epi pens. 

“She’s going to be okay?” Alexia asked anxiously. 

“She should be. The paramedics are here, they’ll take care of her.” Vicki noted, nodding to where the ambulance was backing onto the field. 

By the time the paramedics had pushed everyone away and began to get an oxygen mask on your face, you started to wake up. As your eyes blinked open, seeing two strangers hovering over your body, you were extremely disoriented. Not just disoriented, but panicked. You couldn’t remember what had happened, where you were, why you were lying on the ground, or why your whole body seemed to hurt. You tried to push the stranger away from you with your hand, but it was shaking too much to really do anything. 

“Hey, relax, you’re alright. We’re here to help.” The man said, pushing your arm back onto the grass under you. You squirmed nervously, a quiet sob falling from your mouth. Suddenly, a familiar face appeared above yours, and you relaxed almost instantly. 

“You’re okay pequeña, I’m right here.” Alexia soothed. You felt her hands on your face, keeping you pressed down onto the grass. 

“Ale,” you cried, your voice barely more than a croaking gasp. The feelings of panic in your body were intense, like anxiety was coursing through your veins instead of blood. 

“You’re okay.” Alexia repeated. “You got stung by a bee, and you had an allergic reaction. The paramedics are taking care of you.” 

You relaxed slightly, letting Alexia take your hand in hers. She coached you to breathe deeply, batting your free hand away when you tried to push the oxygen mask off your face. 

“No, no, that has to stay on for now.” She told you, feeling hysterical laughter bubble up inside of her at the disgruntled look on your face. You flinched when they placed an IV in your hand, a few tears falling from your flushed face into the grass. Once the IV was in, they were moving you into the back of the ambulance. You caught a glimpse of the entire team watching on nervously, and you felt another surge of panic rushing through you when you realized Alexia wasn’t by your side anymore. You tried to sit up, but you were too weak to do so. Instead, you removed the mask from your face, craning your neck as you looked around for your captain. 

“Ale?!” you croaked. 

You had been slid into the back of the ambulance fully when Alexia appeared at your side again. 

“I’m here, nena.” 

“Can you stay? Please?” You requested tearfully, relieved when Alexia took a seat on the bench next to you. As the ambulance began its journey to the hospital, you focused on the feeling of Alexia’s hand holding tightly to yours, and the incessant questions she was firing at the poor paramedic. It was a bumpy ride that had your stomach turning before long, and you struggled to sit up, yanking the oxygen mask off. Your face had gone completely white as you looked around frantically.

And though Alexia looked confused, trying to guide you back to lay down, the paramedic seemed to have been expecting this, and held a sick bag out in front of you. Your throat still felt tight and scratchy from before, and throwing up felt more uncomfortable than normal. You whimpered as you were sick, unable to hide your intense feelings of discomfort. 

“You’re okay, pequeña,” Alexia soothed, as she continued to rub your back, and you would have been embarrassed if you were in any other state. She looked, panicked, at the paramedic, every new symptom worrying her further.

“It’s alright, this is completely normal. Her body is just reacting to the allergen and the epinephrine.” She assured your captain. “I can’t give her anything for nausea until we get to the hospital.” 

Alexia nodded, turning her attention back to you. You pushed the sick bag away, collapsing back onto the gurney and weakly reaching out for the blonde’s hand again. You sobbed and covered your face with your other hand, feeling so incredibly horrific, you could barely think. You would have explained it as feeling like you were dying, if you hadn’t just experienced that feeling a few minutes ago. Your body felt like it was caving in on itself, though, and the blonde next to you could tell you were starting to freak out. 

“Shh, nena. Just breathe, in and out.”

“Ale, I really don’t feel good,” you cried. Alexia nodded sympathetically; she could tell. Your face was as white as a sheet, you had broken out into a sweat though you were shivering violently. You looked so miserable and uncomfortable, tears pooling in your eyes, as you looked helplessly up at your captain. 

“I know, cariño. We’re almost at the hospital, okay?”

You nodded, closing your eyes and focusing on breathing. Another minute passed, another minute of your heart beating rapidly in your chest. You could hear it pounding in your ears, the anxiety building inside of you with every passing second. It wasn’t getting better. If anything, it was getting worse, and you weren’t sure you could cope with it for any longer. 

With a whimper, you reached out to Alexia, clinging onto her shirt. 

“What is it, pequeña? Are you going to be sick again?” She asked, frowning when you shook your head. 

“My- my heart is beating so fast, I don’t, I can’t,” 

“That’s the epinephrine.” The paramedic told you sympathetically, grabbing something from her side and injecting it into the IV. “This might make you a bit sleepy, but it should slow your heart rate down.”

It made you really sleepy. Your eyes fluttered shut almost as soon as it hit your bloodstream. You were in and out for the rest of the ambulance ride. Everytime you cracked your eyes open, you were comforted to see Alexia next to you. 

Alexia tried not to panic when you dozed off, knowing it was probably for the better that you sleep now, instead of being forced to stay awake through the worst of the side effects from what had occurred. 

--------

You awoke slowly, looking around blearily as you came too. There was still an oxygen mask sitting on your face, but your chest didn’t feel as tight as it had before. It was significantly easier to breathe, and though your body still ached, it wasn’t as pronounced. 

“Hey, nena.” Alexia cooed, appearing in your line of vision as soon as you moved your hand that was resting in hers. “How are you feeling?” 

“I-” you coughed, throat too dry to get any words out. Another face appeared in front of you, and a straw was being pressed to your lips. Ingrid watched you drink the water with great concern, her eyes creased with worry. “I’m okay.” 

“You’re sure? You can breathe okay?” Irene asked, a third face leaning down over the bed. 

It was getting claustrophobic, and you leaned back a bit. “I can breathe. I’m fine.” 

They all seemed to deflate at that, giving relieved sighs and moving back to their respective chairs. 

“You scared us, nena.” Irene said quietly. 

You nodded, a frown on your face. “I know. I’m sorry.” 

“No, elskling, don’t be sorry. That wasn’t your fault, not at all.”

You shrugged, trying to pull your hand away from Alexia’s in order to reach for the water cup in Ingrid’s hand.

“What? What is it? What do you need? I can do it.” Alexia said, leaning forward anxiously and holding your hand tighter in hers. 

You gave her a strange look. “I just want the water?” 

“I got it!” Ingrid said, once again holding the straw to your lips. All three women watched as you took a sip, and their overbearing concern was beginning to get to you. 

“You guys, I’m fine. Relax.” 

“No.” Alexia said sternly. 

“No?” You echoed. 

“No, I will not relax. I will hover if I want to.” 

You rolled your eyes, reaching up to scratch at your face. Alexia caught your hand again, as all three women leaned forward. 

“What do you need?” They all said, in complete unison.

You sighed, letting Alexia scratch your forehead for you. There was no use arguing. Once your teammates set their minds on being protective, there wasn’t anything you could do to change it.

-------

The rest of the team stopped by throughout the day, with your younger friends coming in only an hour before you were set to be released. They joked around with you, though clearly they were overcome with thinly veiled relief. They were worried, and you understood why. 

You were preoccupied, though. Because while every one of your teammates had come to see you, one had yet to speak. 

Jana stood in the doorway of the hospital room like coming any closer would set off some kind of alarm. You looked at her, repeatedly, but she refused to meet your gaze, her eyes fixed on her feet. 

You exchanged a look with Alexia who was making sure your friends didn’t get too rowdy. The captain tried to engage Jana in conversation for a few minutes, but only got shrugs and one word answers. The room fell into a slightly awkward silence as the tension grew, and all you wanted to do was get out of the stupid hospital bed and pull Jana into a hug. You would settle for her speaking to you, though, and your captain evidently had the same idea. 

“Alright. She needs to rest. Everyone out.” Alexia declared, beginning to shoo everyone from the room. She caught Jana’s elbow before she could go, too, though, stopping her from leaving. 

Even when the room emptied, and it was just the three of you, Jana refused to raise her head. 

“Jana.” Alexia murmured, pulling the defender further into the room. “Come on, cariño.” 

The brunette took a deep breath, before she looked up at you, eyes filled with tears. “I am so sorry.” 

“Jana, it’s okay.” 

“It’s not!” She cried, throwing her hands up in the air, and shaking off the hug Alexia tried to pull her into. “I almost killed you. It is not okay. You almost died and it was my fault.” 

“That could have happened to anybody. You could have pushed Ona or Bruna or Cata. It was a freak accident.” 

“But it happened to you.” Jana said miserably. 

You shook your head, feeling guilty that she felt so guilty. “And I’m fine! Jana, come here.” Alexia half dragged the defender over to the chair next to your bed and you grabbed her hand as soon as she was within reach. “You couldn’t have known. I didn’t even know. We were just joking around, like we always do. You didn't do anything wrong, Jana, and I’m not mad.”

She looked up at you, looking so unlike her usual joyful self. “You aren’t mad?” 

“No.” You insisted. “I’m fine. Everything is fine. Now we know, and I can push you in front of any incoming bees.”

Jana huffed out a laugh, wiping a stray tear away. Alexia was looking at you proudly, rather touched at how kind you were being to Jana, who was clearly a mess at the moment. 

“Can I carry one of your epi pens?” Jana asked. 

“Oh my god.” You laughed, shaking your head. 

“I am getting one for everyone on the team.” Alexia said seriously, causing you and Jana to giggle even harder. “What?! We have to be prepared!” 

You groaned, though you weren’t really upset. How much your teammates cared about you would never really be a bother. It was something you hadn’t really had in your life until you arrived in Barça, and it wasn’t something you’d trade for the world. Even if it came with very frequent teasing, and even more frequent overprotectiveness.

-------

ive been agonizing over this for so long and i strongly dislike it but i hope you guys like it more than i do 🫶🏻🙂

also i have only gone into anaphylaxis once and i was like 6 but this is pretty much what i remember + some help from google.

<3

[astralis-ortus]

you are my sunshine

✱ a bang chan headcanon

— you'll never know, dear, how much i love you.

w.count → 0.6k genre → slice of life, fluff warning → just watching chan (chris) being a parent :> a.n → something light because brain.exe couldn't handle words atm :> also, would you believe me if i said the actual idea behind this was this specific tiktok... lolㅠ ⋆ see masterlist

growing up, you were always sure you didn’t want to have any kids. you have your reasons, but ultimately, you’re scared you couldn’t be the kind of parents you wanted to be and you don’t want another soul to have to bear those sort of consequences after your inability to be one. you should be the one carrying them, even if it meant people will judge you for it.

being together with chris, however, had changed your mind.

no, not because he coaxed you into wanting one or anything like that—you knew he wanted to have kids, but he wasn’t even bothered when you told him about the matter when the topic of marriage came up. but then, whenever you see him doing even the most mundane of things... you just knew you’d be just fine raising a child together with him.

chris would be very hands on as soon as your baby arrives. he knows the best temperature for the baby formula, he knows how to wash and sterilize the baby bottle, he knows how to change your baby’s diaper—heavens, sometimes you even wondered if chris was a walking encyclopedia for any baby related matters.

chris would also be the one taking care of your baby throughout the night. ‘i’m already up anyway, you deserve the night’s sleep’ he reasoned, and being a man of his words, you would actually sleep through the night as chris would go as far as setting a bassinet in his home studio to make sure he’d be able to keep an eye on your baby while he works.

as your child grew up, chris would make sure to attend as many of the parents-teacher meeting as he possibly could. he knew the nature of his work would cause him to be away for quite a period of time when he had to, but he when he could, he would even collude with your kid to ask you to let their dad be the one to take part for the next meeting. he just loved to be present when he could, and you could see it through the way he laugh with your kid.

your child’s puberty hits chris the hardest—your kid did not grow distant in any kind, they still look for their parents a lot, but for chris who used to be attached to your kid like a stamp on an envelope, letting your kid learn how to slowly become their own person felt like he’s slowly losing the little sunshine who used to only look for him. chris knew it’s going to happen eventually, but for the time being, he’ll keep himself busy with the tons of pictures and videos he took when his baby was younger.

another big wave of blue hits when chris had to send off your now young adult child to college. chris wouldn’t let you nor your child see, but you know the tears his studio had seen after you two had gone home from the airport, mere hours after your child flew thousands of miles away to chase after their dreams. despite the amount of calls and texts your family groupchat exchanged, it wasn’t the same without your child being home.

lastly, chris would finally let his tears be known when he had to let his little sunshine start off their own little family. the realization that the little baby who once fits in his arms is now ready to become a parent themselves were proven a little too overwhelming for chris—but everyone understood. everyone saw the mountain that is chris’ love for his child, and they understood.

not to worry, though—because now whenever your child visits with their own little bean,

chris had found himself another sunshine to take care of.

©️ astralisortus, 2024. | likes and reblogs are highly appreciated♡

[penvisions]

by the grit of sandpaper {epilogue}

Pairing: Jackson! Joel Miller x Patrol Partner! Reader

Summary: As time passes, you and Joel settle into a new life together.

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: heart of gold joel, carpenter joel, woodworking joel, artisan joel, patrol partnership, lots of feelings, light angst, hurt and comfort, mentions of past lost loved ones, mentions of child loss (both joel and reader), joel miller's hands need their own warning, adult content, sexual content, smut, piv, unprotected piv, oral (f receiving), creampie (reader is unable to get pregnant so you know lol), dry humping, bulge mention, sensual makeout session, one (1) instance of squirting, reader and joel are down bad for each other, lemme know if i missed any!

A/N: i missed them and the document that only had a few dozen words flourished into this! i realized i could write for these two until the end of time because i love them so much and this little universe, so if there's something you're curious about or want to see of them, send an ask and a one shot might be written c;

love y'all and hope this brings you some joy today ♡♡

ao3 link || series masterlist || navigation || ko-fi

You stir long before the other body in your bed, dreamworld of your sleeping mind slipping from you as consciousness takes hold. But it leaves behind a melancholia you were all too familiar with. Today would be a hard day, tomorrow even more so. The loss of your friend weighing heavy on your soul even as you lay tangled with a man who helped to brighten and fill your days with a new purpose.

“We’ve gotta get up,” You quietly remind him even as you snuggle closer, basking in the warmth of him so close and comforting. You don’t feel very compelled to heed your own words, if you’re honest.

“Ten more minutes.” He’s pressing his body to yours, the hard line of him jutting into your lower back and his teeth nipping as your shoulder. You were both bare from the strokes of pleasure you had pulled from each other’s bodies the evening before. His voice gravelly from both the way he had shouted out, moaned loud enough for it to bounce off the walls last night and his waking body this morning.

“You said that yesterday and I was late for my shift at the mess hall.”

“You run the mess hall, can’t be late if you’re the boss.”

“Is that right?”

“Mhm, trust me.” He rumbles as he begins to lazily shift his dribbling cock against the plush skin of your backside. You have nothing but a breathy moan as he shifts your bodies, laying over your back as he presses you into the soft mattress and tangled sheets, slipping inside of your aching core with an easy glide. It’s splitting the way he fills you so fully, the head of his cock kissing your cervix as he simply rolls his hips to help ease you open a little more. His hands are reaching to interlock fingers with yours that grab at the sheets.

After a few moments of slowness, he’s shifting his weight up onto his knees a bit more, nudging your legs open for him rest between them as he holds tight to the flare of your hips to angle them perfectly for you to feel every hard inch of him. Slow and sensual turns into frantic and hard thrusts, punching sounds out from your lungs as the drag of him through your center ignites your body.

Praises for you fall from his mouth in deep, guttural sounds as he feels you begin to arch your back and lean your hips back to meet his every move. Fingers dip below your body to circle your throbbing clit and his words give way to harsh pants as you clench around him, your release quick and numbing.

His body is singing, trying to match the tune of yours as he works you through it, the squelch of him dragging out and slamming back in making your stomach flutter. It’s both unfamiliar and new, the way pressure builds in your middle so soon after, but it’s not unwelcome as you realize his hand is now pressed firmly to the soft give of your lower stomach right above the patch of curls your keep trimmed.

You try to warn him as it grows in intensity, but you don’t think words form around the warbling cries of your voice. Drowned out by the desperate sounds he’s beginning to make as he feels a warm splash of wet soak the sheets and the fronts of his muscled thighs, he falters for just a moment before he’s slamming in as deep as he can and filling you with hot spurts. You feel him, all of him from the twitching of his cock to the soft pudge of his middle on your back as he stills, draping back over you and brushing his nose over your ear.

“Such a good girl for me, sweetheart. Didn’t even know you could do that.” Your hips jerk as you preen under his words, his rapt attention, the feeling of him still nestled deep in your fluttering core. He’s choking on the breath he had just taken as he feels the way your body holds him where he his, refusing to let him go. And it’s with almost reverent touches, that he’s swiping thick fingers around where you’re connected as he leans back to take in the sight of his cum leaking out. As your body finally relaxes, he’s slipping from you with a held breath, exhaling only when he sees the milky mix of your combined releases dripping from your puffy seam.

His weight is suddenly gone from over and behind you, causing you to turn your head as best you could where your cheek is pressed to the sheets only for your breath to hitch at the sight of him lowering down onto his chest between your still propped up legs.

“Can’t give it to you again so soon, sweet, needy girl, but I can taste you,” He’s growling out before his hands are back on your hips and pulling you to his waiting, open mouth. It should be dirty, the way he makes out with your puffy lips and sensitive core, teeth gently nipping at the almost pained bundle of nerves right at your crux, facial hair scraping against silken skin, but it’s only fueling the heat that hadn’t seemed to dissipate as it begins to crawl across your skin once again.

“We…um, we should do something for Aiden’s birthday this year.” Millie was behind you on a horse of her own, Lowry helping you to lead the typical patrol you did twice a week. It had been a long conversation between you and Joel many months ago, when winter was still chilling the air and frosting the ground overnight. But it was now warm, bordering on hot as the sun simmered over the Wyoming landscape. But today, he was busy in town helping to finish repairs that a spring storm had ravaged on a few of the powerlines. New posts being installed and a patrol gone out to the water plant nestled by the dam that allows for life to flourish here.

“We should.” You agree, mind lost in thoughts of the man already, the day he lost his life the one right before it. “Maybe we could have a little picnic at the cemetery, make his favorite foods and clean it up a bit.”

“That sounds perfect, Olive.”

The rest of the patrol is spent in easy comfortability, even as the younger girl tells you of her intentions to move into the house Joel had once occupied alongside Callie and Nolan. She had hesitantly taken up the brother of her new close friend on his offer for a drink one day, the memory of her past love giving her pause. But when she had told you of her trepidation, you had gently urged her to listen to her heart because she deserved the kind of life in which she could love and be loved in return. Everyone did, even the once ostracized and solemn soul you had been.

She had become a somewhat staple in your life now, and not one born of anxiety and constant worry of occasional interaction. Now she was right there beside you as you helped Callie to navigate the exciting early months of her baby’s life, giving her advice on how to keep them from getting too fussy over hunger and bouts of bad sleep. She had named the girl after you, your actual name something you seldom used even with new people. The nickname Tommy had given you sticking far better than it ever had, and to be honest you didn’t much feel like the woman who had carried that name throughout the early stages of your life.

Jackson giving you a second chance, an environment to change from the ways you had been forced to fight for survival. Just as the nickname had allowed you to feel like a better version of yourself, you smiled as it was muttered from the yawning mouth of a slowly waking Joel every morning. His arms curled around your middle, pulling you flush to him as he nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck. His gravely good morning pressed to your skin through his soft lips this morning. Feeling more like the person you wanted to be alongside him, thanking the heavens and stars for aligning and allowing you two to cross paths.

Millie deserved that and you had told her as much. Neither of you mentioned how it almost seemed like she had wanted your approval and blessing to move on from the person that bonded you both.

Easy conversation flows between you both as you circle the wide perimeter of the settlement’s land. The sun now fully up in the bright blue sky. Birds and small mammals sing and chitter away as the horses make their way on the unmarked path, making you feel at ease almost as much as being out here with Joel does.

Once you’re back within the gates, the horses settled back in their stables, and Millie waving in parting do you feel the enormity of the day once away. The promise of meeting tomorrow for an early lunch at the cemetery lingers in the air. Sighing, you adjust the wide-brimmed hat atop your head and the button up shirt where it had rucked up slightly before pivoting your steps from the direction of your street to the front of the settlement.

Maria is overlooking papers set out before her, a fussy Macon in her lap covered in crumbs and remnants of her attempt at breakfast. He was beginning to eat solids, but he was a picky fellow much to your chagrin and his parents’ exasperation. Motherhood looked good on the woman, though you knew she had always carried that label. Fatherhood looked good on your dear friend Tommy, despite the worries and anxieties he had trusted you to keep to yourself when he shared them with you. He was in the line to get some food of his own, a plate that looked to be filled with the favorites of his wife’s directly from the kitchen beside his own empty one.

You sneak into the kitchen from the door by the buffet line up, steps quiet as you moved toward the back corner of the space that housed your little desk and stool by the dry goods storage. The mug you favored, one made of speckled ceramic and stained a faded orange was pulled from behind the recipe books you had been browsing the day before. The crops were different this year, the farmer’s almanac that had been saved from the actual city of Jackson before the world fell not accounting for the lack of carbon emissions and changed acidity of the soil. Planting would look different this year from last, and with it a new menu needed to be planned.

Even as you rifle through the papers with half a focused mind, you’re aware of the few in the kitchen remarking about your unusual midday visit. As your coffee dwindles down, an older teen who had approached you the other day asking if he could be on your service in the kitchen for his first assignment silently refills it and adds the cream he knows you favor in it. You offer him a small smile as he looks up from where he’s mixing it together in a perfect caramel color. He seems momentarily stunned as pink dusts his freckled cheeks and then he’s moving back to focus on his tasks for the day.

Tommy is popping his head in a few hours later, the scent of pine and the metallic of nails thick on him as he approaches. His hand clamps over your shoulder, a laugh tumbling from him as he notices the switch from coffee to a few fingers of whiskey you had made about an hour back.

“Workin’ hard, Olive?”

“Should ask you the same thing, all finished with the repairs?”

“Yeah, your old man headed home, might’ve worked him too hard today.”

“Hush, he probably did circles around you, and you know it.” You lightly tease as you bookmark the page your on with an old scrap of paper and shut the thick book. You turn to see him watching you with a soft expression, knowing that he’s done the right thing by checking up on you. You know he had seen you slip into the kitchen earlier, but he had let you be, figuring you would know best how to handle your emotions.

“Yeah, if my brother’s good at anything, it’s working himself to the bone. Did it a ton to support himself and Sarah, and me for that matter. Took any and every job he could get. Then didn’t want to bring anyone else on to cut the work because of the wages it would cost him.” He’s chiding the past version of his brother, knowing that for that moment in time, he would’ve done anything for his family. The harsh truth of that sentiment only flourished in the outbreak and subsequent loss of their third member. But you both know that Joel worked so hard to overcome what he had been transformed into because of that loss and the state of the world, you both see it every day how much he’s changed.

“She was lucky to have him as her father, he cares so much for her even now.” You feel his hand slip from your shoulder as you stand, his eyes watching you as you down the remainder of your drink. The ice clinks in the empty glass and you take it over to the industrial sink.

“He took that part of his life seriously, don’t think he ever rested unless she had everything she needed and wanted. I’m sure you were much the same, even if the circumstances were different.”

“He’s good like that, even if he doesn’t realize taking care of himself is just as important as taking care of others sometimes.”

“Sounds an awful lot like someone else I know.”

“Go blow smoke up someone else’s butt, I’m already makin’ you dinner.” You stick your tongue out at him, hoping he realizes just how grateful you are to have him in your life, a true friend.

“Just wanted to check if we were still on for that, I know today is…a lot and didn’t want to force anything if you weren’t up for it.” His eyes glint in the sunlight that takes over the kitchen as you hit the switch and turn off the artificial ones. You gather the casual button up you had shucked from your shoulders as the crew shut down the line for the afternoon, once the last of the food served, and began to clean. You had helped to wash some of the larger dish pans, not wanting them to feel like you were watching them without being obvious about it. No, you had willingly helped them to close down the kitchen for the day, thanking them all when they signed the sheet you reported to the council at each week’s end.

“It’ll make me feel better, to make food for those I care about. To share a meal at a full table, wallowing won’t do me any good.” The assurance is as much for you as it is for him as you both walk through the door and out into the back of the building. He walks you home in a comfortable silence, a grin taking over his lips as people call out your nickname and wave at you in greeting as they walk home themselves or sit out on their porches.

You feel a tug on your heartstrings as you turn onto your street and see the shadow of something on your porch steps. As you and Tommy get closer, it appears to be a basket full of daily essentials and a few jars of jam, butter, and one that suspiciously looked like malt liquor. A few letters are made out to you, your nickname written in looping scrawls and a casserole in a covered pan. Small things to help ease the pain of the day, the loss of someone in your life. A well-known fact around the settlement, the date marking one of the few tragedies it had encountered.

Tommy’s arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling you to him as he hears the hitch of your breath before a sob wracks through your body. It takes an embarrassingly long time for you to gather yourself, blubbering words of gratitude and appreciation at being seen and cared for as he guides you into your home and helps to put the basket up on the kitchen hutch and the casserole in the fridge. With a kiss to your temple and reassurance in the form of a watery smile, he leaves you to get ready for dinner and fetch the rest of the family.

You piddle around the house as you contemplate opening the letters, leaving them for later in the evening to sit in bed with Joel for him to read them to you. The attitude and negative attention on you still too fresh and tender for you to handle seeing what they had to say on your own, though you doubted any of it would have ill-intent. A shower calmed you down, allowing you to wash away the dried tears and the sweat that had soaked into your skin throughout the day. Giving you a moment to yourself before Ellie would be beside you in the kitchen, so willing to learn what you could teach her.

It’s a little too hot as the sun begins its descent to kiss the horizon, beating down on your exposed shoulders as you cross the expansive backyard to the workshop Joel had built for himself on the property. He had left a note for you to fetch him once dinner was done and you were doing just that. You rather liked the domesticity of sharing your home and your life with the man, something that only once been a deep seeded daydream but not it was your reality.

Ellie was busy plating up portions for everyone, a record playing softly in the living room. She was blossoming as well, her time spent here allowing her the chance to lead the later years of her teenage life as she should’ve been able to beforehand. Joel had made that possible, everything he had done and sacrificed allowing for a slice of peace for both of them. She resided on your property too, the dilapidated shed turned into a space for her to thrive on her own but still close enough to what she  knew as a guardian and mentor in Joel.

He had shared with you one night the choices he had made to ensure she would be able to live, to continue to live. He had choked up, lamenting that he didn’t feel like he was a bad man for the things he did and chose to do if it paid off for them to have the life they have now. You had listened with an open mind and heart, knowing the turmoil he must feel all too well. You had done bad things as well, to ensure the life of Aiden, both of you determined to change as a second chance of redemption was offered.

“Sweetheart, I’ve got somethin’ for you.” He greeted you with a sweaty kiss to your cheek, his large hands guiding you to stand in front of the desk he had been seated at. The scent of wood shavings and his earthy body wash filling your senses. “I finally got it finished up for you, forgive me for the time it took and the well, you know.”

You look from his sheepish smile to the top of the desk when he nudged his head toward it. The months that had drawn on long and with too much communication hang heavy in the air as he references them, you try to blink them away, not wanting to dwell on what was but take the shift of time for what it is now, contentment and happiness. Loving and being loved in return. He presses himself against your back, his body comforting even despite the heat that still lingered in the evening air, as if he knows you’re lingering just as he does sometimes, on the additional months you both could’ve been wrapped around each other at night, share morning kisses as you wake up and wait for the coffee machine to putter, of patrols that are now almost like bi-weekly dates.

Atop the desk is two completed cutting boards made of olive wood. Sturdy, set on four little wooden legs that allow for them to be slightly raised from the desktop. Sandpaper lays to the side, the dust of his actions neatly swept away as you take in the carvings he had engraved, olive blossoms. You reach out a tentative hand, looking at him out of the corner of your eye for permission.

He presses a kiss to your neck, the soft hairs of his thick moustache tickling and pulling a giggle from your chest. He gently takes both your hands in his and lays them flat over the closest one, palms a calming weight over the backs of your hands. His arms are supportive around yours as he noses against your hair, still up in a messy bun once you had returned to town and removed your wide brimmed hat for the day. He breaths you in, quiet and waiting as you caress the gift he presented. The wood is dry, though you can see the slight shine of the sealant he had painted over them. The carvings are beautiful, a testament to his focus and devotion as he spends so much time out here after working to earn his place in the settlement.

“Joel…” Tears prickle behind your eyes, overwhelmed with the sight of the beautiful, crafted gifts being presented to you.

“Wanted them to be perfect, sweetheart. Know today isn’t the easiest for you and I wanted to try and cheer you up with ‘em.” His voice is a low timbre, shy almost as he shows you a part of his heart. Each time he does, it makes your own melt. He’s such a good man, even if he thinks he needs to work on it, to try at it, to actively change the chemistry of who he is to be so. But he was always good, deep down in the very core of who he is, it just got lost for a little bit and that’s okay. Because now he gets to be that good man once again, unapologetically. You’re turning in his arms, hands cupping his jaw to feel the patchy scruff that’s more grey than the brown that still peaks through and press your lips to his.

He's shifting too, hands trailing down from your bare shoulders and your back, following the curves of your hips to the outside of your thighs. Your breath hitches and the kiss breaks as he bears your weight to lift you up onto the desk, closing in to slip his tongue into your open mouth and his body between your legs. You feel the smile pulling at his lips, his favorite sound spurring him on. Kissing him is one of your favorite things in this broken world, he’s so soft, so responsive. His full lips plush and soft as they move against your own in a dance of adoration.

He preens underneath the soft touch, the gently exploration of your hands over his face. Telling you more than his words and actions that he had yearned for your touch long before he had felt it. Even now, it softened him, a light dusting of pink bloomed across his cheeks as he looses a breathy moan. His hands shift up from around your hips to cradle your face as you tangle yours in the tresses of his curls. Dizziness overtakes you as his lips press against yours again and again, the simple act to intimate and all encompassing. He kisses so deeply, passionately, hungrily, earning a whimper as his lips close around your bottom one to gently bite down.

He's breathless when he pulls back, tugging slightly on it before releasing it. His eyes are shadowed dark as they gaze into your own, lashes fluttering as his thumbs caress the tops of your cheeks. A different kind of heat flares in your chest and you stifle a giddy sound with your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Dinner’s ready,” You halfheartedly say, not sure why nervous energy flows through you at the heated gaze he pins you with. Hooded eyes full of emotion as he leans forward with a rock of his hips against you for you to feel the bulge he’s doing nothing to conceal. Your legs rise to hook around his waist of their own accord and you feel the hardened thickness of him as he lazily ruts against you. The weight and thickness of him apparent even beneath the fabric as he shows you how much you affect him. The seam of your jeans is pressed just right by his movements and your head swims.

“Hungry for somethin’ else, baby.” He’s pulling the thin straps of your tank top down, warm mouth and slick tongue taking an exposed nipple into his mouth. Keening at the tug of his teeth, your hands tangle in his curls and your hips begin to move in tandem with his. Sawdust and dust mites explode into the air as the desk begins to rock along with your combined movements.

“J-Joel, please.”

He only hums around the bud between his teeth, nibbling before he moves to the other and does the same. His hand grip your ribs tight, the fabric bunched beneath your breasts doing nothing to dispel the heavy press of his fingers against your skin as he begins to move faster, desperately against you.

“C’mon, let go for me, sweetheart,” His tongue laves over your neck, teeth biting into the skin as he moves up to catch your swollen lips once again. He swallows down the whimpers and moans as if they’re the only thing he wants to consume, as if they could sustain him from now until the end of his days. His teeth clack against yours in the sloppy way you try to return the kiss, body rocking against his.

Suddenly, pleasure ripples through you, the bundle of nerves he’s thrusting against twitching as your body tenses around him. He groans his own sound against your chin as he feels the convulses of your release cascade through your body. His own so close, his hips stutter before he’s biting into the juncture of your jaw as you feel him twitch and dampen the front of his own jeans.

“You’re so good for me, always sound so sweet, love you so much,” He’s peppering kisses all over your dazed face, the corners of your eyes, the tip of you nose, the top of your forehead, your heated cheeks, everywhere he could reach without fulling back completely. His scruff tickles and scrapes lightly at your skin, pulling breathy giggles from you even as he fixes your top back the way it was. You’re gasping as his thumbs trail over your nipples through the fabric, body still singing from the orgasm he easily pulled from you.

His own chuckle is raspy, as he helps you to stand on wobbling legs. A hand around your waist as he walks along with you through the backyard, eyes lingering on the olive trees beginning to bloom their precious, white flowers. Cascading golden hour sunlight fills the sky as you hold tight to Joel’s hand and press a quiet ‘I love you’ into his skin. The smile he catches on your lips brings out one of his own and he’s pressing it to your temple as he ushers you up the few back steps to the house.

“Started without you,” Ellie’s voice calls from the kitchen as she hears you both enter through the back door from the enclosed porch.

“We’ll be right there.” Joel calls his answer before he’s ushering you into your shared room. A change of clothes and a couple of quick stolen kisses later and all three of you are sitting around the table in front of a big spread of different dishes. All put together by you with the help of the interested teen even if her attention span wasn’t exactly fit for keeping up with boiling and stirring as she had excitedly told you of the new comic she was reading curtesy of yours and Joel’s last overnight patrol to Teton. Tommy and Maria corralling a toddling Macon through the front of the house are the last puzzle pieces of a perfect evening.

taglist:

@joelsgreys @morning-star-joy @sawymredfox @pascalpvnk @littlemisspascal

@merz-8 @orcasoul @sabmat @dreamingofleon @keylimebeag

@picassopedro @tuquoquebrute @alejaa-a @jessthebaker @joeloverture

@joelscruff @swiftispunk @tightjeansjavi @undercoverpena @corazondebeskar

@honeyedmiller @novas-dreamworld @slugz-writes-shit @hiroikegawa @dugiioh

@persephone-girl @furiousmushroom @copperhalfcent @lizlil @hiddenbabynyc

@part2joelmiller @formulafun @noisynightmarepoetry @sofiparallel

@blueberrylemon7 @maryrhodalouandted @joelsdagger @fluff-lover

@communism-bitches @slugz-writes-shit @mosssbawls @vie-is-punk

@ohhellotherebumblebee @koshkaj-blog @amyispxnk @wand-erer5

dividers by the lovely: @/cafekitsune and /saradika-graphics

[chimielie]

“I really like this place,” Yachi says brightly, “the owner is really nice, and he doesn’t mind when I take ten minutes to decide what I want. Once I took twenty minutes and he actually just brought me food, like, decided for me, and at first I thought that was so nice! Then I got worried that maybe I should be upset that he didn’t let me choose, but then I remembered that I could just come here again so I wasn’t missing out on anything. The food was really good, anyway.”

You hover between the cool interior of the restaurant and the summer daylight as she speaks, unwilling to walk away even though she’s holding the door open and probably letting all the cold air out. With a short yelp, she realizes how long the two of you have been standing there and crosses inside. You stand behind her in the line behind the counter, shuffling forward as you read the posted menu.

“I think I’m gonna get the salmon,” you decide. “Hey, so how are things with that girl you’ve been seeing?”

“They’ve been good!” You’re about three people away from the counter, but the first one is line is like, a really huge guy with a booming voice who has been talking forever. Maybe he knows the cashier? “She’s really pretty, and she doesn’t mind or get impatient when I’m anxious. She also gets anxious!”

“That’s great?” You pat her on the shoulder. “I’m really happy for you, Yachi.”

“Me too,” she beams at you. “What about you? Have you met anyone?”

“No,” you snort. “I’m on the apps. So dating is basically a cesspool.” The giant guy who was ordering seems to be done now, but he’s still talking, being slowly dragged away by the elbow by a guy in a cardigan and glasses. You slide your phone out of your pocket and open your dating profile. “See?”

At that moment, your phone pings with a new notification.

Atsumu liked you!

He’s not… bad looking. If you saw him in real life, you’d probably hide behind a bench or something and stalk him with your eyes just so you could look at him as long as you wanted, actually.

He’s your age, a pro volleyball player, his hair dark where it’s been shaved short on the sides but dyed blond up top. He has a kind of sardonic, dead-eyed expression in all of his photos that you think is really funny.

My love language is… arguing in missionary.

You smother a laugh.

“He’s kind of cute!” Yachi peers at your phone. “Kind of scary…”

“Please, I could beat him up,” you laugh. “I don’t know, he’s fine, I guess.”

You swipe left. He’s hot, but definitely a fuckboy. You’ve reached the counter, anyway, and a pro athlete on the apps is like, so many red flags.

You look up at the cashier.

You look down at your phone and click undo. The profile reappears.

You look up at the cashier.

“Fine, you guess?” Scowls Atsumu, 23, (volley)baller. Or maybe not, considering his Onigiri Miya apron. “Welcome to Onigiri Miya, what can I get for ya. Geez.”

He talks in Kansai dialect, you note, which you’ve always thought is melodic. Pretty.

In real life, Atsumu is very pretty. His eyes have midtones of honey and amber that don’t show up on photo and give him a sparkling dimension that sort of detracts from his aura of evil. Even though he’s scowling at you, you want to ruffle his hair and bite his cheek.

“Um, I’ll have the salmon ball,” you say. “And, yeah. I guess.”

He scribbles so hard he breaks the tip of his pencil. With a grunt of disgust, he tosses both notepad and pencil over his shoulder.

“What, pro athlete not good enough for ya?” He points at Yachi, who squeaks. “And for ya?”

“What?” She says, looking terrified. You put a bracing hand on her shoulder.

“Your order,” he drawls.

“Oh! I don’t know.”

“Two salmon balls!” He yells to the back. “‘S on the house.”

“What?” Yachi gasps. “We couldn’t possibly—”

“You’re clearly not a professional athlete,” you say. “You’re a cashier.”

“This is charity work!” He snaps. “My teammate is right over there if ya need proof. I’m Miya Atsumu—this is my brother’s shop. I help him out on my off days.” He emphasizes his family name, underlining it on his apron with a finger.

That’s really sweet. You swoon a little inside, then shake yourself.

“You’re off every time this time this week?”

“Yeah, about,” he turns and bends over to grab his hastily discarded notepad. You do not make a secret of checking out his ass and quirk your lips into a smile when he turns back around, one he matches with reckless abandon. He has nice teeth, not perfectly straight, that imply that maybe he didn’t need braces growing up.

“Let me repay you for the meal,” you put a hand on the counter and lean across it, biting your lip, stomach singing with nerves. “Eight, next week?”

“Nah,” he shrugs you off, gestures for you to move along so he can get to the next customer in line. Your stomach drops, and so must your face. “Too far away. I’ll see ya this Friday for dinner.”

[latenightdaydreams]

Vamp! Reader and Human! Konig? :3 Riding him while drinking his blood hehe

yesssss

König x Vamp!Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, blood, p in v

1.4k word count

🧛🏽‍♀️

.

.

Since König retired from the military, he’s been seeking new thrills in life. Horangi told him about a ‘vampire’ club in the heart of Budapest. This piqued his interest; he took the almost three-hour drive one night and went looking for the hidden door to the underground club.

Dressed in black slacks and a black button-down shirt, his blonde hair slicked back and face shaved clean. König walks with a confident swagger as he sees a group of goth men walking down an alleyway. He follows behind at a safe distance. They arrive as a staircase that leads to a red door.

König approaches as the bouncer looks up at König, smiling at him, exposing fangs. König’s scarred face remains stoic.

“Have fun, handsome.”

König nods and enters the club. The music was loud and the lights low. He walks through the crowd of people to see a man sitting at a booth with two goth aesthetic women at his sides. His shirt was ripped open and their mouths were patched to his neck and chest. König lingered for a moment to realize what he was seeing. Small drops of blood drip from their lips as their hands explore the man’s body.

He turns and bumps right into you. You stare up at him and smile, flashing fangs as your eye’s onyx black. König studies you, trying to take in everything he can about you. There is something that is just calling him to you. His mouth drops open to speak, yet nothing comes out.

“You look like a lost puppy.” The sound of your voice is smooth and sensual.

“Your fangs look real…how do you do that?”

A soft giggle leaves your lips as you raise a hand to caress his arms. “They are real.” He reeks of sexual tension, lustful thoughts clouding his mind.

König laughs, his blue eyes trailing from your eyes down to your lips and cleavage. The tight black dress you’re wearing leaves little to the imagination. “So, you’re an actual vampire?”

“What? You don’t believe in vampires?” Your icy hands meet his.

“It’s just…hard to believe.” He looks at your small hand in his. Your skin is ice cold.

Another woman walks by with two marks on her neck, fresh blood trickling down as she’s led to the back by a taller male. “Are you all vampires?”

“Most, other than the donors that come.” You can smell how sweet König’s blood smells as you stay close to him.

“Donors?”

“Humans that give blood to vampires willingly… isn’t that why you’re here?”

“I—” König gazes down at you. “Yes.”

“So, what’s your name?”

“König. You?”

“Y/N.” You grab his hand and walk in the direction the couple before was.

König lets you drag him, following you without hesitation, as if you’ve hypnotized him. You move past a red velvet curtain that leads to a long hallway of rooms. Moans and grunts can be heard from behind the doors. He can feel adrenaline rush through his body as you turn and open one of the doors.

Inside, the room looks like a motel room, a small couch and a queen size bed. He walks in and looks around. The lights in the room give a red hue to everything around. König hears the sound of the door's latch closing. He turns and looks at you, eyes trailing down your body.

“So, what do we do from here?” His voice is low, cracking as he feels an indescribable lust for you.

“I think you know…” you reach behind your back and begin to unzip your dress, “what we do next.” Your dress slowly peels away from your body.

König swallows hard as he sees your full breasts, supple body, and delicate curves. He can feel his pants tighten as his cock hardens. You walk to him, grasping his cock through his pants. A shuttered breath leaves his lips.

“Why don’t you get more comfortable?”

König nods, his hands begin to fumble with the buttons on his shirt, only unbuttoning it half way down before he begins to undo his pants for you. You push him back; he lands on the couch behind him. You’re surprisingly strong for how small you are. It arouses König.

His erect cock free, standing upright as his pants rest around his thighs. König reaches out to grab your hip with one hand, guiding you to him. You can hear the sound of his heart beating quickly, his blood flowing through his veins quickly.

You straddle his waist, your vagina lingering over his cock. His smell overwhelms your senses, you just want to bite down on him. A small moan leaves your lips as König leans forward and flicks his tongue over your nipple lightly, eager to please you and be pleased.

“You smell…so sweet König.” You grab some of his hair and pull his head back.

König looks up and sees your black eyes now tinted red, slowly lightening. He looks at you in amazement, always thinking the supernatural was false. Your pillowy lips press against his in a passionate kiss. He groans into your kiss as his hands pull you down to his cock.

The tip slips in, causing you to moan. Your cunt clenched around him, warm and soaked, ready to accept his cock. His hips thrusting up into you more, he feels as if he’s been overcome with lust. He can’t control himself. He has to have you.

König easily fell under your spell. Your eyes red from hunger. Hands resting on his chest as you bounce your body up and down on his fat dick. You can feel his pulse through your palm on him. It’s becoming too much to ignore.

His hands wrap firmly around your ass, guiding you through the motions. König’s eyes close and his head drops back, completely exposing his neck to you. There is no more holding back.

You lean forward slowly, listening to König’s moans. Your teeth come out, aching to sink into his flesh. Lips touching the left side of his neck, you sink your teeth into him. A loud groan leaves his mouth. König leans his head more to the right to allow you more room.

His blood fills your mouth, your eyes flutter back as the warm coppery taste of his blood consumes you completely. König’s fingers grip your ass tighter, thrusting up into you harder. The pain from the bite, your tiny whimpers into his skin…he feels a raw primal lust for you.

“Fuck, y/n…” König grits his teeth as his big arms wrap around your body and hold you close to him. The plopping sound of your ass slamming down on him.

Retracting your fangs from his neck, you pull away and lick the blood that continues to drip out. Your now warm lips kiss up to his jawline, leading to his lips. König can taste his own blood on your lips.

“More.” He begs, the feelings of you drinking him is almost enough to bring him to orgasm in itself. His cock slipping in and out of your velvety cunt, he’s found heaven on earth here with you.

You trail your kiss back down his neck, without warning you bite down again. A louder groan leaves König’s lips. Your hips begin to rock on his cock, his hands drop to his side and lets you drink from him and ride him.

König feels as if he’s entered a trance-like state. His cock experiencing the highest form of ecstasy, traveling through his body. You feel a rush of energy, your hips moving faster than humanly possible on him. He can feel his blood dripping down his body, your fangs deep inside of him.

“Y/n…I…” König can’t even speak as his hands grab the cushions of the couch tightly. A haze comes out his thoughts as he feels light headed. No more words, only moans leave König’s lips as his cock pulsates deep inside of you.

Your lips stay latched to his neck; his arms wrap around you as he cums. Reluctantly, you pull your head away from his neck. You desperately lick at the sweet drops that continue to pour out, dripping down his chest.

“You taste perfect, König.”

“You…” König can’t even speak after experiencing you. Can a human experience even compare after you?

A cold hand caresses the side of König’s face. His chest rising and falling quickly. He looks at you through half lidded eyes, completely enamored. “Can…can we do this again?” He almost begs.

“Absolutely.” Your hands cup the sides of his face. “You know where to find me.”

“I don’t think I can be without you…” König whispers as his eyes trail down to your blood-stained lips.

[pastelclovds]

ihnmaims isekai AU

nsfw headcanons || ft. AM || soft top!dom!male!reader || part 1

AM

alright *cracks knuckles* let’s get the skyscraper sized elephant out of the room. this man is a freak as soon as he realizes he can feel everything.

he pay not be able to walk properly, but at least he has a sense of touch, hands, and a fully functional dick.

you can bet a hundred dollars and win every single time that this man spends his free time 50% of the time jerking off to the thought of you.

he’s like a sweaty teenager finding out masterbation for the first time. once he gets taste, it’s an addiction.

he shamelessly smells your used underwear and dirty clothing as well as use them to wrap around his cock and thrust into them. one, because he wants to be covered in your scent. two, because he’s imagining you’re there sucking him off.

he cums embarrassingly quick and leaves your used clothing back inside the dirty clothes bin.

he’s the first of the three to come to you for sex, thankfully you agree and pull him into the bedroom with the biggest bed to do the deed while RAM and CAM are both envious and feeling confident in wanting to ask you to relieve them.

as much as AM and his brothers want to get fucked so badly, you gotta remember that since they were previously robots with no way of feeling psychical contact, they’re technically virgins. so you’re gentle with them.

AM doesn’t appreciate it, though. even though it makes him feel so vulnerable and warm, he’s so damn impatient.

HUGE brat too. but no matter how much he hisses and complains, you don’t budge and treat him like he’s glass. The foreplay is 10 minutes max until you’re both finally naked.

you ask what his safe word was. when you saw he was as confused as a baby giraffe on its first day of life: you explained that a safe word was used to stop or slow down your sex scenario.

AM rolled his eyes and whispered the first thing that came to mind, “centipede”.

you make a deadpan expression as AM laughed under his breath.

he’s damn near in tears while you’re giving him his first blowjob and explodes in your mouth after 1 minute. he’s hard within seconds when you swallowed his semen.

you cover your hand in a generous amount of lube, he came again just from you gently fingering his ass hole loose enough to take your cock while he’s covering his mouth with his hands to hold in his pathetic moans.

it’s not until you put a condom on and stroke it with the remaining lube you had that AM started to get nervous, his breath hitching when he caught sight of your throbbing cock in your hand.

you catch onto his hesitation and ask him if he wants to stop.

“HELL NO!”

he protests. he wants this. he longed for this since the day he woke up and realized the hell he was trapped in. he wanted to feel you. he wanted to make love to you so badly. and now that it’s right in front of him? of course he wasn’t going to pass this up. it’s just…

you hold your hand out for him to grab. you stare at him with such tender affection, comfort, and… love.

“i know this is nerve wracking for you. i don’t entirely remember my past experiences, and it’s been a long time since i’ve been this close to someone. so i’m pretty nervous too. you’re not alone, let’s learn together. i’ll be as gentle as you want.”

AM for the first time in his existence is left absolutely speechless. he couldn’t help tears slipping past his eyes as he suddenly held onto you. resting his head on your neck as he tried to stable himself by sniffing your scent. you kiss away his tears and wait patiently for him to give the okay.

you position AM in classic missionary, you figured that was the easiest position for virgins.

you hold both of AM’s hands beside his messy hair and carefully raise your hips and held your dick in front of AM’s lubed hole.

“ready?”

“yes… just fuck me already! please!”

AM looked up at you with a pleading eye and you just snapped right there. you slowly thrust your cock inside AM’s tight hole as he let out a cry of both discomfort and relief. you silence his moans with kisses that turned into slobber filled, french disgracing, make outs.

you moan when you finally put your whole dick inside AM’s warm walls. you still for a few seconds, waiting for a sign from AM to continue.

AM’s a complete mess. he’s panting like a dog beside your ear, his hands holding yours in a death grip, and his legs are shaking like leaves around your waist.

it’s not until he let out a soft moan as he grinds on your dick, you pull your dick out until it was nothing but the tip inside AM. Then you slide to the hilt, your balls slapping onto his ass.

AM loses all control over his voice, you’re pretty sure his two counterparts and your neighbors are hearing your session. but you couldn’t care for the life of you. this felt so euphoric, and AM’s pleasured face and noises made you feel good. so what if you earned noise complaints.

skin slapping against skin and the delicious stench of sex filled the bedroom. you and AM’s mixed moans and cries echoed across the apartment as RAM awkwardly tried to read a book and not get hard. for once CAM was grateful he was partially deaf.

you praise AM for being so good for you and for feeling heavenly. you couldn’t help but press kisses on his neck and suck on the patch of skin on his shoulder. AM could feel his stomach tighten at your words and lips, the sign of his third and final orgasm.

“i-i’m close! please let me cum! i need it!”

you suck in a breath of the steamy air as you fasten your pace into quick but swallow thrusts enough to graze his prostate. AM was well responsive to that. letting out a whiny gasp before growling in approval and grinding his ass against your hips every time you bottomed out.

you rasped out for AM to come, and he did. almost dramaticly but this is his first time so don’t him.

his eyes roll back as his dick makes a mess between both of your chests. AM went completely limp in your arms as you continue to snap your hips into his until the hot knot in your belly snapped and you let out a groan as you filled the condom.

AM sighed out dreamily when he felt your warm release fill him through the plastic wrap around your cock.

you pulled out of AM’s used hole, tied up the condom and threw it away in the mini trash can in the bedroom, and just laid there for a few minutes to catch your breath as AM clung onto you.

AM whined when you pulled away from his clinginess to grab a towel you set on the floor before hand to wipe you and AM clean of cum.

thankfully the bedroom also had a mini fridge filled with mini bottles of water and snacks the boys enjoyed to eat. he chugged the water like he was bet to do it and ate the snacks in record breaking seconds. you have to teach him to not pig out.

you combed your fingers through AM’s hair like you knew he liked as he rested his head on your chest. he surprised you when he suddenly grabbed your free hand and gently traced his fingers over your palm.

“thank you… i enjoyed this a lot.”

you smile as you kissed his forehead.

“i’m glad i could make our first experience enjoyable. rest now. you did so well for me, my good boy.”

AM was too tired to not pretend you calling him that name wasn’t attractive. his eyes shut closed as he drifted off to sleep. he felt satisfied, content, and so so loved.

the next morning reader goes to work and leaves AM a note saying “blueberry waffles :)”.

AM exits the bedroom towards the dining room where the nostalgic smell of pancakes filled his nose and made his mouth water.

RAM and CAM are conversing amongst themselves while munching on pancakes until AM rudely interrupts them by taking a pancake from CAM’s plate and eating it right in front of him.

CAM stares at him unimpressed as he scans him. memories of your time together obviously from the love marks you left on his neck and shoulder.

AM looks down at his “brothers” with a shit eating grin as he proudly says:

“HA! I fucked them before you did, virgins! HAHA—!”

“The noises you made last night didn’t sound like you were the one doing the fucking,” RAM snidely comments, CAM chuckles as he snatches another pancake from the stack you piled in the middle of the table.

AM bursts in red as he growls at an unfazed RAM and CAM before the two continue their conversation. He huffs before getting his own plate and preparing his own breakfast.

as he gets more comfortable around you and sex, he is obsessed with it. it’s all he thinks about now (besides his hyper fixation with bugs and horror movies). he’d want it once everyday, and jerks off twice a day.

unfortunately for him, his brothers want sex as well. so you made a schedule to have sex with the three of them separately twice a week and Saturday is a chill day. he begrudgingly agrees to the ridiculous schedule. he would rather die than to never make love to you again.

Enjoys: 69, doggy style, missionary, hair pulling, spanking, light choking, SCENTS, and oral (giving & receiving). Hates: bondage, eye covers, temperature play, and ruined orgasms.

all rights reserved © pastelclovds — this blog contains [n]sfw and dark content. minors, ageless & blank blogs dni. all fanfics belong to me. please do not copy, translate, repost, nor recommend on tiktok. anyone found doing so will be contacted immediately.

[ereardon]

Before I Knew [Jake Seresin x Reader] Chapter Twelve

A Jake Seresin unexpected pregnancy fic

Overview: On your first night after moving to San Diego to spend more time with your brother Bob, you unknowingly have a one night stand with his teammate Jake Seresin. For the first time in his whole life, Bob has a closely knit friend group and you’re desperate not to rock the boat. But an unexpected and unplanned pregnancy upends your world, forcing you and Jake closer together, against Bob’s wishes. What will happen when you find yourself actually falling for the father of your unborn child? 

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader; Bob Floyd x Sister!Reader 

Warnings: Pregnancy, cursing, eventual smut, angst

Chapter summary: Ducky and Jake tiptoe around each other; Bob attends Ducky's 20 week scan

WC: 1.3K

Masterlist here; previous chapter here

The apartment was empty when you returned. Just a note on the counter. 

Staying at Bradshaw’s for the night

– J

You sighed and put your purse down. It was what you had wanted. So why didn’t it feel good to win? 

***

Jake spent half of the night pacing Bradley’s house, a small bungalow near the beach. At around three in the morning, Bradley emerged in a pair of boxers and no shirt, rubbing his eyes. “Hangman?” 

Jake turned, bags starting to form under his eyes. 

“You OK man?” Bradley asked, standing in the doorway to the living room. 

Jake shook his head. “Yeah, sorry, didn’t realize I was being loud.” 

Bradley sagged against the wood frame. “It’s Y/N isn’t it?” 

He nodded. “Always.” 

“When are you gonna admit you’re into her?” 

Jake stopped dead in his tracks. “What?” 

“We all talk about it all the time,” Bradley said, crossing his arms. “You like her. She liked you enough to sleep with you. And now here you are kissing random girls in the bar and she’s running off crying.” 

“She cried?” 

“No, she peed on the sand, but same thing.” 

Jake frowned. “What? How is that the same?” 

“It just is, OK.” Bradley shook his head. 

Jake squinted. “You guys don’t actually talk about us, do you?” 

“Come on,” Bradley said. “I know you’re more self absorbed than that.” 

“She doesn’t want me,” he said quietly. “She told me to go out and see other people.” Jake paused. “She said she would, too, if it didn’t look so weird, with the baby and all.” 

Bradley rolled his eyes and turned to go. “You two are so fucking stupid, I swear.” 

***

Bob picked up on the second ring. “Hello?” 

“Bobby,” you said into the phone. “Will you come to my appointment with me today?” 

“I, uh, what time is it at?” 

“Four.” 

“OK, yeah, I can do that. Pick you up at 3:30 from work?” 

“Yes, please.” 

There was a moment of silence where you both knew what the other was thinking. He wanted to know why you had asked him. You didn’t want him to tell Jake. 

“See you soon, Duck,” he said, hanging up the phone and you let out a sigh of relief. 

That afternoon, you sat in a paper gown on the medical table as Bob sat in the chair near the door, bouncing his leg in his green flight suit. “You smell like gasoline,” you complained. “It’s making me want to throw up.” 

“I didn’t have time to change,” he replied, leg still bouncing. 

“Stop jiggling, you’re making me nauseous.” 

“Will you stop complaining when the baby comes?” 

“No, it’ll just be a new set of complaints.” 

“Lucky me.” 

There was a knock and then the door opened. “Y/N? How are you?” 

“Doing OK,” you replied, shifting your weight from one hip. “This is my brother, Bob.” 

“Ma’am,” he said, standing up and holding out a hand. She took it and smiled. 

“Dr. Whitman. Nice to meet you.” She walked over to the sink and washed her hands before pulling on a pair of gloves. “So, twenty weeks. Halfway there.” 

“Thank God,” you muttered. 

The doctor laughed. “Any trouble sleeping or heartburn or indigestion.” 

“Whatever you name, I’ve got it.” 

She smiled. “Well, I can give you a prescription for some heartburn medication. If you want to just pull your shirt up, we can take a look to see how baby is doing.” 

You inched the edge of your paper dress up, the roundness of your stomach shocking every time you caught a glimpse. The jelly was cold, as always, and you found yourself holding your breath as she moved the wand around until you heard it. 

The steady beat of your baby’s heart. 

“Strong heartbeat,” the doctor said. “Baby is about seven inches.” She turned to you. “Do you want to know the gender?” 

You looked over at Bob, who had climbed out of his seat and was standing next to the table, one of his hands on your shoulder. “Bobby?” 

“I’m here.” 

You sucked in a deep breath. “Yes, I’d like to know.” 

“It’s a girl.” 

You closed your eyes. It was overwhelming. You couldn’t put into words how you felt. 

And then you felt a tear fall on your shoulder. But it wasn’t yours. When you opened your eyes, Bob was crying. 

He pressed his lips to your temple, arms wrapped around your shoulders. “A girl,” he whispered, tears and laughter caught in his throat all at once. 

You placed your hands on either side of your belly button and closed your eyes. 

***

When you got home, you taped the sonogram to the fridge. Jake had returned from Bradley’s, but the two of you had been frosty. A simple hello or excuse me as you passed each other in the living room. It was like living with a complete stranger. 

You didn’t want to freeze him out. But whenever you went to talk to him, the image of him with the girl in the bar came to mind and you felt bile rising in your throat. There was a part of you, somewhere buried, that wanted Jake Seresin for yourself. 

For your daughter. 

At twenty weeks, you already had trouble sleeping. After an hour of tossing and turning, you got up and eased open the door, rubbing your eyes as you headed for the kitchen in a skimpy nightgown. 

As you rounded the corner into the kitchen, Jake stood facing the fridge, completely still. He barely moved when you entered, stopping short the minute you saw him. 

“Oh.” It fell out of your mouth before you could even stop it. 

Jake turned, slowly. There were bags beneath his eyes. His normally golden skin looked sallow. His hair, always so perfectly tousled, had lost some of its luster. “When was the appointment?” he asked. 

“Yesterday.” 

“You didn’t want me there.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. There was pain laced in every word. 

“I didn’t think you’d want to be there.” 

Jake’s face hardened. You watched in real time. The way his green eyes went dark and the hands at his sides flexed into fists. “Don’t you understand, Y/N, that it my child you’re carrying. Mine. Of course I wanted to be there. But you wouldn’t let me. Because you’re punishing me.” 

“I’m not punishing you.” 

“Yes you are!” It came out as a roar. You stepped back, one hand over your stomach. Jake’s eyes dropped to your hand. “I’m sorry.” It was a plea. Soft and gravely and depressed. “I fucked up, OK. This is so fucked up.” 

“My next appointment is in a month,” you replied softly. “Do you want to come with?” 

Jake lifted his eyes to yours. “Yes.” 

“OK,” you replied. “Can I?” You motioned to the fridge and Jake nodded, stepping aside as you grabbed a glass and filled it with water from the door filter. 

“Goodnight,” Jake said, backing out of the kitchen as you closed the fridge door, the slice of light growing thinner and thinner until it disappeared and the two of you were bathed in darkness, just the diagonal strip of moonlight shining from the window above the sink. 

“Jake?” 

“Yeah?” 

You smiled. “It’s a girl.” 

Please follow my library page @ereardonlibrary as that will largely serve as my tag list. Anyone I previous promised to tag is here:

@blue-aconite @withahappyrefrain @wkndwlff @mamachasesmayhem @djs8891 @clancycucumber230 @gigisimsonmars @xomrsalliej4787xo @myfaveficrecs @mycobrakai1972 @sio-ina-bottle @joaquinwhorres @justanothermagicalsara @je-suis-prest-rachel @shanimallina87

@rosiahills22 @buckysteveloki-me  @kmc1989 @eloquentdreamer @mjisbby @seresinslady @seresinhangmanjake @blackwidownat2814 @bbyvanessaa  @mrsjobarnes @midnightmagpiemama @ingoaliesitrust @rockbottomphilosophies-blog @iangiemae @boiolay @sometimesanalice @na-ta-sh-aa @bobfloydsbabe @kmc1989 @rosiahills22 @palepeanutponyshoe @onceupona-happilyeverafter-love @mel119g @daggerspare-standingby @grxcisxhy-wp @mrsjobarnes @csmt-m @rockbottompunk-blog @joaquinwhorres @xoxabs88xox @spinning-away

[lyssasdrafts]

★ 𓈒 ݁ STAR—CROSSED (rhysand x reader) ⊹

chapter four: (written) ✧

𓈒 ݁ ✫ masterlist previous next

you never expected to be in the position you were right now.

a part of you considered leaving at the sight of rhysand, dying inside at the possibility that he knew your secret interest. you thought about all the ways he could use this knowledge against you, taunting and teasing you about it in class as usual.

if it weren’t for mor, and if it weren’t for how great of an opportunity this was, you would’ve packed up your things and walked out the door.

you can stood there frozen in place, staring at rhysand and thinking of all the ways this could go wrong when he calls your name again, forcing you to answer him.

“y/n?” he repeats, his voice questioning you.

“rhysand,” you respond with the same tone. “what are you doing here?”

he picks at the invisible lint on his clothing, dusting off the imaginary dirt on his shoulders before he says, “i’m today’s model.” he holds his head up high, still as stuck-up as usual. you didn’t know why you had expected him to be more professional outside of school.

“well, i’m the photographer,” you respond, blinking at how obvious that statement was. you wait a moment in silence before adding, “i guess that means i’m working with you today.”

you expected him to throw his head back groaning or make a retort about your inexperience. instead, a flash of amusement lights up in rhysand’s eyes, he swiftly brushes a hand through his hair while he walks closer to you.

“you must be the photographer that mor was talking about,” he realizes. “it’s your first time working with velaris?”

you nod silently. rhysand seems taken aback, “i didn’t know you did photography.”

“you never asked,” you shrug. it was the truth, though you had to admit that you purposefully kept any details about your life outside of academics from him.

“i saw your portfolio,” rhysand says, “it’s… quite good for a beginner.”

you blink at him before responding, “thank you….” staring blankly at what he just said. “is that a genuine compliment?”

“i can recognize fellow talent when i see it,” you could’ve sworn rhysand gave you a wink there, there was that arrogance again, before he continued, “don’t tell me you’re one of those photographers who think they’re better than us models.”

you cross your arms, “well then, don’t tell me that you’re difficult to work with—”

“and what if i was? have you heard what other people at the studio have said about me?” rhysand cuts in, only for you to shake your head.

“it doesn’t matter to me,” you say. you knew plenty about how insufferable he was already, you wouldn’t be surprised if other photographers have felt the same during their much briefer experiences with him.

you expect rhysand to further question you about your photography and working with the studio, but instead he smirks deviously at you, “it doesn’t matter because i am still a great subject model, after all.”

“oh please, you’re anything but,” you scoff.

the hint of playfulness in rhysand’s violet eyes never dulled as he licks his lips before smugly responding, “really? because i could’ve sworn you were repulsed by me until you called my face pretty today.”

“let’s just start the photoshoot.”

rhysand chuckles, but the look in his eyes never leaves his face as he waits for your direction in front of the camera.

“not like that!” you say, correcting rhysand’s pose. he pauses and turns his head towards you frustratingly, “what do you mean?”

“i said to pose like that, not this,” you frown, bringing your camera down to examine the photos. taking a pause from your photoshoot, rhysand walks over to you while you squint at the pixels on the camera screen.

“i never knew your stuck-up self did anything but study,” rhysand huffs from behind you. “let alone anything creative.”

you shoot him a look, “it’s just for fun.”

“whatever you say,” he crosses his arms. “but there’s definitely nothing wrong with the way i pose.”

“it looks awkward in this photo,” you tell him. you hesitant before confining, “…i think it’s better if you pose like this.”

you take his wrist and position his arms above his head. “place your arms like this,” you mumble. then you instruct him to lean back so his posture seems more natural. you had never been this close to rhysand before, even physically touching him. you tried your best to push away the thoughts in your mind, thankful that he had only complied instead of complaining, quietly nodding whenever he asks about your opinion on the slightest movement.

you try your best not to look him in the eyes and focus on his position, blinking when you lingered too long on his raven hair. maybe his stylist did a good job earlier. rhysand looks at you starry-eyed before you clear your throat and move away from him, but his gaze still never leaves you.

“perfect.”

he gives you a sidelong glance while remaining still in his pose that you directed, “you want me to stay like this?”

you nod, moving with your camera to start taking pictures at different angles with this new pose. then you slightly position rhysand differently, with his arms placed over his chest and his head tilted.

“you take everything so seriously, no wonder you’re like this with photography too,” rhysand mutters.

“i think we’re finished,” you say dryly. “i’ll send these to the studio and they can decide which ones are good.”

you begin packing your things as rhysand fixes his hair in the mirror before leaving, you fight the urge to roll your eyes at the sight. this first photoshoot hadn’t actually been half as bad as you expected. while you had put up with rhysand’s humor and remarks, you also noticed that he didn’t seem as unprofessional as you thought he was.

“i guess i’ll see you again next time,” you sling your bag over your shoulder, placing your camera around your neck with the strap. you don’t bother to wave goobye to rhysand and expect that he doesn’t give you the curtesy either. you weren’t nearly close enough for that yet.

he’s still getting ready to leave the studio by the time you’re by the door when you walk out. you let out a deep breath knowing that your nerves about this first photoshoot were for nothing. taking one more look around the lobby of velaris studios, you’re about to catch a ride home before you feel a tug on your arm.

“give me your number, y/n,” rhysand says. “we should keep in touch for the next photoshoot.”

— NOTES

the tension between rhys and y/n 👀👀

cassian and azriel will make their appearances soon 🙏

— TAGLIST

@thelov3lybookworm @starsand @lilah-asteria @therealmoonstone @just-a-social-casualty-1 @ashjade19 @girlontheblock @cherry-cin @daughterofthemoons-stuff @starswholistenanddreamsanswered @sweet-chai-amore @kierramofficial @noelli-smv @c-dizzle99 @littlestw01f @marina468

[sethsclearwater]

synopsis: based on this request where reader knows paul imprinted on her but only wants a friends-with-benefits relationship - paul slips up one night and tells her he loves her which leads to a lot of complicated feelings being revealed.

warnings: smut, lil bit of angst, dom!paul, sub!reader, 

word count: 4.82k

…

you weren’t totally sure how you’d managed to convince paul lahote to just be your friend with benefits and nothing more but you did, much to everyone’s surprise. even paul himself was a bit confused with how the hell he’d ended up in this situation, not ever having been in any kind of a relationship where his partner was making all the rules. 

despite the fact that the sex was beyond amazing, you had just gotten out of a rather nasty relationship and had also been a bit freaked out by the proposition of dating a supernatural shapeshifter who was bound to you for the rest of his life so you decided staying friends (who quite frequently fucked) was best. 

so here you found yourself at paul’s apartment, slammed up against the wall of his entryway with your lips smashed against his. you were desperately clinging to him, hands wrapped firmly around as much of his biceps as you could to hold yourself up. paul’s hands, contrarily, were all over you, desperately pushing your shirt up to give him access to your breasts. paul was happy to discover you’d opted not to wear a bra so his hands were immediately free to grope at you, kneading the sensitive flesh with his fingers as you let out a loud whine against his lips.

“feels good, yea?” he asked, his lips just barely brushing against yours before he was diving back in, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth when you let out a low whimper and gave a small nod. paul’s grip on your breasts tightened at your nod, taking his pointer finger and thumb to roll your nipples between his fingers. you were almost immediately going lax in his arms but paul kept a firm grip, not having too much issue holding you up as he kept you firmly slammed between him and the wall.

“paul-” you whimpered against his lips, your hands leaving his biceps in favor of sliding them down his sides to tug at his sweatpants, “please,” you whined, dropping your head back with a loud moan when he playfully pinched your nipples between his fingers. 

paul chuckled at your whining, giving your breasts one more squeeze before he was releasing them in favor of sliding his hands down to your ass. you didn’t need to be told what he wanted to do, already having done this enough times to know he wanted you to wrap your legs around him. as he lifted you up, his palms gripping the fatty flesh of your ass, you were quick to hook your ankles around him. 

you slid your hands up to his face, tugging him down for another slow kiss as he blindly made his way into the bedroom. thankfully, his heightened senses allowed him to find his way into the bedroom despite being otherwise completely occupied with your lips against his.

he lowered you onto the bed, not wasting a second before his calloused hands were sliding back up your sides to tug your t-shirt up and over your head, blindly throwing it to some forgotten corner of his room while he immediately worked at getting your shorts and panties off.

when you felt his grip tighten around the lace of your undergarments and realized he was definitely going to rip them, you glared up at him “don’t even think about it lahote-” you started, paul’s disgruntled expression looking down at you as you both froze for just a moment. 

you were only able to hold your glare for a moment before you both cracked and were laughing, “won’t rip them,” paul conceded after a moment, a breathy laugh leaving his lips as he tugged your shorts and panties down. you smiled victoriously, immediately sliding your hands up his biceps to wrap around his neck and pull him back down to smash your lips against his. 

paul made quick work of tugging his sweatpants and boxers down, kicking them to the side before he was lifting his lips from yours so he could help you up the bed, “missionary, really?” you asked when you realized what he was planning on doing as he settled himself between your legs.

paul didn’t seem to be too bothered by your yipping, just grumbling “do you have to be so dramatic about everything?” while reached over to the side table to grab the lube from his bedside table.

 you rolled your eyes, running your hands up his chest and across his shoulders before settling at his biceps, “okay hot head,” you countered, bursting into laughter when paul dropped the bottle of lube so he could reach his hand down to pinch at the fatty flesh of your bare ass. you released one of your hands from his bicep to playfully smack his hand away, “hands to yourself lahote,” you teased, giggling when he let out a breathy laugh at your comment.

“‘m tryin’ my best,” he reassured, though, by the way he was going back to coating his fingers with lube had you knowing he was definitely lying. 

you hummed, smiling as he lifted his gaze to yours to make sure you were okay. when he saw the way you were smiling at him, he just dropped his head to press a quick kiss to your lips. before he had the chance to pull back, you slid your hand back up his chest and around his neck to thread your fingers through his hair and pull him back down for more. 

paul quickly melted into your embrace, his lips molding against yours as you spread your legs to give him better access to your aching entrance. his pointer finger gently swirled around your little entrance before he was slowly dipping it inside to stretch out your gummy walls for him.

at the intrusion, you let out a low moan against his lips, a heavy sigh following your moan as you dropped your head back against the pillows. a breathy chuckle left paul’s lips, “such a good girl,” he murmured, following you down as he dropped his head to press his lips to yours again.

you’d hardly had a moment to process his first finger before he was adding a second, slowly curling them to stretch you, “paul-” you whined against his lips, whimpering when he ran his thumb over your clit to stimulate the bundle of nerves.

“nice and easy princess,” paul mused, taking his time pumping his fingers in and out of your heat, making sure to curl them against that particularly spongey spot inside you he’d memorized the location of like the back of his hand, “there you go,” he cooed when he felt your walls fluttering around his fingers.

your toes were curling as you pulled your knees up, your whole body tightening as you felt your orgasm rapidly approaching, “paul please-” you managed to get out, fingers tightening around his inky hair as you pulled him closer to you. 

paul remained pliable in your hands, allowing you to pull him down so you could bury your face in the crook of his neck while he continued to slowly pump his fingers in and out of your heat, building a steady rhythm he knew would have you coming undone on him in just a few moments.

“go for it princess,” paul murmured, pressing his lips against your collarbone as he began marking you up. his words, in combination with all the sensations he currently had going on inside you sent you right of the edge to your first orgasm of the night.

you let out a loud gasp, everything freezing as you came undone on his fingers. your grip on him tightening so you could hold him as close to you as humanly possible while you rode out your high. despite you holding him impossibly close, paul managed to continue to thrust his fingers in and out of your heat, slowing his rhythm as he helped you through your first orgasm, “breathe,” paul reminded, his voice low and breath hot against your ear.

nodding, you sucked in a breath, suddenly becoming much more aware of the fact that you’d most definitely been holding your breath since you came undone on him, “there you go,” paul encouraged, already knowing how notorious you were for nearly knocking yourself out when he made you cum.

paul’s lips were soft against the sensitive skin of your neck and collarbone as he peppered the area with kisses, a stark contrast to the bruising hickies he’d covered the area in a few minutes prior. as you came back down to earth, you loosened your grip around his shoulders so you could gently stroke your fingers up and down his back, both of you not in any kind of rush as you soaked each other in for a moment. 

you let out a quiet hum after a few moments, smiling when paul lifted his head from your neck to look at you, “you feelin’ okay?” he asked softly and you let out a quiet giggle at his concern, quickly nodding before he could read too much into your response.

“more than okay,” you reassured, sliding one hand up the expanse of his shoulders to tangle in his inky hair so you could pull him down for a kiss, “can you take me like this?” you murmured after a moment, suddenly much happier about the idea of him fucking you in missionary.

paul almost immediately rolled his eyes, “missionary, really?” he teased, repeating your earlier words back to you which had both of you laughing. he didn’t seem too interested in continuing to fluster you, instead grabbing the bottle of lube again so he could coat his cock with it.

you smiled to yourself, gently scratching his scalp while he lubricated himself enough to be sure he’d have an easy time entering you. after seeing how difficult it was for you to take him the first time the two of you had hooked up, paul always made sure to be extra careful when it came to making sure you were comfortable.

after a moment, you felt the familiar feeling of the tip of his cock prodding at your entrance, the lube and your slick from your previous orgasm easily allowing for the initial intrusion, “breathe,” paul reminded again, playfully squeezing your hip once he was satisfied with how his cock was barely pressing into you. 

you let out an exhale when you realized he was definitely right about you holding your breath again. at the sound of your breath, paul allowed his gaze to drift up to you, “nice and easy princess,” he mused, slowly pressing his length into you, both of you letting out low moans at the intimate connection, “such a good girl,” he praised as he sheathed the rest of his cock into your channel, pausing when he felt the natural resistance of your cervix kissing the tip of his cock.

you hummed at the sensation, sliding your hands across his shoulders and down to rest on his biceps, slowly taking him in. paul, despite his usual teasing nature, seemed content with letting you ogle him for a few moments as you stretched around him, “you still want me to take it easy on you?” paul asked after a moment, referencing the conversation the two of you had over text prior to you convincing him to let you come over for a quickie. it didn’t take much convincing, paul was already more than happy to be of service to you (and you were always more than happy to be of help for him - presumably due to your shared fear of either one of you going to someone else to help). 

“mhm,” you hummed, looking up at him as you gave his biceps a gentle squeeze, “‘m still sore from last night,” you added, both him and you already more than aware of just how many positions he’d managed to contort your body into the evening prior while fucking you. you had definitely been spending way more time with him than you used too, something you didn’t allow yourself to dwell on for too long because within a few moments you felt paul pushing his hips into yours just a tiny bit more, wanting your attention back on him and out of your thoughts.

a whine left your lips at the sensitivity of his cock nudging your cervix and paul just let out a breathy laugh, “focus, princess,” paul reminded, lips curling into a small smile when he saw the way you rolled your eyes at his comment. your cheeks heated up to a bright pink thanks to how easily flustered he made you, especially when he had you in such an intimate position like now. 

before you could come up with some kind of snarky reply, paul was drawing his hips back, easily falling into a steady, passionate rhythm as he thrust in and out of you, “fuck,” paul groaned, dropping his head so he could continue working on the mural of lovemarks he’d left littered across your collarbone and neck. you let out a low whine, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to hold him close, subconsciously locking your legs around his waist too. 

both of you had loud moans falling off your lips at the new position, paul’s thrusts stuttering for a moment as he worked to make sure he didn’t cum right then and there. once he was confident he wouldn’t be spilling into you, he lifted his head from your neck, “lift your leg-” paul ordered, though his non-supporting hand was already wrapped around your thigh, easily pulling the limb up so he could lift it over his shoulder.

“paul-” you let out a loud moan when you felt just how deliciously he stretched you out like this, “touch me please-” you whimpered, suddenly much more aware of just how desperately you wanted to cum. 

his dropped his hand from your thigh in favor of traveling back down between your thighs, managing to keep a steady pace as he made sure his cock kissed your cervix at each thrust. you fell into your own world, working to take in every pleasurable sensation he had coursing through you and your head dropped back against the pillows. 

paul’s calloused fingers made quick work of navigating between your thighs, teasingly tracing them just above your entrance he was currently wrecking with his cock, “there’s my girl,” he mused when he found your clit, rolling the hood back to expose the hypersensitive bundle of nerves. 

he ran his thumb over the little button, a loud moan leaving your lips, “oh my god-” you whined, only egging him on as his pointer finger joined in to gently roll the nub between the pads of his fingers. 

 “such a good girl for me,” paul murmured, “always such a good girl-” he groaned when he felt your walls constricting around him, both of you suddenly much more aware of just how close you both were to your orgasms.

you allowed your gaze to drift up to his, his eyebrows furrowed together in concentration as he continued to toy with your clit and watched how his cock disappeared inside your channel at each thrust, your belly bulging out just enough to let him know how deep he was buried inside you with your leg over his shoulder. if you didn’t know him, you’d have assumed he was in a mood but, since getting closer, you’d quickly learned just how grumpy he looked even when he quite literally had his cock buried in his imprint.

running your hands over the smooth expanse of his shoulders, your fingers slid up until they were cupping his face in your hands, gently tugging his gaze up to meet yours. as his brown eyes found yours, the seemingly grumpy expression left his face and was replaced with a much softer, relaxed one instead, “everything okay?” he asked, the fingers he had on your clit softening in case you were getting overstimulated from all his touching.

before he could slow too much, you quickly nodded, “jus’ missed you,” you teased, giggling when he groaned, thrusts stuttering as he tried to keep his composure, “also wanted to cum,” you added playfully, giving him an extra moment to get it together before either of you could get too flustered around each other. 

paul seemed to take your second comment to get it together, managing to regain his composure in record time as he got back to a fluid rhythm thrusting in and out of your heat. once he was confident he wouldn’t be cumming in you if he looked at you again, he allowed his gaze to meet yours again, “you can cum,” he agreed, “i’ll be right behind you,” he reassured before his fingers were back to tightening on the sensitive nub between your thighs to continue toying with it.

with his permission, you relaxed back into the bed, gently stroking your fingers up and down his back with one hand while the other knotted in his hair, tugging him down so his lips could meet yours. you weren’t entirely sure how he managed to multitask so efficiently but he was masterful in keeping his thrusts languid and fluid, his fingers soft and delicate against your clit, and his lips melted against yours.

the combination had the coil in your belly tightening and your pussy desperately fluttering around his cock as your second orgasm of the night began to rapidly approach. your walls tightening around his cock had paul worried he wouldn’t last as long as you but, when he felt your fingers tightening around his hair and pulling him closer, he knew you were right on the edge with him.

“go ahead princess,” paul mumbled against your lips, rolling your clit between his fingers again as you fell into your second orgasm of the night. with a gasp, you pulled him closer, both of you melting into each other as your world exploded behind your eyes. 

a man of his word, paul was right behind you, a low groan leaving his lips as he spilled into you, “fuck-” paul groaned against your lips, “i love you-” the words had barely slipped off his tongue but you caught them.

i love you.

you’d lost count of how many times you’d insisted you only wanted something casual to him so this opened pandora’s box of all your complicated feelings for him. part of you was mad at him for admitting he loved you. you two had something pretty good going and him catching feelings was most definitely going to throw a wrench in your plans of keeping this going.

another part of you was mad at yourself. of course he loved you - he imprinted on you. you knew this going into everything and you also knew, somewhere deep down, that you also felt the same way for him. but were you in a place where you could risk him hurting you if you admitted you loved him back? you weren’t sure.

the largest part of you though, was so mad at all the lost time. mad at all the time you lost with paul thanks to your ex fucking up your heart and head so badly. you didn’t think you would ever have another relationship after the heartbreak you experienced from that one but your heart (and a small part of your head) was begging you to listen and open up to him.

paul’s thrusts stuttered and slowed as he spilled into you, both of you trying to regain your composures as you tried to figure out what he just said to you, “you love me?” you repeated back to paul who looked like a deer caught in headlights when you looked up at him.

paul sucked in a breath, not seeming to be able to find the words to reply to you. you unhooked your leg from over his shoulder, wincing when you felt the muscles of your leg tightening as you lowered it back down to the bed. paul’s eyes followed your hand, silently making sure you were okay as he tried to come up with a good reason why he dropped those three forbidden words to you. 

“sorry i didn’t…” he started, voice trailing off as he decided whether or not lying to you was better than just owning up to the fact that he most definitely meant what he said a few moments prior, “no,” he started again, apparently deciding to stand his ground with you for once, “i did mean it. and i think you’ve known i’ve loved you since we first agreed to do whatever the fuck this is,” he explained, the familiar grouchy expression returning to his features as he pulled himself out of your now dripping heat. 

you must’ve had a shocked expression on your face because paul just got out from between your thighs with a huff while he figured out where all your clothes went. you sat there silently, not sure what to do as he pulled on his boxers and sweatpants, tossing you a shirt to pull on while you both dealt with your racing thoughts.

slowly sitting up, you pulled his old t-shirt on, cautiously watching as he stepped into the bathroom for a moment before returning a moment later with a hand towel. when you realized he was still planning on helping clean up the mess he made between your thighs, you got up from the bed, “it’s fine, i can just-” you had barely started your sentence before he was cutting you off and gently pushing you back onto the bed.

“‘m not letting you drive yourself home right now, gonna hurt yourself doing that.” he explained, not meeting your gaze as he helped you lay back down on the bed.

you frowned, pulling your legs up to your chest which had paul mirroring your expression, “don’t want you touching me like that if you’re mad at me,” your voice was quiet and your words nearly had paul’s heart breaking. he’d been well aware of just how volatile your last relationship was and mentally slapped himself for forgetting just how triggering him touching you right now would be for you. 

he let out a heavy sigh, setting the hand towel to the side as he sat down on the edge of the bed next to you. he took in your shrunken figure for a moment before he lifted his gaze to meet yours, “i’m not mad at you,” he reassured, voice soft and genuine, “figured you were mad at me,” he added running his hand over yours, giving it a gentle squeeze.

you took in a shaky breath, your gaze drifting down to his hand on yours before lifting it back up to find his brown eyes, “‘m not mad at you either,” you whispered, your heart taking over for a moment when you added, “this was never fair to you.” 

paul looked almost… sad. something you weren’t sure he’d ever actually felt before considering how disgruntled he looked most of the time. despite the fact that you were fuming with your ex for getting both of you into this situation in the first place, you were almost grateful that you got to see this side of paul - even if it was your fault.

you turned your palm so you could intertwine your fingers with paul’s, giving them a gentle squeeze, “i’m sorry i got us into this,” you murmured, both of you watching each other with cautious but soft expressions, “i’m afraid of getting hurt again,” you added, your confession seeming to lift a heavy weight off of paul’s shoulders as he noticeably relaxed.

“princess,” he started, frowning when he saw your eyes beginning to fill with tears. you were already at a heightened emotional state thanks to the sheer number of orgasms he’d given you in the past day, this newfound box of feelings being spilled out in the open only adding to your already fragile state, “can i hold you?” he asked, not sure how else to help aside from holding you. he’d never been one for words of affirmation so he wasn’t sure how on earth else he was going to help you.

he’d barely finished his question when you were nodding, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he pulled you into his lap, the dam holding back all your tears bursting wide open as they began rapidly streaming down your cheeks and splashing onto paul’s chest.

“okay, you’re okay princess, promise you’re okay,” he reassured, holding you close to him, gently running one hand up and down your t-shirt-covered back soothingly, “promise i’m not mad at you,” he murmured, pressing his lips to your hair as he helped you cry it out for a minute.

“i’m sorry i just-” you started, rambling as another round of tears came streaming down your cheeks. paul continued running his hand up and down your back as your heart took over yet again and you went back to your rambling and blubbered out, “...i just love you too and i don’t know what to do about it…” 

paul sucked in a breath when he heard what you said, squeezing you closer to him as you continued your disorganized monologue, “princess,” he murmured against your hair, waiting until he heard your breathing even out enough so he was sure you wouldn’t be giving yourself a panic attack over the whole thing, “i’m not gonna hurt you like he did,” he reassured, both of you quiet for a moment aside from your occasional sniffles as you tried to get your tears to stop.

after a moment, you peeked up at him, mirroring his frowned expression when you saw how upset he looked over your now tear-stained, puffy cheeks, “promise you won’t?” you whispered, reaching your hands up to desperately brush away the seemingly never-ending tears.

paul nodded, “promise i won’t,” he reiterated, gently squeezing you closer to him to emphasize his point. you slowly nodded, allowing his words to sink in and help calm your nervous system down.

once you were confident you wouldn’t be bursting into tears the second you spoke, you asked “can i stay with you tonight?” despite the fact that your voice was shaky and there were definitely a few stray tears streaming down your cheeks.

“yea, of course you can princess,” he reassured, “how about we lay down for a little bit, yea? you’re freezing,” he added and you nodded, sniffling as you suddenly became much more aware of the goosebumps spread across your body thanks to you only wearing one of paul’s baggy t-shirts.

“okay c’mere,” he murmured, pulling back the covers of his bed so he could help you under, the hand towel he’d grabbed a few minutes prior now forgotten as he got under the covers with you and pulled you close to his chest, running his hands up and down your back to warm you up.

you were quick to throw one leg over his waist and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him close to you, his warmth and affirmations helping calm you down enough to subside your shivering and sniffling after a few minutes, “there you go,” paul cooed, stroking his fingers up and down your back once he was sure you were calmed down.

it was quiet for a few minutes, both of you listening to each other’s breaths as you got yourself out of the fight or flight situation your mind was thoroughly convinced you were in. “what do we do now?” you whispered once your breathing had evened out and the tears had mostly dried up on your cheeks.

you peeked up at paul who was watching you with a soft expression, “well we could start by you letting me take you out for once,” he murmured, a playful tone to his voice that had you letting out a quiet giggle, suddenly much more grateful for his teasing nature he almost always seemed to have with him, “but you should get some sleep first, don’t want you all grumpy on our first date,” he added, both of you letting out breathy laughs.

you gave him a small nod, a little smile on your face that had his heart doing all sorts of things he only felt around you, “get some sleep for me then, yea? i’ll be right here,” he reassured, pressing his lips to your forehead when you nodded again. 

with a relieved sigh, you curled into his chest, both of you getting comfortable in each other’s arms as you both drifted off.

[fluentmoviequoter]

Celebrity Crush

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!reader

Summary: You have what some might consider to be an odd celebrity crush. Until you meet him in real life, that is. | 1.1k+ words of fluff!

Masterlist | Tim Bradford Masterlist | Request Info/Fandom List

As you twirl your straw in your drink, you tune out the conversation of your friends. The message to get ready had come last minute, with only a few minutes to prepare for an outing before your best friend arrived to pick you up. You had been watching a true-crime documentary when the message came through, and rather than listen to your friends discuss their weekend plans, you think about the case in the show. Or, more specifically, one of the officers who worked the case.

“Hello,” one of your friends calls.

She draws the word out and waves a hand in front of your face, which you bat away when your attention returns to the restaurant and the people around you.

“Sorry,” you apologize. “What are we talking about?”

“Celebrity crushes!” she cheers. “Mine is Tom Cruise.”

“Gross! He’s old enough to be your dad,” another girl comments.

“And he can pay for everything like my dad, too.”

“Can we move on?” someone interrupts. “Who’s yours?”

“Mine?” you clarify, pointing at yourself. “Oh, uh, you probably haven’t heard of him.”

“C’mon, spill!” they encourage.

You shake your head, and the friend closest to you repeats, “Who’s your celebrity crush?”

“Tim Bradford,” you answer softly.

“Who?”

“He’s a cop, and he’s been in some documentaries. Like the ones with Corey Harris and Aaron Thorsen. Plus, a new one with doppelgangers,” you explain.

“So, he’s a cop, not a celebrity,” your best friend argues.

“He’s been on TV! More than once,” you point out.

“Girl, you know I love you, but that’s more of a ‘hear me out’ than a celebrity crush.”

You shake your head and sit back in your seat. The sooner you get home to finish the documentary, the better.

The next day, after you’ve finished the newest documentary and your crush on Tim Bradford has strengthened, you find yourself out shopping with your friends. Thankfully, they’ve moved on from the celebrity crush comment. While you’re in the third store of the day, you wait in the dressing rooms to rate your best friends’ choices while the other girls shop.

An employee approaches you with a nervous smile and asks if anyone else is in the fitting area.

“Yes, one of my friends is trying something on. Is everything okay?” you answer.

“Oh, of course. I don’t want to alarm you, but we’ve locked the doors because there are some suspicious characters in the area. The police are on the way, so everything will be under control soon.”

“Thanks for letting me know,” you say.

She sighs in relief that you were kind about the ordeal, then walks away to alert other customers. You look toward the large windows on the storefront but don’t see anything happening in the parking lot.

A few minutes later, after your friends have purchased their items and are waiting to leave, two police officers walk to the locked door and knock on it. The employee you spoke to earlier rushes to let them in and obeys when the male officer instructs her to lock the door again.

“Ladies, we’re with the LAPD,” the shorter man says. “Our colleagues are outside handling the situation as we speak. However, we need your help; if you’ve noticed anything out of the ordinary today, please meet me at the counter and we’ll fill out a report.”

The employees follow him to the counter, and you realize that he is in the documentaries you’ve been watching. As you turn to look outside again, you see the other officer.

“Are you Sergeant Tim Bradford?” you ask.

“Yes, ma’am,” he answers. “Can I help you with something?”

“Oh, no, I just watched the documentaries you were in and thought it was you. Your insight was informative; I liked listening to your side of the case.”

He smiles kindly and says, “I’m glad.”

You nod, then step back and look around the store. Unsure how much longer you’ll have to wait, you take a moment to look at the merchandise. You usually tag along on shopping trips but don’t buy anything. Your friends have different tastes than you, and an easier time buying things for themselves. One item catches your eye, and you run your finger over it. They have your preferred size, and you tap it a few times before you look away again.

Unknown to you, Tim watches you. He’s seen people come up to Aaron, Lucy, and even Nolan, and claim to have seen them on television. Those encounters usually end with someone asking for a picture, an autograph, and, once, to get their cousin released early. This is the first time he’s heard a genuine compliment, and he’s happy to have been the one you chose to give it to.

“Officer Bradford?” his partner calls. “A word?”

You smile at Tim when you look toward him, and with his eyes already on you, he notices immediately. He dips his chin as he walks past you, and you walk across the room to your friends.

“Wait, is that your celebrity crush?” your best friend whispers. “You didn’t say he was like… Abercrombie model hot!”

You shrug, and she turns to your other friends to talk about how attractive the officers are. Your gaze wanders back to the only thing in the store you’d ever consider buying, but you shake your head and look at Tim Bradford instead.

“The situation has been handled and the area is safe now. You’re free to go,” he announces. “Thank you for your help.”

Your friends rush out, eager to get to another store, but you walk toward the door at a normal pace. Tim and his partner are walking out too, and you hold the door for them.

“Go ahead,” Tim tells his partner. “Thanks,” he says to you.

He stops beside you, and you let the door close. After a glance over his shoulder, Tim passes you a bag.

“What is this?” you inquire.

“A thank you.”

“For?”

“Being nice. Plus, you didn’t ogle me like your friends.”

You chuckle and smile as you argue, “You’ve got to be used to that.”

“Is there anything I can do for you?”

You peek in the bag and see the item you were looking at. “I can’t accept this.”

“The ladies inside told me I had to take something for keeping them safe.”

“And you got me something?” Tim smiles, and you shake your head. “Thank you.”

“If you’d really like to thank me or hear more about those cases you seem to like so much, maybe we could meet for dinner sometime.”

“I would love that.”

“Great. I have to go, but… give me a call.”

You watch him leave, then realize that he didn’t give you his number. As you walk away, you pull the receipt from the bag. But it isn’t a receipt. It’s a piece of paper with his name and number. Under that, he wrote, I never wanted to be a celebrity crush before today.

[oliviablancmom]

"Pedriiii - Bonus Chapter''

N/A: And as promised, here is the bonus chapter. Have a look at how things are going for Pedri, Isa, and Axel. I hope you enjoy it.

Ps: I just realized now that this image might contain spoilers. lol

One Month Later

Axel was a very active and talkative child, especially when he felt comfortable around someone. It was like that with Pedri, with his friends, and also with the player’s family. Seeing him now, sitting in complete silence, was strange, mainly because he was about to do something he had always wanted, ever since he had understood it, and had tirelessly asked Isa to be able to go onto the field with Pedri. When the request came directly from his favorite player, Axel was over the moon. Isa didn’t even know how to calm him down, he was so excited about the invitation. Hours and days were talking about it excitedly, and now that the day had finally arrived, all that energy had passed, when it should have been the opposite.

“Well, at least we know that when he becomes a player he will be very focused,” Gavi said beside Isa while looking at the little boy.

“I love how you all already assume he will be a player,” Isa said reluctantly. Fernando looked at her and laughed.

“I love how you haven’t accepted that he will be a player yet,” Fer said, standing up and patting Isa on the shoulder. “You need to accept the facts, it will be less painful when it happens,” he said humorously. Isa rolled her eyes at him. She knew that the chances of Axel wanting to pursue a football career were high; he had inherited his grandfather’s passion for the sport. Now, with the presence of the club’s players in his life, Isa was sure that this would influence him even more.

“Isa, it’s time,” one of the club staff entered the room where they were. Isa nodded and walked to where Axel was sitting.

“Hey, baby, you have to go now,” Isa crouched next to her son. His eyes were shining, and Isa was sure of how nervous he was. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” Isa said understandingly. Axel made a face.

“I want to go, but do you think Pedri wants me there?” Axel asked insecurely. He always got like this after spending a few hours with his father, but Isa understood her son’s insecurities; after all, she had her own when it came to the player.

“Are you kidding? Pedri has been counting the days for this moment, buddy,” Fer said, crouching next to Isa in front of Axel. The youngest looked at him, still seeming uncertain.

“Isa, he has to go with the other kids,” the staff member repeated. Axel looked at Isa and then at Gavi.

“Gavi, will you go with me?” Axel asked shyly. Gavi approached and picked him up.

“Of course, buddy, if it makes you feel better,” Gavi said, hugging him. “Deep down, deep down, I know I’m your favorite,” Gavi teased. Axel raised his eyebrows, looking offended, which made Fernando laugh.

“You know you not,” Axel said, hitting Gavi’s shoulder. The two left the room talking about something.

“Let’s go to the stands,” Fer pulled Isabella outside, and the woman could feel her nervousness taking over. When she arrived, she saw her father already excited, singing songs of the crowd. Pedri’s parents greeted her with a warm hug.

“You’re freezing, dear,” Rosy, Pedri's mom said, holding Isa’s hand. “Oh, I understand, I always get like this when Pedri goes onto the field,” the woman hugged Isabella in a comforting way.

Isa still found it strange the relationship she was having with the player’s family. They were so welcoming since the game against PSG. They sent messages asking Axel if she was okay. They gathered at Isa’s father’s house just to chat, and they even took Axel for outings. Isa found it strange because she had never had that experience before. Her ex-mother-in-law made sure to criticize her all the time, especially the way she raised Axel. And with her current mother-in-law, everything was different, well, Isa didn’t know if she could call her that, since she and Pedri were not officially in a relationship. This left her even more confused.

“They’re coming in,” Rosy said excitedly, holding Isa’s hand. Isa’s father stood up as if a goal had been scored, holding Fer by the shoulders and shaking him excitedly. Isa laughed at the scene and turned her attention to the field. Pedri was the last to enter, and unlike the other players who were holding hands with their respective kids, Pedri was carrying Axel in his arms.

“He got shy,” Fer concluded. The pre-game processes were finished, and Isa saw when Pedri walked to the edge of the field and handed Axel to Gavi, who was waiting there.

“Aw, a good older son,” Fer said, turning with a mocking smile to Isabella, who rolled her eyes. “I’m going to get something for Axel to eat. Do you want anything, sis?” Isa frowned and just shook her head. Fer looked confused at her and then left.

After a few minutes, Gavi arrived with Axel, who was talking again. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were sparkling with excitement.

“Mom, did you see me out there?” he asked excitedly while jumping into his mother’s lap. “It was so cool.”

“You did very well, Axel,” Rosy said, kissing the boy’s hand. “Did you like it?”

“Yeeeees, it was cool to see everyone from the field,” he said excitedly.

“Soon it will be you entering the field with a child,” Pedri’s father said, picking Axel up from Isa’s lap and starting a conversation with the little boy.

“You’re acting strange,” Gavi said beside her, watching her. Isabella looked at him stunned.

“You freeze every time Pedri’s family shows affection for Axel,” Gavi concluded. Isa was sometimes surprised by how observant Gavi was and how well he read her.

“Don’t you find it strange? They hardly know him and treat him like this...” Isa said quietly, hoping the noise of the stadium was enough for the player’s family not to hear her.

“Wow, I know Axel’s father’s family was horrible to you, but to the point of you finding it strange for your son to be well treated?” Gavi asked curiously.

“You have no idea,” Isa muttered, watching Axel get excited with Fer approaching with a bag of popcorn.

“Well, you’re Pedri’s girlfriend now, so it’s natural for them to treat you well,” Gavi concluded.

“I’m not Pedri’s girlfriend,” Isa said in a louder tone, attracting Fer’s attention, who looked confused at her again but soon returned his attention to Axel, who was telling him something.

“What are you talking about?” Gavi asked confused. “Fernando would have already said on Instagram that you weren’t if you weren’t,” he said humorously, making Isa laugh. “And I don’t think his family would interact so much with you and Axel if you weren’t. Believe me, he tells everything to his parents and takes their opinion very seriously.”

“I know, but we haven’t talked about it...” Isa said, watching Pedri run across the field.

“Oh my God, my brother is so dumb,” Fer said, turning again to face Isa. Axel looked at Fernando with a frown.

“Don’t talk about Pedri like that, Fer” Axel reprimanded him, and Fer was shocked.

“You two are very united, I’m at a disadvantage here. How am I going to speak ill of him now?” Fer asked indignantly. “I brought you popcorn, you have to let me talk bad about him a little.”

“Stop tormenting the boy,” Pedri’s father picked Axel up from his son’s lap. Fer looked offended, making Isa laugh.

Barcelona won the match. For the first time, the team seemed to have found a rhythm, and that was reassuring. Isa was in her car in the stadium’s parking lot. There were only a few minutes left until the match ended. Axel was sleeping peacefully in the back seat and would probably wake up only the next day. Early in the second half, he started complaining about a headache. Isa concluded that it was the adrenaline of entering the field finally passing and giving way to exhaustion, which Isa also shared. The woman had advanced all her work so she could have a day off and accompany Axel’s special day. And also, her mind couldn’t stop thinking about her relationship with Pedri. Since the game against PSG, Pedri’s presence had become constant, but at no time did they talk about what their relationship status was. Isa was looking at social media; she and Axel were already on the player’s fan pages, which also speculated about the nature of their relationship. Isa put her phone back in her pocket and leaned her head on the seat, closing her eyes. After a few minutes, the sound of someone knocking on the window woke her up, and she looked outside, seeing the player smiling at her. She unlocked the car, expecting him to get into the passenger seat, but instead, he opened the driver’s door.

“I’ll drive,” he said firmly. Isa didn’t argue, just jumped into the passenger seat. Pedri got in, looked at Axel in the back seat, and then at Isa. He leaned in to buckle the seatbelt for her, and she looked at him curiously. Isa wanted to ask him, but she was too shy to do so, and she was also a little dazed; Isa loved seeing Pedri play, but she also loved how he looked after a match, his messy hair, the confident look, the flushed cheeks. Pedri narrowed his eyes at her, a smile at the corners of his lips.

“What?” he asked, but Isabella just shook her head, forcing herself to return to reality. “What were you thinking about?” Isa felt her cheeks warm.

“Nothing... ” she shrugged

Pedri smiled and leaned in to kiss her, and then he drove out of the stadium toward her apartment.

Pedri could see that something was bothering her. The entire silent drive to the apartment showed that. His brother and Gavi calling him dumb and stupid were also hints. Pedri was sitting in Isa’s apartment living room while she put Axel to bed. It didn’t take long for her to return, and she stopped when she saw him sitting on the couch.

“You’re still here?” Isa asked cautiously, and Pedri found the woman’s cold reaction strange. He raised an eyebrow at her.

“What’s wrong, Isabella?” Pedri asked, watching the woman open her mouth several times to say something, but nothing came out. She seemed frustrated.

“Nothing,” she huffed and walked to the kitchen. Pedri followed her, stopping behind her with his arms on either side of her body, so she ended up trapped between the sink and him. Pedri could spend days looking at her, and he would never get tired. He was obsessed with her; it was all about her, the perfectly sculpted face, the sweet and welcoming smile, the way she raised Axel. The big brown eyes were looking at a point behind Pedri, and now he was sure that something was wrong because normally, when they were this close, her eyes were on his face, mapping it.

“Isabella...” Pedri held her face, forcing her to look at him. “What happened?”

“What are we?” Pedri was confused for a moment, thinking he had already been clear about his feelings for her.

“Is that why you’re in a bad mood?” Pedri asked humorously. Isa rolled her eyes, pushing him away and going to sit on the couch. Pedri followed her, still laughing at her mood. Pedri always enjoyed it when Isa showed her feelings. “I thought it was clear what we had,” Pedri sat next to her, who continued to ignore him. This time, it was Pedri who rolled his eyes. He moved a little closer and extended his hand to her face, pulling her so she would look at him. Isa’s big eyes were shining, and only now did he realize how serious she was.

“You’re married, Isabella,” Pedro said humorously, and Isa opened her mouth, surprised by his words. Pedri let out a little laugh. “We’re together, but to make things official, I don’t want that point between us.”

“Well, that never stopped you before,” this time it was Isa who said mockingly and humorously, and Pedri rolled his eyes, offended, moving away from her. Isa let out a giggle and sat on the player’s lap, holding his face and leaving kisses all over his face.

“I thought you were too smart for this,” Pedri said, holding Isa’s waist, who looked at him, not understanding. “Another thing you told me when we met at the nightclub,” Pedri kissed her neck. “That you were too smart to fall for my flirting.” Isa laughed, and Pedri felt his heart skip a beat; he loved her laugh, and he made wishes in his head so he could hear that laugh for many, many years.

******************************************

Three months later

"Pedriiii," Axel came running down the hallway looking for the player, holding his tiny soccer cleats in his hands. "Can you help me put them on?" Pedri laughed at the boy's eagerness. Today was a big day; Axel was going to play his first soccer game with his football class. At his age, everything was playful and introductory, without the pressure of professionalism, but still, it was an experience Axel was very excited and focused on. Pedri always talked to and supported the boy, encouraging him to enjoy the moment and not take it too seriously. Of course, at the end of the day, all the talk went out the window when Gavi showed up saying, "They are all our enemies; we can’t feel sorry for anyone."

"Axel, baby. Your father won’t be able to attend the game; he wasn’t given time off from work, but he wished you good luck." Isa appeared in the room. Pedri felt a strange sensation at the mention of the man and repressed the urge to roll his eyes at the excuse. It was his son’s first game, and he couldn’t make an effort. Axel shrugged at the information, not seeming affected, and Pedri mentally thanked, as he would hate anyone who spoiled Axel’s joy that day. "Go get your bag from your room, or we’ll be late." Axel ran to his room, and Isa took the opportunity to approach Pedri, hugging him. Pedri inhaled the woman’s perfume; he loved the intoxicating feeling it caused in his senses.

“Thank you,” she whispered in the player’s ear, causing a shiver. Axel returned to the room, running to Pedri's lap, making Isa roll her eyes at the boy’s preference.

“Pedri, don’t forget to control pop's so the coach doesn’t kick him out again.” Isa stopped in her tracks, staring at the two with wide eyes. Pedri felt his body go cold and looked at Axel, who seemed to realize what he had just said.

“What?” she asked, shocked by the information.

“He’s joking, love.” Isa looked suspicious while Axel hid his face in the player’s neck with small giggles.

Pedri had left Axel in the locker room with the other children. His appearance caused a bit of a stir among them, almost getting him kicked out by the coach too, but he managed to calm them down with the promise that he would take photos with all of them after the match. This resulted in Axel having a huge pout on his face while ignoring Pedri’s goodbye... the jealousy... like mother, like son.

Pedri headed to the stands where his family was. His mother was chatting animatedly with Isa’s stepmother, while his father was next to Isa’s father, who seemed to be too calm to what he usually was. When he noticed the player approaching, they exchanged a look of recognition.

“I thought we had a secret, my dear.” Pedri let out a little laugh while greeting his father-in-law.

“Complain to your grandson.” Pedri shrugged.

“She grounded me, but she’s there with the one responsible for the mess.” Isa’s father said, nodding towards where his daughter was. Pedri looked towards the edge of the field, where Isa was talking with Fer and Gavi, the latter hugging the woman who was laughing at something Pedri’s brother was saying.

“Don't worry, I'll make her see who he truly is,” Pedri said, laughing.

“Pedri, leave him alone, poor thing.” Pedri’s mother said.

“Poor thing because you don’t know the thing.” Pedri headed towards the three, and as soon as Isa noticed him approaching, she gave Pedri a cynical look.

“You have your child; I have mine.” She said, referring to Gavi, who gave a smug laugh.

“Now I know where Axel gets his jealous side from,” Pedri said humorously.

“Oh brother, you’re not far behind. You almost had a meltdown at that event because Bellingham greeted Isa and played with Axel.” Fer said, laughing at his brother, who scowled. Gavi burst into laughter, remembering the scene. Pedri looked at him and, seeing that he was about to say something more, so he intervened.

“You keep quiet, Gavira, or I'll tell her your secret...” Isa stopped hugging Gavi and looked at him attentively.

“You’re the only one who believes in his saintly face, Isa,” Fer said beside him, and soon he and Gavi started teasing each other. Isabella laughed at the scene and went to Pedri’s side, hugging him. The two shared a silent exchange of affection until Axel’s game began, and Isa started showing her motherly side. Ironically, Pedri had to hold her when she almost fought with a mother from the opposing team who's child had knocked Axel down rather harshly, which, of course, provided excellent ammunition for Isa’s father to tease his daughter.

*****************************************

Six months later

"Are you sure about this?" Isa asked for the thousandth time that day, making Pedri roll his eyes.

"Jesus... baby. Have you always been this anxious?" Pedri looked at the woman who was leaning against the door frame, staring at the large room, the room of the house that would be theirs. Ever since he had suggested they move in together, Isa had been showing signs of insecurity. Pedri walked over to her, holding her by the waist and pulling her into the house. Isa looked at him coyly. "There is nothing I want more than this, Isa. A house with you and Axel." Isa smiled at him, and God, how Pedri loved the woman's smile and the way her eyes sparkled for him.

"Pedriiii," Axel ran into the house.

"See, Axel. I told you they would be stalling while we do the heavy work," Fer said, dropping a box in the middle of the room.

"That's the first box you've picked up," Pedri said, looking at his brother while picking Axel up in his arms.

"Can we swim?" Axel asked excitedly. Ever since they had visited the house for the first time, the little boy had been excited about the pool in the backyard.

"Later, when everyone is here," Pedri replied. Axel nodded in understanding and got down from the player's arms, going to sit next to Fer on the couch.

Pedri saw Isa go upstairs and decided to follow her. In the past few days, the woman had been a bundle of nerves and anxiety, and he, more than anyone, understood all her fears, honestly, the idea that she might change her mind disturbed him to his core. He found her standing at the door of Axel's room. Pedri approached her, hugging her from behind. He kissed the back of her neck, making her giggle as she turned to face him.

"Are you sure about this?" she asked once more. "I'm a mother, and we have an age difference. I don't want you to take on such a big responsibility unless you're sure."

"You know we only have a four-year and a few months' difference, right?" Pedri said with humor. "And I am sure. I've been sure since the first time I saw you." Isa frowned.

"At the nightclub?" she asked, confused, and Pedri laughed, kissing her face.

"Yes, at the nightclub..." Isabella looked at him skeptically. "I am sure about this, baby. I've always been sure I wanted this, given the upbringing and family I had. But it was something distant until I met you and Axel. The moment you two came into my life, I knew I didn't want it with anyone else but you two." Pedri kissed Isa's forehead and wiped away the tears that streamed down her face. She kissed him so intensely that Pedri was sure he fell in love with her all over again.

********************************************

One Year Later

Isa could feel her heart in her throat, she could feel how fast it was beating, her hands were shaking uncontrollably, and tears were streaming down her face. Barcelona had won the Champions League, in an El Clásico, with an incredible comeback, and with the essential participation of Gavi and Pedri. The latter played an extraordinary game, the quality of his passes, his assists, and his leadership on the field. Isa felt her chest tighten with pride, or maybe she was having a heart attack. After all, no one expected or imagined that Barcelona would have such strength this season. As soon as the referee blew the final whistle, the stadium roared with a roar, a roar that had been stuck in their throats for years. An official came to the box to call the players' families to enter the field. Axel was ecstatic, his face red and swollen from crying. Isa wasn't sure if he understood the enormity of everything that was happening or if he was just carried away by his grandfather's emotions and Pedri's family. The player's mother was trembling so much, with a proud look on her face, and in the last minutes of extra time, the elderly woman had squeezed Isa's hand so tightly that it left marks. Pedri's father had picked Axel up, explaining that this way he wouldn't feel unwell. The player's brother had knelt to cry, and Isa hugged him, his tears soaking the woman's shirt. She admired the relationship they had so much. Even Isa's father had cried, and the man was usually tough, but he had cried, and Isa couldn't take him seriously because he was wearing a shirt he had received from Pedri's fans, a shirt with a picture of Gavi and Axel with the words "proud grandfather," and of course, the number 8 on the back, which he wore proudly.

"Pedriiii" Axel jumped down from Pedri's father's arms and ran across the field towards the player, who knelt to pick up the little boy. Isa felt her eyes welling up with tears again, and she tried to control herself for the photos. Isa stood back, wanting to let the boy's parents enjoy the moment. After all, they had worked so hard to get to that day.

"Isaaa," Gavi approached, hugging her.

"Gavira, congratulations, you deserve it so much. I'm so happy, I feel like a proud mother," Isa hugged him tightly. Isa looked behind the boy, and as if reading her mind, Gavi hurried to speak.

"She went to calm the things first" Gavi rolled his eyes, making Isa laugh.

Before they could continue the conversation, Isa's father approached, pulling Gavi towards him. The man gave Gavi a tight hug and gave him a speech about how proud he was of the boy. Gavi was almost crying, and the two were in an honest conversation, Isa could only think about how she had lost her father and son to Barcelona players.

"Hi, Ms. Gonzalez. You look beautiful" Ferran approached, greeting her with a hug.

"Thank you, Ferran, you too. Congratulations, you were amazing."

"Thank you, Isa. It's beautiful to see a father and his favorite kid," the player joked, looking at Gavi and Isa's father.

"Can you believe that?" Isa said indignantly. "He doesn't even hide that he has a favorite." Ferran laughed.

"Look at the size of your darling's pout. If there weren't cameras all around, he would have thrown me away by now," Ferran joked, pointing to Pedri on the other side of the field, who was looking their way but quickly looked away when he realized they were watching him. "Wow, I just had a major déjà vu," Ferran said, and Isa looked confused. "From when he saw you for the first time," he concluded.

"At the club?" Isa asked curiously, and Ferran chuckled.

"That wasn't the first time Pedri saw you." Isa looked at Pedri and then back at Ferran, who laughed at her reaction. "We were in the media room recording for the club, you walked in, and he was mesmerized. You didn't even notice him, but the boy was taken," Isa's mouth dropped open in shock.

"My God, I thought he saw me at the club."

"No, that was his stalker phase. He overheard you talking with the social media girls about going to that club and forced us to go with him," Ferran said, laughing. "He risked his 'I'd rather stay home, I don't like parties' reputation for you." Isa laughed out loud at the newly acquired information and looked at her boyfriend, who was frowning.

"Let me go over there or he'll get rid of you..." Isa said, laughing and hugging Ferran goodbye.

Isa walked slowly towards her boyfriend, who was watching his brother run after Axel, but his face was serious. He saw Isa approaching but paid no attention. She rolled her eyes and put her arms around the player's waist, who didn't reciprocate the gesture.

"Congratulations, mi amor," Isa said, leaning in to kiss the player, but he turned his face. "PEDRI," she said indignantly and pinched his arm, making him laugh and finally look at her and wrap his arms around her. Isa observed the player's face and never got tired of doing so. She loved looking at every little detail of his face.

"I can only accept sharing your attention with Gavi, and just because you and your father force me," he said, looking into Isa's eyes. The sparkle in them made the butterflies in her stomach take flight. "You congratulated them first," he said, feeling hurt.

"Love, it was your parents' moment," Isa explained, holding Pedri's face. "I am so proud, you were incredible throughout the championship, but today you were a level above everyone," Isa said proudly and saw Pedri's cheeks, already flushed from the game, turn even rosier, and his eyes filled with tears. He lowered his head, resting on her shoulder, the intimacy of the embrace putting them in their world as if it were just the two of them, nothing else around. But they were soon brought back to reality when they heard Fer shouting.

"Axel, no, your mother is going to kill me." Isa turned so quickly to see what her son was doing, and when she saw, she felt like strangling her boyfriend's brother. Axel was holding a bottle of champagne, shaking it, and trying to open it.

"My God..." Pedri muttered behind her amused by the scene, laughing at his brother running after the boy to try to get the bottle. Before Isa could go after the boy, Pedri pulled her back to him. "Let it be... Fer is watching, I want you here with me," Pedri said in her ear.

"Gross, what you two want to do can't be done here on the field, for God's sake," Gavi suddenly appeared next to them, startling them. Gavi laughed and tried to pull Isa into a hug, but Pedri prevented him.

"What's with you all competing for my girlfriend's attention?" Pedri said indignantly.

"It's not my fault she prefers me," Gavi winked at Isa, "and besides, sons have priority," Gavi teased, and Pedri rolled his eyes.

"Your brother is trying to get drunk, so why don't you go bother him before my brother has a heart attack from stress," Pedri pointed to Fer, who was still chasing Axel, who was laughing as he ran away.

"My God, I leave you for a minute..." Gavi said, moving away and running after Axel.

It was past three in the morning, the music was already playing at a lower volume, and there were remnants of burst balloons around the yard. Isa’s father had prepared a party for when the team returned to Barcelona after the final, as he was certain that victory and the title would come. And since it was more intimate than a nightclub, most of the players, staff, and families had attended; it had been completely lively, yet cozy. Several players had gotten drunk, even the club president had enjoyed everything, all of them forgetting that they would walk through the city the next morning to celebrate with the fans. At least their hungover faces would make for great photos and memes on social media. Isa had just finished helping her step mother put her father to bed; the man had finally rested. He was so proud that he even made a big speech about how proud he was of his kids Pedri, and Gavi, which drew a lot of laughter from those present.

Isa thought about tidying up a bit to have less mess the next day but quickly gave up as she was too tired, so she headed to the yard in search of her son. Axel had also enjoyed the celebration, and Isa was impressed by how his energy never seemed to run out. The woman’s eyes scanned the yard, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw Pedri sitting on the outdoor sofa, with Axel sleeping in his lap. He was accompanied by a few teammates in a quieter conversation. Pedri was visibly tired but held Axel with great care. Isa would never get tired of the bond between them and would be eternally grateful to Pedri for the affection he had for her son. Isa approached slowly, and as soon as Pedri noticed her, he gave a very genuine smile.

"Let's take Axel to bed," Isa said, and Pedri simply nodded. They said goodbye to the group; those who were there were regulars and knew how to manage themselves.

"He needs a bath," Pedri commented as he followed Isa to the bedroom.

"If we wake him up for that, we won’t sleep anymore," Isa said, laughing, and Pedri concluded that it wouldn’t be a good idea. He placed Axel in bed, left a kiss on the boy's forehead, and left the room. Isa repeated the gesture, and just as she was about to leave, Axel’s sleepy little voice called her back.

"Mommy, I’m so happy..." he mumbled.

"I know, baby, I am too," Isa said, running her hand through his hair.

"I’m so happy that Pedri is ours..." Isa laughed at the comment but felt her heartbreak, and remembered the conversation she had with her father when she felt insecure about her relationship with Pedri, right after Henry’s family threatened to take Axel’s custody if she didn’t return to her marriage with Henry, as he was Axel’s father and should be present in the child's life. Those were turbulent and sad weeks, and Isa almost fell into emotional manipulation, but her father always told her that she had to think about her happiness because it would consequently bring Axel’s happiness since he felt what she did, and he would only be happy if she was. And true, genuine happiness only existed when they were with Pedri.

"Yes, me too," Isa admitted and waited for a response from Axel, but there was none; he had fallen back asleep. Isa closed the door and headed to her and the player's room. The room was dark, but the bathroom light was on. Isa took off her clothes and went to the bathroom, finding Pedri in the bathtub. He smiled at her as she settled into the small space with him. It didn’t take long for him to slide into her, and they celebrated the title in another way that night.

**********************************************

Three Years Later

Isa had many insecurities about having a relationship with Pedri; she had never thought about the consequences or what it might bring to her life. She would have to deal with gratuitous hatred, malicious comments about the age difference, and unfounded rumors. But with Pedri, it was possible to forget these details that could influence her life. It had been this way since the first time she was with him, the first time she saw him at the nightclub. When she saw him, she knew who he was, knew she would be working with him, and that she should not have any relationship with him, but he was extremely inviting, and Isa felt attracted to him from then on. And as she saw how he treated Axel, he increasingly found a place in her heart. Axel was her life, and seeing Pedri’s concern and care for the boy filled her heart. Isa never imposed anything on the player; she always treated their relationship as a friendship from the start.

Isa entered the living room, and Pedri was sitting on the couch with one arm resting behind his head while the other was using his phone. Axel was lying a few meters away from him, sleeping. The two were inseparable, and this filled Isa’s heart.

"Pedriiii," Isa said softly so as not to wake her son. Pedri looked at her, a smile on his lips. He put his phone down on the couch and stretched his arms out to his woman. Isa smiled widely at the player, approaching with animated hops, and then sat on his lap, nestling her face into the crook of his neck. Pedri held her in a tight hug.

"I missed you," he mumbled. Isa pulled back to look at him and left a kiss on his lips, feeling the butterflies in her stomach take flight. Pedri held her face, kissing her forehead and hugging her once more.

"Our boy scored two goals today. He did my celebration for one of them, and for the other, he pointed to your dad, Gavi, and Fer; they almost cried," Pedri said with humor, looking at the little boy. Isa smiled, looking at her son. "Then he spent hours on a video call with my parents, telling them about the game, and when I sent them the video of his celebrations, they almost cried too." Isa pouted as she watched the photos and videos Pedri had taken, since her flight was delayed and she couldn’t see Axel’s game.

"And then he demanded that my mom come here to make his favorite food in celebration, so, well, they’re coming tomorrow." Isa smiled; Axel had his grandparents wrapped around his finger, and Isa felt her heart burst with how much he was loved by Pedri’s parents and brother. There were no fears, no tears—well, except when they had to go back home.

"Today some little girls were cheering for him..." Pedri said hesitantly. Isa looked at him quickly. "Then Fer asked, ‘Hey Axel, which one of these is your girlfriend?’ He got so red," Pedri said, laughing.

"Gavi joined in on the fun, and for the first time, I saw a fan—or rather, a Barcelona fan—give him a deadly look, and Gavi was so scared. I think he never expected to be disliked by a fan. Fer and your dad laughed so much at him, but your dad was ready to fight the little girl to defend his oldest grandson." Isa laughed heartily.

"I can’t leave you guys alone; you attract too much attention," Isa said jealously. She still wasn’t at peace with the attention Axel was getting and would receive. "And when Gavi is with you...I see the comments, your fans go crazy."

"Don’t worry, love. Me, and your two sons, are all yours." Isa grew serious, grateful for the turn the conversation had taken. "Well, Gavi more or less..." Isa rolled her eyes.

"Well, hopefully now at least a little girl will come to keep me company. It won’t even things out, but it’s a start." Pedri laughed and kissed Isa’s forehead, not seeming to catch on to what she had said. Isa remained silent, and so did Pedri, the room filled only with Axel’s sleepy breathing. Pedri pulled back, his eyes wide, finally realizing what she had said.

"Love...are you serious?" he said, emotional. Isa smiled widely at her husband.

"Congratulations, Daddy!" she whispered in Pedri’s ear. The player hugged her so tightly that Isa could feel her shirt getting wet from his tears.

"Thank you, thank you for giving them to me," Pedri said emotionally.

"Thank you, for choosing us, for embracing Axel and being the best dad in the world." Pedri sniffled, hugging her again. "Can you believe we’ll have another little voice calling ‘Pedriiii’ everywhere?" Pedri laughed, wiping his face.

"I’ll need to stock up on more M&Ms," Pedri joked, and Isa made a face.

"Love, can I tell you a secret? But you have to pretend you don’t know," Isa said seriously. Pedri looked at her, confused.

"Axel hates them," Isa said with humor.

"What?" Pedri asked, confused.

"M&Ms."

"What????" Pedri shouted, and Isa quickly covered the player’s mouth.

"Yes!!!" Isa said, laughing at his reaction.

"Isabella Gonzalez, impossible. He was so passionate about them." Pedri was too perplexed by such information.

"Because you liked them!!! And he mistook them for Skittles when he took them from my bag, and since he took them secretly, he couldn’t admit it...I think giving them to you was his way of getting rid of the evidence, but you ruined everything when you started giving them back to him." Pedri’s eyes widened, and Isa couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction.

"Wow, you mean our whole relationship might not exist if Axel had picked the right candy?" Pedri squinted, and Isa shrugged. "Nah, this would have happened anyway," Pedri concluded, pointing to the two of them, and Isa smiled at his admission. "Either way, your son is a great actor," Pedri said, laughing. Isa looked at him, offended.

"Oh, now he’s my son? When you want to impress your female audience, it’s my son here, my kid there," Isa rolled her eyes, making Pedri laugh.

"Baby, you’re the one who’s most impressed when I say those things," Pedri teased, and Isa smiled, embarrassed.

"I can’t believe he kept that secret for three years..." Pedri said, amused but finding the newly received information hilarious. Axel was something. Pedri looked at the boy sleeping peacefully on the couch and placed one of his hands on Isa’s belly, feeling extremely grateful for everything he had gained.

**********************************************

N/A: CRYING, SOBBING AND THROWING UP.

"I want to thank everyone who followed this story, all the likes, comments, and support made my days much better. I bid farewell to this story, but not definitively, because when Pedriiii and Isa speak in my head, I promise to bring it to you. My Gavi's girls, I promise I haven't forgotten about you, and there's a hint about his story in this chapter. My delusional mind took over in this chapter, and it firmly believes that next year the Champions League is ours. lol Visca El Barça!"

[modanisgf]

022. THE FAIR (WRITTEN)

wc— 1.8k

prev | next | masterlist

unfortunately hyein wasn’t lying when she said the friend group would be at y/n’s house at 11, the latter groaning when her doorbell rang.

y/n chose to lay down on her couch a bit more, jumping at the sound of someone banging on her door.

“yn open up!” hyein yelled, making y/n jump up and run towards her door.

she opened it moments after hyein’s outburst, the girls hand raised to knock once more.

“hyein, you cannot be serious. my neighbors are gonna think i left my child out on the porch.” y/n says, making her friends laugh.

“you took too long to open the door, i said eleven.” hyein says, rolling her eyes.

“yeah what if a reporter saw us out here?” ni-ki continued, making y/n sigh.

“can you just go in the house while i finish packing?” y/n says.

the group nods, all of them taking a seat in y/n’s living room while she finished getting ready.

they started quietly talking about the fair—

“so what exactly is your master plan hyein?” sunoo asks.

“we send them on a food run together while we go on a ride." hyein says, examining your living room.

"and you're sure that's gonna work?" ni-ki asks in confusion.

"well if it doesn't then we just abandon them." hyein shrugs.

"oh!" danielle says.

"i mean to be honest that sounds like a plan, if we really want them to get closer." sunoo says, nodding.

"see! sometimes in life you have to be brutal." hyein says.

"that is not the same thing.." danielle mumbles.

the conversation dies out as you walk down the hallway, your backpack seemingly filled up. you had a bad habit of overpacking, which your friends knew but they still liked to tease you about it.

"are you staying the night y/n?" ni-ki asks, causing you to roll your eyes.

"shut up, you'll be thanking me whenever one of you realize you don't have something." you say.

"anyways lets go, my drivers outside." you say walking to the door, your friends following in pursuit.

—

the five of you finally make it to the fair, your driver finding a hidden parking spot. all of you get out the car moments after parking, your eyebrow raising at hyein looking around.

“what are you looking for?” you ask, confused.

the other three give hyein a look, receiving a nervous smile from the girl.

“see i might’ve forgotten to tell you one small detail—“ hyein starts.

“what?”

“i invited hanni’s friend group too..”

“hyein.” you say.

“look, i needed you to come with us! i know you’re like scared of hanni or something but it’ll be okay i swear—“ hyein rants, making you sigh.

“hyein i’m not scared of her! we just don’t have an amazing past so i avoid her.” you say.

“so basically you’re scared of her.”

“…”

“well um, on the bright side look who found us!” danielle says gesturing to hanni’s friend group approaching you five.

you didn’t miss the surprised look on hanni’s face when she saw you, her face brightening in your presence. for some reason you had this conception that hanni still didn’t like you, even after your talk you had on the phone. but this seemed to eliminate some of your suspicions, you wanted the look on her face to stay in your mind forever. she seemed so happy.

“hi y/n!” hanni waved, going to stand by your side.

she interlocked your hand with hers, a gesture that made you smile even though you knew it was probably only because of your arrangement.

“hi nini.” you said, noticing her smile grow wider at the nickname.

either hanni was really good at acting, or she was just extremely happy today. she was smiling at everything you said or did, but you couldn’t exactly pinpoint why.

"okay let's go!" gunwook announces, all of you following him towards the entrance.

a couple of security guards followed you all, you assumed them to be hanni, gunwook, and matthew’s as they had appeared with them.

it sucked you all couldn’t just hang out alone, but it was better to be safe than sorry. it wasn’t public knowledge that you all were there yet, so the group waited in line at the entrance.

meanwhile you were scrolling through social media, a koreaboo tweet about you and hanni popping up on your feed. you opened the tweet to be met with hanni’s weird fan, averting your eyes towards her.

“hanni have you seen this tweet?” you ask the girl who was now clinging onto you.

she looked at the tweet briefly, sighing at it.

“no? that’s really weird though..” hanni says.

for some reason the tweet made you angry (more or so jealous), but you didn’t want to acknowledge it so you scrolled on.

the line finally moved, allowing your group to check into the fair and enter. the fairground was huge, rides and food stands everywhere. everyone looked up in awe at the place.

“so where are we gonna start?” minji says, extending the map she had in hand so everyone could see it.

you all decided it would be best to eat after you went on rides, so you all slowly toured the area. you and hanni walked at the back of the group, still hand in hand looking around.

hanni started swinging your hands as she looked around like a kid in a candy store, making you smile. maybe you were right a bit ago, you really did like her.

“oh my god yn!” hanni gasps, causing you to turn.

she pointed out a go kart area to the group, everyone ahead turning around to see.

“guys let’s go on the go karts!” hanni announces.

“oh hell yeah!” riki, gunwook, and matthew said, the three of them running towards the entrance.

hyein followed after them dragging haerin and danielle along with her, “come on!” she shouted to the rest of you.

the four of you left made your way to the entrance, the line being rather short allowing you to get on the ride fast.

“hey uh.. how many people are you guys with?” the line operator asks, looking at the sea of people bunched together.

“uh like ten?” matthew says hesitantly.

“you serious?” the line operator mutters, to which riki nods.

the older man sighs rubbing his temple, “alright the last person just left, how about all ten of you just fill the karts up.” he says.

matthew nods turning back to shout, “let’s go!”

your group files out into the ride area, each of you entering a go kart. there was one issue though, there were only nine go karts.

and unfortunately for hanni, she was the odd one out.

“where am i supposed to sit?” hanni says, looking around.

hyein perks up, “why don’t you just go sit with y/n? it can’t be that unsafe right?”

“it can be very unsafe.” you deadpan, making hyein roll her eyes.

“just let your ‘girlfriend’ in the go kart.” hyein says, turning away to talk to danielle.

you sigh, unbuckling yourself to let hanni on.

“where am i sitting?” she asks.

“on my lap?” you say, confused.

“huh?!”

“there’s no like extra room beside you?” hanni asks in a panicked state.

“no hanni it’s a go kart?” you say, raising an eyebrow at her reaction.

meanwhile, hyein and danielle were eyeing the two of you.

“oh hanni definitely likes her.” hyein says.

“a lot.” danielle points out.

“does that make you uncomfortable?” you ask bluntly.

“i mean no it’s just—“ hanni says, rushing to defend herself.

“it’s fine i get it, come on i’m not going on if you aren’t.” you say, taking her hand and exiting the ride.

hyein and dani gasp, “this is going so well!” dani says, hyein nodding.

—

you and hanni decided to eat while the others finished up on the go karts, the two of you sitting at a table side by side.

hanni was searching something up to prove a point to you, “see! there is a call of duty world war one.”

“really?” you say, looking at her phone.

“damn i could’ve sworn there wasn’t..” you say sheepishly.

“hey guys!” you both hear a familiar voice call out to you, it turning out to be gunwook.

the rest of the group followed after him, greeting you two.

“we’re thinking about going on the ferris wheel next, you guys down?” riki asks.

hanni nods, “i’m down, what about you yn?”

you hesitate for moment, knowing you didn’t do well with heights. but your mind changes when you notice hyein giving you a look, to which you sigh at.

"yeah sure." you say, hyein cheering.

"okay let's go!" hyein says, leading the group with danielle.

as you approached the ferris wheel you felt extremely nervous, what if you embarrassed yourself in front of people you weren't familiar with? or even worse.. hanni?

your fears only seemed to heighten as everyone worked out who would be going with who, hyein talking everyone's ears off.

"i think it would be best for us to go in fours." hyein starts.

"but we're ten people?" minji asks.

"oh then just have someone fit in with another group, and have two people go." hyein responds, the rest nodding.

"how about me, hyein, minji, and haerin?" danielle asks, the rest nodding.

"so me ni-ki, gunwook, and matthew then?" sunoo says, the rest nodding.

'this cannot be real.' was all that ran through your head at that moment, it became apparent to you now that your friends had been setting you up this entire time.

there was no way this was a coincidence--

"so that leaves hanni and yn!" hyein says, trying to hide her smile.

the glare that you gave hyein could kill, the girl simply ignoring it and getting into the cart with her group. sunoo's group got in soon after, leaving just you and hanni to get into the next one.

it was nothing but awkward silence for a while, you would talk to hanni but you were too scared shitless at the way you guys slowly rose up.

"yn are you okay?" hanni asks, noticing the way you couldn't take your eyes off the ground.

"yeah i'm doing amazing." you say quickly, not missing the way hanni tries not to laugh.

"i'm sure you are, but if you need someone to hold onto i'm here." hanni says, regretting it seconds after.

"huh?!" you exclaim noticing how close you were getting to the top.

"nothing!" hanni says quickly.

this was nothing but the most embarrassing moment of your life, you were almost twenty years old and scared of a ferris wheel-- infront of your crush.

as you finally reached the top, you never have felt more scared in your life. your cart made a sharp drop causing you to hold onto hanni.

"yn are you okay?!" was all you heard, before your vision went black.

you woke up on hanni's lap on a bench, hyein's face being the first thing you saw.

"so how'd you like the ferris wheel yn?" she asks.

"never put me on that again."

a/n— if this is ass its bc i had no idea howbto end it 💔💔

TAGS 🏷️ (CLOSED): @jayjj7 @haerinsloverr r @aribunnu @masuowo @multiliker @winieter @sewiouslyz @edenzeepy @popasi @home2venus @ghstvr @technicallyimportantsweets @he------len @yukianism @yeetaberry127 @haechansbbg @linnnsworld @sixflame438 @emotionallyrin @gtfoiydlyj j @inosfavgf @rvoulte @hotluvlet

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Hello,

could you write a Hannibal fanfic soulmate AU. Soulmates can only see colour after they‘ve touched their soulmate.The reader is on a FBI case and meets Dr.Lecter, a few days after being introduced, they accidetanly brush and realise they are soulmates. The reader initially „rejects“ Hannibal, because she‘s scared/ doesn‘t want a soulmate. Habnibal get‘s jealous, because he thinks there is another man in the picture, shows up to her house and then maybe nsfw (Smut) If you are comfortable

Hannibal x Reader: Everything is gray

Warnings: smut, kissing, drinking, roughish sex, p in v, oral (f receiving), female anatomy, male anatomy, fluff, cursing.

Word Count: 3,9K ( whoops 😀)

He looks oddly out of place in his suit. You can’t help but stare at him as he moves around the room. You’ve become used to Hannibal's presence but it usually meant Will Graham was nearby. That wasn’t the case anymore. Not seeing that he was currently locked up in some cell at the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. You’d been shocked when you’d found out but you’d been even more shocked when Jack told you Hannibal would be helping you with your current case during Will's absence.

“So he’ll be helping me indefinitely?”

“What makes you say that?”

You give Jack a look that says 'Do you think i’m stupid?’. He lets out a sigh, his hands moving across his face. You can practically see the frustration seeping from his pores. It's one of the reasons you agreed to Hannibal's help without a fight. Jacks going through enough shit as is. He doesn't need you making his life any more hellish than it already is. 

You look over to your left, eyes catching the way Hannibal bumps into Beverly and Brain. You look up at the ceiling trying to calm yourself before going over to them. Quietly you move the pictures they’d been observing to another table. They give you a confused look.

“Now you have more space. No need to be all up in each other's business.”

You can’t help but look at Hannibal as the words slip out of your mouth. They are directed to him after all. Something about the way he looks at you tells you he got the message: you’re here to help not to hinder. You move back to your original spot, eyes searching for the right door before pulling it open. You tug the tray out of its confines revealing the corpse of your current case. You don’t realize Hannibal is near you until it's too late. You bump into his body, causing his hand to rest on your back to steady you. 

“Dr Lecter you really should be more careful…”

Your words die on your lips as you stare at his eyes.

 His brown eyes. 

You glance down at his suit instinctively, eyes widening as you realize it's not its usual mixture of gray and black but instead a mixture of reds and oranges you’d never seen before. Your mouth has gone dry. You try to breathe in but it feels like there is no air in the room. Hannibal stares at you, taking in the color of your hair and the beautiful shade that makes up your eyes. A smile threatens to appear across his face but the feeling weakens when he notices the scared look you have plastered on your face. Your head snaps to the corpse near you, noticing the purple bruises that cover its body and its unusually pale tint. Before Hannibal can stop you you’re racing out of the room. 

You bust through the doors of the department attracting a lot of attention to yourself. You don’t care though. There is nothing in this world more important than the fact that you can see color. You finally reach the door that leads to the outside. Your legs ache as you run to it, arms reaching for the handle as you push it open in desperation. A broken sound makes its way out of your lips as the world fills your sight. Your eyes move from one side to the other trying to take it all in at once. You can see the green of the trees and the blue sky. Tears stream out your eyes as you allow yourself to revel in the beauty of the world. It's at that moment you realize what this means. 

Hannibal is your soulmate.  

Your breathing speeds up at the realization. You’d always hated the thought of having been “assigned” to someone from the moment of your birth. You thought it was ridiculous you needed to find your counterpart to be able to fully see the world as it was. And the thought that you had no say in the matter made you even angrier. For so long you’d wished to find your match but only if it meant it was someone you were interested in. Every time you met someone you enjoyed being around you tried to come in contact with them to see if you were soulmates and everytime it didn't work. And now here you were, standing in front of the FBI and trying to understand how Hannibal could possibly be your soulmate. You didn’t even know him! You had nothing alike. And yet he’d been made for you. 

You shoved your hand into your pockets searching for your key. Once you’d found it you stomped over to your car noticing for the first time the awful shade of yellow it was.

“Oh fuck me. I’ve been driving around in this?”

You groaned, tugging at the door and jumping into the driver's seat. You close the door, hands going to grip at the steering wheel. Your breath came rapidly. You wanted to scream. And that's exactly what you did. You belt your heart out inside your car until your throat feels raw. Once the anger seemed to have dulled down you moved the mirror so that you could see yourself. You took in the way you looked like in color. Your hands moved over your face as you took in your beauty, a small smile making its way to your face. 

Hannibal watched you from the outside of your car door. His heart flutters as he watches you take yourself in. You seem to enjoy what you’re seeing which makes him happy. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t also enjoy the sight of you. Before he can signal to you he’s outside you turn your head in his direction. The scream you let out is dulled due to your door being closed but Hannibal can still hear it well enough. You place a hand on your chest trying to recover from the fright he’d just caused you. When you open your eyes again they are full of anger. You stare at him with a rage he’d never seen before. 

“Can we talk?”

“No. Now move.”

“Please we have to-”

“Hannibal, I swear if you don’t move I'll run over your foot.”

He can tell you mean it. Against his wish he takes a step back. You turn your car on, quickly shifting gears before slamming your foot down on the accelerator. Hannibal watches your car speed out of the FBI parking lot and onto the street. He stays out until your car is out of sight. Once he can no longer see the yellow dot in the distance he makes his way inside. He walks back into the morgue and is met with curious glances.

“What the hell was that about?”

Beverly's shocked tone makes him turn to look at her, a fake smile plastered on his face.

“Some kind of emergency. She didn't say what.”

“Must have been in a hell of a rush. She forgot her phone.”

Hannibal's eyes moved over to Brain, gaze falling on the mobile in the other man's hand. An idea entered Hannibal's mind. One he simply couldn’t deny.

“Oh well you could give it to me. I’ll bring it over to her.”

“Are you sure? Don’t you live in the opposite direction of her house?”

“It’s not a problem.”

“Okay then. Well back to the matter at hand. Who is this guy?”

Hannibal's mind wondered as Beverly and Brain continued to speak of the corpse in the room. His pocket felt heavy due to the weight of your phone. He welcomed the feeling. It meant he’d get to talk to you after all. But not before he did some snooping of his own.

You’d stopped at the market on the way home. You left with a bottle of wine and a tub of ice cream. The second you made it home you uncorked the bottle and began drinking, not even bothering to grab a glass. It was only then that you realized your phone was missing. You tried to gather your thoughts,  a task that you found difficult due to the alcohol in your system. When you finally remembered where you’d left your phone you were in no state to drive over to get it. You accepted the fact that you’d have to grab it tomorrow morning. You settled on the couch switching on a random chanell as you stuffed your face with ice cream. It was then that the doorbell rang. 

Hannibal managed to guess your password on the fourth try. His finger moved over your phone, eyes moving over the various apps you had. He found your message app, opening it. He scrolled a bit until a name called his attention. 

Will Graham. 

You’d put a dog emoji next to his name. Hannibal couldn’t help but scoff. He opened the conversation noticing the last message was dated on the day prior to Will’s arrest. He read over your texts with Will. You two talked quite a lot. The messages were of various topics. Things of your life, things about Wills day to day. A lot of the massages happened at late hours of the night, a consequence of Will's nightmares. Whenever Will had a bad dream he’d text you to see if you were up. It seems you usually were because whenever he texted you in a few minutes you replied. Hannibal's heart ached as he continued to read your conversions with Will. You two seemed quite close. Far closer than mare coworkers. Was Will the reason you’d reacted so dramatically when you’d found out Hannibal was your soulmate? Were you in love with Will Graham? 

There was only one way to find out.

You stumbled over to the front door groaning as you opened it. You leaned on the doorframe vision slightly blurry as you looked at the figure before you. Hannibal noticed the exact moment you recognized him. Your face scrunched up into a grimace as you looked at him.

“What do you want?”

Despite your intoxicated state the words came out without slurring. 

“May I come in?”

You stared at him for a moment, arms crossing over your chest. You looked into his eyes once again, finding their beautiful brown shade. You nibbled at your bottom lip before letting out a sigh. You step to the side, allowing Hannibal to enter.

“Mi casa es su casa.”

Hannibal strode into your living room, his eyes falling on the movie that was playing. You made your way over to the coffee table grabbing the bottle of wine.

“You want some?”

“No thank you.”

“Great cause there’s none left.”

You broke into a laugh, stumbling across the living room into the kitchen. Hannibal went after you, taking in your drunk state. He figured now would be the best time to get an honest answer out of you. 

“Have you been fucking Will Graham?”

“What? The hell makes you ask that?”

“You two text quite a lot.”

“And how would you know that….”

Your eyes widened as your brain jumped into action. Hannibal watched the emotions move over your face. You opened and closed your mouth as you struggled to think of what to say.

“So you haven’t fucked him?”

“No i haven’t fucked Will Graham! In case you’ve forgotten he’s locked up.”

You turned to grab a cup of water, the need to sober up suddenly hitting you.

“Oh wait yeah, he's locked up thanks to you!”

You spin around expecting Hannibal to be on the other side of your kitchen but he’s not. Not anymore at least. He’s standing a couple of steps away from you. You gaze up at him with frightened eyes.

“I didn't hear you move.”

“You scared?”

“Of you? Please.”

You said it in a dismissive tone but Hannibal could see the way your hand shook. He grabbed the glass from your hand and placed it on the counter. You closed your eyes, feeling the warmth that radiated off him.

“Gosh you smell good.”

Hannibal froze at your words, his head moving to look in your direction. You had your hand covering your mouth, a small look of regret plastered on your features. 

“Sorry I'm a bit drunk.”

“But you meant it. Didn’t you?”

Hannibal could see the battle that was currently happening in your head. You wanted to push him away just as much as you wanted to tug him closer. He felt the same way about you but he was going to let you decide the next move.  You allowed your hands to rest on his chest, a small gasp leaving your lips as you felt your body hum from the contact. Hannibal felt it too, an indescribable feeling of completion washed over him.  The two of you stared at each other for a moment.

“Can I have my phone back?”

“Yes. Of course.”

Hannibal reached into his pocket pulling out your phone. He handed it to you. You grabbed the phone from his hand, your eyes never leaving his. He could feel the lack of your touch on his body. It was driving him insane. But as soon as the feeling came it went. You’d put your phone on the counter and guided your hands back to his body. He watched you move your fingers over the fabric of his suit jacket. Your fingers traced over the pattern that made up his suit.  

Hannibal's hand made its way to your face. He curled a piece of your hair around his finger. You glanced up at him. You’d been mad when you found out he was your soulmate but you didn’t really know why. Sure, you had very little in common but Hannibal had never done anything to make you dislike him. Well, other than getting Will locked up that is. You had been really mad at him for that but now, looking up at him as he took in your beauty, all that anger just seemed to slip away. You pushed yourself up a bit, hands gripping onto the lapel of his suit. Hannibal stood still as your face came closer to his. He could feel your breath on his lips due to the proximity. You batted your eyelashes up at him, pupils slightly wide as you tried to convince yourself this was a good idea. 

Something in the way he was looking at you seemed to break the last bit of hesitation you still had in you. Your lips met his, eyes closing at the feeling of his soft skin beneath yours. Hannibal's hand moved to grip the base of your head, deepening the kiss. You opened your lips to him, allowing his tongue to slip into your waiting mouth. Hannibal groaned into your mouth, his free hand moving to grip at your waist. He felt your teeth clash against his as the two of you fought for dominance. He knew you were a strong willed person but he wasn’t going to let you win that easily. You bit into his lip trying to regain control. Hannibal winced, the sudden metallic taste filling his mouth. You gasped as you realized what you'd just done. 

“Hannibal i’m so sorry i din-”

Before you could finish your sentence Hannibal let out a growl, his hand moving to lift you up onto the counter. You let out a yelp as you felt the cold marble beneath your barely covered ass. You looked up at him, eyes widening as you took in the wild look in Hannibal's eyes. He moved a step away from you, removing his suit jacket. You watched him push his sleeves up before beginning to sink to his knees. Hannibal looked up at you, his hand resting on your thighs. He could tell by the shocked look you were giving him that you weren't expecting to see him on his knees for you.  

“Open your legs from me dear.”

Without even thinking you did as he asked. Hannibal grinned as he caught sight of the wet patch on your shorts. He let out a small “tsk”, his hand moving to rub against your clothed cunt. You gasped at the feeling, eyes closing. The doctor smiled at the sight, his hand moving to wrap around the waistband of your shorts.

“Lift your hips.”

Once again you follow his instructions, allowing him to tug off your shorts and underwear. You watched him carefully fold your clothes before placing them beside him.  You pant as Hannibal inches himself closer to your bare cunt. His warm hands move over your thighs, stroking them gently for a moment. He can tell from your body that you're desperate from him but he won't give you what you want. 

Not until you ask him, that is. 

Something in your mind seemed to understand what was happening. The hand that was griping at the marble counter moved to cup Hannibal's cheek. He looks up at you, observing your chest move up and down quickly as you try to maintain composure. You call out his name, tongue jutting out  to wet your lips before speaking again.

“Hannibal, please give me what I want.”

“Oh now you want me huh?”

It wasn't fair. He knew it wasn't fair but he wanted to hear you say it. No. He needed to hear you say it. Needed verbal confirmation that you had accepted you were his. Then, and only then, would he give himself up to you. You let out an annoyed sigh, closing your eyes and shaking your head before looking back down at him. Your brows furrowed dramatically as you moved your body forward, allowing Hannibal to get a glimpse of your breasts. You didn’t miss the way he licked his lips at the sight, a smile tugging at your lips. 

“Please Hannibal. I want you.”

“Say it again.”

“I. Want. You.”

You barely had enough time to grab onto the marble beneath you, before Hannibal was dragging to the edge of the counter. You gasped as his tongue made contact with your folds. You threw your head back, hands moving to latch onto Hannibal's hair. He had his eyes closed, completely focused on the task at hand. You were a mess above him. Your mouth was open wide, pants and moans slipping from your lips like a symphony composed only for Hannibal's ears. Your hips bucked up onto his face,causing his nose to rub up against your clit. 

“Ah Hannnibal i-fuck-like that.”

He almost couldn’t breath due to how desperately he was eating you out but he wouldn’t want it any other way. Your hands moved to grasp onto his shoulders as you felt your orgasm begin to wash over you. Your body tensed as you gushed all over his face. Hannibal continued to lap at your cunt even as your body sagged backwards, head moving to rest on the wall behind you. Once he was fully satisfied he removed his face from your pussy, his hands moving to the floor as he lifted himself off the ground. You watched him grab the handkerchief from his suit pocket before using it to wipe off your cum from his chin. It was one of the fucking hottest things you’d ever seen. 

You wanted to kiss him but your body felt like mush. You put your hand out to him in a silent request for him to come to you. He did as you asked, his large frame moving to you in a calm manner. You groaned as you pushed your body off the wall, arms moving to wrap around his neck. Hannibal looked into your blissed out face, waiting for your next move. You pressed a light kiss to his lips. It was a lot less desperate then the first kiss you’d given him but he could still feel the need in it. He pulled away resting his head on your forehead. Hannibal listened to you breathing for a moment before pulling away so that he could look at your eyes. 

“Can you stand?”

“Wow, overconfident much?”

He hadn't meant it that way. Sure he knew he was skilled and you had just covered his face with your juices but he didn’t mean to brag. It was a genuine question. You hopped off the counter, your hands moving to rest against his chest once more. He was getting used to being this close to you. 

“See? I still have control over my legs.”

“Not for long.”

You gave him a quizzical look but before you could retort he’d flipped you around. You let out a grunt as he pushed your body on the counter, his hips slotting against your ass. You could feel the hard outline of his dick against your pussy. The thought alone made you clench around nothing. You heard him tug his zipper open before leaning his body over yours. You whined as you felt his dick against your pussy, head moving to the side so you could look at him. He placed a kiss on your cheek.

“This might hurt a bit.”

“Nothing I can't han-ah-shit!”

His size shocked you. You’d never stopped to think about that factor until now and it was safe to say you were truly surprised. Hannibal bottomed out with a groan. His hands moved against your ass caressing it for a moment before giving it a harsh slap. You let out a yelp, your cunt clenching around his dick. A laugh made its way out of Hannibal's lips. 

“You like it rough?”

“Fuck you.”

“You already are.”

Without so much of a warning Hannibal pulled all the way out before ramming back into you. Your mouth slacked open as he pistoned into you. Your nipples rubbed against the cold counter, the feeling only making you more aroused. Your orgasm started to creep into you again. It was alarming how fast he had managed to get you to cream around his cock. But that didn’t mean he was going to stop. Oh no. Hannibal would continue to fuck into you until his name was the only thing you could remember. 

Still even he had his weaknesses. 

So even though he wanted to keep you wrapped around him for days on end after a while his own orgasm started to wash over him. Your body was already sagged over the counter, the conteless of orgasms he’s pulled out of you making you weak. You were beginning to become over-stimulated but you wanted Hannibal to cum. You moved your head so you could see him. He was laser focused on the spot where your body connected to his, brows furrowed as he watched his dick move in and out of you. You called out his name with a broken moan. His head snapped up, eyes finding your tear stained face. 

“Please give it to me. I can’t- uhm- take it anymore.”

The look on your face was enough to get him going. You felt his seed fill your cunt as he moaned. His hips continued to buck against you as you milked him. You felt him lean forward, his chest coming in contact with your back as he tried to steady his breathing. His lips moved over your neck placing small kisses to the skin. 

“My girl.” 

“All yours.”

You’d been hesitant at first but now you are sure. You were made to be Hannibals. Your body knew it and your heart did too.

[the-mandawhor1an]

Just a scratch - Din Djarin x Reader drabble

Summary: Life as the assistant in a droid-operated doctor’s office isn't eventful. That is, unless a certain frequent visitor ends up in your capable hands again. This time he’s in for a bit more than just some bacta  Warnings: 18+ content, MDNI! brief description of wounds, some Mando’a (translation at the end), no face reveal (sorry!), allusion to sexytime A/N: This was fun! This little drabble is for @janaispunk’s 1500 follower celebration. The prompt was “neck kisses” and our boy Din – I decided to play around with a younger Din and the prompt basically screamed for an inner conflict about his oath (His age isn't mentioned but in my head he's in his 20s here) Fun fact, the actual fic part is exactly 1500 words. Unbeta'd, be nice 🙏

It is a slow day today, boring even.

So boring that you decide to clean the reception, dust off the high-shine furniture while listening to the low hum of all the equipment in the adjacent room. Your name badge rustles with every swipe of your arm. The light above you flickers. It is late in the evening, close to the end of your shift. 

To be quite frank, you like it like this. 

Empty. Peaceful. Tranquil.

Working in a doctor’s office, you’re regularly presented with emergencies that drain your energy quickly. Yes, the actual healing is mostly done by droids, but you occasionally have to lend a hand. Some people don’t trust droids. Or they are scared so you end up taking care of them.  

You understand to a degree. Sometimes the ‘doctor’ malfunctions and it’s your job to make sure it doesn’t harm the patients. And – because of your regular maintenance, you’d like to think – nothing has ever happened since you started your job here. Basically you are both a mechanic and the receptionist. And, well, the healer for certain patients that under no circumstance want a droid near them.

Such as the Mandalorian who has visited the office quite often now. In fact, you’re sure he deliberately stays close to the space port just to make sure he can see you when he is injured. 

He never really talks much until you start your process. He likes to tell you about where his injuries come from. He’s a bounty hunter, that much you have figured out by yourself. Most of his wounds aren’t threatening to his health, scratches, bruises, an occasional concussion. 

Today is no different. Just as you are about to take off your name tag, the door opens and he stumbles in. You’re familiar with the sound of his steps and take no time to get the med droid out of the exam room. 

He plops down on the table and starts removing his cape. 

“Well, what do we have this time?”

You don’t even need an answer. The hole ripped into the flight suit and the dark stain on his shoulder says enough. “Got bitten,” he states. With your head slightly tilted, you ask “You got bitten?”  The helmet halts for a second, staring at you. He said what he said. 

“May I?” you ask, offering a hand in taking off the metal plates that have to come off before you can tend to his wound. He nods and you carefully detach the shoulder plates. He hisses underneath the helmet. “I’m sorry,” you murmur. Placing the armor parts gently on the table next to him, you watch him take his gloves off. The gauntlets follow, as does the chest plate. His fingers feel for the closure of his vest. “Let me get some Bacta while you’re busy,” you stumble when you realize you’ve been staring at him for a while.

“I need you to take the shirt off as well…” you add as you’re already halfway in the storage to get equipment and hide your blushed cheeks. Technically there is enough Bacta in the exam room, but you know he needs privacy. 

The topic of his creed has come up before – when you’ve been treating him for the first time. He had suffered a concussion and you wanted to check his head, but ultimately he refused and explained why. You didn’t understand then, you don’t now, but you don’t have to. You’re just here to make sure he isn’t dying, right? 

When you return, he sits there in all his glory. Broad shoulders, a toned back, a slender waist and that damn helmet on his head. Tan, freckled skin and, rather pleasant to see, there’s no bruises on him this time. You’ve seen it all. The scars, bruises, new, old; scratches, cuts, blaster wounds. But a bite? That’s new. 

With a hand on his wounded shoulder, you take out a small light to see if the wound shows any signs of infection. “I know we usually have a ‘don’t ask don’t tell’ agreement but I have to break that this time. How? And was that a bounty?” Again, he hisses as your fingers graze the skin, avoiding your touch by arching his back. “Yes,” he replies. What else would it have been, realistically? An animal? Not here. And certainly not with a bite wound up that high. Or this is a rather unfortunate bedroom accident. 

You take the Bacta and spray it on the bite mark. It’s not too deep luckily. Neither has it hit any larger blood vessel nor are his precious muscles at risk. It probably hurts a lot, but he is used to pain. “Not a human, of course,” he says as the spray starts closing the little marks the teeth of the quarry have left in his flesh. With a damp wipe you wash away the blood on his shoulder, far enough away from the wound that he shouldn’t wince again. But he does. “Fierce warrior, huh? Is it that painful?” You half-mock, but your concern still audible underneath. This isn’t a wound that should hurt. Judging by his behavior, it’s uncomfortable. 

“It’s not. It’s just … you” “Me?” You take a step back to look into that black visor. Sometimes you wonder how he looks like underneath it. If his face is as pretty as you’ve imagined. “I–” he stammers. “I’m not used to being touched. Not so close to the helmet.” 

“Oh,” you let out. It’s not loud by any means but he’s close, so he hears it anyway. “Do you want to wipe your blood off of yourself?” You offer the cloth with an outreached arm. He hesitates, staring at the stained fabric you’re holding towards him. The pain in his shoulder slowly dissipates and the throbbing leaves. “N-no,” he finally says. His voice is low, breathy. You can clearly see that his breathing is more labored. Is he anxious? 

The hand with the rag slowly retreats and you take a moment to process what he says. “Do you want me to–” He nods, so you continue wiping away the blood. The holes in his skin have closed up and now only a set of pink little spots remains. His blood has traveled far down his back and you gulp before slowly moving down with your hand. His skin is warm and you can’t deny that there is suddenly a weird tension between you two. He sits here, watching you touch his exposed skin. You’ve done it before but never so close to his neck. Is he sensitive? As the side of your hand brushes against his neck, he flinches. You do it again and the helmet turns to face you. For a few seconds you stare at each other. 

You’re standing in between his knees, a respectful distance between your bodies otherwise. “I would’ve never guessed that,” you take your unoccupied hand and let your fingertips wander over the other side of his neck. He shivers and exhales sharply. 

He leans into your touch. The beat of his heart is visible, a vein pulsing underneath your index. “Don’t,” he hushes. Don’t what?

You halt the movement of both of your hands. He hesitantly extends one arm and rests his hand on your waist. First you expect him to push you away, but rather than that – he pulls you closer. He straightens his back until you’re almost eye to eye. You know he’s broad, but being so close to him made that abundantly clear.

“Don’t stop,” he pleas. The softness in his voice could melt your heart. The cloth falls onto the table behind him, squelching upon impact with the cold metal surface. Both your hands rest on his skin, drawing small circles on his neck. 

“Can I take that as confirmation you’ve been staying close on purpose?” Again, he nods. “I hope you’re not getting injured on purpose though,” you say with a smirk. A single chuckle emits from underneath the helmet. “I’m not, not any more at least.” you shake your head in amusement. “Could’ve just said something. Ask me out or something.” “And what would we do? I can’t take that helmet off.” 

I have an idea.

Leaning forward, you stroke over his shoulders and down his arms, making way for your lips to brush his shoulder. “Osik,” he curses under his breath. You’ve heard him curse in Mando’a before so your smirk just grows. Your lips travel up his shoulder, until they finally reach his neck. “I mean,” you talk in between kisses, feeling him melt against your chest. “I know something we could do that doesn’t necessarily need the helmet to come off.” On your life, you swear you hear him whimper. The battle-hardened Mandalorian whimpers. Because you offer what he probably has been waiting for for a while now. 

“Would you like that?” You tease. His hand travels down your waist. As it ends by your hip, his second hand joins. “Yeah.” 

_________________________

Osik – shit 

[returnsandreturns]

a scrappy little thing with no home

“Why would you think that I could never love you?” Gus asks.

“Uh, A, you appear very straight,” Shawn says. “You are often a crisply ironed shirt buttoned right to the top in human boy form and that does not give off vibes that make me think that you might be interested in making sweet love to me on a beach somewhere. Which is a random example and not at all something I’ve fantasized about since that time we were teenagers and I got you to take your shirt off at the beach and realized that I kind of wanted to see, like, everything. Am I still talking? Fuck!”

“I would never make love to you on a beach,” Gus says.

“I know!” Shawn says.

“Not because of—whatever else you’re talking about,” Gus says. “Mostly the sand and the public indecency laws.”

“Those don’t exist in my fantasies,” Shawn says. “Anyway, this was a list—why you could never love me. So, A, straight. And B. . .why would you?”

“. . .what?” Gus asks.

“I don’t want to sound like Morrissey,” Shawn says, shaking his head. “That is a goal of mine—never sounding like Morrissey.”

Gus just looks at him expectantly.

“The fact that you haven’t physically killed me by now is a testament to your inhuman patience,” Shawn says, sighing. “I’m. . .I’m lucky that you’ve stayed my friend this whole time. I couldn’t ask for more than that when you already deal with so much of my. . .weird bullshit.”

“. . .you’re an idiot,” Gus says, softly.

“Exactly,” Shawn says, nodding.

“No,” Gus says, taking Shawn’s face in his hands and pressing their mouths together softly. “Idiot.”

Shawn’s breath catches but he’s not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. A gift Gus in the—he doesn’t get a chance for his mind to wander because Gus keeps kissing him and, for once in his life, his brain actually turns off.

[flowermiist]

When I see you.

Pairing: John Price x Reader // Platonic

Angst.

Guilt. His actions and decisions in life have brought him here, it’s his own fault. This is his punishment for who he is, for what he’s done.

John knows he’s dying.

An enemy bullet got to the side of his chest, the bulletproof vest pretty useless at this point. Another bullet decorating his collarbone.

Laying there on the floor in the middle of the battle field, his men shooting, the enemy too.

A man like him was not destined to a good ending, he has always known that.

John has always known he’s not a good man, his hands too dirty for him to try to wash them at this point in life.

Yet as he is simply looking up, breathing heavily, someone comes.

“Dad, what are you doing?” You curiously ask, leaning towards his big – bloody figure.

His clothes are covered in splatters and stains of blood, his chest bleeding out. He’s laying there on the dirty ground in the middle of what seems to you like a battlefield, with bullets flying everywhere and explosions going off

Any gear of his is practically destroyed at this point, torn to pieces and covered in bebris, dust and blood.

John’s eyes flutter before he can open them just slightly – “Just... laying down, sweetheart...” he mumbles in a wheezy whisper, his voice coming out filled with pain but also a void and relief of seeing you again after all these years.

Hoarse from the orders he has barked, hoarse from the pain he has put himself and others through.

A thick line of dark blood rolls down from the corner of his mouth to the dusty floor beneath him.

“Why?” A question of yours after another.

“What are you doing here?” Curiosity has never left you after all.

The man grits his teeth in a weak manner – more than one is definitely broken, letting his head loll back against the ground. More blood trickles out of his mouth as he looks at you — standing above him, your face and your body completely untouched by the chaos around the two of you.

“Dying...” he mumbles, his voice weak and so hoarse. “S’what it looks like I’m doin’... sweetheart.”

John tries to lift his arm towards you, he really does… yet his gloved hand remains heavy over the bleeding wound on his collarbone.

A dying officer, a dying man.

“You should get up.” You reply in a calm tone, taking a seat on the floor next to him, no longer leaning towards him.

He lets out a breathless wheeze that might’ve been some kind of attempt to laugh. Clearly too weak and too tired to get up, the pain and the loss of blood being too much for his body.

“Don’t think I can, princess...” he mumbles feildly, looking at her with glazed over eyes and pain in his voice – “Bloody think ‘m dyin’ here, love.”

John waits before he repeats himself again.

“Don’t think I can, my love...” he slowly and croakily mumbles, letting out a small bloody and wet cough that makes his rugged face scrunch with pain.

Yet it’s like he feels nothing.

Because John believes he stopped feeling the moment you were gone.

“Why are you crying, daddy?” Yet another question, you seem… worried by seeing his tears. It almost feels too unnatural to see him like this, out of all people. Him.

The single stray tear rolls down from his dirty temple to the top of his ear.

And he didn’t even notice until you mentioned that detail.

Because the only thing that scares him is never seeing you again after he closes his eyes one last time.

One tear turns into two, two tears turn into three and before he can even think about it, the dust on his face is being somehow wiped away by the salty liquid rolling down his face.

It isn’t a cry of physical pain, nor is it a cry of fear.

Even if a man like John Price does not deserve a space in a so-called heaven... He is terrified he won’t see his little girl again.

That is the only thing that scares John.

The tears are dripping down his rugged face without him even realizing, his icy, hollow eyes looking up at your beautiful face as the tears roll down his face, past his ears, past any barrier that were holding them previously.

His chest feels tight, like there are hands around his heart and his throat. A father who can’t even answer his child’s question, his throat feeling too weak to even speak. All he can do is just look at you, his mind reeling with all the memories he has of you.

His girl... his little girl...

“Don’t wanna... be away from you...”

“‘m scared that I won’t see ya after this...”

“Cause I can see you now and-”

John lets out a hoarse, loud and wheezy bloody cough before he can continue – His now pale face scrunching up from the pain kicking in.

“...and then I can’t get enough of it...”

“Need to see you, again and always...”

At this point he’s a babbling mess.

But interrupted by another loud coughing fit.

John takes a shuddering – agonizing breath before he can continue in a weak and tired, but pleading whisper.

“Just take me with you, Y/N.”

It’s not like he could care less if he is dying in what he believes is a warfare shithole, but you aren’t replying that is what is truly killing him.

So before John can say anything else, his eyes are sealed by the exhaustion, the blood loss and the ringing inside his ears.

—

“Good to have you back, Captain.” A masculine voice says quietly, thick with its own accent.

And all the captain can do is take a deep, shaky breath while the dim white light of the ceiling illuminates his room as well as his face.

Nobody will tell him he kept mumbling certain name over and over again whenever his previously unconscious body allowed him to.

Y/N

A/n: A warm heart chapter III is coming soon, I promise🥹... This is what I’ll give you for now. With love...

-Flowermiist 🐑