#last night of amore film

[ismailovatwins]

Tonight in Milan, events will unfold frantically while the light of dawn keeps moving farther.

– L'ULTIMA NOTTE DI AMORE /  LAST NIGHT OF AMORE

[lqveharrington]

Movie Night | M.M.

summary: you and miles having a movie date night <3

pairing: earth 1610!miles morales x fem!reader

warnings: (not proof read !!) making out, loads of fluff, no use of y/n, mama rio scolding the shit outta her son toward the end (trust me, it could’ve been more)

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“I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much that it makes me sick..." The Morales’ television played 10 Things I Hate About You for the young couple watching the movie. You were watching intently, head resting atop of Miles’ chest while messing with the loose string on his shirt. Miles, on the other hand, chose to watch you and pay no attention to the movie you so desperately wanted to watch.

He had been watching you for most of the film, only returning his attention back to the movie when you flashed your eyes up at him.

“Miles, I can feel your stare.” You sigh, adjusting your head to rest your chin on his chest, staring back up at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, mi vida.” He rubbed your back, “¿No se me permite mirar a mi hermosa amor?”

You scrunch your nose at the loss of understanding a different language. “Miles,” You gently smack his chest, “I understood amor.”

Miles squeezed your waist, “You’re adorable, you know that?’

Grumbling, you look at the screen again, hiding your red cheeks. “Just watch the movie, Morales.”

“Are we back on last name basis again? I thought we were past that.” He shifted to see your faux pouty face. “Aw.”

“Shut up.” You scoot up and bury your head in his neck, refusing to meet his eyes.

He let out a soft laugh, leaning his head back, “Why’re you hiding, mami?”

“You are so insufferable.” Your voice came out muffled. “You and your many, many nicknames.”

“You love my nicknames for you.” Miles continued to rub your back. “And you know I never say anything bad about you in Spanish.”

“What did you say then?”

He chuckled at you, “I said, Am I not allowed to look at my beautiful love?”

You push up on your elbows at the words, “You romanticist.”

“You love me.” He gave you a small smirk, cupping your cheek.

“Do I?” You melt into his hand. He raised his eyebrow at you.

“You know what? Yeah, I do.”

Miles gently brought your face closer to his, pulling you into a soft, needed kiss. You smile into his kiss, moving in sync with his own motions. The movie playing faded into white noise as you both made out, somehow switching positions, moving Miles on top of you.

“Miles,” You separated for a brief moment, needing to breathe. “What time is it?”

“Time is relative.” He pecked your lips, “So, it doesn’t really matter.”

“Ha ha.” You rolled your eyes but ended up being lip locked with your boyfriend again.

He had you trapped with his body, one hand by the curve of your waist and the other now by your neck. You, in a similar way, had your hands interlocked behind his neck pulling him impossibly closer.

However, the both of you being preoccupied, you didn’t realize that Miles’ parents had gotten home from their date night.

“MILES GONZALO MORALES. ¡SERA MEJOR BÁJATE DE ELLA, JOVEN!” Rio shoved her bag into a chair, hands on her hips.

“Shit!” Miles fell to the floor, accidently taking you down with him.

“Hey! Don’t use that language here.” Jeff scolded his son.

You stared at Miles and you both knew what was going to happen.

“We’re screwed.”

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[greynatomy]

perfect

alessia russo x reader

based on this and this request.

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You were currently seven months pregnant. And you were miserable. Alessia, your wife, has been amazing through the whole journey.

Like right now, you woke up in the middle of the night after feeling some pain in your back. Unable to fall asleep, you carefully got out of your wife’s grip and exited the bedroom. You went to the living room, seeing a bit of a mess and started to clean up.

Back in the bedroom, Alessia stirs in her sleep and reaches out to the other side of the bed for you only to find it empty. The space was still slightly warm meaning you got out just recently. She gets out of the bed, shivering when her bare feet touches the cold floor and makes her way out. Entering the living room, she finds you with a duster, dusting anything and everything you could reach. She leans against the hallway wall, arms folded over her chest.

“Hey, honey. What are you doing?”

“Ugh! Don’t even get me started.”

“Anything I can do to help?”

“If you can somehow get this baby out of me.”

Alessia pushes off the wall and walks towards you.

“Can I try something?” You feel her standing behind you, her breath fanning against your ear sending shivers down your spine. You can only let out a hum of confirmation, too flustered to know how to use words.

Her arms move to wrap themselves around your waist, hands coming under your bump.

“What are you doing?”

“Shh. Just lean on me.” Her voice soft, you comply, turning your head to breathe in her scent.

She intertwines her hands together under your bump, slowly and carefully lifts your stomach up. Immediately you let out a sigh, relieved at the weight being taken from you.

“Oh, I could marry you all over again.”

She holds your stomach for about a minute, pressing light kisses all over your neck and shoulders.

“I’m gonna put it down slowly now.” She does, making you release a groan. “Think you can come back to bed?”

“Mmhm.”

A few days later, Alessia had gotten home late. She expected you to be asleep, but she found you awake sitting at the dining room table, laptop open and papers sprawled over.

“Baby? Why are you still up?” She asks, moving to stand behind you, hands massaging your shoulders.

You sigh, not taking your eyes off the screen.

“There’s still so much to do.”

“Well, when do you need them done by?”

“Uh, Thursday.”

“Babe. You have like a week to get it done. You’re working too much.”

“I just wanna get ahead.”

Being with you for years, Alessia knows one way to get you to stop working. Grabbing her phone, she connects it to the speakers around the house.

You look away from the screen, hearing the familiar song, a favorite of yours.

Perfect by Ed Sheeran

“May I have this dance?”

You accept her hand that she held out for you. She pulls you as close to her as she could, minding your belly. It’s was silent bar the music. Alessia takes the lead, swaying to the melody.

“You really shouldn’t be overworking yourself, amore mio. It’s not good for you and the baby.”

You sigh into her neck. “I know. I just want to get everything done before she comes.”

“And you will. Just give yourself some more breaks. I want the baby to be healthy, but I want my wife to be healthy as well.”

Well, I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share her homeI found a lover, to carry more than just my secrets To carry love, to carry children of our own

“Feel like watching a film with me?”

“Depends. Which film?”

“Tangled?”

“Oh, baby. If you think I was bad watching that before I was pregnant, wait and see after. These hormones got me acting up.”

“And I’ll have a box of tissues ready for you.”

She pulls away from the dance, hands coming up to cup your cheeks as the song ends, giving you a passionate kiss. It makes you tear up.

Pulling away from the kiss, she goes back to hold you, her warm breath fanning over your ear as she sings you the last line.

You look perfect tonight.

[devilishchaos]

Hi, I just read your Miami fic and it was awesome! If your requests are open, could write more Rúben smut, where is making love you to during your anniversary night, him being really gentle and end up with cockwarming until morning xx

Anniversary | Rúben Dias Imagine

Rating / genre: M (18+); smut, fluff

Pairings: Reader x Rúben Dias

Summary: Y/N and Rúben have soft anniversary sex.

Warnings: Explicit smut, oral sex (f receiving), explicit talk, unprotected vaginal penetration (don't do it!!! stay safe!), hair grabbing, use of pet names "baby", "babe", "princesa", size talk just for a sec, google translated portuguese

AN: Thank you so much. I loved this request, I just had to deliver <3 They have sex in the morning, I hope this is okay with you :) enjoy x

Word Count: 2 143 words

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Your eyes opened slowly as you were dragged out of your dream. You felt fingertips gently trailing up and down your bare spine, the touch a familiar one. 

Rúben laid next to you in bed, though he’d been awake for a while. The noise coming from the raging storm outside had stirred him out from his own sleep. He enjoyed laying in the dark, listening to the storm and tracing shapes onto your skin. He loved to feel the movements of your steady breathing under his touch, it brought him comfort that nothing else could. 

Your eyes adjusted to the dark, watching lightning flash behind the sheer curtains. You had no idea what time it was, the storm making the sky pitch-black. 

“Good morning, meu amor.” he spoke in his deep, husky morning voice. You rolled over to face him, offering a sleepy smile. He leaned in and kissed you slowly. Nothing about this morning was rushed. You and Rúben were in your own little world. 

Your fingers went into his soft hair, deepening your kiss. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t get home earlier last night.” Rúben apologized softly when the two of you split for air. 

“It’s okay, amor.” you said quietly, letting him slot one of his legs between yours. 

Rúben had gotten caught up at the Etihad Campus the night before, filming content for the City youtube channel, and you were already in bed when he’d finally returned. He had managed not to wake you as he climbed into bed and you were just happy to wake up to him in the morning. 

His lips were back on yours then, his hand on the small of your back pulling you closer to him. He had stripped down everything before getting in bed the night before and you hadn’t bothered to get dressed after a bath. 

It was all skin-to-skin contact, warm and soft, as you sleepily made out in bed. You sighed quietly into Rúben’s mouth and he smiled against your lips. 

“Happy anniversary. Eu te amo.” you whispered softly as he kissed your neck and he hummed against your skin before pulling back to look at you. 

“Happy anniversary, princesa. Te amo mais.” he said, rolling you over so he was on top of you. 

You shuddered as thunder shook the house, rolling through the city. Rúben smiled gently down at you and you exhaled deeply as he kissed down your body. 

“You’re so beautiful.” he hummed against your skin, making you blush at his sweetness. 

“It’s dark.” you giggled quietly. 

“I know what you look like.” he defended himself as his tongue pushed out from between his swollen lips, flicking over the perked bud in the center of your breast while his long fingers knead and twist the other. You tilt your head back, your eyes fluttering closed as your jaw falls slack, panting breaths filling the quiet between the two of you. When he scrapes his teeth over your sensitive skin, your breath comes out as a moan and you can feel his lips curve into a smile against your breast. 

Rúben’s knee disappears from between your legs, leaving your damp, throbbing center with nothing to push against, and you whimper slightly. “Shh..” he murmurs against your skin and shifts his body so that he’s on his knees in front of you, pressing his mouth to your sternum, down your stomach as his fingers grab greedily at your hips. 

When he looks back up at you, eyes hazy and heavy with lust, bright red spots appearing over your skin where he’s mouthed at your body, hair mussed from his fingers, Rúben can’t stop himself from letting an eyebrow slide up, a smile forming on his lips. 

When he leans back into your body, his lips fast and sloppy now as he presses wet, open mouthed kisses to your stomach and hips, you let your head fall back against the silky pillow and your fingers ghost up to curl in his hair. Rúben’s hands slide behind your thighs, gripping the swell of your ass before he tugs you, to the edge of the bed. You jerk forward, grateful for the closeness he has created as his shoulders press in between your thighs. 

“Rúben- ” you whisper and you realize it’s the first word either of you have spoken in a while amidst the sounds of moans and panting. 

“Shh, babygirl.” he says, taking your face in between his hands. He brings your face to his, pressing a gentle kiss against your mouth “Let me love on you.” he pulls back from your lips and his hands slide to your shoulders to gently push you back against the bed. Rúben’s head dips and you feel his warm mouth pressing against the top of one thigh, then the other. When his hands grip your knees, sliding your legs farther open, you feel your heart racing in your chest with anticipation. 

Rúben’s facial hair tickles where it comes in contact with your thigh as his mouth trails down the inside of your thigh, pressing a gentle kiss where the skin dips between the swell of your thigh and your sex. When he replaces his lips with his teeth, biting suddenly and harshly, your thighs try to come together, closing around his head as you gasp. You relax your muscles as his teeth ease and he pulls back slightly to run his tongue over the indents he’s left behind in your skin. 

You push a hand into his hair, pushing the bangs back and digging your nails into his scalp as his head dips to the other thigh. Rúben replays the same touches, biting and soothing your soft skin on the other side, and you feel your chest rumble with a moan as you think about the matching bruises you’ll be sporting on the insides of your thighs for the next few days. His fingers slip in between your folds, sliding through the slick arousal that he’s built in your core. 

“Ohh, Rúben..” you whisper, not sure what you’re going to say - maybe, “you don’t have to.” or “please, just put your dick in me..now.” - but he cuts you off. 

“Don’t speak.” he says, glancing up at you from between your thighs and you can feel his words against your throbbing centre. You hold his eyes with your own for a moment, seeing the glint of lust and passion in his, and nod slowly. 

“Be my good girl.” he purrs, the words slightly muffled as he presses them into your slick lips and you feel a shiver running down your entire body.

With one last glance up at you, Rúben’s mouth presses to your core, parting your swollen lips with his fingers so he can slide his tongue from your throbbing hole to the swollen bundle of nerves above it. His tongue, wide and gentle, slides over your pussy, forcing you to roll your hips slightly over his face. His nose brushes against your clit with the motion and you gasp at the friction. Rúben takes this as a cue, bringing his mouth up to the sensitive bead and sucking it between his lips. He rolls his tongue over it then around as he suckles gently. Your fingers curl, scratching his scalp as you slightly force his face closer, desperate for more. 

“Oh, God..” you gasp, your back arching slightly and Rúben’s hand disappears from where it’s been kneading the soft skin of the inside of your thigh. Two of his fingers are suddenly pressed against your hole, teasing before sliding in easily in your vagina. You feel him filling you, knuckle by knuckle, as he continues to move his tongue over your swollen bud. 

Rúben’s fingers curl inside of you before he pulls back slightly, beginning to use his hand to thrust deep into the part of you that aches with how badly you want him, how badly you need him. His fingers slide against your walls, satisfying that part of your brain that’s been crying out for more. Amidst your own panting and whimpers, you hear him say something, mouth still between your legs and you push his head back from your thighs. 

“What did you say?” you ask breathless as your chest expands rapidly, your cheeks hot as he looks up at you. 

“I love you so much, baby.” Rúben says, and the look on his face is like he’s drunk “‘I’m  so lucky..” he says again, fingers still thrusting in and out of you with each word “..lucky to know you..” he presses another kiss to your other thigh “..lucky to touch you..” his mouth is against your clit “..lucky to love you.” 

He runs his tongue over it, to ghost over your sensitive bud, bringing it back between his lips, and this time he lets his teeth scrape gently over it right as he slams his fingers deep into your body. The feeling that’s been building in your core, the tightness that has had you writhing under his touch, suddenly peaks and your jaw drops open, your hips thrusting against his hand and mouth as your fingers grip his head. 

Rúben’s fingers make smaller pushes now, gently guiding you down as he keeps his mouth in place, his tongue running over the pulsing swell in his mouth. Your muscles tighten around his fingers, gripping him as you spasm through your release. When your body finally eases, the muscles in your body loosen as your release washes through your body, Rúben pulls his hand away from you, sitting back on his heels as he wipes the back of his hand over his slick chin and lips. 

Despite the storm outside, you felt safe with Rúben and you were melting in the softness of the moment. 

“Ready?” Rúben asked, kissing your lips before settling between your legs. You reached your hands out to him and he intertwined his fingers with yours, kissing the backs of your hands. 

“Want me to hold your hands?”

“Yes, please.” you nodded and he smiled in the dark. 

Your breath caught in your throat as Rúben eased inside of you. He praised you for taking him in so well and you breathed as you adjusted to his cock. You never quite got used to how big Rúben was, despite your frequent sex life. Once he bottomed out, he stilled for a few moments to let the dull ache subside. 

“I love feeling you stretch to take all of me in.” he hummed, and you squeezed his hands. His lips brushed over your cheekbone, pressing gentle kisses on your face. 

“Rúbenn..” you moaned as he slowly rocked his hips, pushing all the way into you. His breathing grew heavier as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. 

You let go of one of his hands to pull him down to kiss him passionately as he continued to thrust into you. You were like velvet around him, every part of you so soft. You were addicting and Rúben was mesmerized by how perfect you were for him. 

“Rú, I- I want- ” you were cut off with a gasp as the head of his dick brushed against your g-spot. 

“Tell me, amor. What do you want?”

“I want to be on top.” you got out through whimpers of pleasure. 

Rúben snuck an arm under you, holding you tightly against him, staying nestled deep inside of you. He moved to sit up against the headboard, your legs still wrapped around his hips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning into his mouth as you rocked your hips against his, nearly crying out at the deeper angle. 

“I love seeing you ride me like this.” he praised, reaching down to gently massage your clit, feeling your walls tighten around him. You kept your movements slow and steady, the pleasure making Rúben’s head fall back. You kissed the column of his throat, his deep moan sending a wave of arousal through you. 

“Babe, I’m so close..” you whimpered and he increased the pressure on your clit, making you cry out his name.

“Cum for me, baby..cum all over me.” Rúben breathed and a shiver rolled down your spine. You rolled forward as you came, squeezing your husband’s shoulders. Your breathing became uneven as your nerves sparked with electricity. The sight of you coming undone above him had Rúben spilling inside of you with a deep moan that echoed through your bedroom, mixing with a boom of thunder. 

I love you’s were murmured in the dark, kisses pressed to your head as you caught your breath. You laid on Rúben’s chest, keeping him buried deep inside of you, even after you were done. You squirmed a bit at first, but Rúben rubbed your back lightly and your eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of being full.

[gucciwins]

a talk show and a surprise 

word count: 1827

a/n: okay, don’t know if you’ve seen haley lu richardson being surprised by nick jonas on FaceTime during an interview and it gave me this idea, and it’s something short and sweet i hope you enjoy, mis amores 

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Talk shows were not your specialty, in your opinion. It felt weird talking to a host and having a live audience told to react at different cues. After appearing in the second season of The White Lotus, there was promo to do as expected. Still, there was a new population of fans following your Instagram tripling your following weeks since the show premiered. Your content was being shared as fans deemed you “real” for posting after-running selfies, photos of you cuddling your parent’s corgi they got after all their children left home. Their favorite was a video of you crying on your living room floor to “fine line” as it played on your record player.

It’s a video that managed to be shared thousands of times. To top it off, your best friend decided to offer them a new treat by posting a video of you at Harry’s Wembley show, happily dancing in the rain. The video ended with you pointing to the stage, screaming that you loved Harry Styles. You were obviously a fan, but your paths never crossed, not that you were surprised you still felt like you were getting your footing on what stardom meant. While Harry literally had the entire world charmed.

Bee assured you it would be fine; a few questions, a few stories, and it would be over. She prepared you for the mention of Harry because hosts loved the views and a good clickbait. It wasn’t your first time and would definitely not be your last. Jimmy Fallon was an angel, and you would be fine.

“Welcome our guest for the night, Y/N Y/LN.”

You walk out dressed in a beautiful black velvet mini dress. It features a lace bib with scalloped trim, diamonte piping, and satin bows. It had a flowing mini-length skirt with romantic blouson sleeves. You loved it from the moment you put it on and knew the crowd would eat it up as well.

Jimmy welcomed you with a hug and gestured for you to take a seat on the couch. “It’s great to have you here, Y/N.”

“Well, thanks for having me.”

Jimmy laughs going on to share about your past works and how you are a well-loved guest on the show.

“White Lotus is just amazing. You’re an absolute stand-out.”

You laugh, trying not to get too flustered as the audience cheers loudly for you. “Thank you. I have had the absolute best time. There’s nothing better than getting to film with Aubrey Plaza and Jennifer Coolidge.”

“While in Italy,” Jimmy adds on.

“The cherry on top.”

Jimmy leans closer, “now tell me, were you even a little bit nervous.”

“Oh, I was a mess. I was sure they cast the wrong person, but Bee, my manager, assured me that they thought I was the perfect fit.” You shared thinking back to when you first heard you got the role.

“Heard Aubrey Plaza got you a gift.”

You laugh, shaking your head as he brings out a photo of you with a signed headshot of Aubrey. “A little birdy told her I was a fan. There was a note that said: Now you don’t have to be nervous around me.”

“That’s amazing.”

“It’s framed in my house.” You share. Not at all lying. “The cast was so welcoming. There was not one bad day. Aubrey really took me under her wing, and yeah, one of my best experiences ever.”

Jimmy holds a hand over his heart, “that’s amazing to hear. It can be seen through the show, so if you haven’t watched it, you can head over to HBO Max and watch the talented Miss Y/N Y/N and the rest of the cast. We’ll be right back.”

After a short break you spent with Jimmy laughing and having your lipstick touched up, the cameras were ready to roll.

“Now, Y/N, I was told you love concerts.”

You nod, “I live and breathe them, Jimmy.”

“Who have you seen recently?”

“Oh too many, my good friend Phoebe Bridgers, Haim, oh Wolf Alice was wonderful recently in Los Angeles. My social media is a surface level of the few I’ve gone to this year. I drag my friends to different shows all the time. They love it. It’s the easiest place to fall undetected. At least I don’t think I’m famous enough to be recognized,” you joke, knowing it’s relatively easy to blend in a crowd when you are not the main star.

“Come on now, all these fans in the audience would say otherwise.”

The chant for you is loud, and you take a moment to take it all in. You’re quick to undermine your talent, but it’s clear that you have an audience that loves you.

“Now, what do you have to say about that?” Jimmy smiles, sensing how the cheers made you tuck into yourself for a moment before you began to blow kisses to the fans, thanking them endlessly.

“It’s surreal. Something I definitely don’t take for granted.”

The interview has been moving on smoothly, Jimmy asking you questions about the show and a few about your childhood. You're thankful he doesn’t have new childhood pictures of you to show. Your mother does that proudly on her Instagram.

“Now, you know we have to talk about this viral video of you.”

“Oh no,” you gasp.

Jimmy and you turn to look at a screen playing the video of you standing in one of Wembley’s boxes, dancing to Harry Styles as he sings to a sold-out stadium. It was a special day because your best friend surprised you with tickets that Bee helped her get. You had been working when tickets went on sale and were heartbroken to hear they were sold out nights. Thankfully, Bee has enough connections that she managed to get you tickets

“That is you at a Harry Styles show.”

You feel your face warm, hoping this interview will never reach him. “Looks like me.”

Jimmy shakes his head, “was that your first time?”

“Nope! It definitely won’t be my last,” you share honestly.

He shakes his head, “I’ve been to my fair share, and boy does he put on a hell of a show.”

“He really does. He’s created such a wonderful environment for many I’ve never experienced anything like it.”

Jimmy grins mischievously, “I have a little surprise for you.”

Your eyes widen in surprise, “is it a mug with his face on it?”

The audience and Jimmy laugh. You’re too distracted and don’t notice Jimmy’s hand going under his desk until he calls your name. You’re met with a phone, and the shock quickly sets in.

“Hi, love.” A familiar accent you recognize instantly.

You look away from the phone pointed at you, instead bury your face in your hands as the audience's laugh rings loud. Harry’s laugh is the only one that stands out for you.

“That’s–hi,” you manage to breathe out, not believing that Harry was on a facetime call to you. You look around and manage to find Bee on the side. “Is this real?” You ask her, pointing to the phone.

She gives you a big grin and thumbs up. You can’t believe it.

“Are you surprised?” Jimmy questions, clearly knowing the answer.

“A bit,” you express breathlessly.

All the cameras are pointed your way, and you have to face him. Harry’s smiling, and you feel yourself melting in your seat as you can see his dimples clearly. This is not real. Your celebrity crush is not staring at you through what seems like your phone the close you look at it.

“Hi Harry,” you give him a small wave.

“How you doing, love?”

“Good, good. A tad bit embarrassed. Trying to remember how to breathe.”  

Harry laughs at your response.  “Oh, I’m sorry.”

Jimmy cuts in, knowing you’d probably stare at the phone all day, not wanting to hang up on Harry. “Harry has something he wanted to say.”

His green eyes shine bright, and you know he’s enjoying this conversation with you. “I just finished White Lotus.”

“Shut up! You did not!”

Harry nods, “absolutely did. My band and I would get together to watch it every Sunday. Gave us something to relax over during the tour. You were my favorite,” he confesses.

“Me?” You point to yourself. “This is not real.”

“I hope you can come to a show next year. I would love to meet you?”

“I’m there,” you promise him without a second thought.

Harry nods, “good, we’ll be in touch.”

“Can I tell you something before you go?” You look at Jimmy, then back at Harry.

“This is your call, Y/N. Go ahead.” Jimmy grins, urging you on.

“Harry, thank you. I know I can say that you are an absolutely amazing person. Thank you for creating such a welcoming and safe environment at your concerts. It, in some ways, feels like coming home. I mean, you surely didn’t have to do this, but you did, and I’m so thankful. You’ve always shared your kindness with the world from when you were just a teen to now, and it just goes to show how true and honest your character is. Send my love to your Mom. She truly raised a wonderful human being.”

The crowd awes, not having expected such an emotional confession, and neither were you, but you weren’t sure at the next opportunity you would have to tell him. Harry stares at you for a few seconds with flushed cheeks and a timid smile.

“Thank you, Y/N. That is so kind of you to say. I do hope we get to meet soon. I know we’d get on fabulously. All the best to you. Good night, Jimmy. Good night, Y/N.”

Harry hangs up the facetime, and you bring your hands to your face, not believing what just happened. That did not feel real. You hoped, looking back at it, you wouldn’t cringe with embarrassment.

“That happened,” Jimmy jokes.

You reach forward and grasp Jimmy’s hand tightly. “You are my favorite person.”

“After Harry Styles, right?”

You throw your head back and laugh. “Obviously.”

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After the surprise of a lifetime, you ended the interview and walked to your dressing room, where you tried to process what in the hell happened in the last half hour. Bee walks in with the proudest smile handing you back your phone.

“We’ll head out at twenty.”

You take the time to slip off your heels and rest on the couch, unlocking your phone and seeing you have three new messages. It’s all from a new contact that you know you did not have before today.

Harry S.

It was lovely chatting with you.

Heard you’re going to be in London in a few days, would love to get dinner with you.

This is Harry, by the way.

Yeah, it seemed your life was about to get very interesting.

[judysxnd]

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Okay so I got my first request, thank you so much !! It got me so excited!! Also, I have no idea why I can’t tag you, I guess I’m still struggling to understand tumblr 😂 I hope you’ll like what I wrote.

Summary : y/n and Pedro are going out for dinner. As they walk out, a small group, apparently fans of y/n, recognize them. As they interact, it does not go as planned, which makes Pedro pretty jealous and uncomfortable.

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You and Pedro have been dating for over a year now. Being both actors, your schedules were always a little tight. So, from the beginning, you secured a moment for a date, and you both agreed on Thursday night. So every Thursday, you chose a restaurant and went. At the beginning you were very nervous about going out, as your relationship was yet to be official. So you were ordering, or went out of the city. After 10 months, it was official, so you decided not to hide anymore.

Fans were nice and respectful not to disturb you if they found you while having dinner, but before and after it was inevitable. And today was no exception. Today is Thursday, and you were about to leave. Pedro chose a nice Italian restaurant that you’ve both never went to.

“You look absolutely gorgeous mi amor” he said as he entered the bathroom. You were finishing getting ready, putting your earrings. You looked at him through the mirror as he settled himself next to you.

“You too look amazing mi cariño” he let out a little moan when he heard mi cariño. Oh how he loved when you spoke his native language.

“Okay we need to go before I change my mind” you laughed.

Thirty minutes later you were walking in the restaurant. It was not that much crowded. It made you less anxious. Less people meant less people looking at you. Yes, you were not a fan of the attention when you trying to enjoy your private life.

The dinner went great. The food was great, you and Pedro talked a lot, you joked, had serious conversations. It actually amazed the both of you how you could never run out of things to talk about, even if you live together and have been dating for a while. After finishing dessert and your glass of wine, you decided to leave. It was not too late, but you wanted to spend the rest of night alone with him.

After walking for two minutes hand in hand, you were interrupted by a group of two guys and one girl.

“Hi we’re so sorry to bother you, but we wondered if we could take a picture with you y/n?” The girl said.

“Oh yes, of course!” You said enthusiastically. You and Pedro parted. You took a few pictures with the girl. The two guys stayed on the side, eyeing and checking you, looking up and down at you, but you quickly avoided them and drove your full attention to the girl. But Pedro didn’t. It was making him jealous. How could they look at you like that? He was literally next to you.

“I really loved your last movie, it was amazing, I can’t wait for the second one!”

“Thank you so much, yeah I can’t wait either, I think you’ll like the second one better!”

“Have you finished filming it yet?”

“Almost actually”

“Are you going to be in that pool again?” One of the guy suddenly asked, smirking. You looked at him confused, not saying anything. Pedro was frowning.

“Oh- are you going to fight that dude again? It was pretty h-” the other guy said but was interrupted by Pedro before you got to say anything.

“Okay! I think that’s enough” he said coming closer to you. “As much we appreciate the attention, there’s more to the movie and y/n’s acting than that” he said, staring very intensely at the guys. They were shocked. “Did you actually watch the entire movie? Or just got to watch those parts for something else?”

“We- no, we did wa-” Pedro didn’t let them finish.

“I think you should apologize” he said. “And at least behave like your friend here and actually have some interests” he said pointed to the girl who was clearly embarrassed by her friends.

“We’re sorry”

“Yeah sorry..” they said.

“Thank you” you finally said barely looking at them. “And you to you, you were very nice, have a good night” you said to the girl. Pedro put his arm on your shoulder and you left.

“Thank you” you said to Pedro, holding him tight.

“I hate those kind of people, I don’t know at least pretend to give fuck in front of the person” he said a little aggressively. He was still upset.

“Calm down, it’s over now. Forget about them, let’s not let them ruin our night”

“I know you’re famous too and I’m used to people looking at you, but the way they were checking you out and how they talked about you, it just makes me so mad. They were looking at you like- I saw their eyes wondering on your body, hm hm, scanning you and all, nope I can’t” your right arm was around Pedro’s waist, and you put your left arm on his stomach.

“The entire world worships you, it’s like that every time we see your fans, you know how I feel now” you joked, he stared at you. “Too soon?”

“Too soon”

“Okay, I’ll try again in twenty minutes” you joked again. This time Pedro couldn’t help but smile. “There it is” you pointed to his mouth.

“Okay okay” he said laughing a little bit, putting your hand away. You were now at your car.

The drive home was silent, music playing in the background. It was not awkward nor anything. You could see that Pedro was more relaxed now. Everything was fine, and you were going to be able to enjoy the rest of the night together at home. This date night was not over.

[wosoluver]

You always know what to say and do.

Andrea Medina x reader

-> got this idea while watching her tiktok, where they're playing the marshmallow game, so if you want some good context to it, pls look it up. Once again this is fictional, and don't necessarily reflect the reality, although Andrea has been open about her ADHD and hyperactivity.

TW: angst, anxiety attack (sort of), mentions of hyperactivity and feelings of anxiety.

You and your girlfriend were almost never apart. You thrive in each-others presence. Always a safe place to joke around, talk, sing, cry or sometimes just sit around in comfortable silence. And by silence it actually meant you were relaxing quietly while Andrea walked around talking nonstop.

It never bothered her because she knew you were paying attention to her every move and words, and it made her feel like someone was actually listening to her. And you, you loved those moments more than anything. It didn't bother you either, to you, her voice was the most relaxing sound, you could listen to her jokes all day. You loved that despite knowing you had a way lower energy level, she could always still be one hundred percent herself, even if it meant enduring her hyperactive self. It was indeed very comforting having someone so opposite to you that yet complemented you perfectly deep down inside.

So when she called you up at 3 AM crying, your heart broke. It was hard enough being away from each other, when she was away with the sub 20 national team. This time they were away for a game against Germany, and the call was unexpected to say the least. Even though you would spend hours on facetime, she usually slept like a baby through the night, especially after training for hours. That's one of the only things that would really drain some energy out of her.

Andrea was the type of person to never break down in front of others, so when she called you in the middle of the night, you knew it was bad.

"What happened amor? Why are you crying?" - you asked desperately.

You could barely make up the words she was saying through the phone.

"Breathe okay? I'm here, cry all you need and then talk to me amor" -

It took around ten minutes for her cries to die down.

"Everyone hates me!" - "They think I am annoying and they don't want me around!" -

"Did someone say that to you?"-

She shook her head while she spoke - "No, but I know it, I can tell"-

"Baby, tell me what happened okay? Is Ornella with you?" -

"No, we're not sharing rooms this week." - I nodded to her, reassuring her to continue - "We were at Martina's room and I had an idea for a tiktok, you know the one marshmallow two marshmallow game?"

"Yes I saw you posted it earlier. But what happened?" -

"While we were filming, it felt like everyone was so annoyed at me, like they were tired and that I was taking up space you know? I know not a lot of people can deal with the way I am, but I don't know, I just thought we were all good friends, and that it would be fun..."-

"Cariño, I wish I could hold you right now." - you say sadly - "But we've talked about this. You can't live worrying if others might be bothered by it. It's who you are! You don't have to feel bad for the ones around you! I hate that you felt that way today, I just wish I could be there with you."

"I love the girls and I just sometimes forget how overbearing I can be. It's kind of hard, when I'm back home with you, Lola, Cris, Wifi and the team I don't even think about it, I don't worry. I forget how much support I have and I'm so thankful. And I love you amor. So much." -

By now you were tearing up. For the last year and a half, you've seen her through it all, and you knew her pain. You knew how hard it was for her to say it out loud, even more to anyone that was not the reflection in her mirror. She keeps her smile up even when she feels the saddest. Your guess was that she kept that fake smile and jokes, kept it up until she was finally alone in the hotel room. And then just exploded from her feelings. And you guessed it right.

She only decided to call you when she realized she couldn't calm down by herself. That was, after hours of crying.

"Was Ornella there?" - you ask already knowing the answer as she shook her head no. You knew if she was, this most likely wouldn't have happened.

"How about you take hot a shower? I'll stay on the call, and when you're done we can go to sleep?" - She easily gave in to your idea, knowing that's exactly what she needed right now, besides the cuddle that she wouldn't be getting till next monday.

After taking a rather quick shower not wanting to be away from the call too long, she put on the hoodie she brought along that smelled like you. The piece of clothing was her own, but it acquired the smell from how much you wore it around the apartment.

Laying back down on the bed and going under the covers, she focused once again on the phone screen.

"Better?" she only nodded quickly - "I love you, Andrea, so much. And I know that if Ornella was there you would've felt seen and safer. But you can't depend on having one of us by your side, to feel like you deserve to be who you are. I know Lola and I talk about it a lot, but it's true. You can't be careful around others at the expense of your own feelings. It's not healthy. They can remove themselves if they'd like. By now we know that some people don't have much patience unfortunately. They have no idea the gem they're missing on, my love." -

"Gracias bebé, for knowing what to say and do. I know I need to work on fighting these feelings off. And promise tomorrow I'll follow the drill and try to stay close to Ornella. Even though that's the opposite of what you just said." - seemly as on queue she let's out an yawn.

"Okay baby. I'll leave you to get some sleep then."

She immediately protested -"Please stay until one of us falls a sleep?" -

You couldn't say no to her.

Took a little bit of my own personal experience to write this one and hope it also helps anyone in need of some comfort and reassuring words. 🩷

Also my first time writing, so I'd love to hear your thoughts and advice. This feels like it needs some improvement.

[missbabyjay]

I Could Never Leave You Behind - Pedro Pascal x Reader

ANGST & FLUFF

MASTERLIST - CHECK OUT MY PAGE FOR MORE!

I'm just messing around with some random prompts, trying to improve my writing and step outside of my comfort zone! Hope you enjoy :)

Warnings/Content: Mature, Angst, Fluff, A little bit of spice, Alcohol

Summary: Your thoughts get the best of you, leaving you feeling confused... when all of a sudden Pedro arrives home earlier than planned.

Word Count: 1.5 K

Feel free to send me requests! I am writing for Pedro, Agent Whiskey, Javi Gutierrez, and Bill Hader hehe

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The warm, evening wind tickled your skin as you sat comfortably nuzzled in the corner of the loveseat that was placed on your balcony, facing the warm and mellow sunset as the day said goodbye. You were treating yourself to a glass of chilled pinot noir; your favourite. As you brought the delicate, crystal clear glass to your hungry lips you fiddled with the soft, plush blanket that wrapped around you - wishing the blanket would be replaced with your partner’s loving embrace.

As you continued to watch the sun die out behind the horizon you couldn’t help your mind from wandering. It had been a couple of months since you last saw Pedro - he was finishing up the filming for The Last Of Us, far away from you in Canada.

You knew what you were in for when you began seeing Pedro; he was constantly looking for new ways to branch out in his career, whether it was a new movie or an ongoing series he was already a part of. As much as you tried to understand, you couldn’t fully grasp the life of an actor. You were normal, for lack of a better word. You worked as an assistant for a local magazine in New York City. Sure, you lived what one could say was a “bustling NYC lifestyle”, but you weren’t a celebrity. You worked a regular schedule, and always had time for your personal life outside of your career. That was the big difference between the two of you.

You were longing for the touch of Pedro’s large hands on your body, caressing your soft skin while his lustful eyes soaked in your presence. The touch of his lips on yours… then your neck, lingering to your collarbone, trailing downwards… 

Suddenly you were snapped out of your daze when your phone vibrated in your lap - indicating you were receiving a text. You sighed, using your free hand to gently toss over your phone so that you were facing the bright screen contrasting with the dusk of the night that had fallen over you. 

Pedro: Mi Amor, I will be coming home in a few days. I can’t wait to see your beautiful face. I love you

You: Sounds good baby, I love you too.

Your eyes were locked with the words placed across your phone’s screen. You loved Pedro so much, but you were reaching a point of uncertainty. Constantly being away from each other for long periods of time was beginning to take a toll on your mental health. You knew you had the strength within you to overcome these feelings, but at this moment in time you couldn’t seem to find it. You were aching for him to be home, long enough for the two of you to enjoy what you thought would be a regular, domestic life. 

You downed the remainder of your ruby red wine, quickly reaching for the sleek bottle to fill your glass again. The sun had completely set at this point, and you were accompanied by small, glowing lights you had placed on the railing of the balcony. You tried to clear your mind by scrolling on social media - catching up on celebrity gossip and trending tik-toks. Eventually the evening air chilled and you figured it would be time to make your way inside.

“9:05” read the clock on your phone screen. “Time for bed I guess,” you mumbled to yourself.

You gathered the lush blanket, tossing it over your shoulder, then grabbed the nearly empty wine bottle that sat in front of you. As you made your way inside you realised the effects of the liquids you had consumed seemed to have not hit you until you stood. You rubbed your temple, and then placed the blanket on the couch. You proceeded to the kitchen to grab yourself some water and a few Advil - hoping this would cure the hangover you were bound to have in the morning. As you were pouring the cold and transparent liquid into your tumbler cup you heard the door for your apartment open. “What the fuck?” you thought to yourself, until you were met with the voice of Pedro, “Mi amor!”. You set down the glass and hurried to see Pedro placing his luggage against the wall, tossing his shoes to the side.

“What are you doing here? We were just texting, you said you weren’t going to be home for a few days?” you said, looking at pedro with a confused look. The amount of wine you had drenched your system did not make this moment any more believable, “Am I really that drunk?” you thought to yourself.

“I wanted to surprise you baby,” he exclaimed as he approached you with open arms, eager to feel your body in his arms. But to Pedro’s surprise you broke down in tears.

An overwhelming feeling washed over you, leaving you to lose all control of your emotions. Your vision became blurred as tears took over your eyes, your heart rate rose to an extreme level indicating you were experiencing a panic attack. Your body froze, and you were unable to move leaving you locked in the moment. 

Pedro rushed to you, encapsulating you within his large arms. “Woah, baby, what’s going on?” he said as he caressed your head, rubbing his thumb against your cheek. You melted into him, not being able to put together a sentence. He let you unleash your feelings until you were able to control yourself, pulling away from him when you were capable. 

You grabbed Pedro’s hand, leading him to the couch. The man felt an immense amount of confusion, unable to connect any dots. His mind began racing at a speed that matched the racing thoughts controlling your mind at the moment; the both of you feeling overwhelmed. 

“I don’t know if I can do this P,” you began, seeing his face instantly drop.

��What do you mean you can’t do this? Do you mean you and I?” His voice was trembling, and he began to feel heat gathering in his chest. He had no clue where this came from.

“Not seeing you for months is so painful. I crave your presence. Texts and calls aren’t enough. I feel like you don’t have time for me, but I don’t want to stop you from the successful career you have built for yourself,” you said between gasps, slowly gathering yourself more and more.

Pedro grabbed both of your hands, and locked eyes with you. You could see the fear plastered on his face - this was not what he was expecting to come home to. “Mi amor, I don’t know where this is coming from. We have been living like this for over a year now… have you felt this way the entire time?”

You shrugged, leaving Pedro in a puddle of turmoil. You couldn’t put your finger on the reason why you suddenly felt these feelings - and you hated the state you were putting Pedro in.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have even brought this up. This was stupid. The last few months have been tough here at home and I am just overthinking things. I feel like I don’t deserve to be with someone who lives the lifestyle you live,” you mumbled, looking down and shaking your head in hopes of your thoughts disappearing.

Pedro took one of his hands and placed it on your cheek, before he spoke he kept his eye contact with you - giving you a gentle, yet sad smile, “Baby, you deserve everything you want. I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you. You are so understanding and supportive… I can’t imagine living without you, mi corazon.”

His pet names for you always sent shivers down your spine, leaving you in a pile of mush. Just hearing his reassurance allowed the tension in your body to be released, and although you still felt a sliver of those negative feelings, you wanted to do everything and anything for that man. 

You reached forward to lock your lips with Pedro’s. The warmth of your alcohol ridden cheeks radiating on to him, causing him to feel weak. Wrapping your arms around his neck you closed in the space between the two of you; this was the first time you had touched in what felt like a thousand trips around the sun. You soaked in his scent, and the feeling of his arms wrapped around you. The kiss quickly became heated; Pablo slowly led you to lay on the coach as laid overtop of you. 

Pedro released his lips from yours, gently placing his forehead on yours, “I promise you are worth everything to me, princesa. My life would be incomplete without you… as well as quiet,” he chuckled, “And why would I want that?” he finished with a cheeky smile. You giggled, and pulled him back towards your lips.

Relationships are a tough thing to navigate, but the passion that burned between the two of you was irreversible at this point. You would rather manoeuvre the ups and downs of life with Pedro at your side, even if that didn’t mean he was always physically there.

Tags: @purplerain85

[joels-darlin]

Surprises

Pairings: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, mention of alcohol, mentions of stress.

Summary: Pedro has been planning something special which is finally revealed over your weekly Friday evening ritual.

Word count: 1402

Author Note: Little piece I've been working on for a short while. Debated not posting this the ending is pretty crap but hey ho here we go. Sorry it's not great. As usual any feedback is appreciated, enjoy <3 Posted on AO3

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Since the start of your friendship with Pedro, when he wasn’t away filming of course, Friday nights had been the one stable thing in your life. This consisted of sharing a bottle of wine (sometimes 2 depending on how the week went) out on the patio with a takeaway of choice. Losing count on how many times you had frequented his guest bedroom, Pedro not wanting you to be driving under the influence. Now that your friendship had progressed into a relationship nothing had changed, that time still reserved for just the two of you - except now spent cuddled under a blanket. It wasn’t hard to believe how it happened. All the years of built up feelings spilling out over (you guessed it) a bottle of wine one cool summers evening, the start of the relationship sealed with a kiss.

You where in the midst of wrapping up work for day in the office of your now shared home, Pedro asking you to move in after some time together, beaming with excitement for your week off but also your normal Friday night plans. A quick glance at the clock showing it was 6pm and after already working well over your normal hours, it was time to log off. You sent a brief message to you colleagues wishing them pleasant weekends - but also the reminder that you where on leave next week. Making sure to also set your emails to Out of Office mode, before shutting down the computer.

It seemed strange taking a random week off in the middle of the year, you usually saved any annual leave for Christmas time so you could travel to either see his or your family - rotating every year. It was only last month that Pedro suggested it whilst sitting down one evening to dinner at home. It was the one time he had a break in filming until the end of the year, so you agreed that it would be good to spend some time together.

Grabbing your phone from the charging stand noticing the screen littered with notifications - mostly messages from family members & friends. Scrolling to the bottom the one that caught your eye was from Pedro from an hour ago, swiping the screen to open the conversation.

P 💜 Just nipped out cariño, let me know if you need anything. I popped my head in earlier but you where engrossed in work. See you soon hermosa xx

Messaging back a quick response the phone then placed in the pocket of your shorts. Deciding on a shower before Pedro returned home you padded through the house to the bathroom, not forgetting to grab a towel from the cupboard on the way.

The sun was just starting to set as you took the usual spots on the couch outside, casting a glowing orange hue across the garden. The only background noise being the ruffling of the tree leaves, caused by the light breeze in the air, and the random music playlist that was playing on the outside speakers. You sighed in contentment as he reached over to pour a large serving into the empty glasses that lay on the table. “For you mi amor” he said softly, holding out the glass, you thanked him lifting the glass to your lips for a small sip before setting it down on the table. Already feeling slightly tipsy from the bottle of wine you had consumed with dinner you made a mental note to take it slowly with this one. He settled back into the couch again, arm slung across your shoulders, you curled into his side appreciating the warmth radiating off his body in the cool evening.

The general chatter was flowing easily with you discussing how both your weeks had gone as well as sharing a few funny stories and awful jokes from Pedro’s end. It was quite the romantic setting, taking moments in between conversation to steal a few soft and slow kisses - mostly just appreciating each others company. It was nice to just switch off and forget about the stresses of everything, you hadn’t failed to miss Pedro’s brows furrowing with concern and pulling you little closer when you mentioned that you had a lot on your plate at the moment, regards to your job. Making a promise to push it to be back of your mind so you can finally enjoy a week off together.

“So…I have a surprise for you, let me go grab it quickly” he said untangling from your embrace before walking back inside the patio doors. Pedro re-appeared a few minutes later clutching 2 white envelopes, taking the seat beside you. “This one is first” He grinned handing over one of the envelopes, shooting him a mysterious look. You sort of hated but also loved surprises, he knew that, and prayed that he hadn’t of gone out of his way to spend a fortune on you again. The excuse always being “Well I like treating my girl”.

Sliding your finger under tab you carefully prised open the envelope, careful not to rip the contents, pulling out a folded sheet of white paper. Unfolding it carefully, taking a moment to read it’s contents. “Wait…P…what” you gasped, bringing a hand to cover your mouth in shock. There in back and white, the details of two flight tickets back to your home. “You where probably wondering why I asked you to take a random week off I have been planning this for awhile, I thought we could take a vacation and go visit your family…” he explained. “…It’s just you have been looking a little down recently and thought this might give you a pick me up” his free hand dropping to caress your thigh softly. “I-P-thankyou” moving your eyes from the paper to look into those soft brown orbs, tears threatening to spill from your own. He smiled softly. “That’s not the only thing…” placing the second envelope in your lap “Open this” he grinned excitement present in his voice.

Picking up the second envelope with shaking hands. Pedro obviously noticed this moving his arm to snake around your waist fingers grazing softly over some exposed skin; a calming gesture. You made quick work of the seal then unfolded the second sheet of paper, scanning it’s contents. Was this really happening? How had he managed it? Two tickets to see your favourite artist at the arena back home.

“Oh. My. God. P-What-” and that was it the flood gates opened, tear tracks staining your cheeks. “Oh sweetheart, I hope those are happy tears” he cooed pulling you into his embrace, placing a kiss on your hair. Pedro knew when the tickets released months ago you had tried and tried to get your hands on some - eager to see the artist live again. After pulling a few strings with his agent and a shift around in schedule he not only managed to bag 2 VIP tickets but also some well needed downtime - which is when the idea came into play about visiting your family. The concert being something you two would also attend whilst over there. It had all fell into place superbly. Taking a moment to compose yourself then you leaned up looking into his eyes. “But-how? I tried but-just Thankyou P, I-I don’t know what to say”“ stuttering to form any coherent sentences, instead deciding to lean over and press a soft kiss on his lips which he happily reciprocated. “Anything for you mi querida” he whispered against your lips, moving to kiss the tip of your nose softly. You pulled back to scan the papers again. “Wait-” you exclaimed eyes scanning the dates, “We-we leave tomorrow?”. He hummed and nodded in response to the question, draining the last of his wine glass and placing it on the table. “Come on querida we have some serious packing to do” Pedro grinned, standing up from the couch he extended his hand which you took intertwining both your fingers. You giggled following suit to stand a moment after, hands still laced together. “Lead the way then mi amor”. In the blink of an eye you where being pulled (gently of course) through into the house and up the stairs, the sounds of both your laughter filling the rooms as you collapsed on the bed. Absolutely no worries in the world enjoying a moment; just the two of you.

[ismailovatwins]

Tonight in Milan, events will unfold frantically while the light of dawn keeps moving farther.

– L'ULTIMA NOTTE DI AMORE /  LAST NIGHT OF AMORE

[pablitogavii]

Can you do one where gavi is on tour and he is excused to leave dinner early and when he gets back to his hotel room his gf (whoever is reading) is there and it goes on from that (they had🤫) but you guys were too loud so when gavi got out pedri and his friends tease and and yeah. Sorry if this is very detailed😭

His Surprise

Since he spent so much time with you during summer, Pablo really got used to having you around all the time that his trip to US was quite hard.

"Amor, I will see you in less than two weeks.." you told him while you cuddled the last night together at home and he was acting like a true whining baby.

"Two weeks is a long time with no cuddles.." he whined and you giggled holding him closer and kissing the top of is head lovingly.

"You can always cuddle with Pedri amor??" you joke giggling while he kept whining nuzzling further into your neck and leaving a few open mouth kisses along the way.

"You're my big bebé, did you know??" you say and he shakes his head always acting like a 'big and strong man' but with you he could always be a goofy boy.

"I'm gonna miss you like crazy!!" he said looking up and you smiled nodding your head and leaning down to kiss his lips.

"Me too cariño..so go and win and come back home to me" you say and you both smiled agreeing on that plan before falling asleep.

While he was on the plane, he kept his phone glued to his face texting with you and occasionally checking gallery for your pictures that made him smile. Even the camera caught him smiling like an idiot to his phone while filming content for fcbarca account.

pablitoo: just came to the hotel room princesa

you: you should rest up cariño <3

pablitoo: i want to see you! ft??

That ended up you both falling asleep on the phone with each other and Pablo waking up grumpy not having anybody to hold before getting ready for the first morning training.

"Ay hermano, que pasa contigo?? You slept bad??" Ansu asked noticing the dark circles under Pablo's eyes but he didn't care as long as he gets to talk to you before bed.

"That's what happens when your girl is in the different time zone. Same is with me and Mikky especially now with the pregnancy..I'm always on the phone!" Frankie added and Pablo blushed a little when his friends were teasing him about being a simp.

He really didn't care what they said..yes, he was such a simp for you!

After another training in the evening, Pablo's stomach got very sensitive again and he really didn't feel like going to the welcome party.

"You gotta do it hermano, it's polite since they welcomed us and all" Pedri explained and Gavi knew that was right but he also knew that when he comes back you will already be fast asleep in Barcelona.

Damn the time zones! Why can't time be the same everywhere!

Pablo called you when he got ready wanting to at least to talk for a little while and show you his outfit since he was very proud of it. No answer. He tried again thinking you were in the bathroom or something. Again, no answer. Where were you?

pablitoo: amor, I'm going to the welcome party. pls call me when you see this <3 te amo!

The whole time he was there with the boys, he kept checking if you answered but there was nothing. Something was wrong. You never go to bed without sending him a text or better yet calling to tell him how much you miss his cuddles.

"Tranquí, hermano..she was with your hermana today. Maybe they went out?" Araujo said and that made me jump getting to an idea. I should call Aurora!

"H..hola?" her voice was groggy and I knew that I woke her up in the middle of the night.

"Rora! Sorry to call but.." before Pablo could finish the girl interrupted him quickly and angrily.

"Pablo, it's the middle of the night! This better be good cause I have classes tomorrow!" she said and Pablo rolled his eyes at hpw dramatic his sister is right now.

"I know Aurora! But Y/n's not answering her phone and I'm worried!" Pablo snapped walking out of the venue so that nobody can hear the talk he had with his sister.

"She's probably sleeping cabrón! You're worrying too much! We were having lunch today and she looked fine to me" Aurora said but Pablo wasn't convinced. Something wasn't right.

"She wouldn't go to bed without texting me Rora.." Pablo said feeling his breathing become heavy knowing that he is too far away to find out what's going on right this second.

"I'm going back to sleep Pablo!" Aurora hung up and Pablo sighed walking back to the venue where Xavi pulled him to the side.

"You should go back to the hotel chico" the man said and Pablo raised his eyebrows wondering what the hell was going on tonight with everybody.

"Why?" Pablo asked but the man just said it would be best if he finds out on his own so he left with the taxi avoiding the cameras and fans.

"Mr. Gavira?" the receptionist called and Pablo snapped really at the end of his patience.

"Sorry, but you have this left for you..." she said giving Pablo the letter he opened and now really freaked out.

"I saw that you like having fun with blondes around LA. I need to travel and clear my head. Please give me space. -Y/n"

"Mierda!" Pablo curse running to his room hoping to grab his computer and figure out what the hell you were talking about because he haven't even taken a picture with girl fans alone.

"Joder!" he had trouble opening the door when suddenly it opened form the inside you were standing right there with a mischievous smile on you face.

"A..a.mor?" he was in utter shock and you giggled nodding your head and jumping into his arms hugging him tightly and he held you back walking inside the room for some privacy.

"But..but..I got this..and you didn't reply all day..how are you here???" he was so lost and you loved it shutting him up with a kiss and grabbing that letter shredding it to pieces and tossing it to the trashcan.

"Blondes huh?" you smirked and he shook his head catching his breath before grabbing you and tossing you on the bed before hovering above you.

"You know I only like brunnetes princesa..or well my brunnete" he smirked kissing your lips and starting to devour your neck.

"P..Pablo" you moaned and he smirked taking off your clothes hastily like he was afraid if he doesn't that you will just suddenly disappear.

"Slow down amor.." you giggle at his sudden frustration kissing his lips lovingly and helping him take of his clothes.

"Mm I like the outfit cariño..." you smirk when it ended on the floor and he was already resting comfortably between your legs eager to get what he needed since he left home.

"I called you to show you before leaving but you didn't reply nena.." Pablo smirked looking up while kissing down your stomach.

"I was in the plane cariño.." you moaned when he finally started kissing the inside of your thighs getting closer where you desperately needed him.

You two were enjoying your "play time" completely clueless that players started returning form the party slowly and were passing by your hotel room.

"Ahh P..a..ablo" your moans were apparent and the boys smirked winking at each other while snickering.

"Cabrón is definitely having a better party here!" Pedri smirked and the rest chuckled as they each went to their separate rooms.

The next morning, you were exhausted and Pablo had an early morning meeting he went to with a bright smile on his face.

"Hola chicos!" he said sitting besides Ansu and Ferran who were smirking at each other.

"How are you Gavi??" Ferran asked and Pablo gave him a confused look.

"Better yet how is your girl after last night..you're a beast Gavira!" Pedri jumped in and everyone laughed while Pablo blushed bright red that they heard it.

"Um..she..she is sleeping..but I will bring her some breakfast when this ends" Pablo said feeling so shy at the moment but internally gloating with pride of course.

"Yeah you better and don't forget the flowers!" Rapha said and Pablo just nodded with red cheeks running to grab a ball and train on his own just to avoid more teasing.

you: read your note cariño. when will you be back? i miss you <3

pablitoo: just finished the training and bringing you some breakfast princesa <3

"Are we done until the evening míster??" Pablo asked Xavi

"Yes, we are but Pablo remember the rule I have day before the games?" Xavi smirked and now Pablo was very embarrassed that the man heard about it too.

"Mm yes sir" Pablo answered and Xavi tapped his shoulder.

"There is a nice Mediterranean restaurant you can take your girl today" Xavi winked and Pablo nodded his head taking the name before heading to the hotel.

He came back smirking when he saw that you were still in bed..very much naked. Sunlight was caressing your soft skin and you never looked more beautiful to Pablo.

"Here is some breakfast amor" he sat down the plate he ordered downstairs with some french toast, eggs, and lots of different kinds of fruit.

"This is so much Pablo.." you were in awe at how beautiful this looked taking a phone out and wanting to take a picture with him in it of course.

"Nothing is too much for you princesa.." he leans in and kisses your lips before you both start snacking on some fruits.

You went to walk around LA together for the rest of the day enjoying being together again. You found a secluded area on the nearby beach where you sat on the towel and cuddled up together.

"Do you know that they heard us amor??" Pablo said while you were eating some ice cream looking up at his slightly pink face.

"Who??" you said feeling your own face heat up..yeah, you were kinda loud last night but you couldn't help it form the way Pablo was making you feel.

"Um..most of them" he said and you hid your face into his neck in embarrassment.

"But it's fine. I really don't care. Now they know you're all mine" he smirked and you hit his shoulder telling him that you must be quiet form now on.

"Don't get any ideas tonight princesa..the game is tomorrow and you know Xavi's rule" he smirked and you rolled your eyes finishing the rest of your ice cream.

"We'll see who will start having those ideas first Gavira.." you passed him winking and he started chasing you on the beach and when he caught you and tossed you over his shoulder he said "thank you for coming amor! I can't want for you to see me play tomorrow"

He put you down and you snaked your arms around his neck going on your tip toes to kiss his lips lovingly.

"I'm so proud of you cariño..te amo" you said into his lips and he smiled.

"Yo te amo mucho princesa" he said grabbing your face and pulling you into another kiss.

[neyslover]

apologies - neymar jr

requested by @nobunagas-chatelaine​ 

ney and y/n have been friends for so long, since before they could even remember.

their mothers were best friends, so they were naturally attached to the hip since birth.

although he’s only a few weeks older than her, he acts like an older brother.

something he does to hide his feelings for her.

they’ve been through hell and heaven together, they got out of the slumps, and become the one of the biggest stars the world has ever seen.

ney became a football star, and y/n become a famous actress.

they were the power duo.

no couple, or siblings, or friends, could compare.

they’re never seen without the other, they went to premiers, photoshoots, and matches together.

naturally, they moved in together.

y/n goes wherever he goes, unless she has to film, she’ll rent out an apartment,

they both had major crushes on each other, they were just too scared to admit it. 

y/n fell first, but neymar fell harder.

one day, ney came back home from practice really mad.

“hi, princesa.” he greeted, dull and with no kiss like he usually does,

“hi, ney.” y/n smiled softly, not as enthusiastic as she normally does. 

he took off his shoes and dropped his bag on the floor, “wake me up when dinner is ready. had a rough day today.”

“okay.” she mumbled.

she wasn’t used to this harsh behavior coming from him.

he never treated her this way, like she was some robot housewife at his disposal.

she decided to cook his favorite, pasta.

usually, she does the cooking, and he sets the table.

she went upstairs, going to ask him to set the table while she changes her clothes cause she smells like seasoning and cooking.

“ney, wake up.” she shook him lightly, “can you go set the table? i feel disgusting in the clothes i’m in.” 

neymar stood up with a groan, “you just can’t do anything, right? it’s always me that does everything. i told you i had a rough day and you treat me like this? you boss me around while you just sit on your ass all day? fucking useless.” 

she stared at him in shock, she didn’t think he’d ever speak this way to a woman, let alone her. 

“you are cruel, junior. cruel.” she spat, wiping a tear that fell and running out.

she didn’t cry until she entered her car. 

press was always at ney’s house, and she didn’t want to ruin his image, even after what he did.

she had nowhere to go.

she didn’t know who to call.

she eventually remembered that nadine owns an apartment in paris for when she visits.

she quickly called her.

“hello? y/n? is everything okay? it’s like 11pm in paris.”

“yea, yea everything is fine.” she lied, “ney and i got into a little fight, you know how we are, and i just need to not see his face for a bit. i was wondering if i could stay at your apartment? not for long, just a few days.”

“yes, of course you can! stay for as long as you need, i know my son can be a handful sometimes, especially with his anger issues. you have the keys, right?”

“yea, i do. thank you so much, ma.” 

“anytime, meu amor. bye bye, take care.”

“you too.”

her apartment wasn’t that far, but it was a friday night so the street was packed. 

she couldn’t stop crying.

she didn’t realize that the green light turned red because she was too busy wiping her eyes.

last thing she saw was a car speeding in her direction.

                                                 Back to Neymar

after y/n left last night, ney had a lot of time to reflect on what he’s done. 

he didn’t even sleep well that night.

he woke up at around 5am.

he decided to make himself breakfast while watching the news.

it was a very rare occasion for ney to turn on the news but he had a gut feeling to do so.

“breaking news!” the news reporter spoke, “football star neymar jr’s rumored girlfriend, and famous actress, y/n l/n got into a car crash late last night. press just confirmed that it was her that got into the car crash, and she was seen leaving neymar’s house crying.” 

that was enough for neymar, he turned off the news and ran to his car.

he knew which hospital she’d be at, since there’s only one she doesn’t refuse to go to. 

he ran to the reception, asking what room she’s in. 

“206. good luck getting in.” the receptionist said.

he didn’t think about what she said, he just ran to the room.

outside the room, there were two huge bodyguards.

of course.

he tried to go in but they refused.

“name?”

“neymar jr.”

one of the guards knocked on the door and walked in.

“ma’am, a neymar jr would like to see you, do i let him in?”

“yes.”

hearing her voice made his heart flutter.

he practically ran inside, “meu amor!”

he kissed her hands, “i’m so sorry, i should’ve never spoken to you that way. this is all my fault, please forgive me.”

“ney, amor, i don’t think it’s your fault. if anything, it’s mine. i know you better than to take what you say when your angry to heart.”

“no, amor, i know better than to even think of speaking to you like that.”

“it’s all good, ney.” 

“life is too short to not express my feelings fully. go out on a date with me? once all of this is over.”

“of course i will!” she smiled brightly.

“thank god! you know, i always liked you. even when we were younger.” ney confessed.

“me too!” she stared at him in disbelief.

“what! so this could’ve happened way sooner?”

“i guess.” she shrugged, “and it wouldn’t have needed one of our lives to be at risk.”

“oof.” he winced.

“too soon?” 

“a bit, yea.” he chuckled, “you know when you’re gonna be discharged?”

“soon, i think.” she answered, “i just have a broken wrist and a couple of bruises, nothing serious.”

“god, i’m so sorry, amor.” he kissed her head.

                                            fast forward next day

she was finally free to go.

neymar took her home, where she got ready.

ney told her to wear something casual.

“you pick an outfit out for me!” she gave up.

he picked out sweats and an oversized shirt, to match with him.

we drove to this hill, where a lovely picnic rested on the top.

“i know you love watching the sunset, so i decided to have a picnic while watching the sunset.” he explained, helping her walk up the hill.

“that’s so sweet, ney!” she hugged him once they reached the top.

they watched the sun set as they were eating fruits.

ney insisted he feed her since she had broken her right wrist, her dominant one.

as he was feeding her the last strawberry, he tilted her head so that she looked at him. 

“the sunset is so beautiful today.” she gulped, nervous.

“it always is.” he stared into her eyes lovingly. 

he leant in for a kiss, something she did not expect.

she quickly kissed him back, and they only pulled apart to breathe.

“it may be too soon, but be mine?”

“of course i will! it’s always been you, ney.”

during the drive home, his hand never left her thigh.

once they got home, they decided to watch a movie on the couch.

"i love you, y’know that, right?” ney mumbled, looking into her eyes lovingly.

“i love you so much.” she sighed into his arms.

he pulled her in for a kiss, one that y/n finds herself longing for every second. 

neymar pulls his phone out and snaps a quick photo of them, “i’ll post it when you’re ready to tell everyone.”

                                                      later that week

“i think you should post that photo.” she said.

“you think?”

“mhm.”

“okay.”

the second he posted it, his twitter feed and his instagram dms were filled with positive comments. some congratulating them, others wishing them luck and eternal love.

“i’m the luckiest man in the world.” he sighed, engulfing her into a hug.

[copias-girl]

Thinking about being domestic with Copia...

Eating breakfast together, watching movies on the couch together, snuggling up together in bed and falling asleep...

Anon!! I’m!!! Kissing you for sending this!!! 💋💋💋 adding a cut bc I basically just wrote a whole fic about this lmaoo

Colazione, Un Film, e Dormita

𖤐 Colazione

You begin to stir in the morning, sleepily feeling around in the bed for Copia, but you quickly realize he isn’t there. His spot is still warm though, so you know he must not have been gone long. After blinking your bleary eyes a few times, you pull yourself up, shivering a bit as you reluctantly leave the warmth of your shared bed. As you walk closer to the kitchen, you can hear rustling and… you grin to yourself as you hear Copia humming.

You spot him standing at the stove, wearing nothing but underwear, his back still covered in your scratches from last night. You watch him for a few moments, stifling a giggle at the way he sings some odd little song to himself. What a dork. Your dork.

Finally, you quietly pad up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and nuzzling your face against his back, sighing into his warmth.

“Dolce!” He beams, pleasantly surprised at your arrival. “Faccio le uova, si?” He smiles proudly. They were going to be sunny-side-up, however he broke a few yokes so he decided to make them scrambled instead. But you didn’t need to know that. You only hum in response, peppering kisses all over his back, studying the little freckles that are dotted all over his flesh. You skim your fingers up and down his chest for a few moments, relishing in the way he melts into your loving touch. You give his lovehandles a little squeeze before caressing his soft tummy. Copia was always self-conscious about that part of him, but you go absolutely crazy for it. You suck a little love-bite into his shoulder while you skim up and down his happy trail, fingertips just barely dipping into the band of his underwear.

“I-I hope you’re hungry, Dolce.” Your sweet old man chuckles breathlessly, trying not to get too distracted and overcook the eggs.

“Mmm I’m starving, amore mio.” You kiss the back of his neck, burying your nose into his soft, greying hair. “I’m always hungry for you.” You add quietly, giggling at the way he stiffens in surprise at your words.

You keep your arms around him as he scoops the eggs from the pan into two bowls, only releasing him so you could pour two glasses of orange juice and join your man at the kitchen table where he’s buttering the toast.

“Thank you for breakfast, Co-Co.” You scoot your chair closer to his and pull him in for a sweet kiss.

“Anything for you, Principessa.” He sighs against your lips. “I would make even more for you, if I were a better cook.” He grins.

“Well, it only makes the things you do cook all the more special.” You press several soft kisses to the corner of his mouth before reluctantly pulling away before the food gets too cold.

The two of you eat in comfortable silence, and Copia’s chest swells with pride as he watches you shovel big bites into your mouth, humming happily at the taste.

Your bare leg comes to snake around his under the table, caressing his calf with your foot, just wanting to touch him in some way. Copia gazes at you dreamily while he eats, admiring every little detail about you. The both of you are so at ease, so content in the hazy morning sunlight filtering through the window. You could have giggled at the sight of you both, bed-headed and eating eggs with toast while you sported only your panties and a small sleep camisole; Copia in only his underwear. This must have been how Adam and Eve felt in the Garden of Eden, bare yet not ashamed. You absolutely adore how the two of you can be completely yourselves with each other, not needing to put on airs. Or proper clothes. You love the way Copia’s tummy looks as he slouches in his chair, leaning his elbows on the table and resting his head in his hand while sleepily munching on a bite of toast.

You could live in this moment forever; love hanging thick and warm in the air. You can practically see little pink hearts floating all around as you quietly study one another. After finishing your food and drinking some juice, you move to sit on Copia’s lap, curling up on him, your face buried in the crook of his neck. His soothing, accented voice coos sweet nothings to you as you kiss his neck and jawline, loving sighs falling from your lips as your man holds you close.

“Dolce. Oh, Dolce.” He squeezes you tightly, caressing your back; kissing your forehead, your cheek, and finally finding your lips with his own.

It isn’t long before you decide to go back to bed. But not for the purpose of sleeping.

𖤐 Un Film di Notte

Movie nights with Copia are always so fun, especially when you watch scary movies! Copia’s exaggerated reactions and gasps always leave you giggling and swatting at him. You pick out an old vintage horror movie, curling up together on the sofa in his rooms, your limbs entwined with one another. You card your fingers through his luscious hair while he caresses your thigh, using the scary moments as an excuse to press closer and closer against one another.

“Don’t worry, Dolcezza, I will protect you, si?” Copia murmurs into your hair, and you turn to capture his irresistible lips in a passionate kiss. Copia kisses you back feverishly, his needy hands grabbing at you and pulling you on top of him. You both blindly reach for the remote control to pause the movie so you don’t miss anything, giggling as you make out for a little while.

When your moans fade into soft sighs, you both pull away, snuggling back into your previous position and resuming the movie with your arms wrapped even tighter around one another.

𖤐 Dormita

You and Copia always get ready for bed together, often showering together and making love under the steamy stream of warm water. You wash each other’s hair, lovingly sighing into each other’s mouths and trying not to get soap in your eyes.

You help each other dry off, slipping on your pyjamas before standing at the sink together and brushing your teeth while making silly faces at each other in the mirror.

Finally, you crawl into bed with one another, stretching and melting into the mattress. Turning to face each other, you quietly speak about the day, telling Copia things that you didn’t get a chance to earlier. He does the same, making you giggle at his stupid jokes and random thoughts that he wanted to tell you during the day. You mindlessly trace the lines on his pretty face while he speaks, occasionally interrupting his soothing voice to steal lazy kisses.

As your eyelids grow heavier and heavier, Copia takes you into his warm embrace, and you bury your face in his chest. He runs his fingers through your hair, hands stroking down your back.

“I love you.” You murmur, just on the verge of slumber.

“Oh, Dolce. I love you, my little mouse. I love you.” Copia whispers, so much emotion dripping from his words, you could practically drown in it.

You melt into each other’s warmth, fitting together perfectly like two puzzle pieces, and it isn’t very long at all before sleep claims you. You and Copia hold one another tightly all night long, and you can’t wait to wake up and kiss him again tomorrow.

Finito <3

[gucciwins]

birthday gifts 

harry and y/n celebrate twenty-nine 

A/N: hi friends!!!!!! happy harry day! thought I'd write something for bel and harry on celebrating harry’s birthday. hope you enjoy! I love you, sweet angels. happy reading 💝

Word count: 1797

love on tour series 

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29.

Harry had spent 29 years on this beautiful earth. He had impacted thousands of lives in his short time, including yours. You sit in bed watching him sleep and pray to the stars above that you get to love him for the rest of your life. That’s all you’re asking for, and hope he loves you the same in return.

“Feel you staring at me,” he mutters, burying his face in your covered lap.

You giggle, running a hand through his soft brown hair. “Admiring you at 29.”

“That’s what you said last night.”

That is true. Harry went to bed early last night after a beautiful sold-out show, but for some reason, you were restless. You tossed and turned until Harry had enough, wrapped an arm around your waist, and kept you tucked at his side. Once the squirming was done, you traced his face with your eyes memorizing every freckle and wrinkle. “You were twenty-eight last night.”

Harry shrugs, not correcting you because he’s sure it was past midnight then. It doesn’t make a difference. He blinks his eyes open and finds you smiling down at him. “Feliz cumpleaños, mi vida,” you whisper in the quiet of the room.

He sits up, wrapping you in a giant hug. You press repeated kisses to his bare chest. “Happy Birthday, Harry. I hope all your wishes come true. I have no idea what this year has in store for you, but I want you to know that I love you. Te amo.”

You pull back when you feel his shoulders shaking. “Amor?” He’s crying, and you know he’s okay because his dimpled smile doesn’t lie to you.

“So happy you’re here, love. Thank you.” You lean and kiss Harry. Neither of you care about morning breath. You’re quick to get lost in your own world. The kiss is slow, allowing you to explore each other as if it were the first time. There’s no urgency because you have the rest of the day to enjoy each other. Harry doesn’t want to stop kissing you, but he knows you both must breathe.

“Fancy seeing my birthday suit?” He huffs out with a cheeky grin.

You roll your eyes and push him away. He pouts, but it’s quick to fade when you throw your (his) shirt, and it lands on the floor. “This is my gift to you. Now enjoy amor.”

It’s the best way to start his birthday celebrations.

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Harry was happy. He was celebrating his birthday doing what he loved with the people he loved. His family called to wish him a happy birthday, and he promised to see them all as soon as possible. He’d leave North America to settle at home for a bit before preparing to head to Australia, trying not to think about the fact that he would be away from you for longer than he’d like since you were scheduled to start filming in a month.

“Mum loved the flowers,” Harry tells you as he stares at the large bouquet of flowers you’ve sent his mum as you did the previous year. “It’s kind of you.”

“Someone has to thank her for carrying that big head of yours,” you tease as you smile at the selfie he received.

“Heeyy!” He whines.

You roll your eyes, giving him a kiss to help him forget about what you said, and like magic, the topic is long forgotten, and instead, he gets lost in kissing you. He’s always shared how intimate kissing is and how he’d kiss you forever if he could. “Love you,” he mutters against your lips.

“Dork,” you push him away, going to look for his gift.

Harry sighs, “come here, baby.”

“So needy.”

He gasps, and you can’t help but laugh at his reaction. He makes it easy to tease him, and you know he loves it.

“It’s my birthday. You have to be nice to me,” he chastises you.

You apologize, making your way back over to him and hand him his present. You go to sit next to him, but Harry makes you sit in his lap. He’s been extra clingy today, not that you mind. You love being close to him. “Mermaids,” he giggles. It’s blue wrapping paper with mermaids and different sea creatures who look like they’re swimming around. The paper reminded you of Harry, and you knew it would be perfect for the gift you had for him.

“I didn’t need a present,” he reminds you as he’s already begun to tear into the wrapping paper.

He made you promise not to get him anything extravagant. Although you loved giving grand gifts, you knew Harry didn’t need anything he couldn’t buy himself, so you did the next best thing and made him a gift. You feel your palms beginning to sweat as Harry is close to seeing the gift you made him. You place your hands on top of his, stopping him from opening the box. “Do–m-maybe you want to save it for later?”

Harry frowns, picking up on your nerves. He lets you hold his hands, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “No matter what it is, I’m going to love it,” he promises. “Whether it’s a strawberry cake you made or socks you found at the market. I will love it because you bought it with me in mind.”

You let out a deep breath and know he’s right. “I’m going to make you your cake as soon as we’re back home.” With his schedule, there was no time to bake and decorate a cake–at least you didn’t have the time because he will have a cake for later tonight.

“I look forward to it,” he assures you. “Can I continue, baby?”

You nod, and he lifts the top of the box. There's a wrapped frame and a card waiting for him. He picks up the frame and turns it around carefully. You don’t look down at it. Instead, take in his reaction. You love taking photos. They allow you to look back at a memory. All you had left of your family were boxes of photos. Boxes of memories. You remembered a quiet night in your house with Harry photos scattered around you as you told Harry story after story. It’s one of your favorite memories. The frame opens up, displaying three images. It was a struggle to pick only three.

The first is one of you both at the beach. You’re sitting between his legs, both smiling at your phone. You managed to stand in front of you after a few failed trials. The second photo was taken during Christmas. You sat outside Anne’s home wrapped in his yellow puffer, both of you laughing at a dumb joke Harry made. You’re happy Anne was able to capture the moment. The last one was taken during your time in Italy during the new year. You set up the camera without telling Harry and captured the moment he decided to bring you in and dance with you. The photo was a bit blurry, but it captured his grin perfectly. Your love for each other was on display, loud and proud.

“For your bedside,” you whisper.

His eyes are full of tears. You didn’t think it was anything special, but it was the perfect gift for Harry. You picked out your favorite moments with him and framed them so he could see them every morning he woke up. Harry doesn’t say a word. No, instead, he leans in, slotting your lips together. The kiss tells you everything he didn’t say. Thank you. I love you. I love it.

“I love it, baby. So much,” he promises.

Harry looks down at the box and picks up the card, and you feel your throat close up. The card is a baby blue color reading “Happy Birthday” with a cake in the middle and the number “29” on top.

“Happy Birthday,” he reads. “Why thank you, Bel.”

You can’t help but laugh. Harry knows you so well he noticed that you were beginning to get lost in your head, your nerves almost getting the best of you.

“Para mi estrella.” His Spanish is good. Harry makes many things look easy. There were times when you spoke too fast you confused him, but he’s been practicing with you and Sarai. It means everything to you. “Still your rockstar.”

“Para siempre.” Always.

Harry opens the card and finds doodles of balloons and flowers. It wasn’t anything special, but you thought it’d be something he’d cherish, especially because of what you’d written inside.

Happy Birthday, mi amor.

Now, how about I be the last voice you hear at night?

And every other night

How about in the morning I be the first thing you see

And every morning after

When I wake, I want to see you staring back at me.

Now how about we add one more title to our lives:

From best friends to partners to mi corazón.

To flatmates. To housemates.

Yours, Y/N.

He doesn’t know what to think. Many emotions are running through him, but you can see the surprise clear on his face. “Baby, is this—what are you saying?”

You raise your hand and caress his cheek. He leans into your hold. “I know we’ve got a busy year ahead of us, but when I return to London, I want it to be at our place. One place we both call home.” Your life with Harry is so intertwined that you don’t want a part of you without him. “Only if you want that,” you add in a rush.

Harry laughs, trying not to let his emotions get the best of him, but this really is the best gift he could ever receive. “Baby, I have wanted this since we finished tour back in New York,” he reminds you.

“Worth the wait?” You ask.

“You will always be worth the wait.”

You believe him.

Harry stares at you as if memorizing every part of your face until he stands up with you in his lap, spinning you around. “We’re moving in together,” he yells. “Yes!!!”

“Harry,” you shriek in delight.

He settles you back down. “I love you, Bel. Thank you for the best present.”

“Doesn’t feel that big,” you try to downplay. You both know it means everything to you. There are many things to talk over, but for now, you’ll celebrate his birthday. Everything else can wait.

Harry pouts, “so you weren’t nervous to ask me?”

You pinch your fingers close together, “only a little.”

“I love you. Life with you is all I want,” he vows.

He kisses you pouring all his love into you, a reminder that you are his and he is yours. Together you are creating a beautiful life.

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[footprintsinthesxnd]

Little Things

Pairings: Jake Seresin x female reader. Synopsis: Jake takes care of his girl when she has her period. Warnings: mentions of period symptoms, infertility, depression. This is inspired by a lovely request I got from @callsignmaverick5

You groaned in agony, rolling onto your side and tucking your legs up so you were in a foetal position, hugging your knees close to your chest. The pain grew spreading across your lower abdomen and causing you to tense your muscles and wait for the pain to subside. Your period had been late which had you a little worried for the last few days, it wasn’t that you didn’t want kids. Both you and Jake really wanted kids but your period had come with a vengeance and now you were paying for it. You hadn’t been especially trying for kids, you and Jake had a great sex life, that man was like a horny teenager and could barely keep his hands off you. Closing your eyes slowly you willed the discomfort to stop, easing yourself further under the bed covers as the pain continued. You had been so caught up in your affliction that you didn’t hear Jake and the others come home, all piling into the living room chatting loudly to each other.

“Hang on a minute guys I’m just gonna check on her, make yourselves at home,” Jake said, making his way down the corridor to your shared bedroom. “Darlin’ are you in here?” He pushed open the door and was met with an empty room, minus a crumpled bed with a small figure hiding beneath the covers. “Baby girl, are you ok?” Jake perched on his side of the bed, leaning across and pulling the covers back to reveal your small, hunched form. “Oh, Darlin’,” he cooed, pushing the covers back the rest of the way and pulling you against him, immediately slipping his hand down to cradle your lower abdomen. “I guess it wasn’t meant to be this month,” he said looking down at you through hooded lashes. You could tell he was disappointed and you wanted to apologise to him but another wave of agony ripped through you and you doubled over, leaning into Jake’s side and whining. You could hear the others chatting amorously downstairs and Jake sighed. He had to admit he’d been looking forward to movie night with the gang, but he loved you more and right now you needed him.

“Don’t worry about me, Jake, I’m fine. Go spend time with the others. I know you’ve been looking forward to it.” You shuffled away from him and pulled the covers back up to your chin.

“Not a chance, Babygirl. I'm here for you Darlin’, remember ‘in sickness and in health’,” he used air quotation marks as he quoted your wedding vows, causing you to let out a small giggle.

“Right, I’ll kick the others out and then I’m getting paracetamol, a hot water bottle, ice cream and Bill Pullman and Sandra Bullock and then I’ll be right back, Baby.” You watched as Jake hurried away with his mental list of all your sickness supplies. You heard Jake talking quietly to the others who all complained loudly until Phoenix gave them a piece of her mind and they all went silent, departing your home respectfully and leaving you in peace. Jake was crashing around in the kitchen before reappearing in the doorway with a tray stacked high with all your essentials. He placed the tray down and moved over to you, helping you shuffle forward so he could place more pillows behind your back. He handed you the hot water bottle which you accepted gratefully, placing it onto your abdomen and immediately relaxing into the soothing warmth. Jake set up the DVD and sunk back onto the bed next to you as the titles for ‘While You Were Sleeping’ began playing through the small tv on the wall. It had always been your comfort film, ever since you were a kid you and your mum would watch it whenever one of you was sick and this had been a tradition that Jake had adopted too. He handed you a mug of hot chocolate and two paracetamol, giving you a small kiss on your forehead. “Better?”

“Much better,” you told him, snuggling into his side and cracking open the ice cream, it was triple chocolate which just so happened to be yours and Jake’s favourite. As you ate your eyes fixed on the screen, Jake’s large hand coming down to rest on your abdomen, holding the water bottle in place for you. Hs other arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you impossibly close. These were the times you cherished most with your husband, not the grand gestures or great outbursts of love but the little things like comforting you on your period, doing the food shopping so you didn’t have to, making sure the laundry was done, cooking dinner if he was home early, these were the most thoughtful tasks Jake could perform in your eyes. Now snuggled into his side watching your favourite movie you couldn’t have loved him any more. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tag list: @callsign-phoenix @imjess-themess @averyhotchner @mayhem24-7forever @green-socks @alexxavicry @a-reader-and-a-writer @maggiescarborough @callsignmaverick5 @ssprayberrythings @smoothdogsgirl @xoxabs88xox @luckyladycreator2 @abaker74 @elenavampire21 @classyunknownlover @okiegirl24 @flashyourgreeneyesatme @sunlightmurdock @airedale17 @callmemana @shadowolf993 @t-nd-rfoot @topguncultleader @flyboyjake @wkndwlff

[agroupiewhore]

Hey everyone-

Here is a little imagine I wrote involving Simón Hempe. I hope you enjoy it. Sorry it's not very long and might be rubbish 💚💚. As always, I appreciate feedback so please let me know any thoughts or concerns. Also sorry if I've missed the accent on Simón's name at any point, it's not my intention.

Please enjoy.

Slight smut throughout and towards the end and themes of being drunk.

Nights

You stumbled out of the bar deliriously happy clutching the hand of your boyfriend, Simón. The two of you stumbled down the cobbled street after leaving the club in Barcelona at 3am. You hadn't been seeing eachother for long but had both fallen head over heels for one another. No one thought you would last, you'd only been on a couple dates before he had to move away for filming. You remembered the comments you'd heard off everyone, including your friends.

"It won't last"

"You're too young"

"You're too needy for long distance"

"He's not worth it"

But Simón was worth it, a thousand times over. You didn't laugh with anyone else the way you laughed with him. He had so much joy and happiness within him, he was like the sun. Except you weren't afraid of getting too close and being burned, because that could never happen. His passion for life was infectious, he encouraged you constantly to try out new things and to discover for yourself what you loved. It was difficult at first, you were so closed off and didn't want to open up if something was bothering you more often than not simply stating you were fine and hoping Simón would buy it and stop asking or just roll his eyes and move on; like your previous boyfriend. It took a lot of work and patience from Simón but now you were at a point where you could be as open and honest as you needed to be. You never felt judged or upset or like you ever needed to hide any part of yourself. Simón loved all of you just as you loved all of him.

"Baby, baby." Simon said as he pulled you into a kiss. You could taste the sangria on his tongue and kissed him back just as hard. The night air was crisp and cold and felt refreshing against your skin. The two of you had spent much of the night on the dance floor pressed up against one another in the busy club, the two of you enraptured in eachothers gaze. He took your hand and led you into a little alove along the cobbled streets of the city. He gently pushed you into the wall and kissed you fiercely. Simon always put his heart and soul into everything. His acting, his love for music, his dedication to being the best boyfriend he could... this also included kissing and everything else that came after. You were very lucky. You smiled against his lips as his moustache grazed you softly. He cupped your cheek and stroked your skin gently with his thumb. He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours.

"You know what I want more than anything in the world?" Simon asked, looking into your eyes.

"I don't know my love." You answered gazing into his deep brown eyes. It felt as if it were just the two of you in the world.

"For you to be happy." He replied. "No matter what I achieve, nothing will come close to knowing that I've made you smile."

You stared back at him, more in love with him than ever before. "Simón, you've made me the happiest person alive. Waking up next to you every morning... it's like I'm in a never ending dream, I'll never finish falling in love with you."

He trailed soft kisses down your neck and across your chest and dropped to his knees.

"Simón!" You said, grateful for the dark obscuring how embarrassed you were.

"I need you." He whispered, pushing up your top and kissing your stomach. "You taste so good, mi amor."

"Simon!" You exclaimed. "We're in an alleyway and you're drunk". Simón laughed and took your hand gently.

"Mi amor, tell me what you want right now?" He asked you, staring up at you on his knees. He was beautiful, like a sculpture of one of the Greek Gods.

"Simon... I'm starving." You said leaning back against the wall and chuckling. Simón laughed against you.

"I have to agree with you there." He said as he stood up a little unsteadily.

"Careful, baby." You said as you held onto his wrists gently to steady him.

"What would I do without you?" He asked as he kissed your cheek. "You are so so beautiful." You felt all the blood rushing to your face.

"Please stop." You said as you hid your face in his neck.

"I want the whole world to know I have the best girlfriend." Simón said. He couldn't stop grinning. You were both deliriously happy and it showed no sign of ever stopping. You were glad you didn't give up. Simón pulled you in to the nearest convenience store that was open. He held your hand as he walked down the aisles deliberating over what he wanted.

"I definitely fancy some crisps." You said, taking a packet of the BBQ lays off the shelf and Jamon ruffles. "I used to have to go to European supermarkets for these back home."

"And now you can have them whenever you want." Simón said as he grabbed a couple of cans of lemon fanta and a bar of chocolate. He went up and paid then opened the pack of lays.

"These are just perfect." You said, taking a couple more.

"Me or chips?" Simón asked, grinning.

"You ofcourse, don't be silly." You said nudging him. You slipped your hand into his shorts back pocket and saw his smile get wider.

"My ass or lemon fanta?" He asked.

"Lemon fanta obviously." You joked back. You eventually arrived at the flat you were staying and both, successfully, navigated the winding stone stairs. The old part of the town was beautiful and the whole place felt like home, you felt honoured to be able to visit here with the love of your life.

"No, no, I got this." Simón insisted as he tried to open the door a fourth time. He was still slightly intoxicated. You giggled.

"Shh, shh baby." He said pointing to the ceiling. There were other people in the beautiful stone apartments who possibly wouldn't have appreciated being awoken at this hour. He placed his finger on your lip and you kissed it tenderly. He finally navigated the door and next thing you knew he picked you up bridal style and walked in.

"Simón!" You cried, quickly covering your mouth. "Simón, o my god, put me down." You laughed as he kicked the door closed behind him. He set you down on the sofa and began making out with you again. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer to you. Simón began working on a new hickey for your neck, you moved to make it easier for him and accidentally sat on the unopened packet of crisps which burst.

"Oh shit, shit." You said giggling against Simón.

"It's fine." He said as he carried on. "I'll sort in the morning." He removed his shirt and then yours, throwing them to the side and moved your bra strap to the side to kiss your shoulder. His skin was so warm against yours. His palm fit in yours perfectly as you slipped your shorts off and tangled your hand in his hair. The love you held for him was endless, you had found your home.