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writingouthere · 1 year ago

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singlemom!reader x neighbor!Sukuna. Valentine's day special. Sukuna gets your daughter to help him out on your first Valentine's Day together

cw: none really, maybe too much fluff?

"Alright, sweetheart, you got this?"

Your daughter nods her head, her determination so reminiscent of you that Sukuna falls a little harder in love.

"When I say, princess, you're going to...."

"Come to the livin' room with the box," your daughter recites faithfully and Sukuna nods.

"And you know what you're going to say to mommy?"

Bug nods again and he's kissing her cheek in adoration when he hears an annoying groan.

"Oh my god, how much longer is this going to take," Yuuji complains while he holds up one end of a long string of twinkly lights, one of his uninvited friends holding the other end.

"I can't believe getting pussy has turned you into this," Fugisaki says from where she is arranging some flowers on the coffee table, shaking her head as if she knows a fucking thing.

"It is a lot."

He says less, but somehow Fushiguro's condemnation of his behavior pisses him off the most. Sukuna picks up his daughter while he walks over to where his little brother is on a ladder.

"If you mother fuckers don't stop cursing around my kid, I'm going to knock you on your fucking asses."

Yuuji looks down at him, unconcerned. "Dude, you just cursed like a million times."

Sukuna kicks over the ladder and Yuuji falls, bringing down the lights him and Fushiguro had been hanging for the past half hour.

The other boy looks over at them, green eyes furious. "For fuck's sake-"

"Oy, what did I say about swearing in front of my fucking kid?"

"I can't believe you're about to get a woman to marry you," Fugisaki says, standing up and tilting her head to look over the decor that wasn't just ripped from the walls.

"I will call Zenin and tell her that you cried while stalking her instagram when she had that away tournament when you were on a break."

Her head snaps up and she narrows her eyes at him. "You wouldn't."

"I recorded a video," Sukuna says, pulling out his phone while Bug giggles on his hip,

"If you do that, I'll tell your girlfriend that you wrecked her apartment so she'd have no choice but to move in with you," she tells him, crossing her arms over her chest.

Sukuna turns to glare at Yuuji. "Snitch!"

"Don't do sketchy ass shit and I won't have things to snitch on," Yuuji says, rubbing his back which had landed right on the floor.

Sukuna and Kugisaki stare at one another until he puts the phone away and she looks smug.

"Finish decorating and then get the fuck out of my apartment."

"Fuck!"

Everyone turns to look at the little girl who had just said her first swear word. Fushiguro is pressing his fingers to his temple like he's the one who's going to get in trouble for this. Yuuji and Kugisaki look delighted.

"You're so fucked, dude," the brat tells him and Sukuna sighs.

"Let's go practice in the other room, sweetheart," Sukuna says to his now fouled mouth daughter. "We'll let the help finish up over here."

Sukuna ignores three separate cries of "Hey!" and hopes that your daughter drops her newly acquired vocab before you come home.

"Alright, when I say princess...."

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When you walk in and see the apartment, you look excited if a little suspicious.

"What's all this? I thought you said Valentine's Day was a corporate conspiracy to take money from losers who should have been weeded out from natural selection."

"This isn't about Valentine's Day," Sukuna tells you and you hum as you take off your jacket and put your stuff by the door.

"Okay, just a coincidence then?"

"Sort of," Sukuna concedes and then pulls you towards him, your eyes looking around at the twinkle lights that have been placed all around your living room. There's flowers on the table, not roses because he wasn't corny, he'd gotten a mix of your favorites and you look pleased in that way you did whenever he did something that showed he paid attention to you.

"So what's the special occasion?"

The long answer was, it was in part because of Valentine's Day, but it was something he'd known was coming since the day he'd met you.

Bug had written many cards in the week leading up to Valentine's Day, everyone in your lives had gotten one. Sukuna had been proud to have received more than anyone, aside from you. Uncle Yuuji had pouted he'd only gotten two until Kugisaki had punched him, saying she'd only gotten one and she'd had to share it with her girlfriend.

The card that had started this whole chain of events had looked like any other. A heart clearly cut out by an adult, colored varying shades of red and green, Bug's favorite colors at the moment. On the inside, it had said, Happy Valentine's Day Daddy!

Happy Valentine's Day Daddy.

The words had been written by an adult, but Sukuna wondered what had happened to get them there. Had the teachers made the same card for everyone, which seemed rather obtuse even to him, or had Bug requested a card for him. For her dad.

Bug still called him 'Kuna, and he didn't mind. She was young and you had only been together for a little over a month. He didn't expect things to change overnight and considering the little girl had already lost one father, he could understand if she was hesitant to use the title again.

But it was there, in writing, and Sukuna just couldn't wait anymore for it to be true.

He had been so pleased that the two of you were officially together that he hadn't pushed for more. He had thrown around words like forever and wife, more than once and you seemed receptive but those words had stayed mostly in the bedroom.

The two of you were even trying for a baby, although that was another thing that remained mostly behind closed doors. Sukuna hadn't given this part of his plan much thought, but he had assumed that once you were pregnant, it would be a quick matter to convince you to marry him and put his ring on you so you could never escape him with a child and the law to bond you two together.

Getting you knocked up could take months though, even giving it as much effort as he was every night and he didn't want to wait anymore. He wanted to call you his wife and Bug his daughter. He wanted to call you his in front of the few people he didn't actively hate and he wanted to know that when he woke up, you would be there too.

So here he was, in the apartment you both shared, holding your hands in his, seeing what they looked like without his ring for hopefully the last time.

"Sukuna?"

"I'm getting there, be patient," he told you leaning in to kiss you. You responded eagerly and you leaned up so he had easier access to your mouth. Keeping in mind the little girl definitely listening in, he pulled back. He took a second to appreciate the way your eyes were almost hazy with desire and the way your lips look freshly kissed.

"I need to be the impatient one tonight," he says and he gives you one last kiss just to savor you. "I can't wait any longer, princess."

There's a quick pause and you look a little confused, mostly curious, when the door to your daughter's room opens and your little girl steps out. She's dressed in a beautiful white dress. She'd picked it out when Sukuna had taken her shopping the day before and she had a crown of flowers on top of her head, courtesy of Kugisaki who Sukuna maybe hated a little less right now.

You smiled at your daughter and held out your arms for her to come to you and she did, holding her dress up as she ran to you.

"You look like a princess, my love."

"Imma princess, just like you," she says and you look at Sukuna fondly.

"Guess that's why we got such a charming prince with us, right?" You tease and Sukuna doesn't care how corny it is, this moment is just for your little family anyway.

"We got something to ask you," Sukuna says and he nods at Bug, who opens up a sparkly purse.

"You do?" You ask and he sees realization start to sink in. "Sukuna-"

Bug pulls out the box and holds it out to you. "Mommy, can 'Kuna be my daddy now?"

You look at the box and then look at Sukuna.

"Is this-?"

"Open it and see," Sukuna tells you and he reaches over to grab your daughter who giggles and he holds her tighter as she looks over at you.

You open the box and in it sits a ring. Sukuna had bought it before the two of you even started dating. He had seen it in the window of a shop and just known it would look beautiful on you. You bite your lip and your eyes begin to well up with tears.

"So? What do you say, princess? Marry me?"

You're crying now and he sees Bug start to get a little worried before you're smiling and leaning over to kiss Sukuna, your hands holding his face to yours. He grins against your mouth and uses his free arm to pull you closer, his whole world in his arms now.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Yay!" Bug cheers and you both kiss her face as she giggles and pushes against you.

You let Sukuna pull the ring from the box and put it on your finger, where it will stay forever if he has anything to say about it. You look at him in confusion when he holds his own hand out.

"There's another ring in that box for a reason," he teases and you look at him in confusion.

"Isn't this a ring for after you're married?"

"Well there aren't a lot of pretty engagement rings for men, but if you get to walk around showing everyone you're mine until we tie the knot, I want everyone to see I'm yours."

You start crying all over again and you put the golden band on Sukuna's finger and he can't help the pride he feels at the sight of it. The knowledge that everyone will look at it and know he belongs to you.

"We don't need to rush the wedding, it can be up to you," he tells you. "I'll marry you in the summer or the fall, or we can go to City Hall tomorrow and take the kid to honeymoon at Disney for all I care. I just want to be married to you."

You smile and then you look up at him shyly. 'Well we probably shouldn't wait too long."

He raises an eyebrow and then you put your hand on your stomach.

"We should probably do it before I start to show, don't you think?"

That's the end! Are you actually pregnant or are you just being cautious, who knows! Hope you enjoyed, I wrote like 2,000 words, deleted all of it after I wrote the scene at the beginning of this one. Is that me learning how to edit?

Appreciate all of your support always and hope you know you are loved and amazing today!

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wileys-russo · 1 year ago

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could we pleaseeee get a litle fic about this 😭

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the roadtrip (before the void blurb) II a.putellas

if there was anything your mami was a sucker for, it was family traditions, especially after your papi passed away, believing they would make the four of you closer together.

so every boxing day when you were all exhausted and still bloated full of copious amounts of food you'd pile into the car together and drive six hours to your tio's house to spend a couple of days before you'd return to barcelona for new years.

the drive had always been, interesting, to say the least with the four of you cooped up in a car together for so many hours and as little breaks or stops as eli could manage.

alexia and alba had both begged to take a plane, offering to even pay for the tickets which would shorten the trip to only fifty five minutes and give the luxury of being able to stretch your legs and use the bathroom at will.

but though they'd asked for years, they'd been shot down each time with a firm shake of the head and a warning look from eli when they tried to argue their point further, giving up with defeated groans and going back to packing.

you however loved the journey, you loved the view, the snacks, the talking, story telling. but as your sisters grew up they became less interested in these things and more in their headphones, naps or books which left you normally bored and restless since eli had to focus on the road.

you always sat in the back, on the right behind eli while alexia always rode up front, alba sat behind her begrudgingly as every year she'd lose the battle for the coveted front seat.

"maybe next year hermana." alexia would smirk after easily yanking alba out of the seat she'd just camped out in for a half hour before you were due to leave in hopes this might clench it for her, eli dismissing the argument with a wave of her hand.

the first few hours were normally civil, with everyone in a halfway decent mood still riding out the high of the holidays there was lots to discuss, mostly whatever scraps of family drama and gossip alba managed to find out as she moved from seat to seat around the table during christmas dinner.

then you'd all stop briefly, just to use the bathroom and be bribed with snacks at a rest stop.

"aquí pequeña." alexia mumbled with a mouthful of food, tossing you whatever candy or snack you'd requested, often a couple of extra than you'd normally be allowed which you knew well enough to hide before eli got back to the car as your eldest sister gave you a wink and motioned to zip her lips before she did her seat belt back up.

though after the rest stop was usually when the cracks started to show.

"oh for me? gracias fres!" alba gasped sarcastically, swiping the packet of sweets from your hand as you frowned and reached for them back, held off easily with her hand against your forehead.

"give it!" you huffed, only seven years old so regrettably with arms not long enough to snatch back whatever snack the seventeen year old had snaked from you.

"what? you don't know how to share with your hermana?" your sister teased, tipping half the packet into her mouth as you gasped and pushed harder against her hand much to her amusement. "you didn't ask!" you fiddled around with your own seat belt before it finally clicked undone.

letting out a cry you lunged at her, scratching and clawing, alexia having tuned you both out cluelessly with her earphones shoved in and sunglasses dropped over her eyes.

"give it!" you grunted, stood up on the seats and trying your best to get the much taller girl into a choke hold. "just take it then." alba grinned, still easily holding them out of your reach as you jumped on top of her right as eli slid inside.

"oye! basta ya!" the older woman warned, reaching over to smack both of you on the leg right as you sunk your teeth into alba's hand and she yelled, shoving you back into your seat as your back thumped into the door.

"don't push her!" alexia finally decided to pull one of her earphones out as alba kicked her seat, her own head whipping around as she leaned over to punch your other older sister in the thigh.

"all of you! stop!" eli yelled right as alba leaned forward to retaliate and your leg shot out to kick into her ribs, causing her to drop your candy which you scrambled to snatch back, groaning when most of it had now been eaten or dropped on the floor.

"mami she bit me!" "mami she took my candy!" "then she punched me!" "mami she pushed the baby!" "i am not a baby!" "you are too!"

after a stern warning and another disagreement between your sisters about taking turns in the front seat, alexia winning out with the 'i'm older, taller and i need the leg room' argument, you were back on the road and all in a significantly worse mood.

"fresa if a single part of you crosses this line, i will snap it in half." alba warned drawing an invisible line through the middle of the seat in between you as both you and alexia rolled your eyes in sync.

"alba." eli sighed tiredly with a shake of her head, your sister ignoring the warning and crossing her arms, looking out the window as your mami just turned up the radio to try and drown you all out.

of course though with nothing to do but think, it didn't take you long to come up with a loop hole.

for christmas you'd been gifted a clever hand made wooden puzzle from your albuelo, it was linked together with elastics and could be manipulated into almost any shape without breaking or coming apart.

to everyones surprise it was your favourite thing you'd gotten all day, spending the entire afternoon messing about with it, so naturally eli had packed it for you to amuse yourself with on the journey.

grabbing the puzzle out of your bag with a few moves you'd managed to make it into a straight line, around thirty or so centimeters long with all of the pieces locked together like that.

you glanced to the side and smiled noticing alba's eyes had closed as she rested her head on her hand, leaning against the window clearly dozing off. so with the puzzle in hand you crossed the line, poking her a few times with it and quickly pulling it back as her hand tried to snatch it.

"fresa if you touch me again, you die." alba mumbled, eyes still closed as her nostrils flared and your smile widened, waiting a few minutes until she settled again.

*poke, poke, poke*

"what did i say!" your sister shot upright, eyes snapping open as again you yanked the puzzle just out of her grip. "not to cross the line with any part of me or you'll snap it." you parroted.

"sí. so give me your hand i'm gonna break it!" alba growled as you shook your head. "no. my hand didn't cross the line, this did!" you grinned wiggling your puzzle happily.

"well if that crosses the line one more time...its going out the window." your sister warned quietly with a glare before settling herself again.

but of course, growing bored again after a few minutes you didn't listen.

*poke poke poke*

this time you were quick to pull the puzzle away and drop it to the floor where your sister couldn't reach, and without it to follow through on her threat alba hit you instead.

"no no no i'm sorry i'm sorry!" she whispered frantically seeing the tears well up in your eyes and your bottom lip start to wobble. "no no pequeña don't cry!" alba practically begged but by then it was too late as you audibly sobbed first capturing alexia's attention and then eli's.

"fres? nena what's wrong?" alexia turned around right away with a frown, reaching her hand out toward you as you linked your fingers with hers. "alba hit me! it really hurt." you sniffled wiping your nose with your free hand as alexia's eyes flickered to alba whose were wide in fear.

"ale i-" "i am going to kill you."

"alexia!" eli sighed as your eldest sister dropped your hand and lunged, alba curling up into a ball as best she could to avoid the hands lashing out at her as your mami did her best to tug alexia back into her seat.

"stop it! all three of you sit still, no talking, no touching, no moving. dios mío you are giving me a headache and we are barely halfway there!" eli raised her voice silencing all of you as alexia reluctantly settled but not before sending alba another deathly glare of warning and sneaking you a chocolate bar as your eyes lit up.

though as alba caught your gaze to apologize again her own eyes widened as you smiled smugly, tear tracks dried on your face as you happily munched away on your snack and your sisters features hardened and she shook her head.

"diablillo."

around the four hour mark you'd grown bored again, and so had alexia whose music was failing to entertain her anymore as her arm snuck back and tapped your knee.

catching your gaze in the reflection she made a gesture and your face lit up knowing exactly what it meant, another favorite way to pass the time during these trips.

"alba." you kicked her lightly as she hummed and rubbed her eyes, awoken from a nap as she raised an eyebrow in your direction. you began to make gagging noises as she suddenly woke right up and clutched her stomach.

"stop, right now." your sister warned through gritted teeth, alexia catching your eye with a grin and an encouraging nod as you fake retched louder and began to gag.

"stop or i swear-" alba started to warn but as you made a particularly realistic retching noise her face paled and she covered her mouth and blocked her nose, shaking her head.

"fresa." eli warned seriously catching onto what was happening but it was too late as you gagged again and alba cracked. "mami por favor pull over. pull over!" the girl could barely get the words out as eli swore under her breath and quickly pulled to the side, stopping the car.

right as the car stopped moving your sisters door was open and she was rushing to the nature strip, emptying the contents of her stomach as both you and alexia tried to hide your laughter behind your hands.

"they do this every time! voy a mataros a los dos." alba grunted out before alexia gagged this time and she was doubled over again as the pair of you made no move to hide your laughter.

"why are such a bad influence on your hermana? grow up ale!" your eldest sister whined as eli's hand slapped against the back of her head with a loud smack.

"get in the back ya mismo, alba gets the front." eli pointed as alexia sighed but didn't argue, wincing again as eli's hand collected with her back as she did, mumbling under her breath about making it there in time for lunch.

"one more argument and the three of you can sleep in the backyard in a tent, together."

much paler than normal but seemingly steady again alba dragged herself into the front seat as alexia clipped in and patted the middle seat right beside her, both of you ignoring the death threats muttered under the breath of your middle sister.

"vamos fresita, nap time." alexia wrapped an arm around you as you settled into the middle seat and leaned into her, shaking your head.

"i'm not tired." you mumbled, but your sisters fingers threading through your hair and scratching at your scalp had the words sounding much less sure than you'd intended, eyes already starting to close, and within a couple of minutes you were out like a light.

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spidybaby · 1 year ago

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Sad Beautiful Tragic

Summary: Pedri is the picture-perfect boyfriend in front of the cameras and others, but not everything that shines is gold.

Warnings: toxic relationship, Asshole!Pedri, cursing, mentions of sex, mentions of dysfunctional family, cursing.

"Mi amor, can you get me some water? Please." he smiles.

You nod, standing and walking next to Sara, Gündogan's wife. You two hit since you were introduced. You loved her and she loves you.

"I'm a fan of your relationship." she says, noticing how all night Pedri was all over you, kissing your shoulder, making sure you were okay. "I feel like you two are like Ilkay and I."

"I don't think we are. I wished." You say honestly.

Sara smiles, grabbing her drink and helping you with your drink. You were carrying the two glasses of water from their kitchen to their dinner table.

"we are back!!!" Sara says, excited. "Pedri, I was telling Y/n that I love how of a good partner you are."

Pedri smiles, passing his arm around you to bring you into a hug. "She's the best thing that happened to me, I have to love and care for her."

You kiss him. "And I love and care for him too."

Sara and Ilkay love you too. They found friendship and support from you two, even when you are younger than they are.

The dinner kept going, you were invited after the first round of euros to dine with the Gündogans.

"Y/n, can you pass me the sauce, please?" Ilkay asks.

You nod, reaching the bowl, giving it to him. When you retract your arm, you hit Pedri's glass. The water wet his pants and part of his shirt.

You froze for a moment, noticing how he got up from the chair, drying his pants. Ilkay pass him a cloth.

"Perdón, it was an accident." You whisper.

"It's okay, Y/n." Sara reassures you. "It's just water, I'm sure you can dry the jeans on the dryer. Right, Pedri?"

"Si, it's okay, amor." Pedri says. Sitting back. "It was an honest mistake." He kisses your cheek.

"Let me get your more water." Ilkay says.

You feel the grip from his hand on your thigh. You just look down at his hand, gripping your flesh and giving you silent words with this action.

The three of them keep up with the conversation. Sara can't keep her eyes away from you. Noticing how you are so lost.

"Hey." She grabs your hand from over the table. "I need some advice with some outfits for a Cartier event. Help me?"

You nod, "Let me help you with the dishes."

You take your plate and Pedris one. Taking them to the kitchen and then walking with her to her closet.

"Oye, I have this black dress, I was going to give it to you in a box with a cute bow." She shows you the dress. "But I think now it's better because you can try it on."

"Thank you, it's so pretty." You hug her. "You didn't have to."

"I do. You always think about me and get me things."

"I do that by heart, I don't expect you to do it too. However, I love this, thank you very much."

"Gracias, in Spanish, please. I need to practice." She jokes.

"Gracias, Sara." You two laugh.

You hype her with every outfit she tries. Helping her with accessories and shoes. "I feel like so famous, I love having a stylist." She laughs.

"I love doing this, I'm so happy to have a friend like you." You smile, making her turn to see herself in the mirror. "Do you like this?"

She nods. "Let me change, and we can talk."

You two talk about the event, about some clothes you two were thinking about getting, about going to get your nails done.

"Sara, love." Ilkay calls from the living room.

"Ughh, like, let me talk in peace." She jokes, sticking her tongue to you. "We are coming!" You laugh and walk with her with your arm intertwine. "Are you guys leaving?"

"We have to. This beautiful lady needs to go to class tomorrow." Pedri says, making sara pout. "I can drop her here tomorrow, before training." He suggested, making you two nod.

You say goodbye to them, hugging Sara and Ilkay goodbye. "Adiós." Pedri says, doing the same.

When you are at the elevator, he lets your hand go, focusing on his phone. You feel your stomach sink. You know the deal.

After what happened at dinner you know he wouldn't even look at your for the rest of the night.

"Im sorry." You say, trying to grab his arm. "Pedri, let's not do this tonight. It was an accident."

He scuffed, taking a step away from you. You stayed quiet, tired of the routine. You walk to the car in silence.

"Can you drop me home?" You ask.

"No, we are going to my house. You can take an Uber to yours or stay over, I don't care."

"I don't want you to be mad at me, I'm sorry if I embarrassed you."

He sighs, closing his eyes for a second. "You are dumb, you know that, right?"

You frown at his words. You were not dumb. "Am not." You say. "I'm saying sorry, you don't need to insult me."

"Do you want my forgiveness or not?" He asks, smiling. He knows what he's doing.

"I do, but I'm not dumb, Pedri."

"Fine, all you had to do was say yes." He starts the car. Driving to his home like he told you.

You feel weird. You want him to talk to you but not over the condition of you saying you are dumb.

He parks inside his garage, getting out of the car as soon as he turns it off. You stayed there, wondering if it's worthy to try one more time to get him to stop being mad or if you should go home.

You decide to try one more time. You walk inside, finding him drinking a smoothie you got for him before crashing at his place.

You hug him from behind. "I don't want you to go to bed and be mad at me."

He turns, passing an arm around your waist. His eyes scan your face. You look at his eyes the whole time.

"You are so pretty." He says, leaving the cup on the counter and using his now free hand to grab your cheeks. "So pretty."

He kiss your cheeks, thumb caressing your face. You have a small frown. Not understanding what shifted.

"Do you love me?" He asks.

"I do, te amo más que a nada."

He scuffed. "Then why do you keep making me mad?" He asks. You wanted to say something, but he shush you. "You are so pretty yet so dumb."

You let go of him, taking his hand away from your face. "Stop it." You demand. "Why are you doing this? Over an accident? Really, Pedri?"

He laughs. "You are even prettier when you are angry." He grabs your face. "You are lucky to be that pretty." He says, kissing you.

You pull away from the kiss and his hold. "Stop it." You repeat. "You are hurting me."

He rolls his eyes, grabbing your arms and pulling you for a hug. "Fine, I'll stop." He kisses your head, hands on your hips to keep you steady.

You feel weird. You want to say more, but you don't want to fight over and over again.

You try to pull away, but the hold he has on your hips grows stronger. "Why are you pulling away? I thought this was what you wanted." He says. "Hug me."

You hug him, hiding your face on the crock of his neck. You don't want to cry, not in front of him.

"Te amo." He says, kissing your shoulder. "Tell me you love me." He demands.

"I love you." You say, voice breaking in the process of doing it. "Can I go home now?" You ask, tired.

"Sleep here."

"I don't have my books or anything." You explain. Pulling away a little to see his face. "Can you drive me home, please?"

"I don't feel like driving, stay here, and we can get your things tomorrow when I take you to class."

You nod, not feeling like arguing more. You go back into the hug. Cheek sticked to his shoulder. He keeps kissing your shoulder and neck, leaving small pecks.

"Te amo." You say again. Tired of feeling the way you do.

"Mirame." He says. You look up at him. "Te amo, don't make me mad. Be careful with your surroundings." You nod, taking all the blame over an accident. "Let's go to bed, we can watch that movie you've been wanting to see."

You smile a little, taking that small action as a "sorry" because the actual sorry is not coming, and you know it.

You let it go, not sure if you want to ever address it. You don't want to waste energy into something that will just go wrong for you.

You stopped thinking about it after a few days, focusing in your life and your activities. Not paying too much mind to him or his moods.

You got a call from him, you don't take it. You had a little fight over the phone yesterday. You didn't feel like hearing him.

But on the third try, you pick it up. "What do you want?" You ask, not caring about your tone.

"Hola, I'm fine, thank you for worrying about me." he says mad, you roll your eyes. "bitch" he whispers under his breath. But you heard it.

"If you call to pick on a fight again, I much rather spend my time in other things."

He stays quiet for a few seconds. You can hear his breathing. He's trying to calm down.

He just had a very bad day and wanted to talk, but the situation from last night didn't help anything.

"Y/n," he began. "Amor, I want to invite you tonight to a dinner with Sara and Ilkay."

You roll your eyes. He was so typical. "Si, pick me up." You say, walking towards your class. "I have class, bye." You hang up on him.

You pass the class texting him. He was mad about how you hung up on him without even saying goodbye.

You were mad about him and the last night fight, you were mad about how he called you a bitch, you were mad about a lot of things.

You take a cold shower to relax, trying to erase the mad feeling. A bit of concealer to cover the bag under your eyes.

You hear the doorbell. Your mom let him in, he says hi, giving her a bouquet of flowers he got her.

"She's in her room, kiddo." she says, getting away from the hug. "Thank you, Pedri."

He walks the way he knows by heart. He's been to your house time after time, after time. He knocks on your door. Waiting for you to say he can come in.

You open the door, looking at him with a neutral face. "Hi, Guapa." He smiles.

You don't change your expression. If your parents weren't there, he would have been saying other type of greeting. And you know it.

"I need to get dressed." You say, opening the door for him, letting him walk inside and closing the door again, making sure it's locked.

"Nothing I haven't seen." He kisses your shoulder, whispering the words. "What are you wearing."

"Not sure." You shrug. Walking into your closet and going for a black off the shoulder top, skin-tight jeans, and some ballerinas to make it a little casual.

You notice Pedri is watching you, he's leaning against the doorframe. You change like he wasn't there.

"Isn't that top a little down?"

"I like it that way." You grab your bag, putting your lip product, your hand cream, hand sanitizer, and keys inside. "Let's go."

You pass him, he's looking at the top you are wearing. He gets closer to you while you check that your hair and makeup. You watch him through the mirror, his hand on your tummy, his hand moving the hair that rests on your shoulder so he can place his face on the crock of your neck.

"You look so good." He kiss your shoulder.

The way he's pecking your neck, the way his hands are gripping your waist and getting you to be closer.

"You smell like paradise." He bits your earlobe. Kissing behind your ear, earning a small moan in return. "Tan preciosa, tan mía."

He turns you, you are now facing him. His lips take yours, starting a war between tongues. He separates for a moment, you let a small whine.

He attacks your neck again. Lips burning your skin like fire. Hell fire.

He walks to the bed, laying carefully on top of you while taking your lips one more time. He thanks all the stars for his good resistance. He doesn't need to take air that quickly.

His hands find your breasts, squishing one while his other hand goes up to your neck to bring you closer. If that's even possible.

The same hand that's massaging your breast is now pulling your top to get better access, his mouth now sucking and leaving marks only he can see.

You throw your hand back, enjoying the feeling. You have to bite your lips to keep quiet. Hands on his hair, pushing him closer to you.

While his lips are occupied, his hands travel to your jeans, undoing the button and the zipper. You elevate your hips, allowing him to pull them down.

You want to stop, knowing that your mother could walk up and knock on the door was scary and risky.

Knowing your father was working a few rooms away is pulling the adrenaline to a higher level. It was all risky and crazy.

He circles your center, making you hard to breathe, lips on yours again to silence the small sounds you can't contain.

Two fingers in and his thumb working against you is making you unable to open your eyes from the pleasure.

When he gets you to your high, he keeps kissing your lips and neck. Waiting for you to gain composure.

"Y/n, baby." You mom yells from downstairs. "Bring me my charger, please."

You can't say anything back. You don't want your voice to betray you.

Pedri takes the task. "We are looking for it."

"It's in the office, thank you."

You push him lightly, he helps you with your top and makes sure your hair is not nodded from the back.

"Vamos! The charger is in the office." He laughs, kissing your shoulder. You spray perfume again, he has your bag in his shoulder.

"Vamos" you repeat.

You open the door. Feeling his gaze burning your skin. You enter the office and grab your mom's charger.

"Mom, I left the charger on the table by the door, we are leaving." You quickly grab him and pull him outside. "You are crazy."

He laughs hard. Opening the door for you. "You are welcome, amor."

You shake your head, smiling at him. The whole trip to Sara's is quiet, not a bad quiet. Just quiet.

You ring the doorbell and a very happy Sara welcomes you. You hand her a cake Pedri brought for the dinner.

"Gracias!" She says happily. "Come in. I want to introduce you guys to someone." You walk hand in hand with Pedri.

Ilkay, Ferran, and an anonymous man are standing in the living room. "Hey, you guys made it."

"Sorry we are late, we had to figure something else before we got here." He squish your hand, you can't help but blush a little at his words.

"He's always the first one at training but somehow manages to be late to a dinner. Fucking simp." Ferran jokes. Teasing Pedri.

You let go of his hand, excusing yourself and helping Sara in the kitchen. "Hello, Kais" you say hi to her son, who was smiling at you as soon as he saw you.

"Say hello, baby." Sara grabs his hand and waves it. "I'm just making sure dinner is not getting burned."

"It smells so yummy." You say, sniffing dramatically and making her laugh.

"Sara, I'm going to stole a little bit more of wine."

"Oh, come here!" She smiles. "Y/n, this is Mauro. Mauro, this is Y/n." She introduces you. "He's my brother. He's 24 and just graduated from the same career you have."

"Oh my god! twins." You say happy. "I'm halfway there, so see you in a couple of years."

"Enjoy the last moments. After graduation, everything is crazier." He jokes, making you laugh. "I thought that career wasn't here in Barcelona."

"It is, actually I think it's kind of old here."

"Well, I was in Italy studying, so not that I needed that information."

"A second option is always good." You smile.

You talk with him a lot during the time between dinner and while the other talk about football. Even Sara left you two alone in the kitchen.

He was giving you advice about finals and how to study and handle practice for your future in the career.

"Amor, are you drinking anything." Pedri asks, walking into the kitchen and standing next to you.

You don't even pay attention to his question, asking him to wait while Mauro gives you the info about an extracurricular that would help you.

"What did you say?" You turn to him. "Wait, let me just finish with Mauro and I'll be with you." You turn back to the man in front of you.

Pedri notices everything. The way his eyes go everywhere in the room and land without an excuse in your chest area.

How he takes a good look at you, it's making him mad. How your laugh can be heard from outside the kitchen.

"Can I talk to you for a moment?" He grabs your arm, not really waiting for your answer.

He walks over to the corridor that takes you to the rooms. Entering one, not caring who it was.

"Qué mierda estas haciendo?" He asks mad, turning the lights on. "Did you drank something?"

You make a face, "what do you mean?" You smile, not caring much about the situation.

"Don't act stupid." He lowly says, the angry tone confused you even more. "I can't believe you don't fucking know what I'm talking about, stop playing the dumb."

"I literally have zero idea what you mean."

He scuffed. "The way this dude is looking at you, fucking you with the eyes."

You want to say something, but he keeps talking, taking his jealousy out.

"I fucking knew it." He laughs. "That fucking top not even helping, why so you even dress for like that?"

"Pedr-"

"No, shut the fuck up." He says in this stern tone. "I don't even know why you have to dress like a needy whore. You have me, if you need something you can ask me to fuck you."

You shut your mouth, not even trying to defend yourself. You don't have it in you. Also, you were in someone else's house, you weren't going to cause an scene.

You bite your tongue, trying to not explote at how fucked up his words were. You just let him drop his shit onto you.

"And fuck, I thought we were fine, but we are not." He keeps rambling. "And was me fucking you before we got here not enough? Did you need my dick in your mouth to learn how to act?"

You put your hand in front of his face. Making him shut up. You want to yell, but you won't.

"I'm leaving." You say, sniffing a little. "Enjoy dinner, amor." You say the last word with such bitterness it could kill.

When you walk out, you notice Sara is hearing the conversation. She grabs you and walks to you to the room next to the one you are in.

She closes the door. "What the actual fuck was that?" She whispers to you. "What the fuck did he say to you?"

She was kinda red, mad to a point she felt like hitting someone. That specific someone would be Pedri.

"Sara, calm down, please." You grab her by the arms, sitting in the bed. "This is your dinner, please let's talk about this later."

She shakes her head no. "I can't, I want to punch him."

"Just breathe." You say, helping her with breathing. "Please don't say anything." You beg. "Let's just act like nothing happened."

"Y/n, why are you allowing him to be an asshole to you?" She asks, standing in front of you with a mom pose. "Is this regularly?"

"No, let's just go put and have dinner. You took time out of your day and prepared us something so yummy. I'm sure we will love it."

You stand, giving her a hug. She sighs, giving you a tight hug back. "We need to talk after this. If I'm quiet right now is because of you."

You nod, walking with her to the living room. Pedri looks at you and then at Sara. She doesn't look at anything, just the floor.

"You feel better?" Pedri asks you, smiling so fake you want to laugh. "Is your head still hurting?"

Sara stands next to Ilkay. She looks at you in a way that feels like a deer in headlights. "Si, thank you." You say. He kisses your head. Hugging you.

"Let's eat." Ilkay says.

You feel like throwing up. With the way Pedri is holding your hand so hard, you want to scream, and the way Sara is about to stab him with a fork.

It was all like a bad movie, and you were the starting actress.

"Don't get all shy on me now, pose." You say laughing.

Sara, Natalia, and you were taking some pictures for their Instagram. You love spending time with them.

"Go Nat, go Nat." Sara cheers. "You look gorgeous, Alo girl."

The three of you enjoy the little time you have together. It was fun doing these little photoshoots with them.

"Y/n, you should open your Instagram. You would get a lot of brand deals." Natalia says. "It would be fun."

"I've been begging her to do it. The other day at the Cartier event I went, the PR person asked me about her. Spain is crazy about you and your relationship with Pedri."

You laugh, you know you will get some deals like the ones the wags get, makeup deals, clothing brand deals, sports wear deals like Alo.

"I'm not the influencer type."

"But you can be, believe me. You just need to post a picture and ignore the haters." Natalia says.

"Yes, my favorite button is the block one." Sara jokes. Making you all laugh.

You didn't feel like being exposed to all the drama and all the comments. You didn't want to allow people to comment on your life, your decisions, yourself.

"I'll think about it." You lie.

You walked back inside Natalia's house. They wanted to go for a little coffee. The kids were coming with you.

"I love how your kids are so calm. You make motherhood seem so easy." You hug Sara's son.

"But it's not." Sara says. "It's so hard, people don't really talk about it enough."

"Yeah, they make it seem like the best thing and won't tell you the ups and downs of the situation."

You nod, hearing both of them talk about their struggles and their ups and downs with the life of a mother.

"Let's change the topic. Y/n, are we ever going to see Pedri put a ring on your finger?" Taia asks, joking with you.

You sigh, not sure how to approach your feelings about the marriage topic. You wanted him to do it, but at the same time, you don't.

"I'm not sure. If im honest, I feel like my relationship with Pedri is not what it used to be."

You were brutally honest, you can't lie to them. They know you. Natalia, is your friend, you two know each other so well, she comes to you for advice and you do the same to her.

Sara is your newest friendship, but she is so motherly and so protective that she feels like a big sister who needs to protect and nurse you with love and care.

"Is this about the fight you two had the other day?" She rolls her eyes, annoyed at the thought.

"What fight?"

Sara sighs. Blood boiling at the memory of that. "At the party, she was talking with my brother. It was a normal conversation. They were laughing at some topic. Pedri was with Ferran and Ilkay, not paying attention, and it was nothing to pay attention to because they were just talking."

"Okay."

"And then I noticed Y/n and Pedri are not in the room with us, and we are about to eat, I'm looking for them, and I found that asshole telling her horrible things. Calling her names."

Natalia is speechless. She never thought Pedri was that kind of boyfriend, specially because he's one to always make sure you are okay, always asks about you, hugging you and kissing you.

"It's not that serious." You say.

"It is, Y/n." Sara scolds you. "Stop trying to take his blame away."

"Wait, is this something that he said because he was jealous?" Natalia asks. "Was this just a one-time thing?"

You look away, you don't feel like talking about your relationship problems with them, not when they don't experience the same and won't understand you.

"It's not?" She asks loudly. "Why would you allow this?"

"That's what I asked her. Why are you allowing him to be an asshole?"

You feel weird, Pedri is not an asshole. He's just complicated, but he loves you, and he does a lot for you.

"You don't know him the way I do." You say. "He might come across mean or whatever, but he loves me so much and cares about me. You just don't understand."

They think about the approach they want to deliver for what you just say. How do you defend someone who hurts you? How do you think care and love are enough to accept the pain?

"I know you think I'm crazy because I put up with this, but I love him, and I trust that he can change. I can help him do it."

Natalia grabs your hand. "You don't have to be the therapist of someone whose only goal is to hurt you."

You take your hand away from her grip. "I'm not trying to be that. But he can chance, I know that."

You get up carefully, Sara's baby still in your arms. You gave the baby to her and pick your bag.

"You don't have to leave." Taia says. "Let's just calm down."

You leave a bill on the table, enough to cover the drinks. "I'm sorry, but I don't feel like being here anymore." You say and then walk away.

You feel so down, you can't help the tears that accumulate in your eyes. You wanted a hug and someone to tell you what to do with your confused feelings.

You walk into a small bookstore/coffee shop. You just left your untouched coffee on the table back with your friends. And you needed something else. Something fresh.

You walk inside, the shop is empty. You and the girl who's at the register. You greet her and ask for a cold drink.

Walking to see if any book catches your eye while she makes it. "Are you looking for a specific book?"

"Anything on how to make someone stop treating you like garbage?" You say being way too honest with the girl. She stayed silent, and you then re-think your words and walked up to her. "Sorry, that was really inappropriate."

"It's okay, I've been asked that question like five times."

"Nice, any advice then?"

"I'm not a psychologist, but one I had a friend who I loved, but she treated me really bad, and I used reversed psychology on her. I started doing to her what she did to me. It fixed the problem for us." She says. You nod at her answer. "We actually have a book on the theme if you want to."

She hands you your drink and walks over the corner of the store, grabbing a book and walking back to you.

"I think this will work for you." She says.

"Do you want to try this?" He asks you with a mouthful of food. "It's mmmm"

You nod, bitting his burger and offering him a piece of yours. You smile at his happy state.

"This is the best way to break a diet." He laughs, sipping his soda. "I love you for this."

"I know you do." You say cocky.

You two talk about his next game, he invites you to go with him. Offering to but you the plane ticket in that moment.

"We can wait to get to your house, amor." You laugh.

He takes a bite of his food, the sauce of the burger dripping into the seat, your cream color seat.

Normally, you would mind, it's a leather seat, and nothing a wipe can't take out. But you remember that one time that happened to you in his car.

He was so mad at you because he cleaned the car that morning. Getting mad and giving you a big lecture of being careful with others' belongings.

"Pedro, what the fuck?" You act mad. Nervous a little, but you had to do this. "I just cleaned this car."

He looks down to where the sauce was. "It's just sauce."

You scuff. "Yeah, but it's just fucking sauce on my white seat." You say louder. "My not even 24 hours clean seat."

"It's okay, amor." He says.

You shake your head. "You say that because it's not your car."

You keep eating in silence. Shaking your head and making a discomfort sound here and there. You can see feel the corner of your eye that he looks worried.

"Y/n, don't be mad." He says in this adorable small voice.

You wonder if he thinks the same way about you when he gets mad and acts like this with you. You wonder if he feels the guilt you feel right now.

You turn to him. Looking at him. "I was having a good time, Pedro. But now I'm not, because you decided to ruin it."

You repeat his same words. Noticing his worried eyes.

He frowns. "I can pay for it to he cleaned again." He tries to get your hand. You take it away. "Amor, don't be like this."

You grunt, rolling your eyes as you look at him. "Fine, but you need to be careful, this is a brand new car."

"You called me, Pedro." He pouts.

"It's your name." You shrug, rolling your eyes. "Shut up and give me another bite of your burger." You act like nothing happens.

He half smiles, handing the burger in front of your mouth. You take a bite without taking your eyes away from him.

"Give me a kiss." You say after swallowing the food. He does, giving you three pecks. "Good boy." You smile.

That was one of the first times you did the same thing he does to you. You felt so bad looking at him all sad and worried.

The next time is at your house, he was making this thing he learned from Fer. Something healthy and good for a snack when he feels hunger.

Your parents were on a trip, you had your house all alone, just him and you. So you were using the time that you had to be with him.

"I'm making enough for you to have a little for your class tomorrow." He kisses you.

He prepared something Fer taught him, it was healthy and easy to do, and he wanted to practice.

You wanted to do something he did to you a few months ago. You were playing the best uno reverse card of your life.

"It's bitter." You say, making a face.

It was, in fact, not bitter. It was so good you wanted to finish it like a shot.

"Is it?" He asks, tasting it. "Amor, it taste fine." He laughs.

You walk over to the sink, throwing it down. You feel bad doing it. "This tastes like battery acid, dude."

"Did you just throw my food?"

"You need to stick to football, you will kill someone with that nasty thing you call food." You laugh.

He looks over at the full container he saved for you. His eyes got all sad about your words. You wanted to run to him and tell him it was all a lie.

"Oh." He says, turning and mixing the thing.

You grab your keys and wallet. "Let's go, I'm getting us something that we can actually eat. Not that thing you made."

He's quiet, a little too much. You weren't as mean as he was that time, but you did use all the things he said.

"I'm sorry about the food, I thought it could, but I'm not that good, apparently."

"Yeah, you aren't." You scuff. Eating your salad.

He felt sad. He spent over two hours making the meal for you, and all you did was tell him how bad it was and how disgusting it tasted.

The third time was once when you were about to have dinner with Ferran and a few of his friends from Valencia.

He invited you so you could meet his girlfriend and some friend he was very close with. You say yes and told Pedri you were going to pick him.

It has been a few crazy months. You acted like him. Giving him the silent treatment, giving him ugly glares when he said or did something you would normally laugh or smile at.

But nothing compares to what you had planned for tonight, it was the night. You felt nervous just at the thought.

"Pepi, I'm here." You say, opening the door with your key.

He was home alone, Fer was in Tenerife with his parents, and he was spending a few says alone and only with your company.

"I'm my room." He yells back.

You walk upstairs, opening his door and finding him getting dressed. "Hola, mi guapo." You get closer and kiss his lips. "I love the jeans." You smirk.

You let him talk about his day. Not really paying attention to whatever he says. You need to begin with your plan.

"Ready?" He asks, laying down next to you in bed.

You sit down, turning and sitting in bed. "Mhm" you say. Kissing his lips. You feel his hand on your neck.

You sit on top of him, hands grabbing his cheeks to deepen the kiss. You move your lips from his own to his neck.

He has his hands on your hips. You ask him to move a little up to bed to have more access to him.

You are now squatting over him. One hand on the mattress to keep you steady and the other placed on his crotch area.

You pat him, making him moan. You move a little down. Letting go his lips. "Hips up." You say, looking into his eyes. You can tell he's turned on.

You pull his jeans and boxers down enough to get access to him. You got back to kissing him. "Spit on my hand." You scoop your hand to his mouth.

He does what you ask, and you grab him in your hand, making up and down movements. Your lips back on his while you work him.

"So fucking handsome." You say, pecking his lips. "So handsome and so mine." You bit your lip.

When he tries to touch you, you grab his hand. Speeding your movements. His moans and how he's rolling his eyes are driving you crazy. You can't deny it.

You draw circles on his tip, playing with the little white liquid, making it easier for you to touch. "Mierda, don't stop." he moans.

You keep working him until he reaches his high. Kissing him to calm him down. You grab a small cloth he had near that he used to clean something.

You cleaned your hand and helped him with the mess you made him make. Kissing him again once you are done.

"Let's go?" You ask, bitting your lip as he gives you a certain look.

"I feel like staying in."

"We already told Ferran we were going. We can leave early, but let's go, mi amor." You kiss him one last time.

He fixes his clothes, walking behind you. He loves your outfit, the way that skirt looks on you, and that pretty black top.

You drive to Ferran's house. You love passenger princess Pedri. He was so cute, not worried and stressed about driving.

"I got cupcakes for dinner." You say, taking them out and asking him to lock the car with the controller.

You enter, saying hi to everybody. Ferran introduced you to two girls, one of them is how girlfriend and his three boy friends.

You talk with Ferran's girlfriend, she's asking about going to the game together and wanted to meet for coffee and having a talk before the game.

You notice how Pedri is talking with this other girl. You don't mind how she's very touchy and grabby because he's always taking her hand away.

But this girl doesn't know she just gave you the perfect material that your plan needed. "Can you excuse me for a second? I just need to tell Pedri something."

You walk over to him, hugging his arm. He grabs one of your hands while you do that. "Hi." He says, kissing your head.

"Hi, what are you guys talking about?"

"Oh, nothing." The girl says quickly. "Just football and all that boring stuff."

You nod, letting them keep talking. It was so obvious this girl came to kill. Her top shows the perfect amount of boobs, her skirt is about to show her ass and she's all touchy with your man.

"Can I talk to you for a second?"You ask him. Pulling him to one of the guests' rooms Ferran has downstairs.

"You okay?" He asks.

You take a deep breath, ready to play the same game he did. You didn't want to but you have to.

"Can I ask what the fuck you think you are doing." You ask, mad tone. "Did you take something?"

"Y/n, what are you talking about?"

"Don't act stupid, you know what you are doing."

"Amo-"

"No, Pedri." You say, shutting him down. "this fucking girl is over there, all hands in you and all you have to say is <what are you talking about?> I'm not stupid. I can't see her eye fucking you"

"Amor, this isn't you." he tries to get close to you.

"No, Pedro." You pull his hands away from you. "why are you acting like a needy prick? Does me fucking you before coming here was not enough?"

You shiver from the memory of him telling you the same thing.

"Do I need to stick my fingers into your mouth to teach you to shut up and act like a good boyfriend?"

He just shakes his head no. Walking backwards and leaving the room. You feel so bad about everything. But he did the same thing.

You take a few breathes, walking out to find him talking with Ferran. He has this sad eyes. You want to apologize.

"Hey, are you feeling better?" You ask him. "is your head still hurting?"

He gives you a look, not really saying anything. Just nodding at your question.

"I was telling Ferran that we are leaving. My head hurts really bad."

"Fucking bad, he's been like that for a few days."

"ay bebé," You say. Grabbing his cheek and kissing it. "Let's go so I can take care of you, mi bebé."

He half smiles at you, grabbing your hand and saying goodbye at everyone. You walk with him till the door is closed, you let his hand go, you are mad about this stupid dynamic.

You search for your keys. "Y/n?" You ignore him. Not caring about turning and asking him what he needed. "Y/n, please not tonight."

You walk to the car, unlocking the doors and putting your seat belt on. He can't keep his eyes away from you.

"Please, don't do this."

"Do you even know how much this shit is hurting me, right now?" You ask him. You can feel your eyes tearing. "I can't, Pedri."

You dry your tears, driving in silence to his house. "we fucking need to talk." he says. Opening the door of the car.

You feel so bad about the way you treat him. You can't understand how is possible for him to do it to you.

"I don't know what the fuck is taking over you. But you have to stop. This isn't healthy anymore." he yells.

"Then why you do it to me?" You yell back. "Pedri, you have done this to me multiple times."

"I have not."

"You have!" You yell again. "I don't know how you can do it. Fuck, I'm in pain when I do this to you, but you did this time after time, after time. Why?"

He stayed quiet. You cry into your hands, feeling so down about the whole thing. Feeling like you don't have the energy to keep this deadly game.

"I don't -" He tries, but he stops when he hears your cries. He thinks about how he ignored you and acted mean towards you and never fully apologized. "Joder."

"And I see my dad." You say, sobbing. "Do this shit to my mom, and I think yo myself, why does she deal with it? Why isn't she leaving?" You sob harder. "And you do it do me. You treat me the same way."

You fall down to the couch. The way your sobs reflect the broken feeling in your heart is breaking his own.

He knows you family life is not the most comfortable. You rather spent some time at home with him than at your own place.

But he never questioned your motives, he never questioned you when you asked if you could crash at his place. He never questioned your motives when you preferred to have dinner at his home with Fer and him than at home with your family.

"And my excuse is that you love me and you care for me, but my heart and chest hurts when I think that we will be like them. And how if we ever have kids, they will feel the same way I did."

"Amor, please take a breath." he kneels down in front of you. "C'mon baby, two more."

"I thought it was normal, maybe boys treat girks like that, because if daddy does it and mommy allows it, then it's okay, but this is not okay, we are not okay." You cry. "I love you so much." You grab his face. "but we need to change this, I can't. I won't live the life my parents live. I won't be my mom."

"We won't live like that." he promised. "I can change, please don't leave, mi amor."

"Let's go to therapy, please." You beg him. "I don't want to keep doing this, Pedri, please."

He dries your tears, hugging you and kissing your head. "I promise, we won't. Let me fix this."

It has been four months.

Four months where you two have been revisiting your relationship and fixing the small things that needed to be fixed.

You two went to a couples counseling every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Pedri's idea to do it.

He also went to therapy because he needed to find where this pattern was coming from. He needed to find the reason behind it and stop it.

You feel that the relationship was way better. You worked better as a pair. You even feel how those little things that you used to say were gone are now back.

You got the news of your father being transferred to Madrid. He was the head of the Barcelona company, and now they needed someone to take care of the new place. He accepted and asked you to move with your mother and him.

You declined the offer, wanting to keep your life in Barcelona, your studies, and your relationships.

He offered to pay you an apartment floor for you and to keep paying for everything lile he was already doing. You asked him to give you some time to think about what your options were and to take one.

Your best friend offered you to share his apartment. After all, you loved the neighborhood, and the people at the front desk already knew you.

You wanted to ask Pedri for advice. Wanting to have a second option before you make the final choice.

"More pasta?" He asks, getting up and walking to the kitchen to grab the bowl with the pasta.

"Just a little bit more."

"Why are you so lost?" He asks, kissing your head while he serves the food. "Everything's fine?"

"My family is moving to Madrid in two months." You confess, very straightforward. "And my dad is offering me an apartment to myself, or my bestie is offering me to be roommates."

"Okay." He laughs a little. "Tough decision."

"Yeah, because one is to live by myself or share a floor with someone I know since kinder garden."

He thinks for a moment, looking around his living room, you had a lot of things there. His closet has a special section just for you. His bathroom is half yours at this point.

"Don't freak out on me, but." He says, thinking. "What if you move in with me?"

Your eyes light up with his offer. That was his most sincere action, and he didn't even think too much into it. He was ready if you were.

"We been dating for a good time now, you crash this place all the time, you know my ways, and I know yours."

"But I don't want to bother you. This is your space."

"This can be our space." He grabs your hands. "Please, think about it. You have a key, you have a snack cabinet, you have half your belongings here."

"What if you don't feel comfortable after some time?"

"Amor." He laughs. "I won't be offering if I knew this would be something that can go wrong for us."

You look into his eyes. There were not an ounce of doubt, not even a little sprinkle.

"Please." He begs. "Let's make a pro and con list. You'll see this is a whole pro thing."

You let him do it. He runs to find paper and a marker to make the list. You laugh at how he manages to only add in the cons that he's messy (sometimes) and how he forgets to do the laundry.

"Por favor, amor." He kisses your cheeks. "Please, please, please think about it. We would be so happy together."

You smile, hugging him and thanking him for offering something that he wanted as much as you find hard to admit.

"I'll even ask your parents for permission." He kiss your lips. "Say yes." He begs one last time.

"Vale, yes. I want to." You say, grabbing his cheeks and kissing him deeply. "But you will a my dad."

"That would be like practicing for when I ask for your hand." He smiles. "Te amo, I'm so happy."

"Don't forget to pack your sunscreen. Your mother says.

You told her Pedri would be in Tenerife for the few free days they gave him, and that he invited you to go with him after your exams.

"I won't. It's already in here." You say, putting your stuff away. "Can you ask dad if he can drop me off, please? I don't want to Uber."

"We are not talking." She casually says.

You scuff. "What is he mad about this time? You breathing?"

"I put two spoons of sugar instead of three in his coffee."

You stayed quiet, your mother asked you before not to mind her and your father's fights. So, you didn't.

You feel bad for her. She didn't deserve the way he treats her just because he's crazy and incapable of managing his emotions.

"I'm sorry to hear that." You say softly. "Can you drop me off?"

She nods, helping you with your bag. You say goodbye to your dad. Who told you to call him when you landed.

The drive to the airport was weird. You want to give your opinion but at the same time you want to stay away from the drama.

"Thank you for dropping me off." You say as you get out of the car. "I'll call you and send you pictures. love you."

You text Pedri a picture of your window seat. He texted you back saying he wanted you to be there already.

You sleep the whole flight, tired of the hard week of tests and presentations you had. You craved some sun and the beach.

And there was no better place than his home. Tenerife is beautiful, he loves it and you love it too.

His parents were there, you loved his parents. They were so welcoming and so nice to you all the time.

You turn your data on again, seeing that Pedri texted you that he was waiting for you at the airport and was hiding with a bucket hat and some shades.

You hurry to get to where he is, laughing at how funny he looked. He pouts, hugging you hard. "Stop, look at what I do for you and how you treat me." He jokes, kissing your lips.

"I'm sorry, but you look so funny." You smile at how he does this funny face. "Let's go, I don't want people to notice you."

You walk hand in hand with him to his car. Finding Fer in the driver's seat.

"Hi, hermanita!" He says happily. "I missed you, mom and dad miss you too."

"Hola, Fer!" You take his hand from the back seat. "Miss you guys too. I'm happy to see you."

Pedri grabs your arm, pulling it lightly towards him to grab your hand. He kisses your palm many times.

"How were the exams?"

"The same as always, tiring and stressful."

"Are you winning it all?"

"Yeah, I'm not as dumb as you think I am." You say jokingly.

You two laugh, it was fresh to be able to joke about things that you two overcome and you find part of the past.

"Jo'er pero quien diría que tu eres tonta? Si tu eres de las personas más listas que conozco." Fer laughs, interrupting your laughs. (Who would say that you are dumb? You are one of the smartest people I know.)

"I'm joking, don't worry." You quickly say, the grip in your hand growing tighter. "How was the game? Sorry I didn't make it."

"It was good." He yawns

"Just good? Venga capullo, tell her how it was." Fer turns his body to us as he pulls into a red light. "You've been talking about how excited you are to see her, and you gave this dry ass answers." He laughs.

Pedri just smiles, not laughing or anything. "It was actually great, we won, and I assisted the goal Ferran scored."

"That's how many points?"

"Three, we are first right now, but I think if RMA wins the game they have today, they will be equal or one point down."

"You are way better than Real Madrid this season, I think the new trainer is doing a nice job."

He nods. Kissing your head. "How's your mom?"

You think about her, how she was home with your dad, and his stupid silent treatment. "She's fine, she says hi."

"I'm going to see her when we get back, I feel like it's been a long time no see, and it will be out last goodbye before the moving."

"Let me send her a picture of you, so she knows we are together." You point the camera at him. "Cheese!" He smiles, squishing your thigh as you take the picture.

The rest of the ride, Fer was telling you about how the restaurant was going, a project he has, things about life.

"I'm taking your bag. Go say hi to my mom. She was so excited to see you." He says, taking your bag and kissing you.

You walk inside and find Fer waiting for you at the entrance.

"Mom! Y/n's here." He shouts, taking you by the arm and walking straight into the kitchen.

"Hi, nena." Fernando says, hugging you. "We missed you, so glad you came to see us."

"I'm glad I'm here, thank you for letting me stay, Mister González."

"Don't thank me, you are always welcome here." He winks. "Rosy was here a minute ago, I don't know where she went, but in the meantime, what if we celebrate with a little bit of wine?"

You shake your head no, "I'm fine with just water, thank you." You say smiling. He served three glasses, one for Fer, one for Rosy, and one for himself.

"Look what the wind brings us." Rosy says, joking with you. "Hola, nena, we are so happy to have you here."

"I missed you guys, I'm happy to be here."

"We prepared something for tonight. It's on the oven, so you'll see it when the time comes." She smiles, passing an arm around you to walk you to the couch.

Pedri walks just in time for him to see the scene. He smiles wide at how much his parents love you.

"Do you want some wine?" His father asks him.

He shakes his head no, seating next to you on the couch. "Did you tell them?" He asks.

You shake your head no, feeling the blush from the news, Pedri was excited to tell his parents about your decision.

"No, you do it." You grab his hand.

His parents look at you two, all smiles and happy. "Okay, I'm telling them."

"Porfa no nos digan que estas de encargo, que me muero." Rosy says, making Pedri laugh loudly. (Please don't tell me you are expecting, I'll die)

"No, we are not having a child." You say, laughing with him.

"Not yet." Pedri whispers, kissing your cheek. "What we want you guys to know is that. Y/n's parents are moving to Madrid, her dad got transferred there."

"Oh no, you are leaving Barcelona?"

"That's the news, I asked her to move in with me." He says, looking at you, "and she said yes."

His parents stay silent.

They do love you, but they think it's a little bit sooner than they expected.

"I know it sounds crazy, and if you are not comfortable with that, we don't have to do it." You say, noticing their faces. "I told him I had the possibility of renting with a friend, that can still happen."

"It's not that we are not comfortable, it's just a little too soon, maybe?"

"I don't think it's soon." Pedri says, frowning. "And I'm not letting her rent when she can live with me."

"It's not about that, Pedri." His mom says. "But living together is a big step, and you two are young, that can make you or break you."

"It's not breaking us." He says defensive. "Didn't you two move in together because you got pregnant?" He asks.

He was getting defensive with his parents. That was not a good thing. You feel like the fight is part of your fault for not consulting with them and their opinion.

"I think," you interrupt their argument. "We can take advice from your parents. It's not like they are forbidding us to move in. They just have their opinion."

The way his eyes got black from anger when you say that made you rethink your words.

"Vale, I'm going out, I don't have the energy for this. " He says, getting up and walking out of the house.

You stayed quiet. You all did. His parents were surprised that he got that reaction. Fer was speechless about everything. Not even understanding what really happened.

It was like the old version of him, but you know that's not it, he changed and is now a better person.

He has his mad moments, and that's why he now chooses to walk out of the situation before it gets too heated.

"I'm sorry." You say. "I know we should have asked, but I really thought it was a good idea at the moment."

"Don't apologize." Rosy says. "I think we all need to just calm down and talk more calmly about this."

"I'm going to look for him." You smile at them. Walking outside of the house.

You and Pedri shared locations just in case. Never really used it before. But today you are thankful that you have it.

You notice him sitting on the sand, playing with it. "Can I sit?" You ask him. He rolls his eyes at you, turning his face.

You roll your eyes too, sitting next to him. He was drawing figures on the sand. He's trying to calm down his thoughts.

"What you told your parents was very disrespectful." You begin. "What they wanted to say was that we need to make sure we want to take this step and not fail in the process." You say to him. He keeps giving you this silent treatment. "Can you stop? Let's talk about it."

You gave him a few minutes, and he needed to think his words before speaking. It was all new to him. He didn't want to explote.

"You just told me you don't want to live with me after I literally beg you to move in. If you needed an excuse to tell me no just say that."

"I don't need an excuse, Pedri." You say, stern tone. "I do want to live with you, I told you that. But your parents are giving us advice that we need to take into consideration."

"Do you think this would break us?"

"No," you quickly answer. "I think this would be challenging, but we can do it."

"Then why you back them up?"

"Because we can use some advice." You hug him. "Plus, your parents would be very straightforward if they thought this was something we shouldn't have to do."

"That's true."

"So, I think this is something that they just want to make sure we are ready for." You grab his hand. "Are we ready for this?"

"I am." He says, sticking his forehead to yours. "Are you?"

"I am." You separate and kiss his forehead.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, sitting on the warm sand and enjoying the company that soon would become typical.

"You are right, let's go tell them we are ready for this." He kiss you, standing up and helping you stand up.

You laugh, walking back hand in hand with you. You love this new version of him, this secure version of him. This is a supportive version of him that you wont get tired of.

Him.

Simply him.

🌸🌸🌸

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mazikeenhyde · 8 months ago

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All is Fair in Love, War and Dominant Fuckery

POLY JUDGMENT DAY – 18+ MINORS DNI!

WRESTLER-READER (female) X WWE JUDGMENT DAY – RHEA RIPLEY, DAMIAN PRIEST, DOMINIK MYSTERIO, FINN BALOR

WARNING - (A PURE & UNAPOLOGETIC ANGST FUELLED SMUT FICTION)

(Alcohol, verbal abuse, physical violence, angst, mentions of drug use)

This one is gonna get a little dark so….. Y’all beeeeen warned. What can I say? It’s KINKTOBER BABY, and personally I do love some dark-angst fueled smutty relationship drama!

All is Fair in Love, War and Dominant Fuckery…

PART ONE

It was late Friday evening; the sun had laid itself down on the crease of the horizon, exhausted and content with the days play as the moon prepared to take over its duty. Soft rain clouds hung low in the sky; their silver linings illuminated by the yellow tinged artificial light of the lamp posts dotted throughout the street.

In a fast attempt to avoid the incoming rainstorm Rhea began making her way inside from the car. Reaching into her jacket pocket for her house keys she unlocked the front door to their shared home, her hands filled with a couple of shopping bags from a quick stop at the grocery store. The entire group were fortunate to have the full weekend off and had opted to have a full weekend at home together. A couple days of just them, of just her and her lovers. To get away from all the demanding cameras, all the nosey fans and the ever-challenging management & production team at WWE. Just the five of them with a mix of some good food, movie nights, warm cuddles and those oh so magical moments in the bedroom.

Except upon reaching the door Rhea could hear the muffled but increasingly loud voices from inside, what sounding like a screaming match between Y/N and Dominik?

“What the hell?” Rhea muttered under her breath as she unlocked the door and made her way inside, dropping her own bag inside of the door, up against the wall and locked up the house behind her before making her way through the hallway to the kitchen.

There, leaning against the cooking counters stood Finn and Damian, each with a drink in their hand looking ever more frustrated. Damian, who had opted for a cold bottle of beer straight from the fridge took a swig while offering a half smile to Rhea, the bottle still had small fragments of ice on the side of the label as it clung on to his skin, he ran his free hand over his head and through his tight braids leaving a few shards of ice behind which quickly melted from his own body heat, sighing as he did so. Meanwhile, Finn held a mug of hot coffee to his lips and took a sip raising his eyebrows in her direction. Taking a deep breath in he spoke.

“Welcome home love…” Finn said jokingly as he exhaled, the angry muffled voices above them continued, only getting louder with every passing minuite. All three of them glanced up at the ceiling, Damian shaking his head as they did.

“Oy vey…” Damian stated, taking another swig of his beer.

“What the hell is going on? I was gone for what… about an hour?” Rhea stated as she dropped the shopping bags on the counter, looking over at the clock on the wall. The contents of one of the bags had spilled out, to reveal boxes of fresh fruit, a packet of pre-made waffle mix and a container of fresh free-range eggs.

“About an hour…?” Damian questioned looking over at Finn who tilted his head to the side and nodded, coffee still in hand.

“Yep, about an hour? Id says that’s about how long they have been at it for.” He shook his head setting his coffee mug to the side and hopping up to take a seat on the edge of the countertop.

“What?!” Rhea exclaimed, rather surprised by their statement.

“Mi Vida, about two minutes after you left they started.” Damian responded, finishing his drink and disposing of the bottle before offering to put the shopping away.

Rhea removed her jacket and threw it to the side as she put her hands on her hips, looking up at the ceiling where it sounded as if a war had begun. It was no surprise to the three of them that y/n and Dom were arguing, being the youngest of the group they often bickered or fell out with each other. But it was always short lived and nine times out of ten, the whole argument was always over nothing.

“What are they fighting about now?” Rhea questioned the boys. Damian who was putting the last of the groceries away looked over to Finn who was scrolling through social media on his phone. He looked up to Damian before they both glanced back at Rhea.

“You don’t know do you…?” She stated.

“Honestly love, we figured it was easier to just let them get on with it. You know what they are like” Finn responded, before returning to his phone.

Damian closed the door and walked over to Rhea, running his hands up and down her arms, placing a gentle kiss on top of her head. “The gambling man I am, I would put money on the pair of them making up before dinner. And no doubt they will end up having a little make up session just to make us jealous” He took his hand to reach for her chin, placing a gentle kiss on her lips.

“I know you Rhea, you don’t need to worry about them, they will be…” But Damian’s voice was quickly cut off when suddenly a loud crash came from upstairs, followed swiftly a loud thump and another loud crashing sound against the floor.

All three of the judgment day members in a blind panic tossed everything to one side and scrambled their way up the stairs. Rhea leading the charge swung open the door to the master bedroom to a sight none of them were fully prepared for.

“FUCK YOU, YOU SELF ENTITLED PRICK!” Y/n screamed at the top of her voice, her arms swinging by her side having just launched one of the bedside lamps straight at Dominik’s head. He had been fortunate enough for his reflexes to kick in and had ducked out of the way just in time, knocking over the cabinet behind him sending the television set crashing down to the floor.

“You fucking psychotic bitch! The fuck is wrong with you!” Dom spat back pulling himself back to his feet, with sweat dripping from his head he ran his hands back through his dark-haired mullet, exposing a rather obvious red mark from his fall just above his eye.

“Me?! What’s wrong with me? You are a selfish rat do you know that! No wonder your dad was happy to see the back of you!”

Dom lunged forward towards y/n as the fire of a thousand suns grew inside of him, the hatred for his girlfriend growing every stronger by her words. Damian was quick to leap into action and hold him back whilst Finn grabbed a hold of y/n, locking his arms into hers so the two of them couldn’t rip each other apart.

“I don’t see Rey racing to get you back, do you? You're pathetic Dom, a pathetic little LIAR!” Y/n laughed through her teeth as she ran her tounge across her lip which had been busted open from a previous scuffle only minutes prior to this declaration of war.

“Arghhh, FUCK YOU!!!” Dom tried to throw himself at her, kicking his legs and yelling at the top of his voice while Damian and Finn both held on tightly, trying to keep them apart.

“SHUT UP THE PAIR OF YOU!” Rhea stepped in to the middle of their path towards each other, having finally both seen and heard enough from the pair.

“I don’t know what the HELL is going on right now but THIS… THIS IS NOT OKAY! This is NOT ACCEPTABLE!” She took a breath in and looked at each of them, turning her head and letting out a heavy sigh. “This is not how we do things, in this relationship we talk, we talk with our voice’s and we DO NOT put our hands on one another. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME” Rhea stated, trying to control her temper as her blood boiled at the thought of any of her lovers on purposely trying to hurt the other.

Damian and Finn didn’t release their grip as they both looked at each other, lightly shaking their heads as each of them felt their own little warriors’ bodies tightening in their grip.

“You two clearly cannot be in the same room as each other…. And that, that hurts me to see.” Rhea’s voice broke off at the end, you could see the upset in her eyes as they glazed over with emotion.

For a minute both y/n and Dom paused, seeing the genuine pain they had inflicted on Rhea. But it only lasted a moment, because the second Damian and Finn released their grip on the pair they locked eyes again, and like a bull in a China shop that rage came back, and boy did it hit like a tsunami.

Dominik and y/n once again lunged toward each other, only millimeters part before the boys managed to regain their grip around the fighting duo and pull them back.

“Oh brilliant, bloody brilliant. I don’t know what the matter is between you two, but you need to sort this shit out, and sort it out now!” Rhea demanded, making her way over to Dominik. She looked up at Priest and signaled for him to let go of the boy who was ever so slightly lifted of the floor. Dominik dropped back to his feet and fidgeted on the spot, unable to control the rage that was growing inside of him.

Rhea snapped her fingers in his face to gain his attention and taking her hand to his face she examined his now semi blackeye. Glancing over her shoulder to y/n in a very unimpressed gesture she returned her focus to Dom.

“Dom, take a breath, stand still and tell me why you are fighting” She asked, releasing her grip on his face. But Dominik said nothing, his eyes solely locked on y/n and his face showing nothing but discontent for his partner.

Rhea took a sharp breath and turned on the spot now facing y/n, she shrugged her shoulders, inviting y/n to answer the same question but just like Dominik, y/n kept her eyes locked on the boy, seemingly oblivious to everyone else.

“This. Ends. Tonight. Do you hear me?!” Rhea stared the pair of them down before signaling for Finn to release y/n.

Rhea now stood directly in-between the pair.

“So, help me god if either of you take a step forward, I will show you a whole new world of hurt…” She said as she crossed her arms. Damian and Finn both took a step back from the situation in an attempt to begin clearing up the mess that had been created.

Y/n breathing was heavy, her breaths short and her hands shook in a mix of adrenaline and an alcohol induced buzz. Dom looked down at her palms noticing and smirked. He cleared his throat to gain some attention as Rhea looked over to him.

“How many…?” He questioned y/n. Damian and Finn paused, stopping what they were doing and looked over to the young boy in both confusion and curiosity.

Y/n stood still, her hands continuing to shake as her eyes glazed over in a furious spite for Dom, he wasn’t about to cross the line, was he?

“How many baby…” Dom asked again, his menacing smile growing as his dark eyes pierced through her.

“Careful…” y/n whispered under her breath, the look they gave each other signified the love they had was gone, now replaced by a need for revenge on the other. “Don’t cross that line Dominik, you aren’t the only one with skeletons in your closet” Y/n glared back at Dom who offered her a wink, knowing full well just how much it would infuriate her.

“How many what? What skeletons? We don’t have secrets, what the hell are you both talking about!?” Rhea said, throwing her hands in the air as she turned repeatedly looking between them. Damian and Finn looking between each other equally confused and concerned.

“What is wrong with you two tonight? You’ve fallen out before sure; you’ve argued many times but not to this extreme. Why are you so intent on hurting each other! It’s just not like you…” Damian exclaimed, shaking his head, equally hurt by the events of the evening.

Dom huffed and walked away, removing his shirt and tossing it in the laundry basket as headed for the bathroom to take a shower. Stopping for a moment he turned to look at Rhea, jerking his head for her to join him, but Rhea was more concerned with dealing with the incidents of the evening rather than ignoring it all just to have a quickie.

Y/n turned and attempted to walk out of the room, her legs wobbling ever so slightly as she gained her composure.

“Y/N!” Rhea shouted racing after her, now standing at the top of the stairs while y/n was already halfway down, Finn had swiftly followed behind her while Damian had opted to try and talk some sense into Dominik. "Where are you going?!" Rhea yelled.

Y/n paused for a moment, refusing to look up or make eye contact, instead staring emptily in front of her she responded “Gym” before carrying on.

“I’ll join you” Finn stated, edging his way around Rhea and racing down the stairs after y/n. He paused and looked up to his auzzie lover whose eyes were full of worry. “It will do them good to be apart, talk to Dom, we will work this out… I promise” Finn smiled before running ahead to catch up once more to y/n who had already made her way out the front door and into the pouring rain.

“But we….” Rhea called out but upon hearing the door slam behind Finn she collapsed onto the stair banister and sighed. “We have a gym here… and it’s raining.”

-TEN MINUTES LATER –

Rhea rose back to her feet, wiping the tears from her eyes and collected herself. She turned on the spot and strode into the master bedroom, she stomped straight past Damian who was adjusting the television set back into its place. Rhea opened the door to the ensuite bathroom and pulled at the shower curtain, reaching in and grabbing onto Dominik’s arm before pulling him out. He was quick to grab a towel from the rain and wrap it around his waist before Rhea threw him onto the edge of the bed and bent down so her face was in line with his.

“Firstly….Dominik. If you ever, ever lay a hand on y/n again so help me god I will make you pay. Do you understand me?” Rhea was calm and collected, her eyes staring into his soul. Dom took a hard swallow and gulped, nodding his head.

“Good. Secondly, do not think your actions this evening have been forgiven, you will both deal with the consequences of trashing this bedroom later, do you understand?”

Again, Dom nodded, very aware than the Dominant and primal Mami had fully taken over the situation now.

Rhea stood back up, straightening her back and crossed her arms.

“Now, spill….” Rhea meant business, and Dom knew it. In fact so did Damian who was trying to keep himself busy reconnecting the television cables and stay distracted from his increasing hard on that was pulsing between his thighs.

Dom paused for a moment, unsure of what to do, because while he hated Y/n in that moment, he didn’t really want to hurt her, he wanted to protect her, but doing that would run the risk of his own secrets coming out.

“Dominik….” Rhea stated once more, bringing his attention fully back on her.

He took another hard gulp and turned his head, pointing over to y/n bedside draw.

Rhea walked over calmly and opened it to find nothing, it was empty. She turned her head, questioning the boy. Dom stood, holding tightly to the towel and made his way over, reaching a hand into the draw and with one finger slid the back of the draw compartment across, revealing a false back.

He looked down at his feet and took a breath before stepping back as Rhea knelt down to look inside.

“Fuck….” She said.

TBC

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lucydixon · 19 days ago

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Home is where the heart is

GIF by @lords-of-mayhem

Summary: On this week's episode of Lost in the Sauce with Roommate!Reader... Øystein is spiraling after losing Helvete. He finds the two of you an apartment, insisting that he doesn't need your help throughout the process, in hopes that it'll make him feel useful. (Spoiler alert, it doesn't) Warning: NSFW, Fluffy Comfort sex, Body Worship, Unprotected P in V, Oral Male!Recieving

Ever since he’d resigned to the fact that he wouldn’t be able to keep the store no matter how hard he tried, especially with everything that was going on, Øystein had been insecure and mopey.

You’d been trying to be there for him, but he was being a stubborn little bastard and insisted on sorting everything out for both of you, no matter how many times you tried to offer.

He’d found an apartment for the two of you and had unloaded all the boxes while you were starting to pack up Helvete with Faust. He’d been gnawing his lip bloody and biting his nails all day, anxiously waiting for you to walk in through the door for the first time to see what you thought.

When he heard your keys jingle on the other side of the lock, he started thinking that he should’ve shown it to you first.

It was your first time seeing it, and his eyes were locked on you, waiting to catch even a glimmer of distaste in your reaction, sure that you would hate it. That he’d fucked up another good thing by trying to do it without help and he’d lose you next and be left with nothing.

You didn’t even glance around the apartment when you pushed the door open, too busy trying to get your key out of the lock with clumsy hands. You looked up and smiled warmly when you found him standing just inside the apartment and took a few steps to close the distance, slamming the door shut with the key still in the lock, and draped your arms over his shoulders before kissing him softly.

A little shocked, he pecked you on the lips before you could pull away from him fully, brows pulled together.

“What?” You frowned.

“You didn’t even look.” he threw his arm out, gesturing to the apartment for you to check out, but then rested his palm on the small of your back gently as if he didn’t want you to.

“I can’t say hello first?” you pouted teasingly, still staring back at him. “I missed you.”

He made a soft scoffing sound that made your chest ache, and looked away as if he couldn’t fathom you having missed him.

“Øystein,” You breathed, eyes widening slightly. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“You missed me?” He muttered, voice dripping with self-loathing, “You deserve so much better than all this.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” your brows pulled together “why would you say that?”

“Just fucking look at it.” He grabbed you by the shoulders and turned you around so you could see. “I picked a shitty apartment and you’re gonna hate it.”

“What’s wrong with it?” You sounded genuinely confused, glancing around.

You couldn’t see anything amiss. It had a kitchen and a real bathroom, which was leaps and bounds better than the store. It wasn’t even small. There were rooms separated by actual walls and windows that weren’t caked in black paint and nicotine.

“Seriously, Oy. What’s the issue?” Your eyes darted back towards him, but he was staring at the ground, gnawing on his bottom lip.

He just shrugged weakly.

You’d never seen him so meek and unsure of himself, and it was a little jarring. You weren’t used to being the one doing the comforting, but you could very clearly see that he needed it.

“Hey,” You muttered softly, reaching out for him. “What’s going on with you, baby?”

He let you lift his head up with a gentle grip on his chin but wouldn’t look at you. Regardless of where he was looking, you could see the tears brimming his eyes and the warm flush of shame radiating off of his skin.

“C’mere.” You tugged him towards the couch, which he must’ve hauled out of the basement at Helvete without you noticing and sat down with him. As soon as you were on the couch, you pulled him into your chest and wrapped your arms around him tightly.

Øystein buried his face in the crook of your neck and could feel himself losing his composure.

A part of him didn’t want you to see him like this, but the overwhelming majority of his cells longed for your touch and knew that you were the only thing he wanted needed in that moment, even if he felt he didn’t deserve it.

He’d been carrying too much for too long and had fucked up by brushing you off everytime you offered your help.

All he wanted was you.

All he’d ever wanted was you and he’s wasted so much of his time and energy on Varg and all the bullshit that came along with him.

Yet here you were, holding him while the tears spilled from his eyes and rolled down your chest, muttering reassurances into the top of his head.

“I fucked everything up.” He spoke into your skin shakily.

“No you didn’t.” You brushed your fingers through his hair “You’re just overwhelmed, there’s too much shit going on all at once.”

“I don’t know why you’re so upset about this place though,”

“It’s a shithole.” he scoffed, but it came our sounding choked.

“It’s really not, Øystein.” You assured him “It’s nicer than anywhere I’ve ever lived.”

“And you do realise that we’ve been living in a store, right? It wasn’t exactly the height of luxury, baby.”

“I know.” He groaned, still hiding his face in your neck “cause i keep moving you from shithole to shithole.”

“That’s not what I’m saying!” You were quick to correct, eyes slightly widened “Øystein, I went with you willingly. I could’ve gone with Jan and had my own room, but I chose to go live at the shop with you.”

“Could you just look at me for a second?” You urged gently, nudging him until he begrudgingly pulled back, dragging his hands over his face to get rid of the tear stains on his cheeks before you could cradle them in your hands, staring right into his bloodshot eyes.

“I don’t give a shit where we live.” You told him “Even if this place sucked, which, it really fucking doesn’t, by the way, none of that shit matters. All I care about is having you around. We could live in a fucking shoebox, and I wouldn’t care, because you are my home. Fuck the walls and the roof. It’s always been you.”

He couldn’t find the words to express how full of love he was in that moment. It felt like his heart was beating out of his chest.

“You did good, baby.” You pressed your lips to his forehead. “I like it. I promise."

You could feel that he was overwhelmed, and gave him a break from your unrelenting staring to look around the apartment again.

Your eyes landed on the bed in the next room over and you grinned immediately.

“Wow,” You whistled, shaking your head playfully, “Look at us go, we’ve finally got a real bed, with a frame and everything.”

“It’s gonna be alright, Øystein.” You turned back to brush his hair out of his face, trailing your fingertips over his cheekbones as you went. “You just need to relax. "

“Let me help?” the pad of your thumb brushed up against his bottom lip tenderly and his breath hitched in his throat “why don’t we take that bed for a spin?”

He couldn’t help but chuckle, sweeping you up in his arms to carry you while you shrieked and looped your arms around his neck.

Øystein walked you over to the bed and threw you down on the mattress as gently as he could before shrugging off his shirt and joining you. He crawled on top of you and slammed his lips onto yours, only for you to pull back after a few seconds.

“Hold on there, mister.” You chuckled, nudging him off of you. “You wanna fuck me all crazy? You absolutely can, but there’s some stuff I wanna do first. So lie down, would you?”

A little confused, he rolled himself onto his back and blinked at you while you peeled off your own shirt and straddled him.

You settled once you had his quickly hardening cock pinned between your bodies with your still-clothed cunt.

You rocked your hips, just barely, and got a shaky groan in response and caloused fingers digging into your skin.

It had been a good couple of weeks since the two of you had been intimate, which is the longest you’d ever gone since you’d shared your first kiss.

With all that was going on, you’d been neglecting one another.

It certainly didn’t help that he kept you at arms length while he searched for your new home.

The only solace was the hours you spent asleep, clinging to eachother as if you could make up for lost time.

“I’ve been missing you.” You muttered, ducking down to press your lips to the tip of his nose, then each of his cheeks, “Not just today, either.”

“I feel like I’ve barely seen you.” you pouted playfully, but your words rang true.

“I just wanna take my time,” You moved onto the corners of his mouth before trailing your lips down his jaw “really get my fill, ya know?”

“I’ve missed you too,” Øystein hummed, melting into the mattress below you. “I’m sorry for neglecting you”

“No apologizing.” You breathed, shutting him up with a kiss and the roll of your hips. “You’ve been working so hard, baby. Just let me take care of you.”

He nodded hesitantly, swallowing hard and when you grinded your hips down against him, you could have sworn you’d heard him fucking whimper.

Instead of commenting, like you desperately wanted to, you decided that now was not the time to poke fun at him and wordlessly continued your way down his throat, leaving increasingly sloppy, open mouthed kissed against every inch of skin while he made soft sighing sounds and dug his fingers into your hips so hard they’d be bruised in the morning.

You couldn’t have given less of a shit.

It had been far too long since you’d woken up bruised and sore and you were eager to allow him anything he wanted on this particular evening.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” Your palms glided down his chest, caressing the hard plane of his stomach and swiping your tongue over his collarbones, then trailing kisses down his arms.

“And, god. these fucking arms.” You groaned into the skin, dragging your teeth over the hard muscle “I think about them all the damn time. Can never get anything done when you’re walking around with them out.”

"Don't even get me started on these."

One of your hands intertwined with his and you raised it to your mouth, swirling your tongue over his fingertips before taking them in your mouth, sucking on them while his hips bucked up into yours. The sounds coming out of your mouth, muffled by his caloused fingers, were damn near pornographic.

Your mouth slid off of them with a satisfying pop.

“Take your pants off.” You snapped the waistband of his boxers with your free hand.

He seemed a little dazed by the request, very much not used to this dynamic between the two of you, but he had to admit that he liked the attention despite the urge to take over.

So, he followed your orders and shimmied out of his jeans, holding your stare the whole time.

The seemingly endless stream of attention flowed down his body until your hands were wrapped around his length and your tongue was lapping at his tip, collecting the salty drops of precum, all while your eyes bore into his from below.

Usually, he’d never let you tease him like this, but, Øystein wanted to see where this was going. Besides, the second he felt the warmth of your mouth engulfing the head of his cock, he was a goner.

A low moan tore it’s way out of his throat, so raspy that it sent a shudder up your spine.

His hands gathered your hair up in a ponytail and he, very gently, used it to guide your movements.

He didn’t push or pull.

Didn’t thrust into your throat from below or ram himself into your windpipe like he usually did.

Just offered soft prompts.

The longer your mouth was wrapped around him, the tighter his grip on your hair became until he just couldn’t take it anymore and pulled you off of him roughly.

You gasped, startled, but in no way surprised that he was done letting you hold the reins.

In all honesty, you were surprised he’d held back for that long.

You were thrown down on the mattress, and he immediately tore your jeans down your legs, closely followed by your panties.

He was almost frantic in his undressing of you, so much so that you’d half expected him to rip your clothes to get them off faster, but he didn't.

You could tell that he was trying not to be too rough with you, but he was very quickly losing his composure.

The second that your clothes were gone, he was prying your legs open and ran two fingers down your slit. A growl sounded, deep in his chest when he felt just how soaked you were and it was enough to make his cock throb with need.

Still, he eased two fingers into your weeping hole just to make sure you were ready, ripping them out and jamming them in your mouth once he was satisfied.

You tasted yourself and sucked them clean, moaning around his fingers.

Within a matter of seconds, they were done and Øystein was sinking into you slowly, holding your jaw in a tight grip to make sure you were looking at him when he bottomed out, nudging your cervix insistently.

You moaned breathily, struggling not to let your eyes roll back into your head as you felt the stretch of your walls around him.

For a second, he held you there, and the two of you took ragged breaths, exchanging a look so full of love and desperation that it made your chests ache.

“I love you,” you breathed, eyes so full of conviction that he thought that he might start crying again.

Instead, he rested his forehead against yours and kissed you.

It was soft and sweet, akin to the way he kissed you when you were trying to pry yourself out of bed at night to get a glass of water. It held the same desperate, pleading, ‘don’t leave’ sentiment to it.

“I love you too, Angel,” he muttered into your mouth, slowly pulling back to sink back into you. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’re never gonna have to find out,” you promised, arching your back into his body. “I’m yours, Øystein. Always have been. Always will be.”

A soft whine fell from his lips, desperate, and full of failing restraint as his hips bucked forward suddenly.

You gasped, wrapping your legs around him.

“It’s okay,” You urged, panting into his ear as he clutched you to his chest “Just let go, baby. I want you to.”

That was all he needed.

Øystein immediately started slamming into you, quickly building a bruising pace coupled with grunts and groans, muffled by your neck as he sank his teeth into the soft flesh, drawing a sharp cry from your throat.

“Taking me so good,” He gasped, already able to feel himself crumbling “Shit. feels so fucking good- like you were made for me-”

The praise had you climbing to your peak just as quickly. You met each slam with the roll of your hips, sucking him in further while his name fell from your lips like a prayer.

“I fucking love you” He grunted, really ramping up in speed now. “You gonna cum pretty girl?”

All you could do was nod frantically, burying your face in his neck.

“That’s it.” his hands found yours tangled in the sheets, and pinned them over your head, maintaining the brutal pace. “Look at me.”

Your eyes snapped up to his, pupils blown and glazed over as you neared release.

“You gonna cum with me?” Even he was struggling to keep his eyes from rolling back when you nodded immediately “Good girl, cum with me. Fucking cum with-”

He cut himself off with a sharp gasp rutting into you while you clamped down around his glistening cock, pulsating around him while he pumped you full of cum.

A string of curse words tore out of him as his pace grew sloppy, then slowed to a stop.

He stayed buried deep inside you and rolled onto his side, keeping you tightly wrapped in his arms as you both caught your breath, chests heaving against one another.

Even after your breathing had evened out, you clung to one another.

“Fuck.” Øystein breathed into the top of your head. “I’m gonna marry you.”

You stiffened, eyes eidening in shock against his bare chest.

“You’re crazy for putting up with me, so I’m not letting your crazy ass go.” He sounded so sure. Like there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he wanted you forever “So yeah, I’m gonna marry the shit out of you if you let me.”

“Of course I’ll let you.” You made a startled sound, but you were smiling. “Are you asking me to marry you right now?”

“No, no.” He pulled back to look at you, cradling your face in his hands. “I’m gonna get you a ring and do it properly. Okay?”

“I don’t need a ring.” You rested your palms over his shakily, “I’d marry you right here,”

“Just let me ask you, properly.” he grinned, pecking you on the forehead. “Let me do one thing right. The normal way”

“Sure.” You choked out a laugh. “Whatever you want, baby.”

“I want you.”

“You’ve got me.”

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Tale As Old As Time

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songs used for inspo: The First Branch, Belle, Nice and Airy How Does a Moment Last Forever (music box), No Matter What,

art credit goes to Marbipa

this au is very heavily inspired from the 1991 movie, 2017 movie, and the musical, some things will seem similar and at times different, some parts of dialogue will be familiar, however it's for the sake of the plot. to summarize, this is basically a retelling of the story. I hope you guys enjoy!!

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Warnings: brief mention of character death, slight misogyny

word count: 1.9K

summary: life as the inventor's daughter

Chapter 1 : The Village

In a small province, east of the castle, there was a small village called Arachna,

This village is quite unique on its own as there are many people of different personalities, Men go to work and get an education and the women stay at home to learn how to be housewives and tend for children. Reading was considered wrong for women to read…Men didn’t want them to develop ideas or think for themselves and only solely focus on the children… However…At the edge of the village, at a small house lived an old inventor, he knew how to fix clocks, create music boxes, and most importantly invent. He would slave the day away just tinkering and figuring out new ideas on how to make life more comfortable and convenient, he proposed his ideas constantly to the villagers to help them make their lives a bit easier, but alas…the villagers called him a loon and demented for frivolous ideas. He would go home dejected, but his greatest pride and most precious invention would be at home; Y/N…

He had raised y/n all on his own after his wife passed away when y/n was 5. To his precious daughter, He promised himself that he wouldn’t shun her from her curiosity and instead showed her all there is to know. Y/N learned how to read, write, speak, analyze, and even sing a little, all due to her father’s promise that he made to her dying mother and to his daughter. Eventually, Y/N grew to be a lovely and beautiful woman. She’s kind, compassionate, loving, and even imaginative. She even has a huge affinity for reading and especially having a bit of a collection of books at home.

You may wonder, what is Y/N’s life like at her village

well it goes a bit like this…

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A rooster crows in the distance, as the sun rises, signifying the day to begin..

Y/N has woken up and looked at her book beside her bedside table and smiles “well now...time to return this to the bookstore” she says softly to herself. She opens her curtains and opens the window, smelling the morning dew from the fresh air. Y/N gets dressed in her favorite blue dress, tying her hair in a low ponytail with a ribbon and walks downstairs to cook some breakfast for herself before leaving. She puts her book in a little basket and walks out and heads for the village. “Any moment now…before I hear-” she gets interrupted by the waking village “BUENOS DIAS MI GENTE”

Y/N rolls her eyes as she sees the empty streets quickly fill up with people with errands and work to do. She smells fresh wheat from the bakery, and she smiles as she thinks how the baker always sells his bread right on time. “Ah, Buenos Dias Y/N” the baker says. “Oh Buenos Dias, señor”, The Baker looks at her and smiles and asks, “where are you off to?” Y/N smiling and excited to tell him says “Oh I’m going to the bookstore! I just finished reading this amazing story about an ogre, a donkey, and a cursed princess-” she gets interrupted “oh that’s nice. OYE MARIA, LOS BOLILLOS” he ends up yelling to his wife in the bakery. Y/N shrugs and moves along her day.

The villagers see her and start whispering amongst themselves, they gossiped about how she would always read, always having her nose stuck in a book.However, they could all mutually agree that despite her odd personality, she’s truly a sight for sore eyes, a truly beautiful woman who sadly knows how to think.

Y/N arrives at the bookstore and opens the door, the bell on top of the door chiming, announcing her arrival. “Buenos Días señor ! vine a devolver el libro que me prestaron” she says handing the book back to the salesclerk with much care. The salesclerk laughs “ Already? Y/N my dear, it's only been since yesterday.” Y/N who was already on the ladder searching for another book looked down at him sheepishly “yea, well I couldn’t exactly put it down…” Her hand lands on a familiar blue book, she pulls it out of the bookshelf and hands it to the salesclerk “I’ll borrow this one !” The salesclerk looks at the title of the book and shakes his head, amused by her antics “you’ve read this book almost 2 times already, are you sure you want this book again ?” he says, while helping Y/N down the ladder. “Well I can’t help it, faraway places, tense sword fights, magic spells, and a prince in disguise”

The salesclerk chuckles and hands her the book “well if you like it so much it’s yours...” Y/N holds the book in her hands in excitement “I-I… are you sure?” she asks hesitantly. “I insist, please take it” he tells her. “Well then thank you, thank you so much!” Y/N leaves the bookstore happily, immediately opening to the first page.

While Y/N is in the distance walking with her new book, next to a tavern there is a strong, tall, blone, handsome brute of a man, checking himself out in the mirror, making sure that his looks are impeccable. “BEN! I caught your uhh…whatever this bird is, oh and some girls told me to tell you you’re an amazing hunter” says a shorter looking pudgy man to him.

“Why thank you Eddie for reminding me how perfect I am,” Ben says. Eddie nods as he pretends to agree with his own statement. “I bet that not even a beast or girl can handle you,” he says, feeding the man’s ego. Ben looks down at Eddie and grins “oh and that’s true as well, but my next hunt is that one over there” he says pointing at Y/N. Eddie looks at him a bit appalled and says, “the inventor’s daughter?” Ben then inhales and goes on a tangent “Why yes, Eddie…she’s the one I’m going to marry, the most beautiful girl in town. As soon as I met her, I knew that I have to make her my wife, a handsome man like me and a gorgeous woman like her are meant to be together” Eddie agrees with him reluctantly as he sees Venom speed walk to catch up with her.

Ben goes through a bustling market in order to reach Y/N who is easing her way through the crowd despite reading a book. “Please let me through” he said exasperated, not wanting to let Y/N out of his sight. Eventually he does finally reach her by climbing the roof of a house and landing right on his feet like the man he is. “Hello, Y/N” he says as his eyes scan her from head to toe. “Hola, Ben” she says in response while still focusing on her book. ben then smirks and quickly takes the book away from her hands to get her attention.

“Ben, por favor give back my book” she says politely. Ben ignores her by butting in her way and flipping the pages in the book “How do you read this… there’s no pictures…”

“Well if you read books then you would know that some people have something called an imagination”

Ben looks at her and throws the book somewhere as he tries to charm her “well Y/N, I believe it's finally time for you to stop reading books and pay attention to more…attractive things, like me” he says. “The whole town talks about it. It’s not proper for women to read...besides women thinking means they develop ideas and start assuming things” he says with a bit of a grimace on his face.

“Ay, Ben you’re so antediluvian.”

Y/N then reaches down to pick up her book and wipes the dirt off with a handkerchief. She turns around to keep on going back home but is stopped by Ben yet again as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, mentioning how she should join him at the tavern so that they could talk and bond. “Oh, but I can't. I have to go help my father, goodbye now” she says, as she walks away as fast as her feet can take her away from the brainless man.

A few minutes later after speed walking, Y/N sees smoke coming out of the basement and rushes there quickly. “PAPA!” She opens the basement door to let out the smoke and searches for her father “ay papa, que paso? estas bien?” she asks as she helps him get up from the floor “Ay Hijita, I'm fine... I just can’t get this piece of metal to start working” Y/N chuckles and kisses her father’s forehead “papa you always say that when you’re frustrated… Besides, if you get this to work… you can finally go to the contest and win that prize you’ve always wanted.”

Her father thinks for a while and nods “ you’re right…i shouldn’t give up, i’ll get a patent on this and i’ll finally be Mauricio, the greatest inventor ever seen!” Y/N smiles and hugs her father before leaving to let him finish his invention. “Oh right, papa did you…” she looks at him with a knowing look “yes I did mijita, it's upstairs at the kitchen table.” Y/N nods and dashes up inside the house and speeds to the kitchen. She stops when she looks at the table and smiles fondly. It was her mother’s old music box…now fixed after so many years…

Y/N sits by the table and winds up the music box and hums along to the melody being played remembering the lullaby her father used to sing to her before going to sleep as a child. She then looks up and sees her father smiling at her, enjoying the melody as well. “Papa…do you think i'm..odd ?” she says softly to him. Her father raises an eyebrow and sits beside her “y a donde sacaste eso??”

“People talk papa…” she says looking to the side. “Solecito…they talk about me too, we’re not odd at all…” He brings his hand to her shoulder to console her “you’re my daughter…and you’re mother’s daughter as well, They’re the common people and you…you’re unique Hija. No matter what you do I’m always on your side ok?” Y/N smiles and chuckles “are you sure that’s just not you being biased?” Her father laughs and shrugs “Maybe…maybe not…don’t ever change who you are, ok?” Y/N smiles and nods “ok papa” A few days later, Y/N’s father was finished with his invention and had prepared the wagon, placing some food, medicine, horse fodder, and his invention all neatly placed inside the wagon. As he adds the saddle onto Felipe’s back, placing the reins properly on the horse’s side. He then looks at Y/N and smiles “Hijita…what do you wish for me to bring back for you? Shall it be jewelry, or dresses, or new perfumes?” Y/N thinks for a minute and says, “A rose, like the one mama had embroidered on her dress” He chuckles “But, you ask for that every year. Y/N smiles as she looks at her father “and yet every year you’ll bring it...” “Fine then, you’ll have my word, adios por ahora y/n” he says as he gently caresses his daughter’s cheek. “Adios Papa...” Y/N would watch her father ride up the hill into the distance.

“Stay Safe...”

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