#para. › … when the sun came up (i was looking at you) .

[wolfbaenes]

when the sun came up (i was looking at you) | pack

the drive from seattle to beacon hills wasn’t the longest camden had ever taken, but his hands had admittedly begun to tense up on the wheel a few times. the muscle spasms were normal by now; they were tremors left over from his deployment, his therapist had told him; his body was reacting to something he no longer remembered. they’d never found the cause for his memory loss, but ptsd seemed to be a reasonable enough explanation for everything else.

getting out of seattle would be good, his therapist had said when camden first brought up the idea of transferring. beacon hills was new—-it didn’t have the same ghosts of pasts relationships or night terrors; it wasn’t filled with the people that he hadn’t been able to save, or the coworkers that’d died in fires they hadn’t put out quickly enough. beacon hills was a fresh start—-it was the place to go if he ever wanted to get better.

and it was especially good if he didn’t do it alone.

“i was going to complain about you eating all of chips,” he teased ana, his eyes ghosting across the WELCOME TO BEACON HILLS sign as they crossed into the city limits, “but your timing is impeccable. you want to grab something to eat before we head to the house?” he asked. he’d taken care to make sure all of their boxes and furniture had been moved in already; the only things left in the car were a few suitcases, their electronic devices, and a few other things that they hadn’t wanted to leave in an empty house for more than a few hours. camden was infamously paranoid about leaving things in the car, but he’d been working on breaking that habit and being less tense about it. he’d certainly stash it all in the trunk once they got out of the car, but at least he wouldn’t make them go all the way home before eating.

it felt surprisingly easy to navigate the streets of beacon hills. he only knew this town as far as google maps could tell him, but he had no difficulty turning on main street and driving right past all of the bright, fancy shops lined along town square. he could blame it on common sense; the best places in town were never the big restaurants, they were always the mom and pop diners that saw a small, consistent clientele every day. camden didn’t know where he’d find such a place; it hadn’t been on any of the beacon hills websites that he’d looked at, but he knew one existed somewhere. and somehow, his hands navigated the car around corners with ease, as if he knew exactly where he was going.

“i’m off of work tomorrow, by the way,” he mentioned. he’d originally been scheduled to go into work tomorrow, despite it technically being his first day in town, but he’d gotten lucky. the fire station captain had a bit of mercy on his newbie soul and was allowing him to get adjusted to the town until monday, at the very earliest. he glanced over at ana and threw her a smile. it still amazed him that she’d decided to come with him. they’d been close for as long as they’d known each other, and she was every bit of a sister to him. the most painful part about deciding to leave seattle was the idea that he’d have to leave her behind as well; learning that she’d had no intention of letting him go unaccompanied had made all the difference. “you think you want to explore a bit?”

[honestsycrets]

enfócate | tutor!miguel o'hara x reader

❛ pairing | tutor!miguel x student!reader, fake boyfriend!peter x reader

❛ type | explicit

❛ summary | jess is clear: miguel o'hara is a terrible boyfriend. he'll inevitably hurt you-- but peter has other ideas. or, you blow miguel in a library.

❛ tags | spanish tutor!miguel, bratty reader, a kiss with Peter, Miguel's jealousy, bjs, fake boyfriend!peter, slight obsessive qualities, fuck buddies, undefined relationships, fuck boy Miguel.

❛ reqs fulfilled | see here.

❛ sy's notes | the pov on this piece bothers me, it jumps between reader and Miguel. however, i did write two separate pieces for this request (a combined 25 pages vs my usual 11/12). so, i decided to meld them together to create this piece. anywho, if it bothers you, i understand! ❤️ I yoinked a lot of the Spanish from my Spanish learners textbook, hopefully, it's acceptable.

He knew he wanted you from the first day he saw you in the tea cafe. 

Jess and he rarely visited the tea shop. It was settled on the edge of campus. Close to the social sciences and arts, but far from the work he did in the Genetics department. As a Ph.D. student, however, not all the work was done in the lab. Jess liked to see the different types of people that came to this tea cafe, where the chair cushions were fluffy emerald pillows and plants hovered overhead.

“Miguel? What's---” 

You stood apart from the other students with their sloppy, half-cropped, or frumpy appearances, there was a particular care you took to dressing. It was the embroidered bow in your hair that drew his attention. When you left to fetch a refill of chai, he noticed the soft, frilled socks in tiny ankle boots. He just knew you would taste sweet, leering as he watched you at the drink bar. Jess glanced in your direction, the way you adorably bowed your head after the tea artist gave you your drink, and just knew. Jess looked over her shoulder. 

“Not her.”

Jess’s voice was a drawn-out sigh of your name, punctuated by her fist beating the table. Miguel perked at the mention of your name. Oh, so she knew you. She was probably sick of his shit. Good, he was also sick of being used as a vibe check for the lesbians she wanted to pick up.

“Don’t you have enough side pieces?” 

Miguel didn’t respond. 

“She probably has a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend. Look who she's with.” 

That finally got a response. 

“You don’t know that,” he kept his eyes straight ahead. You caught him staring, wiggling your little fingers in a hello as you sat at a table. "I want her."

You sat with an incredibly frumpy, annoying photography student who once took his picture for the lab website. Could he be… his attention wavered when you pulled out a book: Español para el siglo. His lips quivered into a wildly sardonic grin. Oh no, no no. It was too easy. 

“You’ll ruin her. She’s too innocent.” 

He leaned in. 

“Are you going to help me or not?” 

“Buenas tardes,” 

Two chairs and a thin desk. The small study room was more of a glorified broom closet for its students. You were lucky that there was a large window that looked out over the student union, flowers blooming up its brick siding. Bits of lush dark green ivy poked into the window’s view from the library’s tall wall. As the sun set on campus, rich orange and pink settled over the sunset on that warm Friday afternoon. At least the sight was pretty for how overwhelmingly small the space was.

It wasn’t the space that bothered you. It was your tutor.

He was big-- big big. Not just a little big, but really big. The kind of big that was on bodybuilding competitions. It made his long, blue-grey muscle shirt and grey sweats look tiny, sucked to his well-pumped muscle. The room felt a lot smaller as you looked at him, his long brown hair whipped back over his neck. His eyebrows raised on his dark forehead, arms turning one over another, a bundle of muscle.

“Ah... you're him? The man from the tea shop.” 

He pulled free his sunglasses and set them down. His warm chocolate eyes glanced from the edge of your now too-short skirt to the glint of a dagger necklace that beat between your breasts. He’s staring. Why is he staring-- you finger the dagger between your thumb and index fingers, soothing yourself with the manipulation.

“Miguel.” He warmed, pulling the seat out beside him. His voice was buttery and smooth, almost like rich caramel. The lilt in his voice lightened, inviting you to take a seat by him. You should. You thought. Sit down. “Siéntate." 

You stared.

"I said sit down.” 

That was a bad idea. You paused, slipping the bag down from under your shoulder and onto the beige tile by the door. Miguel watched every slight movement. That’s fine. It’s natural to do that. You tugged the bottom of your skirt and took a seat beside him. Miguel pushed the chair back in, pushing your chest to the edge of the desk space. Oh-- oh boy, he was strong. Of course, he was, he was built like a-- 

“Bueno. Now you're settled. How can I help you?” 

Do that again.

“Me? Oh! I... Jess said you could help me need to pass a test,” you murmured. The four semesters of Spanish seemed relatively easy compared to being stuffed next to this Adonis in this tiny study room. Your legs settled over your skirt, hands working over one another to will down the pulse of your wily excitement. What was wrong with you? “To pass my language requirement.” 

You should have been able to do that alone but-- let’s say you weren’t the most applied to the language in your childhood. A tutor was a great alternative to embarrassment and thousands of dollars in classes. If only he didn’t look like… this. His large hand left the pasty back of your chair.

“Hm,” he paused. “¿Puedes hablar español?” 

“Sí,” you murmured. “My mami was-- well, I should have listened to her.” 

Hm. 

You want to know what Hm means. Your leg tremored on its own accord. He swept a leather bag by his side up and pulled out a thick folder, running across several tabs. Lab notes, diet plans, pruebas. 

“It happens,” he notes, sliding a page free. “Let’s see how much you know, princesa.” 

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to know more, to hear the hum of Spanish bouncing off his lips. It was a world apart from your mother’s shrill screams on Saturday mornings to clean an already clean house. It held its own beauty and mystery when he spoke it. You took the page from him, setting it down on the bland tablespace by your phone, lighting up with a notification.

Jess When you meet Miguel, don’t do it.

"¿Princesa?" you asked.

"You dress like one. Don’t worry if you fail,” you plucked out a pink mechanical pencil, complete with little animated characters tightened around the wrapping. You perked at his words, choking a small smile. “I expect you to.” 

Why was he like this? You took another unfortunate look at him, his large forearm plastered over the desk, making the book he had to look like peanuts in comparison. God, he was hot-- you felt comparatively hideous, drooling over a man that was out of your league. Maybe he could be your piece of eye candy this year. Your phone buzzed along the table again. Miguel’s eyes shot to it, a frown pulling at his lips. 

Jess Don’t fuck him. He can’t keep his dick to himself.

He reaches over, flipping your phone down with an overworked smile sundering his expression. It’s almost fake. 

“Are you…” you turned your eyes to the questions on the page. “A student?” 

“Grad student,” Miguel answered. So, older than you then. “I graduated with a BA in Spanish and a BS in Genetics.” 

“Oh! A dual degree?” The man couldn’t be normal. He had to do both. “Did it… take a while?”

“No, it was accelerated.” 

He was unreal. There was no way this man was ordinary. It was physically impossible for the man to be that hot and successful. You scribbled across the page, nipping the back of your pencil at particularly hard questions.

“So you just do this for… a living?” you asked him. 

“I teach and train clients, yes.”

“Train?” 

“Gym,” Miguel set his cheek on his fist.

“I do cardio with Jess. No strength training for me.” Jess-- who suggested Miguel to you. You had some shit to bitch at her about the next time you saw her. Namely, why she didn’t warn you about Miguel. He was a boon for chaos in your life.

“I’d waste your time. I’m all marshmallow,” you pat your soft belly. “All pan dulce and burros.” 

He chuckled. 

“You have a beautiful body.” 

And that was that. You set the pencil down on a page half full of answers, glancing toward his full lips. They were quirked into an arrogant smirk. He knew the effect he had on women. He glanced to the page, then to you, his lips growing into a smile laden with arrogance. 

“Your hips--” he glanced down, “My girls couldn’t pay to get them.” 

He noticed. You supposed that the miniskirt wasn’t the best choice for meeting a new man.

“Do you talk to everyone like this?”

“No. Only the ones that look at me like you did." 

Oh. 

 If it were a game of whom ate whom up first, you had to be honest-- it may have been you. You couldn’t shoot anything back at that, angling your head down at the page guiltily. A sigh fell from his chest. His large hand came to the back of your head, cupping the thick bow on the back of your head. His fingers ran across the silk, teasing it between his fingers.

“Calm down, you’re not the first one to do it. You won't be the last,” he turned your head to look at him, large fingers combing through the strands of your hair. He chased the panic in your wide eyes, doe eyes blown wide. Your heartbeat soared into your chest, choking you there, looking for an outlet from your shame. 

“Breathe for me,” he leaned in, his warm breath tingling your ear. His cologne was clean, like the lapse of the waves on the shore back home where the tropical heat was a second skin. You listened, taking a weary, deep breath in, then out again. Again. 

“Go on.” His knuckles rapped on the sheet. Miguel’s hand fell away. You found yourself longing for it again. 

“He’s gorgeous.” 

“I told you not to fuck him," your superior, Jess said, her feet bouncing off the stairstepper effortlessly.

“I didn't-- I just, he called me beautiful.” 

“He would call anyone beautiful if it meant fucking them. Don’t fall for it.” 

You knew Jess wouldn’t say it unless she were serious. She always knew what you needed help with, where to locate a good solution, and had the right words to calm you down.

“How?” you said, louder than you intended. You were suddenly thankful for the pounding music that beat down on your ears in your school’s gym and the rush of people that came and went. “Jess, you’re a lesbian. You don’t understand-- he’s thick. Like, he’s luchador status big. Big, big.” 

“I’ve dated some thick women.” 

“And he likes me,” you said pointedly, rushing to the topmost step, remembering his words. The way he calmed you down from your embarrassment, seeming without concern for his own body. It was… sweet. “Men usually don’t like me, Jess. I’m too… soft.” 

“Okay, girl, whatever,” you were pretty sure she rolled her eyes. “Unless you’re going to be another one of his fuck toys, just ignore him.”  

“How?”

Her stare trained on the floors lapsed. Thirty and she was still going. “If you don’t want him, just fire him. What’s going to do? Come find you?” 

You stopped for the entirety of five… or ten seconds. Enough to consider her words. Enough to quite literally get plop off the stair stepper and onto the cold floor. Jess exhaled a stale breath, reaching over to jam the STOP button on your machine. Ow.

“Good job.” 

Miguel likes to tutor you. Not because you’re good at Spanish, no, for a girl that grew up with a Spanish mother, your skills are quite poor. But he likes the opportunity to have you in a room all by yourself, late at night. Wednesdays are great days for that. 

Your soft buttercup yellow dress is short today, exposing your thick thighs that take up so much of the chair. He pretends that he’s listening as you go over a list of irregular verbs, your lip pouting in response to the irregular verbs. Some were simple in their familiarity like poder with endings such as pudiste; but the plurals and other irregular verbs, you pouted at. It was cute. 

“Miggy, it’s not funny, ” Oh, nicknames now. Miguel throws a glance at your glossy lips, undoubtedly sticky but oh so soft looking. 

“I never said it was.” 

“You’re smirking.” 

“Then don’t whine,” he said. “It’s cute.” 

“Oh--” As to be expected, you shifted your hands between your legs, drawing your skirt in between your legs. He faltered and took a glance, coasting his eye over its edges and memorizing the way it fell over your skin. You’ll ruin her, he remembers Jess saying. She wasn’t wrong, he sensed the bit of it now, how close you sat-- 

“Take a break, princesa. Vocabulary-- ascendencia.” 

Rather than take a break, you turned and caught the corner of his lips in what was a terrible, cherry-red kiss that would stain his skin. But the connection of your lips, puckered in a pouting kiss on his skin, caught him off guard. 

“Descent,” you took his red pen out of his loose grip, scribbling descent by the word. Fuck. Miguel took a sip of now cold coffee. A smile kept pulling at his cheeks, looking out of the window and catching the slight reflection of your lipstick smeared across his lip and cheek, he bobs his head into a nod.

“Correcto.” 

You’re with Peter the first time you see Miguel with another woman. 

It’s at lunch. Tuesdays and Thursdays are regularly spent running to the College of Arts, waiting for Peter to get out, and a picnic. Today, you forgot to bring lunch, running off to the union hand wrapped around his elbow as he talked to you about a bright new camera lens filter.

“These new pictures are going to come out perfect! Thanks for lending me the money,” he beamed. You loved the way he talked about his art-- stopping to show you his newest pictures of the camera that hung around his neck. Peter was always good with a camera, catching you in all the prettiest angles in your trade of photos for… sponsoring a lens or whatever. Or, at least, bringing down the cost. “Look at this one. Look how pretty you look in that dress, kinda like a pin-up! We should do some’a those next.” 

Feet thumping over the pavement, you failed to sense Miguel's presence until you smelled his peppery cologne carried on the air. There, on a bench, he sat next to a girl. She was pretty, with long dark hair and soft skin. Her hand was on his thigh and his arm around her shoulder, eating the last bit of a flaky empanada-- your eyes burned, the closeness of her head on his shoulder, clearly done and finished, waiting for whatever next plan he had. You don’t want to know what that could be.

“Huh? Oh. hi Miguel!” Peter waved to your dismay. You held onto him a little tighter, wringing circles around his sleeve. Miguel spares you two a glance, his eyebrows pushing together. But he waves, lazy and short. You stifle the hot prick of tears at the corner of your eyes and yank Peter away. “Wha-- I’m coming, I’m coming!"

Days later, Peter has a plan.

“I’ve got it-- the solution to your tea guy problem! You should have told me sooner that it was Miguel.” 

Peter was very excited. Why, you weren’t sure. He liked to feel helpful. That’s why he was a photographer. Photography lets others feel beautiful and seen. He picked at your lunch, his head flopped on your thigh as he worked through his camera. 

“I’ll be your boyfriend!”

“You want to be my boyfriend?” you offered him a grape. He opened his mouth with an adorable ‘ah’ of his his lips. You slipped the grape between his lips. He chewed appreciatively. “I don’t know, Peter. Isn’t it lying?” 

“C’mon, I know Miguel. He’s macho. The kind of guy you have to make jealous. And I can do it! I’m boyfriend material. Aren’t I?”

“Sí. But I don’t think I can make him jealous.” 

It was a sunshiney day, sprawled out at lunch on a cool picnic blanket, tracing the clouds when you heard his voice. Soft, smooth, inviting. Your head spun around, this time with a lean blonde-haired girl-- her legs were long, tummy nice and flat, blue eyes shining like little sapphires set in her pale face. She swooned on his arm. The perfect sorority princess. What if he called her princesa, too?

“--close lab with me--” 

“I can do it myself.” 

Miguel’s eyes caught yours, raising his hand lazily to greet you as he walked down the sidewalk, undoubtedly back to his genetics lab on the other side of campus. Over where brilliant boys and girls and theys were, rushing through accelerated scientific programs while you figured out how to fix broken artifacts. He lived in another impossible world. A realm far away from Peter and you: photography and the maintenance of culture and art.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Peter's eyes were glossy with concern. “It’s okay. We don’t have to-- did I say something wrong?” 

You shook your head. Peter sat up, his eyes bounced up-- from Miguel over his shoulder to your sudden sad eyes. Peter set his hand on your cheek, the fibers of his soft pink cardigan tickling your jaw. Your eyes tore from Miguel, whose pace became sluggish as if steps along took immense effort. Peter’s nose bumped against yours, clumsy and oh so Peterish-- his hand on the middle of your back, his warm but cracked lips swallowing the gasp that tumbled from your lips. He tasted of sweet fruit, the sloppy lunch you shared, and a silly comfort. 

He watching? Peter murmured against your lips. 

You nearly forgot to return the kiss, captured in the way Miguel stared-- something in his warm brown eyes was almost wounded. Peter shoved you onto the picnic blanket, a soft sorry murmured under his breath as his thin frame fell between your legs. Miguel stomped away, his bumbling blonde rushing to keep up. 

“Oh yeah,” Peter rolled over onto his back, crossing his legs one over another. You watched Miguel stomp past the tall hedges, out of your line of sight. “He’s gonna be mad at you.” 

“Peter!” 

Miguel was still in a bad mood hours later. 

“¡Qué surpresa!” he murmured, offering you your paper blotted with red circles. “You did remarkably shit on this test. Do you focus on anything? Or just Peter?” 

“Perdona me.” Your focus was shot with his consistent presence in your life. Not that he could appreciate that. 

“How long are you going to keep wasting my time?” 

“Are you talking about the Spanish or--”

Miguel set the red pen down, a sharp slam snapping the pen under his force. The fragile plastic snapped into shards of plastic. He flicked it away, paper and pen both, his large hand flexing in and out of a closed fist. You traced the tracks of his veins along his forearm.

“Are you mad that I kissed you?” 

“Stop.”

“Or are you angry that Peter did?” 

 “Don’t touch me.” 

Though he said that, you didn’t listen. You slid out of the chair and in between his spread legs, your hands trailing his handsome jawline. He jerked back when your lips caught his, the legs of his chair hitting the wall. Though he said no, his mouth opened to your kiss, and his palms flushed against your soft cheeks. You pinned him between your body and the wall-- and though you were sure he’d quickly whirl you off if he really wanted to, he didn’t. His tongue pushed into your mouth, owning yours. His hands skimmed your back, trailing lower and lower down your deep red dress until he connected with your ass. 

“You need to stop.” Miguel broke from his kiss. Though he said that, he brought you onto his lap. You felt little in his large arms, his hands guiding your hips over his crotch. “Before I do something you’ll regret.”

You listened to the sounds of the library’s floor. The scrunch of take out into the trash, the sing of a door opening and closing. It was dinner time. Most everyone had gone to get their snacks— and here you were, looking down at Miguel with rapt eyes. 

“Peter is just a friend.” 

“A friend who happens to jam his tongue down your throat,” he turned the word over on his tongue and found offense in it. “Now why do I doubt that?” 

“He only wanted to help.”

“By kissing you?” 

Your fingers trailed his jaw, dipping back down for another kiss if only to say you could. That Miguel couldn’t tell you what to do. A sound of frustration ripped up his throat. You felt him, his dick twitching to life behind those sweatpants. He felt big. You bit your lower lip— a movement that didn’t escape his attentive eyes. 

“By making you as jealous,” You slid off his lap and onto the dirty floor. But as you lifted a hand, cupping his dick through the heavy fabric, he couldn’t bear to stop you. 

His lips pulled in a wicked grin, your soft palm stroking along his length. He hooked his thumbs into his sweats, yanking them down over his knees and onto the floor. His cock kissed his belly, straining with droplets of moisture at the tip. Miguel set his hand on your shoulder and forced you to heel on the floor. His temperament evened out. “You were jealous.” 

“Yes--” you murmured. “Are.. those girls, are they special?” 

“Special? No, none of them are.” 

“I want to be.” 

“That so?” Your soft hands trailed along the dark hair on his calves, up his thighs, settling your nose where his muscular hand tightened around the root. He wrenched his swarthy hand along his length, drawing along his veiny cock shamelessly. "Let's see how much you do, princesa."

“Please.”

“Aquí se habla español.” Miguel teased. Your fingers dipped down, small tickles of your fingertips as his heavy balls. He watched you massage them with half-lidded eyes, his lips pursing in a pleased hum. 

“Por favor.” 

“Abre,” you did, sliding your soft mouth open, a well of saliva on your tongue. Miguel slid himself into your warm mouth, a ruptured groan fizzing in his chest. You didn’t want to be too loud— someone might look into the small window on the door, and see you on your knees between Miguel’s thick legs, sucking his cock down when you should be going over that test you just failed. 

You caught the salty beads at Miguel’s top on your tongue, sliding sloppily around his thick head, and lapping at his slit for more. Your soft hands stroked along his length, clumsy and shy. He hummed in approval, a sound you were more than thankful to elicit. Miguel took a fist full of your hair and drove himself into your mouth, your tongue stroking the underside of his length. 

“Pero mira esto,” Miguel wrenched his head in your hair, grabbing handfuls of it in his palm. “You can focus on something. Sucking my dick.”

Even if you wanted to look up, Miguel drove your head down onto his dick, the dark, trimmed tuft of his pubic hair tickling your nose. He drew his hips back. You nearly pulled off him, if not for his hand assuring that you wouldn’t move off of it. Drool coursed down from your lips, soaking your chin and neck, connecting to his cock as if it were a spiderweb. Your cheeks flushed with blood— you must have looked a mess. 

“Coño," Miguel tutted with his tongue, grasping his phone. Your lips pursed around his tip, eyes flickering up to catch the lens of his phone camera on your ruined face. A picture or a video, you weren’t entirely sure. Only that it sent thumps of pleasure down your core to know he wanted to record it, keep it close. You suckled along his sensitive head, working his moans free. He set his phone aside. 

Miguel stood and dragged your head along with him to pin you between the ledge of the desk space and his wonderful hips. His hands slipped behind your head, keeping you still and steady, driving himself deep into your mouth. Past your tongue, down your throat, it felt like he hit parts of you that you could only dream of. You struggled with his size, choking the urge to swallow him when he forced you to hold him there. As if your throat was just a hole for his pleasure. Your sad attempt to suckle him down was tempered by the rocking of his hips, his needy face fucking. Your eyes screwed shut, bits of color dancing behind your eyes, the easiest way to deal with this was to focus— on the way he tasted, the scent of his fresh body wash, the light judder of his hips as he came close. 

"Hah-- ay, qué rico," his nails scraped the back of your neck, sloppy and undefined thrusts filling your throat. He spurts thick ropes of his cum down your throat and mouth, withdrawing to jerk the last bursts of his cum over your lips. Miguel’s breath fell from his lips in heavy gulps, meeting yours down on your aching knees. Strings of coughed-up cum connected your sodden lips to his cock, globs of his seed slipping between your breasts. You ached. 

“Tate quieta.” 

You don’t know where you’d go, your palms catching yourself on the floor. He snapped another photo, humming appreciatively. Miguel reached into his gym bag, pulling a sweaty shirt free. Your fingers dipped into his warm cum that spattered across your warm chest, drawing it to your lips. He tasted salty, tangy, and just right.

"You look so-- so beautiful, princesa, just perfect," Miguel bent down, wiping the rest of his mess from your chest and face, gently stroking away all evidence of your face fucking before cleaning his cock and tucking himself away into his sweatpants. He chucked the t-shirt back into his bag, glazing his eyes over your hazy, exhausted eyes. He crouched down. 

“Rule one, I never share my women,” he settled his knuckle under your chin, urging you to look him in the eyes. Something told him you wouldn't be as easy as the others, but for some reason, he shrugged the thought aside. “As long as I'm fucking you, you date no one but me. If I find out you are, we're done. Am I clear?”

He was a walking red flag. But for once, in your good girl life, you wanted that. You wanted to fuck in the library-- against the genetics building late at night-- to kiss him during a sunny picnic. More than you wanted a lot of things. His eyes went soft with your answer. 

“Claro que sí, Miggy.”

He loves it when he gets what he wants.

[the-californicationist]

Picking Flowers

@pricesugarwife left this amazing comment on one of my posts and i couldn't get it out of my head...

pricesugarwife: Nos complaces con un smut Hades!Price x Persefone!Reader??? *se arrodilla*

te amo griss!! espero que te guste esta historia que escribí para ti, nena. 🩷🩷

TW: rape/non-con/cnc elements, loss of virginity, corruption, very bad greek mythology knowledge (sorry, it's just make believe okay jeez)

In a grove in Hellas, long, long ago… 

Before you opened your eyes, you already knew what you would see. Slowly, as sleep fell away from you, like the warmth of a blanket being pulled away from your body, a heavy darkness giving way to light, you could see a warm, egg yolk glow behind your eyelids. The sun had cut a path through your windowpane, and now it cast itself like a spell, masking its burn over your face. When you opened your eyes, you would squint through your lashes, looking up through the green mottled leaves, neon, blinding, of the twisted yew outside of your window. You could smell your mother’s bread baking in her old dutch oven, hints of oregano and pepper wafting through your room, bringing the warmth of the hearth with them. You could almost taste the crispy crust, roasted to perfection, protecting the soft, textured middle. 

Finally, you peeked between your lashes, and before you, your self-made dream came true. The sun filtered in through your glass a little less bright than what you had imagined, but the greens were there, and they reminded you that today was your favorite day: the arrival of Spring. 

“Sephie! Are you awake?”

Your mother’s sing-song voice fluttered down the hall and tucked itself through the crack of your bedroom door. She always knew when you woke up, and although you’d never questioned it, you had to admit it was uncanny. You chalked it up to the wonders of motherhood. She seemed to know every other thing about you, so why question it?

“Yes, Mom. Coming!” You called back, your own voice a little stronger, a little less like a delicate lark, a little more like a robin. 

You were very much a late bloomer, still living with your mother at almost twenty years of age, especially when most of the girls in your village had suitors or proposals by sixteen. But, you didn’t let it bother you. As your mother was ready to remind you, the thread of your life was your own, and you would follow its path until the end, whether you wanted to or not. If Lachesis had measured your life out to be this way, then that was that. Why question it?

You pulled on your robes, woven on your family loom of the finest silk threads. You had begged your mom to add a tight spiral of cyclamen along the hem, the flowers so familiar, their pink heads watching you as you followed your daily path to the river. So, she had insisted that you try. You were well enough a woman now, and more than skilled enough to craft your own clothes. And you had; it had been easier than you thought, and you added a few glass beads in that same heart-shaped petal to the tips of the cord of your belt. 

You owned no looking glass, but you never noticed its absence. There was so much more to do than to stare at something you couldn’t change. Focus on what you can do, your mother’s voice haunted your mind, not on what is already done. Besides, your mother insisted that you were beautiful, so why question it?

“Here, my darling,” your mom tapped you under your chin, handing you a cloth satchel full of bread, fruit, seeds, and dried meats, “Before you go to the river, please check on the well. It should have clear water for you to fill this skin. Fill it again on your way home. Don’t forget.”

“I won’t, Momma. I promise.”

“That’s my good girl.”

You were out of the door and heading down the hill to the well before you knew it, the feel of the soft grass comforting your heels, cold and damp from the morning dew. The village below you was coming alive, its people tending to their new lambs, planting seeds in the black, fertile soil, carrying buckets of water to and from the olive groves, pruning the dead branches away from the new growth on each branch. Their bustle and laughter as they worked together made you long to live in town. But, your mother had insisted that the town and its people would just be a distraction, and you’d never experienced such a thing; why question it?

When you approached the well, you were alone. You let your hands trace their way along the rough, grey stones, feeling the familiar edge, reaching for the thick rope to pull up the bucket. The worn hemp gave way, and the echo of the old wooden bucket hitting the sides of the well rang out like shrouded bells. You reached for the handle of the bucket, pulling it up to the rim, carefully filling your waterskin, making sure not to waste a drop. You used the rest to wash your face and hands, letting the cool water soak into your cheeks, adding moisture back to your body after a long sleep. 

Suddenly, your eyes darted up to the treeline just beyond the well’s clearing. You thought you saw a shadow that stretched just a little too long, shaped just a little too wrong… but when you studied the dark spaces between the trunks, there was nothing but lush overgrowth. You packed your waterskin and tossed the bucket back into the water; you were eager to get down to the river. The light always played tricks on you in this glade, so why question it?

You walked quite a ways through the valley, using your fingers and the softness of your touch to coax the flowers to bloom and grow as you let your hand fondle its way through the tall grass. When you reached your river, you savored the sight. The way that it curved into a deep ox bow was your favorite thing. It was as if the river had carved out a small, circular stage just for you. In it, you worked on your crafts, practicing growing buds from seeds, trees from roots, ivy from the palm of your hand. Then, you sent it out, down the river towards town, making sure the village was well-shaded, well-fed, and well-protected from the elements. 

It was hard work, and you always slept after a long afternoon of using your magic, but your mother always said that no one else would be able to do a better job than you, so you kept at it, and it was the one thing you never questioned. 

This time, when you woke up from your nap, you knew you weren’t alone. As you sat up, you looked around, thinking that a striped kri-kri or a golden jackal would be nibbling at the food in your pack. But, sitting with his legs crossed, was a man dressed only in a dark blue chilton, the shoulder of which hung loosely around his waist as if he were a farmer who had been toiling in the field. He was no farmer. Not with those inhuman eyes of ice fire, pale and bright, glowing although the sun was at his back. His body was that of a giant, muscle-bound and heavy, full of power just rippling beneath the surface. He reminded you of the well. How deep did his strength flow? His beard and chest were furry but well-groomed, just like that of a nobleman. 

You greeted him, apologizing for your slumber,

“Good day, sir. Forgive my sleeping. I was just tending to my flowers, and I must have dozed off.”

“No trouble,” his smile came to him easily, and you enjoyed it, basking in it, “I enjoy watching you work. It is a gift to see it up close.”

He reached out his hand and plucked one of your most vibrant hyacinths from its stem, cradling your art in his huge hands. 

“Beautiful,” he purred, speaking of the flower but looking at you. 

“Thank you, sir. Can I offer you some bread or fruit from my pack? I carried clean water from the well this morning.”

“How generous you are,” his smile showed his straight, large teeth this time, and he tucked your own flower behind your ear, letting the delicate petals tickle your sensitive flesh.

You prepared a small piece of bread for him, decorating it with nuts and juicy lobes of fruit that you had carefully peeled with your hands, tearing off a piece of dried meat for him to try as well. You ate with him in companionable silence, watching him as he chewed. Whereas the kri-kri would have greedily gobbled up the bread from your palm, this man seemed unsurprised by it. What was a delicacy for some of Gaia’s creatures was a mere appetizer for others. But, it may be that he had much finer fare at home, so why question it?

“Do you live near to this glade, sir?” You asked, hoping to learn more about your handsome stranger. 

His hands peeled the delicate pith from the citrus lobe you had given him, expertly trimming it as if he had done it for a thousand mornings, knowing exactly how hard or easy he needed to pull the flesh for it to yield, feeding it into his mouth in a wet, juicy bite, letting the sweet nectar soak into his beard and become sticky. 

He chewed slowly, eyeing you carefully as he did, seemingly in no rush to answer your question. So, you tacked on another one, impatiently, 

“What should I call you?”

“I have been called many names,” he spoke, looking down at his hands, staring at his open palms as if to divine some sort of future before his eyes shot back to yours, pinning you where you sat.

“Hm,” you smiled, inching closer, pretending to get a better look at him, studying him like a statue at a temple, “You do not look like an Akakios, nor an Eirenaios…”

“No,” he chuckled, his laugh rolling like a volcanic crag inside of his throat, “I should think not.”

“I cannot imagine naming you Melanthios, though it fits your face,” you giggled.

“I’m not sure I appreciate that, little petal.”

His laugh was still jovial, so you pushed him further, 

“Perhaps Kleisthenes. Your strength is apparent, as is your status. Surely, that must fit you.”

You leaned back, biting off another chunk of bread, saving the crust for last, satisfied with your naming ritual.

He shook his head, 

“I’ll give you a hint. It’s very brief, or at least much less trouble than Kleisthenes.”

“Bion, then.”

“Mm,” he frowned a bit at the edges of his smile, “Quite the opposite in essence, I’m afraid.”

“Perhaps you are a foreigner. One of Troy, or Rome, even? Something brief, like John.”

“I am foreign enough to this land, so I suppose John is close enough,” he sighed, allowing you to finally take your win. 

You hadn’t realized how close you had drawn yourself into him. You were now near enough to smell the oils on his skin: laurel, salt, and something akin to tarnished silver. His hand reached out to touch the curls of your hair, carefully braided by your mother, entwined with small flowers and ivy stems to keep it off of your neck. But, after your nap, one lock had escaped and was now being delicately twirled in this man’s immense fingers. 

“And what should I call you, little flower? Marjoram is too serious for you. Iris, not serious enough.”

“Persephone,” you offered, unwilling to force him to endure the same naming torture you had just gone through. 

“Ah!” He gasped, leaning toward your face as if seeing you for the first time, “Persephone.”

Then, before you could even know what was happening to you, your lips were tasting his. He was cradling you in his arms, holding your limp body against his bare chest, the gold of his necklaces and armbands warm from his body heat as they pressed into your skin. He was kissing you, moving his mouth against yours, forcing your jaw to yield to him, to take his tongue into the hollow of your cheeks, to suck the citrus juice from it, the memory of his food still fresh on the muscle. 

You had never been kissed before, even though you had practiced on two of your fingers held tightly together, watching lovers sneak up to the well on hot days of work to do to each other what you longed for someone to do to you. It was so much more satisfying to feel another’s lips move against your own, nothing like the static, chaste practice you’d tried to mimic. 

Only now, after you were left gasping, feeling his hands wander along the edges of your chilton, his fingers beginning to dig into the loose gaps in the fabric, did you question whether you should be kissing this man or not. But, it felt too good to stop. 

John, or whoever he was, pulled away for a moment, and his eyes seemed to study your mouth, inspecting your plump, swollen lips as if something was wrong. You wrapped your hands around his neck to steady yourself, and he lay you back, letting your head be supported by the plush grasses beneath you. He spoke to you in a hushed whisper, even though no one was around for miles, 

“I have been watching you, Persephone. I see you growing your lush gardens, creating a world full of life, all for me to take. And I come back every autumn, when the sun is shy and the sky is dark, just to inspect all of the gifts you have given me,” he kissed you again, his hand finally snaking its way under the shoulder of your robes, peeling it down slowly to reveal your full breasts to the open air, “And I eat them up. All of them, and I take them home. I’ve been keeping them for you. All of your treasures from years past. They’re still there for you to see.”

Then, before you could ask him what he meant, his mouth latched onto the dark nipple of your breast, suckling at it like a babe. And then, very much not like a babe. Like something else. Like a wolf digging the marrow from a bone. Like an otter clawing at a clam, slurping up the tender meat inside. 

And then, he stopped. He sat up, holding you by the shoulders and helping you sit up with him, fixing your top so that you were covered again, dizzy and reeling from his attention, the wet skin of your aching nipples sticking to the silk fabric of your gown. 

“Sir, I…”

“Come with me, love,” he held out his hand, “Don’t you want to meet your old friends?”

You didn’t know what to say, but he seemed so friendly. There was a dark, twisted piece of wort inside of you, growing and twining itself around your belly that made you want to see if he might put his mouth on you again. It had been so lovely… Besides, you very much missed your old creations. You remembered hundreds and hundreds of seasons of creations you had made, trees and plants, fruits and flowers. It would be wonderful to be reminded of all of the things you had brought into the world. If he had kept them for you, it may even be rude to refuse his hospitality. He seemed so sure, so why question it?

So, you took his hand, and he led you through the earth, ripping at the dirt like a heavy veil, marching down into the darkness, leading you step after step down a winding, rocky staircase. Above your head, you saw the last bit of a ruby-colored sun, setting in the distance, illuminating the ceiling of roots and fungus that hung above you as you delved further into his depths. 

Then, your heart skipped a beat. You saw your river again, her wine-dark waters now black, curling in that same ox bow pattern, cutting the land in half. On one bank, the souls of the living waited to be ferried across, and on the other, fields and fields of your own flowers, frozen in time, neither growing nor dead, shrouded in darkness in the grey soil of the Underworld. 

He led you onward, towards his blue, gleaming castle, all of its walls made of shining glass, distorting the world outside, and concealing the one within. You marveled at the wide door, its ebon gate the only iron you could see, and all of the castle guards were the dead. Their lifeless eyes gray and cloudy, set inside of gaunt, bony faces, unseeing, unfeeling. You did not fear them, even though you were sure you were meant to. You knew them. You had made the food that fed them while they were alive. You had grown the trees and bushes that had sheltered them when they lay beneath your boughs, exhausted from their labor or their warfare. Who was afraid of an old friend?

Then, you watched your companion climb the long stair up to the throne of Hades, for that is who he was after all, and he sat on its plush seat, motioning for you to sit in an equally-crafted chair beside him. There was no difference between the two thrones. His was not higher, nor was it more elaborate. So, you sat, waiting to see what Hades wanted to show you. 

A delightful processional began, and you spotted some of your first flowers being brought to you on pedestals and pillows, you ooh’d and ahh’d at them, sharing stories and listening to Hades tell you all of his tales of how he brought them here to keep. How he’d waited so long for you to come and join him here, to rule in the Underworld beside him as its queen. 

“What do you think, love? My people are desperate for more of your creations. You are the only one who reminds them of home. They see your trees and your flowers, your fish and your fruits, and their souls finally know peace. Be my queen, rule beside me, help me put these souls to rest here in Elysium.”

“I am still a maid, sir,” you told him, “My mother is the one who would make that choice for me.”

He looked at you confused,

“You are a goddess most powerful. There is no one who can make choices for you. Even I am no match for your magic. I cannot bloom these fields.”

“When I return home, I will consult her wisdom, and she will help us marry.”

“Very well,” he sighed, “Perhaps you will at least allow me to show you the same hospitality as you have shown me. There is a feast that awaits you in my chambers. Will you join me, petal?”

You had no excuse. How could you refuse him the same thing you had provided. After dinner, you would return home and tell your mother about this handsome suitor.

You followed him from the throne room and entered his chambers, sitting on a wide lounge where platters of meat and fruit and honey in wide bowls waited for you to dig into them. You did not shy away now that you were in the comfort of his rooms, letting Hades sit beside you, as close as he could, feeding you berries and sweetmeats from his hands, dipping his fingers into your lips and letting you suck them clean, laughing and joking with you. 

He had done a poor job of tying your robe back onto your shoulder, and it kept falling down. Finally, when you were about to adjust it again, he stopped you, pulling it down even further to hang with the cord of your belt, letting your breasts hang free upon your ribs, heavy and full, sensitive from his earlier ministrations. 

“C’mere, love. Lay back and let me feed you. You must be so tired from your work today,” he murmured in your ear, allowing you to lay your back across his chest, his legs spread wide to allow you to sit between them.

You did as he bade, letting him feed you grapes dipped in honey, delicious fish and mussels, crab and octopus still cold and fresh. He ate, too, feeding you sometimes from his own mouth, bending to kiss you with sweet bites between his teeth. 

Then, when you had both had your fill, he used his hands to rub your sore muscles, easing the tension in your neck, down your shoulders, and then finally, he stopped,

“Alright, love. We should bring you back to Demeter. I’m sure she is waiting.”

“No,” you protested, ignoring the fact that he knew your mother’s name, “I mean… I thought we could stay a bit longer. I’m so full; a journey would be too arduous right now.”

“Oh?” He returned to petting you, letting his hands trace just outside of your breasts, fingers skating through your underarms and then up along the thin skin of your neck, “How should we occupy our time, my love?”

“Just… like this,” you let your hands wander to his strong thighs, massaging down his knees and calves, admiring the muscles there. 

“If that’s what you want, my love, then you shall have it. All that you want shall be yours,” his tone was dark in a way you had never heard from another person, but you felt so good, so why question it?

His hands were callused and warm as they covered your sensitive breasts, plucking at your nipples like the petals of one of your flowers, and you mewled from the pleasure, asking him for more and more and more.

Then, you felt his mouth on your neck, sucking and licking you, reminding you of how it felt when his mouth was on your tits, making your flesh tingle like the crackle of lighting, like the cold of the first swim of the season. 

So, you turned towards him, spreading your legs on either side of his hips, sitting proudly in his lap, hoping he would return his mouth to where it was needed. And he did. It was as if he read your mind, knowing you wanted him to suck and suck and suck against the softness of your skin, to use his tongue to press into the nub of your nipple, over and over until you felt your legs begin to shake as if you were shivering from the cold. 

“My pretty flower, it feels like you need something else, hm? What would you like? I will give you Olympus if you ask me for it.”

You weren’t sure what to ask for. When a flower asks to be picked, growing symmetrical and soft as it does, what does it know about the plucking? Only picked flowers know what they’re really asking for, don’t they?

“I don’t know… I just… I need…” You tried to make sense of your body’s wishes, and why you were rocking your hips back and forth, why you needed to feel something between your thighs. 

Hades’ smile widened, that dark beard pressed out of the way of his full mouth as it turned up into a grin, 

“How about this, hm?” 

He fumbled with your robes and his, and then you felt yourself sigh with relief when he placed some part of him between your legs, giving you something to rub against through your softest petals, wet with excitement and desire. You both sighed, and you could feel the heat of him as you rocked back and forth. It felt like his wrist, but then again, it didn’t. It was wide enough, but at the end, instead of a hand, it was the fleshy edge of another tongue, perhaps. Something that was licking your hole every time you passed over it. 

Eventually, everything was wet beneath you. His robes, your robes, his body, your body… it was a sticky, dripping mess. You had lost your breath, your heart beating out of your chest, your mind sparkling like a fire and then going blank like you had drank too much wine. Over and over, you felt everything and then nothing. It may have been hours, but you couldn’t tell. He didn’t seem like he was in a rush to be finished with your game, so you didn’t question it. 

“More, still?” He finally asked, kissing you on the mouth sweetly, sucking on the tip of your lolling tongue, “My greedy little flower…”

You weren’t sure what more there was. But, he showed you. This time, when you rocked back, he used his hand to notch himself at your hole, and if you pushed forward, you would have to press yourself onto him, to take him inside of yourself somehow. It was the same way you had used your fingers inside yourself to play in your bed or in your glade by the river, just touching yourself for the comfort of it. 

But, this was different. This was not comfort, it was magic. It felt like old magic, something from the world as it was before. And yet, he had promised you whatever you wanted, so you didn’t question it. 

As you slipped yourself over his fleshy knob, you experimented with your movements, rolling your hips back and forth, seeing how it felt to push him deeper and deeper inside of you, stopping when you felt like you were being stretched open. Then, you tried circles, turning your hips around and around as you sat in his lap, feeling him slipping deeper and deeper inside of you as you found your rhythm. 

He was busying himself with kissing you, or suckling from your nipples, but you could tell he was enjoying himself as much as you were. His grunting was that of a rutting deer, hoarse and loud. Finally, he reached some sort of limit, and he grabbed you, changing places, pressing you beneath him on the lounge, nearly ripping off your robes and his own, making you naked in front of him. 

Then, you saw what you had been using for your pleasure. His phallus stood tall and strong against his belly, ruddy and throbbing, shining with your wet nectar. You had never seen one up close, and when you cradled it in your hands, it felt alive, like it was separate from him even though its thick root was buried deep inside his body. 

Hades’ eyes glowed bright blue, his own magicks coursing within him, and he told you,

“Open your legs.”

So, you obeyed, entranced by his power and the feeling you were experiencing, weightless and floating in your own mind. He fed himself into you, as deep as you had gone and then deeper, not stopping when you hissed in a breath from the feeling of your muscles stretching beyond the point of comfort, delving far enough to cause pain. 

“Ahh!” You cried out, but he shushed you with his mouth, kissing you again and again, distracting you from the discomfort of his invasion. 

“That’s my good girl…” He praised you, just as your mother always did, for a job well-done or a chore checked off the list. 

But, you didn’t feel like you were doing a chore. In fact, you felt like you were watching him do one for you. His thrusting was violent and repetitive, his huge rod pounding into you with every snap of his hips, grinding his tip inside of you deeper and deeper. As you moved past the pain and back into a throbbing sort of pleasure, he looked as if he was taking your pain away from you in this ritual. His face was set in a grimace, his eyes ferocious and snarling, his voice growling and letting out only deep, throaty whines. 

So, you did what he had done for you. You kissed his furry chest and latched onto his soft nipple, listening to him cry out with a sudden shout. 

“Love, I can’t… ”

You didn’t know how to help him, so you kept sucking and sucking, hoping you would bring him the pleasure that you felt, that you might ease his pain. 

But, he grabbed your face in his huge hands, pulling you away from his chest, squeezing your cheeks to make your lips press into a helpless sort of pout. 

He growled down at you like a wounded animal,

“So beautiful. My queen. My perfect little flower.”

Then, you felt your body tumble into another one of your hypnotic phases; your muscles clenching, your toes curling, your breath neither coming in nor rushing out, helpless to your own reaction. 

“Unghff-fuck… that’s it. Persephone…” He looked at you with those eyes, the eyes of some unearthly being, the bright icy glow keeping you in that cyclone of pleasure, thrashing you with it over and over, making you feel a wet gush between your legs, warm and slick. 

He released your face and leaned backwards, peering down at your body from his kneeling position, letting you watch how he was pistoning inside of you, pressing himself through you and filling you up. He watched himself for a moment, staring down at where you were joined, and then he sank himself all the way in and tossed back his head with a bellowing shout.

You felt his prick writhing inside of you, pulsing and throbbing. You waited, panting with him, watching him wipe the sweat from his brow. He pulled himself out slowly, and lay it on your belly, letting you see the last of his seed drooled from his tip. There was blood on your skin when he pulled away, and as much as you tried to wipe it away, it stained.

Hades carried you to his bed, wrapping you in his dark blue silk sheets, cradling you in his arms until you both drifted off to sleep. 

You awoke to the sound of a woman crying. A voice calling your name. But, you were so tired, you must have been dreaming, so you didn’t question it. 

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[pablitogavii]

so i have an idea, if u like it it will be really nice to write something about it :))

so, the reader and gavi are on vacation with their friend, at night they are supposed to go out but the reader is hurt/sore because they visited the city and walked a lot, at night she says to gavi that she won’t go out, he tells her that he’ll stay home with her but she tries to convince him to go out, at the end they stay both at home because he is a lil Stubborn and it ends with them cuddling and gavi taking care of her

His Baby

"Ughh!" you said while plopping yourself down on the bed in exhaustion after spending the whole day cruising the city with Pablo and his friends.

"It was beautiful, wasn't it amor??" Pablo sat next to you smiling wide and you nodded your head although your feet had quite a different opinion at the moment.

It was definitely your fault since you choose beauty over comfort yet again and ended up wearing sandals that were definitely not made for walking all day at max speed. You had so many blisters that it hurt just looking at them. Mierda!

The next day, you woke up with Pablo kissing down your spine and sun caressing your face having finally re-charged your battery from last night.

"Breakfast is ready preciosa..we are waiting for you" he smiled kissing you one last time before leaving and you smiled thinking to yourself what a paradise you were living in right now.

Just when you were ready to start your day and get out of bed, the moment your feet hit the carpet the pain and soreness returned..yeah today will have to be a rest day for you.

Luckily the boys wanted to do a boat day which didn't require much movement and you were very happy that Aurora joined the party as well..you started to feel lonely as the only girl.

"And she just won't give it up! My god!" Aurora was telling you about some incident at the bar in Mallorca when Pablo interrupted kissing your back and making you giggle as the cold water hit your hot skin.

"Sorry to interrupt girls, but I just came to tell my girl that tonight we are going out to some new club in town..there will be live music and definitely lots of fun" he said and your initial thought was to smile but then you remembered your feet and the overall pain you felt.

You didn't want to ruin his mood so you decided to tell him when you were alone that you will have to pass on the plans tonight.

When the night fell and y'all returned to the apartment, Pablo went to take a shower dressing himself up before walking into your shared bedroom surprised to see you in your pajamas.

"Amor? Aren't you gonna get ready??" he said and you sighed getting up from the bed and walking up to him.

"My feet are still killing me from last night..those damn sandals ruined me..so I will stay in tonight but you go and have fun with your friends cariño" you said and he immediately shook his head. You knew how stubborn her gets.

"No way! Then I'll stay with you preciosa and they can go." he said about to take his shirt off but you stopped him.

"You wanted to go and you should go Pablo..I'll just watch a movie here and sleep early to rest my feet for tomorrow.." you said but he still took the shirt off following with his shoes.

"Great, you pick the movie and I'll get the popcorn!" he said and you giggled still not wanting him to stay if he wanted to go with his friends.

"Amor, I don't want to ruin your night.." you said and he walked closer to your raising your chin and making you look up at him.

"You think that having the whole apartment for ourselves is ruining my night princesa?? Think again, I can't wait!" he smirked and your rolled your eyes blushing at his playfulness while hitting his shoulder.

"Chico malo!" you say moving his hair from his forehead and he pulls you by your waist making your body glued to his.

"Solo para ti mi amor..." he smirked kissing your lips when Mario knocked before walking in.

"Uhh sorry to interrupt hermano pero you guys coming or?" he said and Pablo smiled down at you looking at his friend.

"Nah we're gonna stay tonight..but you guys have fun!" Pablo said and Mario nodded wishing you the fun night as well (ofc he would lol) before leaving with the rest.

A few hours later when the movie was long time done, you were curled up in Pablo's arms on the sofa while he ran his fingers up and down your back like he knew you loved kissing the top of your head every once in awhile...you couldn't think of a better way to spend your night. Your feet felt relaxed and soreness was slowly diminishing the more you rested.

"Amor, you asleep?" he said and you looked up with sleepy eyes but still wide awake blushing when you saw his adorable smile.

"I just wanted to say that I love you..I love you for coming on this trip with me..and for wanting to go with my friends..and for telling me to go to the club without you..for trusting me..I think I finally found my second half" he spoke and you felt your heart melt with every word that left his lips.

"I love you too cariño...muchisimo..thank you for staying with me" you smile and he leaned down kissing your lips lovingly before carrying you to your shared bedroom bridal style.

"Sempre mi amor..let's get some rest now" he said and you both got closer as you nuzzled your face into his neck taking in his familiar scent before slipping into beautiful sleep.

There will be A LOT more vacation sotries ;)

[luvgavii]

you feel like home - (pg6)

request: hi love! can you write a fix where pablo falls asleep in readers lap and reader runs her fingers through his hair?

summary: your surprise didn't go as planned when a tired pablo comes home from practice.

After finishing your studies for college much earlier than you thought you would, you decided to have a relaxing and productive day. You first did your skincare and had a bubble bath, while enjoying a cup of coffee and scrolling your Instagram. Then, you head out for a walk in the busy streets of Barcelona, the sun and warm spring weather making everyone leave their houses and have breakfast in the aesthetically pleasing cafes and restaurants situated in the busiest streets of the Catalan city.

While on your walk, you had an idea to surprise your boyfriend with his favorite meal when he came home from training, today's training being longer than usually as he had a match tomorrow evening.

You went to the best and also your favorite market in Barcelona, bought the freshest vegetables and fruits, as well as a bouquet of flowers to place in a vase in the middle of the table, making your apartment look even more aesthetic.

Trying your best not to run into paparazzi, but stopping to say hi to fans that came up to you, you made your way back to the apartment you shared with Pablo, starting to prepare his food as soon as you got inside. You turn on the TV to play some movie in the background, sometimes turning your head to it when you heard something interesting.

Halfway done with your food, your phone rang, Gavi calling you on FaceTime.

"Hola cariño, ¿qué estás haciendo?" hi darling, what are you up to? His hair was wet and sticking to his forehead, his eyes tired but he still put a smile on his face when he saw you through the screen on his phone.

"Nada más, solo prepararte algo de comida para cuando llegues a casa." Nothing much, just setting some food up for you by the time you come home. You said trying not to give away you were actually preparing his favorite.

"That sounds good, I should be home in the next 45 minutes, might take a little longer though."

"That's alright, I'll see you when you get back. Te amo." You said blowing him a kiss before hanging up the phone, and resuming the cooking.

An hour later, just as you were done setting up the table, your boyfriend stumbled inside, throwing his training bag on the floor somewhere near the door.

You followed the noise and met him in the living room, where he lovingly welcomed you in his arms, holding you close to him and laying a few kisses on your head.

"I missed you." He said almost whispering.

"I missed you too. I made your favorite food." You looked up at him and nodded your head towards the dining area.

"Thank you, mi cielo. But can we rest a bit before we eat? I'm really tired." His puppy like eyes made it impossible for you to say no to him, besides, the food had to cool anyways.

You sat on the couch while Gavi laid his head on your lap, closing his eyes immediately as one of your hands ran through his brown locks, while your other was holding your phone, scrolling through Instagram and Twitter.

It didn't take long for you to hear the soft snores escaping your boyfriend, giggling at the thought of all the times he would get offended and deny the fact that he snored.

The food definitely cooled down, and you were starting to get sore, but you were determined not to move until he woke up, not wanting to disturb his peaceful sleep. Instead, you admired his features while stroking his cheeks and running your thumb across his soft lips, memorizing every single detail of his face.

[gloomyluvr]

PEACE OF MIND

in which miles needs a break

fem!reader x miles morales

lowk angst

warnings!: atsv spoilers, miles parents are ooc (sorry), written with a spanish speaking reader in mind!

a/n: hi!! i truly just wanted to get this one out of my drafts. honestly this is just a stand in while im writing the requested fics. this one sucks, so so sorry. 

masterlist

y/n slowly made her way through the crowd of people on the roof. they were huddled around rio. her voice echoed through out the roof. 

“excuse me. sorry!” y/n apologized as she made her way to the front of the crowd trying not to squish the pink box in her hands. jeff cut her off, and rio looked around as if searching for someone.

“and to my son!” jeff raised his glass, looking for miles. awkwardly he cleared his throat and said a couple more words before ending his speech. music started playing and y/n walked up to rio.

“¡sra. morales!”. rio turned around and her face lit up. 

“¡ay! hija!” she exclaimed through the music playing. rio hugged y/n and kissed her on the cheek. 

“i brought the cake!” y/n opened the box to show her the cake. 

“oh it’s lovely! jeff, y/n brought the cake!” rio called out for her husband who came up to them. 

“y/n! nice to see you! how’s everything?” jeff also engulfed y/n in a bear hug. 

“hi! congrats, captain! everything’s good schools just kicking my ass.”

“hey! don’t jinx it!” jeff chuckled.

“i hope you like the cake. miles asked me to get it last minute so, sorry if it’s underwhelming.” y/n awkwardly chuckled as jeff took the box from her hands to see the cake.

“miles made you get it last minute? ay ese niño.” rio shook her head. “do you happen to know where he is?” 

“i assumed he was already here?” 

“nope. still hasn’t arrived.” jeff butt in. 

“para ser honesta, he’s been failing on us lately. today we found out he’s been missing classes. ¿lo puedes creer?” jeff rubbed his wives shoulders to help her calm down. just then, miles bumped in to y/n. 

“y/n! hi!” miles hugged y/n. that’s when he noticed who was behind her, his very angry parents. 

“y/n can we talk to miles alone?” jeff sternly asked. y/n nodded and looked at miles mouthing sorry. regardless of how loud the music was, y/n (and literally anyone else) could hear the conversation between miles and his parents. once they themselves were aware that everyone knew what was happening, miles walked away. 

“wait miles! ¡miles espérame!” y/n chased after miles. she followed him into his room. he kicked off his shoes off and tossed his jacket on his bed. the sun coming through his open window created shadows on miles’ face.

“2 months” he scoffed, “i’m spiderman, can’t get grounded” miles sat on his bed, not even looking at his girlfriend. y/n sighed and stood in front of miles. she caressed his face. 

“ya sé. but they don’t know that cariño.” she sighed, “you have to eventually have to tell them, papi.” miles shook his head. 

“nah.”

“miles!”

“not right now. got this new guy on my ass y’know?” miles finally looked up at y/n, “has like weird spots that help him teleport. i literally couldn’t stop him.” he sighed. miles pulled y/n closer to him. he wrapped his arms around her waist and she wrapped her arms around his neck. the couple stayed like that for a while. y/n could feel miles breathing against her.

both wished they could stay in this moment forever. just without the circumstances and difficult conversations.

“your parents are worried about you, love.”

“i know.” miles groaned. y/n was about to say something else but miles cut her off, “not right now, mami. please? i don’t wanna talk about that right now.” miles let go of his grasp on y/n and laid down on his bed. y/n sighed and was about to leave his room but miles cut her off, “stay? i just wanna be with you.” y/n took her shoes off and laid beside him. 

she positioned her leg over miles’ lower body and faced miles. miles shifted on to his side, facing y/n, he nuzzled his face between her neck. y/n knew miles was hurting. she knew she could never understand what miles was going through. and the only people who could he hadn’t seen in over a year. but for now, as they laid in each other arms, she hoped she could bring him some peace of mind.

[lover-222]

Shut Up and Love Me (Pablo Gavi)

...

"NO PABLO! it's done i'm sick and tired of you. you're always a jealous mess and always trying to control me. i can't help it if men look my way. i've told you many fucking times i love you and only you. i don't know why you can't believe me!!" y/n yelled, tears streamed down her face.

"BUT-I I CLEARLY SAW HE WAS FLIRTING WITH YOU AND YOU LET HIM Y/N!! YOURE MY GIRLFRIEND NOT THEIRS. YOU LET THEM FLIRT WITH YOU" gavi said as he furrowed his eyebrows at her.

"look gavi it's done it's fucking over. grow the fuck up, talk to me when you're done being a jealous overprotective asshole" she told him and got out of his car.

_____

at the barça vs atlético madrid game

the game was just 1 month after y/n and gavi's breakup. she was a mess, her eyes were puffy and hair was all over the place. she had been living in one of gavi's hoodies and a pair of sweatpants. although she decided to support the team and she wasn't going to let gavi have the satisfaction.

she was a strong woman, there are plenty of men who could treat her better than he did. another reason was pedri. he truly was like an older brother to her, she wanted to go support him. although he had also gone to her house to basically drag her to go and to motivate her.

"vamos hermana, tú ni le hagas caso al tío. vas a venir por mi y para verme jugar" pedri smiled at her while moving her arms. (c'mon sister, don't even pay attention to him, you're going to come for me and watch me play)

"pedri i don't even have a jersey that doesn't have his name on the back" she rolled her eyes.

"i came prepared don't worry look at this" he smiled at her as he pulled out a barça jersey with pedri's name and number. he played around and moved his hands as he showed her the jersey.

"pedrito what am i going to do without you" she laughed and grabbed it from from his hands.

"probably rot in this room alone" pedri laughed.

"cállate tonto" she laughed and went to get ready. (shut up dumbass)

"okay i'm ready pedrooooo!!!!" she yelled.

"i'm right here literally no need to yell y/n" he said playfully annoyed.

surprisingly y/n got ready on perfect timing since pedri had to be at camp nou like an hour before the game. on the ride there they listened to y/n's playlist which was filled with reggueton music. pedri liked to see her jam out and finally smile. after what happened with gavi, he felt like she lost herself.

best part by daniel caesar started playing. y/n's laugh died down and her smiled dropped. the clouds started to block the sun a bit, and it started to to drizzle outside.

"you got to be fucking kidding me" she sighed.

"what's wrong?" pedri looked at her.

"this is our song, fuck i hate him but at the same time i miss him so much" y/n said as her eyes got teary eyed.

*flashback*

'where you go i follow, no matter how far'

"are you sure? i really don't want you to leave just for me y/n" gavi said worried.

"mi amor i'll go to the end of the world with you" she replied.

she left mexico and moved to barcelona for him because she loved him. it took time for her to adjust to spain but it worked out somehow.

"not homesick yet mi vida?" the brown eyed boy asked.

"a little bit but you're my home pablo, i just need you by my side and i'll be perfectly fine. you make me feel at ease. all my worries go away when i'm with you" y/n looked up at him, he looked amazing in the golden sunlight.

*flashback over*

"i know he was the reason you moved here but you on your own accomplished many things. you finished university here and got a modeling job, your also making your own clothes" pedri cheered you up.

"yeah i just miss him, but you're right i'm a fucking badass without him" she smiled.

they pulled up to camp nou, they parked the car and went in. the stadium was starting to fill.

"bueno te veo después del partido nena ya sabes dónde ir" pedri said.(you know where to go, i'll see you after the game)

"si, suerte predrito anota muchos goles por mi" she laughed.

(yes, good luck pedrito score many goals for me)

pedri left and she went to the seats that were designated for the wives and family members of the team. there was a particular seat she sat in when she would come see gavi. although that seat was already taken, she was beautiful; she had short blonde hair and her make-up was flawless.

y/n sat down 3 seats away from her. as soon as she sat down the other girl notice her. her piercing green eyes looked into y/n brown eyes. they exchanged a friendly hi and hello.

once the game started y/n started cheering for pedri every time he had the ball or got near to scoring a goal. although something caugh her off guard when gavi scored a goal.

"eso mi amor !!!!!" the blonde girl yelled.

that's when she notice the blonde girl's jersey... 'gavi 6'.

gavi's pov

i knew i fucked up, messed up so bad. i got carried away with my overprotection. i need to learn how to control my anger and jealousy. i knew i fucked up, after the breakup i lost myself. i partied every chance i got, and over worked myself.

while clubbing, i met laura; she was there to somewhat relieve my pain. we started hooking up, drinking together, as well as going out. the thing was that i didn't love her as much as i loved y/n, i don't think i ever will love someone as her.

i really did want to get back with y/n but i dug a hole too deep with laura. now we're dating? but i know i'm using her as a rebound.

during the match i scored the first goal. i ran with my team to celebrate my goal and looked at the crowd. my eyes gazed through the designated area where the family members were. the spot where y/n always sat in was used by laura.

my smile left, she wasn't there. she was sitting down on her phone. not even paying attention to my goal. i want her back desperately bad.

he could see that joao felix got her attention. her gaze was strong and alluring. she looked at him as he fixed his sweaty hair and drank water during half time.

that's what sparked his jealousy once again. joao felix had the ball and i ran up to him as fast as i could and pushed him down. maybe i should control my anger issues? or not.

___

the game ended 3-1, gavi and pedri scored goals. they finally let the wife's and family come down to the field. gavi was a sweaty mess, it could've been because of the game or the jealousy that made his blood boil. pedri saw y/n coming down and approaching him.

"hermanitoo!! you did so good pedri that goal was majestic bro" she laughed then him.

"i know right!! i was kind of nervous for today's game though, i think it was because of your guys' breakup. although good thing it didn't affect my relationship with him in the field" pedri smiled.

"aye pero me presentas al joao no? se cae de bueno el tio ese " y/n playfully told pedri as she wiggled her eyebrows and looked at joao who was behind pedri.

 (introduce me to joao he's so hot)

"bueno vamos loca, ey pero si viste como te mataba con la mirada gavi cuando mirabas al otro tio?" he asked her.

 (okay fine crazy, he could've killed you with the way he was looking at you)

"siiii pero me hice la tonta y no vi a gavi, bueno ya presentame con joao andale pedriii. se me cupido porfa!!" y/n tugged on pedri's shoulder.

(yess, but i ignored him, cmon introduce me to joao cmon pedri. be my cupid please)

he laughed and ruffled her hair, although he did agree. pedri came up to joao felix and introduced y/n to him. y/n thought he was attractive, he did as well. he loved her smile and laugh. pedri left, joao and y/n were still talking and it seemed like they really did hit it off. although y/n felt someone staring at her. she noticed his figure standing by, his eyebrows were furrowed and a disgusted look was evident.

"he hates me doesn't he?" joao asked her and she shook her head.

"it's just because you're talking to me, he's the ex-boyfriend at the moment"

"aaaa makes more sense, it looks like he's still very into you. are ya'll gonna get back together?"

y/n sighed and looked at gavi, who was now trying to look interested in whatever laura was saying.

"maybe i don't know yet"

"well i'm here if you want to hang out or something as friends...until you make up your mind" he smiled at her.

they exchanged numbers and y/n left with pedri to dinner since he invited her. after dinner, pedri brought her back to her house. she took of her boots, skirt and pedri's jersey. she changed into some black biker shorts and a spain jersey. she proceeded to do her night time routine, taking of her makeup, washing her face, as well as taking off the clips in her hair.

*ding* text message

nene <3 : we need to talk.

y/n: pablo not now

nene <3 : too late i'm outside your house, please y/n just 5 minutes please mi amor

y/n: don't call me that pablo. i'm coming.

y/n looked at the messages, she looked at his contact name. nene, she didn't even change his contact name. she wanted to go outside and run into his arms, she wanted to hug him so tight that he'd run out of air. she missed him so dearly it was unreal. but no she had to be strong. there he was leaning on his car, he opened the door for her. she rolled her eyes but got in.

"go you have five minutes" she looked ahead, not even looking at him. if she did she would definitely tear down her walls.

"I know that i'm a jealous jerk y/n and i feel ashamed of it. all i wanted to do was to protect you, but i know that with my jealousy i overreacted and got ahead of things. i am truly sorry, you have no idea how much i regret having that argument with you. i miss you y/n, every night, every morning, every single day; i miss you. i know that i'm not worthy of your love, and if you don't want to take me back it's ok with me. you deserve someone way better than me, and who will treat you better" gavi said with tears in his eyes.

"what about laura?" she said.

"i broke up with her after the game, i was honest with her. she's someone i met while we were broken up. but i just want you y/n nobody else" he said

she finally got the courage to look him in the eyes. god she missed his chocolate brown eyes, they were puffy and red from crying. she looked at him and his beautiful complexion.

"promise?" she asked him with a smile.

"i promise, i'm done being a being a jealous overprotective asshole as you said" he laughed.

"c'mon let's go inside and cuddle" she said then gave him a desperate kiss.

"me gusta tu camisa" he laughed, she was wearing the jersey he wore in the world cup.

(i like your shirt)

she smiled at him "callate tonto, mejor dame un besito".

 (shut up dumbass and give me a kiss)

they spent their night cuddling and y/n making gavi do a face mask. gavi missed her like crazy, he held her tight and very close to his chest. her scent was sweet, he missed kissing her neck and playing with her hair. y/n traced small shapes on his naked chest, he always slept without a shirt; due to him getting hot when he sleeps. she loved his hands, so firm yet delicate at times. she played with his rings, and looked up at him. he was peaceful, his brown wavy hair fluffed up and swooped to the side, his eyes gleamed.

"le mandamos una foto a pedri???" she asked him and he nodded.

(should we send pedri a picture?)

text messages

y/n: mira quien regresoooo (look who's back)

hermanito: esoooo mis padres!!!!! (my parents !!!)

they both smiled and laughed at pedri, both of them were glad that they fixed their problem. she knew it would have been awkward if they had broken up indefinitely. they didn't want to put pedri in the middle. the couple slept peacefully in eachothers arms and finally got a good rest. both intoxicated with love and their scents.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

a/n:

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𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐎

pairing: alessia russo x reader

request: ‘can you do some angst with russo? but like...stomach drop angst. and r is bff with very protective a ona? please.. thank you.’

summary: the one where it all goes wrong

warnings: the ‘L-bomb’, fluff, angst, the occasional swear word, established relationship

word count: 6k

a/n: welcome to the rollercoaster of emotions. everyone boarding this ride please be prepared for the angst and fluff throughout but ultimately, a not so happy ending

woso masterlist | next part

The rising sun cast a rosy hue across the morning sky of Manchester, peeking through the blinds of your bedroom where you were currently sleeping. Reaching out in your sleep, you noticed the missing presence beside you.

You tapped around haphazardly, waking up fully when all you could feel was the cold sheets from where your girlfriend once was. Your eyes fluttered open, face scrunching up as you were hit by the morning light.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes you rolled onto your back, looking up at the ceiling. Letting out a content sigh as you stretched your limbs before you sat up to look at the time on your phone.

Groaning slightly at the realisation that it was only half seven in the morning you stood yourself up and trudged to the kitchen, phone in hand, hoping to find your girlfriend.

Walking into the kitchen you were soon hit by the strong smell of coffee. Placing your phone on the counter, you sneaked up behind Alessia and gently wrapped your arms around her waist, swaying the two of you from side to side.

“Morning, love.” You said, pressing a kiss to the top of Alessia’s head, voice still a little groggy due to just waking up.

“Sleep well?” Alessia asked, turning around in your hold, wrapping her arms around your shoulders as the two of you continued to sway without any music.

“Yeah, you?” You questioned, placing a quick peck to Alessia’s lips, a smile adorning both of your faces.

“Mhm.” Alessia nodded, resting her head in the crook of your neck.

The two of you were surrounded in your little bubble, completely forgetting that Alessia was making breakfast before the smell of burning flooded both your senses.

Alessia quickly got out of your hold, desperately trying to salvage whatever she could but it was no use.

“This is what happens when you're in the kitchen.” Alessia said, pointing a spatula in your direction.

“I’m not the one cooking.” You smiled, raising your hands in defence.

“You’re a distraction.” Alessia huffed as she walked towards you, taking a hold of your hands, wrapping them around herself.

“How about I cook us something?” You wondered, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.

Feeling Alessia nod into your chest you chuckled before bending down to pick her up. Alessia lets out a small yelp at the unexpected action and is quick to wrap her legs around your waist.

Walking over to the kitchen counter, you set Alessia down beside your phone before you went to rummage for something to make breakfast. You soon came to a decision to make a full english and you were quick to get to work.

Alessia watched on as you moved around the kitchen expertly, preparing all the food. She was soon brought out of her trance when your phone rang from beside her.

“Ona’s calling you.” Alessia said, holding your phone out to you.

“You can answer it.” You smiled, placing some bacon into a pan, watching as it sizzled.

Alessia gave you a small okay before answering Ona’s face time call.

“Y/n! I found the perfect r-” Ona quickly cut herself off upon seeing Alessia’s face instead of yours. “Oh, hola Alessia.”

“Hey, you alright?” Alessia asked, chuckling at the confused face of your best friend.

“Yeah, all good.” Ona smiled.

“What was it that you were going to say?”

“Oh, it's no big deal, really.” Ona spoke.

“You alright, Ona?” You questioned, resting your head on Alessia’s shoulder.

“Casi le conté a Alessia tu secreto, así que no, no estoy bien. Casi arruiné todo para ti.” Ona rambled.

“What was that?” Alessia asked, tilting her head to the side out of confusion.

“Nothing to worry about.” You said quickly, gently taking your phone from Alessia and walking into the living room.

“Lo siento. I didn’t-” Ona started.

“It’s fine, Ona, seriously. She doesn’t know. I’ll call you later, okay? We can talk about it then.”

“Sí, sí. Okay, speak to you later.”

“Bye, Ona.” You chuckled as you ended the call.

“So, what don’t I know?” Alessia wondered as she rested against the doorframe.

“Oh, Jesus, Less. You scared the shit out of me.” You jumped, looking up from your phone and at the woman in front of you.

“Don’t dodge the question.”

“It’s a surprise.” You shrugged, placing your phone on the coffee table before walking passed the blonde forward and back into the kitchen.

“Fine, I'll drop it for now.” Alessia mumbled as she followed after you.

“There's nothing to worry about.” You smiled as you plated the breakfast for the two of you.

“Okay.” Alessia whispered.

You took a hold of both your plates and brought them into the living room, setting them down on the coffee table. Turning on the tv, you quickly nipped back into the kitchen to get some cutlery and once you returned you saw a sour look on Alessia’s face.

“What’s up?” You asked, sitting beside the blonde, placing her cutlery beside her plate and the same for yourself.

“You tell me.” Alessia said, crossing her arms, leaning back.

“I don’t know?” You said, huffing out a laugh. “I really don’t.”

“You either tell me what it is you’re doing or we are both going to seriously fall out.” Alessia stated, giving you a look.

“Less-” You tried.

“Don’t call me that.” Alessia cut you off.

“Wha-? I don’t-? Why are you acting like this?” You tripped over your words, confused as to why Alessia was acting like this.

“I want to know what you’re hiding.” Alessia spoke.

“I’m not hiding anything?” You said, trying to think of what could’ve happened in the short span of time from when you left her to go to the kitchen to then come back right after.

“No?” Alessia said rhetorically.

“No.” You said, shaking your head.

“So why did you change your phone password?” Alessia asked.

“I-” You mumbled.

“Are you cheating on me?” Alessia questioned, voice quivering.

“What?” You mumbled, stunned. Voice cracking at the thought of Alessia thinking you were cheating on her.

“Are you?” Alessia asked again, standing up from the sofa to pace around the living room.

You watch as she puts her hands in her hair, seeing the tears brimming her eyes, how her lip begins to quiver.

“Less-” You tried again.

“I said don’t call me that.” Alessia cut you off, pointing at you, stopping her pacing.

“Alessia.” You said softly and cautiously, getting up off the sofa as well, making your way to the blonde, however, she backed away from any of your advances.

“Answer the question.” Alessia demanded.

“I’m not cheating on you.” You said, looking straight into her eyes, still making your way towards her.

“Then why-?” Alessia said quietly, almost as if she didn't believe you.

“I told you, it’s a surprise.” You said softly, getting closer to Alessia so you were able to place your hands on her shoulders.

“I’m sorry.” Alessia mumbled, looking down at the floor, ashamed for accusing you of such a thing.

“It’s okay.” You smiled, pulling her into your embrace.

“I just-”

“It doesn’t matter, okay? I love you and nobody else.”

“I love you too.”

“I’d never cheat on you, I promise.” You said. “How about we have our breakfast now?”

“That sounds like a good plan.” Alessia said as she let out a teary chuckle.

Upon hearing Alessia sniffle, you gently pushed her back and out of your embrace, cradling her head in your hands, you used the pads of your thumbs to wipe away any stray tears that fell from her eyes.

“I love you.” You said quietly, watching as Alessia’s face lit up at the eight letter sentence.

You placed a kiss on her forehead before you sat back down on the sofa, Alessia snuggling up into your side. The two of you tucked into your breakfast as you watched the movie playing on the tv.

As you both watched the movie the two of you finally finishing up your breakfast you found yourself mindlessly drawing patterns and shapes up and down Alessia’s side. Enjoying the tranquillity after your little hiccup, you felt Alessia’s grip around you tighten.

“I’m sorry, I am so sorry.” Alessia mumbled, repeating the same sentence over and over again.

“It’s okay, I'm sorry I made you feel that way.” You said, pulling the blonde forward closer to you.

“I don’t know what I'd do without you.” Alessia quietly admitted.

“I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.” You smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of the blonde’s head.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, now how about we forget this ever happened and think about what’s happening these upcoming days?” You suggested.

“Yeah, okay.” Alessia smiled.

“So, what's on our agenda?” You asked, smiling at how Alessia has perked back up again.

“I thought we could have a chilled day today and tomorrow, maybe go shopping then on sunday we can invite the girls around?”

“That sounds good, so today is a chilled one, saturday is shopping then sunday is with the girls, got it.” You repeated Alessia’s words, confirming with a little nod.

As exactly what Alessia said, the rest of the day was a completely relaxed one. The two of you just stayed cuddled up on the sofa watching movies, having a couple make out sessions here and there but not going any further than that. Just enjoying the time you spent together. Never wanting the moment between you to end.

As the day soon became night, you decided to speak to Ona to talk about what happened that morning. As another movie came to an end you noticed Alessia’s evened out breaths, signalling that she was asleep.

As delicately as you could, you moved the blonde from on top of you and moved from underneath her. You made sure she was in a comfortable position before you left the blonde and walked into your bedroom to call Ona.

“Hey, Ona.” You smiled seeing your best friend’s face pop up on the screen of your phone.

“Hola, y/n.” The Spaniard replied.

“Sorry about earlier, we were in the kitchen making breakfast.” You apologised, rubbing the back of your neck.

“It’s okay. I was going to talk about a ring I found.” Ona smiled, practically jumping up and down.

“You found one?” You asked, attention definitely peaked.

“Yeah. I got them to hold it for you till tomorrow.”

“Oh, Ona I love you!” You cheered, a big smile plastered upon your face.

“No problem, you have to get there before midnight tomorrow before they possibly sell it to someone else.”

“Yeah, okay. Just send me the details and I'll go have a look tomorrow.”

“Okay, I can't believe my best friend is going to propose.” Ona said excitedly.

“Bye, Ona.” You chuckled, ending the call.

A couple of minutes passed before you got a notification from Ona telling you everything you needed to know about the ring and where the shop is. Smiling to yourself you locked your phone and walked back out into the living room where Alessia was still asleep.

Not wanting to wake her, you ran back into your shared room and prepared the bed for her before going back to the living room where you gently picked Alessia up bridal style and made your way to the bedroom.

Along the short journey there, Alessia snuggled herself up into your embrace and held onto you unknowingly. As you placed the blonde onto the bed, her grip on you tightened.

“Don’t go.” Alessia mumbled quietly, still half asleep.

“I’ll only be a quick minute, I just need to turn the lights off.” You whispered.

“Okay.”

Keeping your promise you were back with Alessia in under a minute. You quickly but carefully got under the covers and settled yourself beside Alessia who soon turned onto her side to bury her head in the crook of your neck, her leg resting on top of yours.

Placing your phone on charge, you turned off the light on your bedside table and wrapped an arm around your girlfriend. The two of you falling asleep not long after.

The next day came around and when waking up this time, instead of feeling cold sheets, there was the warmth from your girlfriend cuddled into you. Your positions not changing from the night before.

Alessia’s head rested in the crook of your neck, involuntary inhaling your perfume, the smell making her feel at home. As she cuddled into your side, your arm was trapped under her head. Your hand tracing small, intricate patterns on her back.

Trying to be as careful as possible, you pulled yourself up and out of the bed, making sure that Alessia was still asleep before you went to the bathroom.

Quickly doing your morning routine, you got changed into some clothes before finding a piece of paper and writing a little note for Alessia.

‘Morning, love

I’m just popping out for a little while, I'll be back before lunch

Love you x’

You left the note on her bedside table next to her phone before you placed a gentle kiss on her temple, taking a hold of all your things needed for the day, and leaving the house.

Once you sat in your car, turning on the ignition, you sent a quick text to Ona saying you were going to have a look at the ring for Alessia.

You put your phone away, clicking your seatbelt into place before driving off. The drive wasn’t long, only twenty-five minutes and before you knew it you were parking up outside the shop.

Nerves suddenly kicking in, the reality of it all becoming much more real and it terrified you. Not the fact you were going to propose, the fact you may be rejected. Hopping out of your car your nerves grew with each step. Your heart pounds just that tad faster as you neared the shop door.

As you opened the door, you were greeted by an old lady sending you a sweet smile. Walking over to the counter where she stood, you exhaled a shaky breath before you spoke to the lady.

“Hello.” You smiled, drumming your fingers on the counter.

“How are you, dear?” The lady asked, clearly noticing your nerves.

“All good, thank you.” You replied. “Um, my friend called yesterday and asked if you could hold a ring under the surname y/l/n?”

“Oh, yes. Let me just go get it for you.” The lady said before she left you by the counter to go to the back of the store.

You weren’t waiting long and the woman was back before you knew it. She placed a box in front of you, a beaming smile across her face.

“Your friend chose a good one.” She said, pushing the box a little closer towards you.

With delicate fingers, you picked up the tiny box, and opened it up to reveal the most beautiful ring you had ever seen.

“Yeah, she did.” You whispered, not tearing your eyes away from the item in your hand.

“Your partner must be very lucky.”

“Oh, I'm definitely the lucky one.” You said, smiling up at the woman before closing the box and placing it back on the counter.

“Would you like to look at some others?”

“No thank you, I'll take this one.”

“Okay, if you will just follow me.”

The lady moved towards the cash register you followed closely behind. As you pulled your card out the lady scanned the ring. You didn’t care for the price, you were willing to pay for the whole world when it comes to Alessia.

“That’s all gone through, would you like a bag?” The lady asked.

“I should be alright.” You smiled, taking the ring from the lady’s outstretched hand.

“Alright then, I wish you the best of luck, not that you're going to need it.”

“Thank you.” You said, sending the lady one last smile before walking out the shop.

As you walked back to your car, you were too busy to notice that some of your teammates had seen you. Just as you were about to get into your car, they called out your name.

Stopping dead in your tracks, you turned around and saw who there was. Thankfully Alessia wasn’t with them and it was only Tooney and Millie.

You were quick to say hello to them both, joining in a little conversation which soon turned into one where they got in your car and you were driving to a nearby cafe.

Completely forgetting about the time, you sat with Ella and Millie, stupidly leaving Alessia at home, wondering where you had gone to.

You ignored your phone, not on purpose but you hadn’t realised the multiple missed calls and messages from not only Alessia but a couple of your friends as well.

You had thought you managed to escape the gruelling from Ella and Millie about why you were exiting a jewellery shop but you were soon to realise they were just saving the conversation for when you were sat down.

“Are you going to show us?” Ella asked.

“Show what?” You replied, confused.

“The ring.” Millie said.

“I-”

“Come on, don’t try to lie to us. It’s about time you proposed anyway.” Millie smiled.

You pulled the ring out from your pocket and slid it onto the table in front of you. The two girls gasped once they opened up the little box, both of them completely gobsmacked at how beautiful it looked.

You told them that it was a secret and how you were planning to take Alessia on a holiday next week and you were going to propose to her then.

The both of them immediately wanted in on your plan and they were willing to help you in any way possible. The three of you conversed for what seemed like a short period of time when in reality it was hours.

By the time the three of you had finished up with your food and conversations it was well into the afternoon.

Mentally scolding yourself once you realised the time, you quickly bid your goodbyes and asked if Ella and Millie would want to come round to yours and Alessia’s tomorrow. The two were immediate to agree and after saying one last goodbye, you jumped back in your car and drove home.

“Less?” You asked, walking through the front door.

After not receiving an answer you trudged further into the house, hoping to scope out your girlfriend. Once you did, it was not a pretty sight.

Alessia was sat on the sofa, underneath an abundance of blankets, tears brimming her eyes as she stared at the movie playing on the tv.

“Less?” You questioned, walking around so you crouched in front of your girlfriend, placing your hands on her knees, looking into her eyes that showed so much emotions in the span of a second. “I’m so sorry.”

“Where were you?” Alessia croaked.

“I went out to pick something up but I got caught up with Millie and Ella, I am so sorry.”

“I tried calling and texting you but you didn't pick up.”

“I know, I'm sorry. I didn’t check my phone till I got in the car.”

“Are you really though?” Alessia asked, wiping away the tears that fell from her eyes with a slight anger.

“Am I what?”

“Sorry? You keep repeating it. If you were really sorry it wouldn't have happened more than once.”

“What has happened more than once?”

“Don’t play stupid, y/n. Recently all it has felt like is that you are choosing your friends over me.”

“That's not what it is like at all.”

“Then tell me, tell me why we made plans only for them to go flying out of the window.” Alessia said, standing up leading you to back away from her, trying to dodge her flying hands that were expressing her feelings.

“Less, you have to believe me.”

“Then why does it feel like I can't?”

“What?” You asked, taking a step back. The feeling in your heart was as if you were just shot. “Do you not trust me?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“Well you implied it.”

At this point you started to feel more and more nervous about proposing. You were just trying to figure out where it all went wrong. You never thought hiding a huge secret away from Alessia would be like this. You should’ve known she’d think something is up.

You just wish you could tell her. But that’ll mess everything up. You had a plan. Take Alessia to Italy and propose. However, that dream seemed to be slipping through your fingers.

The one big question playing on your mind is: would it all be worth it? All the fighting, hurtful comments being thrown left, right and centre? Of course it would be.

You loved Alessia and nothing would change that.

“What is happening to us?” Alessia asked, taking in a deep breath.

“I don't know.” You replied, your voice cracking slightly.

“I wish you would just tell me what's going on.”

“I told you, it's a surprise.”

“I’m slowly starting to think that’s bullshit.”

“How about we forge-”

“We can’t just keep ‘forgetting’ everything, it doesn't work like that.”

“Just till tomorrow?” You pleaded. “It’ll all make sense, I promise.”

“Fine,” Alessia said reluctantly, “but you’re sleeping in the spare room.”

“Yeah, okay,” you gave a small nod with a smile, “I love you.”

“I hate you.”

“I know you do.” You smiled, placing a kiss to Alessia’s forehead before walking to the kitchen to prepare dinner, unknowingly leaving behind a smiling Alessia.

The late afternoon soon turned into night and after the two of you had your dinner, you found yourselves going separate ways. Alessia into your bedroom and you into the spare one. It was going to feel weird without her by your side but that was the least of your worries.

After doing your nightly routine you contemplated between going to bed and going to say goodnight to Alessia so you obviously did the latter. You made your way out of the spare room and towards where Alessia was.

Opening your bedroom door, you spotted Alessia laying with her back towards you. As you got closer to her, you noticed she was already knocked out.

You gently pressed a kiss to her temple before whispering a quick ‘goodnight, I love you’ before walking back into the spare room where you got yourself under the covers and tried to fall asleep.

It was around two in the morning when you felt some movement beside you, opening your eyes, you noticed a flock of blonde hair flooding your vision. Silently smiling to yourself, you felt Alessia get into a comfortable position against you, the forward sighing in contentment.

“Goodnight, love.” You whispered, placing an arm around her waist as well as a kiss to her head.

“Night.” Alessia smiled, tightening her grip on your t-shirt, pulling herself closer into you.

The morning came around all too quickly and you were soon woken up by the birds singing outside your window and the soft snores from your girlfriend beside you.

This time, instead of getting out of bed by yourself, you stayed lying next to Alessia. The blonde forward holding onto you for dear life, burying her head in the crook of your neck.  

Your fingers mindlessly tracing shapes on her arm that was slung around your waist. You were completely trapped by her, not that you had anything against it, in fact you wouldn't want anything more than to just be with the love of your life.

As the minutes went on, your mind began to wander about what you were hopefully going to do in the upcoming week. If everything went right today you would be on a plane to an Italian island called Sardinia on monday.

Everything was going fine, till the nerves kicked in. Your mind had it all planned out, how you were going to say you were taking her on a little get away, where you would stay, what you could do, and most importantly, how you were going to propose.

Being stuck in your head, you didn't realise Alessia had woken up. Noticing your increased breathing, chest rising and falling rapidly, Alessia sat up in worry.

“Y/n?” Alessia gently questioned, cupping your face.

“Less.” You said, coming back to your senses.

“Are you okay?” Alessia asked, worry evident in her eyes.

“Yeah.” You smiled, sitting up against the headboard.

“Promise?”

“Just got lost in my head a little.”

“What about?”

“You’ll find out soon.” You smiled cheekily.

“Should I be worried?” Alessia chuckled.

“Nope, leave that to me.”

You held your arm out and signalled for Alessia to cuddle up beside you, which she happily obliged to.

“So, what happened to sleeping separately?” You teased, amusement lacing your voice.

“Shut up.” Alessia mumbled, hiding her face in your chest.

“I knew you couldn’t stay away from me.” You said.

“Oh yes, you're so irresistible.” Alessia said sarcastically.

“I know I am.” You smirked.

“You’re also very annoying.” Alessia said, moving her head up so she was looking into your eyes, raising her hand to let her fingers trail along your facial features. Going from your eyebrow, down your nose, to your jaw.

“Mhm.” You hummed quietly, your lips ghosting over hers. “You love me though.”

“That I do,” Alessia smiled, leaning in but before your lips could touch you pulled away, “hey!”

Chuckling softly at your girlfriend's reaction, you peppered feather-like kisses along Alessia’s face, her nose scrunching up at the action. Before pulling away, you placed one last kiss on her mouth, one that had Alessia chasing your lips for more.

“Easy there, tiger.” You smiled. “You can have some more later.”

“I better.” Alessia pouted, placing a kiss to the underside of your jaw before resting her head back on your chest.

“We still need to go shopping for some food for when the girls arrive later.” You whispered as you ran your fingers through Alessia’s hair, the latter humming contently.

“What's the time now?”

“Not too sure.”

“We can go shopping at lunch and get some food whilst we’re out?” Alessia suggested, her voice getting quieter and quieter towards the end of her sentence as she desperately tried to keep her eyes open.

“Go back to sleep, love.” You whispered, continuing to run your fingers through her hair. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

After not receiving a reply, you chuckled quietly knowing that Alessia had fallen back to sleep.

After a couple of hours, Alessia woke back up again and keeping your word, you were still laying under her as you mindlessly scrolled through instagram.

“Hey sleepy-head.” You smiled, looking down from your phone.

Alessia didn’t respond, instead she hid her head further into you, feeling as your chest rose up and down from your laughter.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, you scrolling on your phone whilst Alessia watched, occasionally pointing out something she found funny. Once you realised the time was well into the late morning you both hopped out of bed and got ready to do some food shopping.

It didn’t take long for either of you to get ready and you were out of the door, ready for your little trip to the local supermarket.

You drove the two of you to the closest store, Alessia creating a list on her phone making sure she wouldn't forget anything.

As you walked into the store, you grabbed a trolley and followed your girlfriend's orders, picking the necessary things off the shelves and occasionally adding a little treat for yourself.

After following Alessia around the store for god knows how long, you finally arrived back at the till where you helped Alessia place the food on the conveyor belt as well as putting the food in the right bags.

Being the loving partner you were, you paid for the food before Alessia could protest, sending a cheeky smile her way when receiving the receipt.

Alessia shook her head in disapproval but let a smile take over her features as you took a hold of the trolley once again, the two of you finally leaving the store to head back home and prepare everything for when your friends arrive.

Not wanting to take more than one trip you took a hold of as many bags as possible only leaving Alessia with one. You placed them onto the kitchen counter and let Alessia boss you around for where she wanted everything.

“Shit.” Alessia muttered.

“What's up? You okay?” You questioned.

“We forgot the dip.” Alessia said, shoulders sulking.

“Don’t worry about it. I can quickly pop back out if you want?”

“No, it's fine.”

“I’ll be quick.” You chuckled knowing that Alessia wanted the dip.

“Okay.” Alessia reluctantly agreed.

“I love you.” You said, placing a kiss on Alessia’s forehead before picking your car keys back up and making your way back out the front door.

“Love you.” Alessia called out just before the door closed.

Whilst you drove to the store once again, before your friends could start to pile into your house. Alessia preparing everything at the last minute.

Scanning the shelves for some dip you picked up every one that you could find, not knowing anyone's preference.

You hated to admit it but you did look a little weird holding a basket full of random dips. After you paid for it all you rushed back to your car.

As soon as you were about to get into your car someone called out your name. Turning around, you saw a lady who looked to be a little under your age rush towards you asking if they could have a picture.

You agreed thinking as soon as it was over you could get back to Alessia but that wasn't the case. Even after the photo was taken the lady wasn’t holding away from any advances.

Discreetly trying to move away from her and back into your car, she kept herself close to you. One hand brushing against your arm as she batted her eyelashes at you.

Giving a tight lipped smile, you peeled her hand from you and bid your goodbyes, quickly getting into your car and driving off. Once you finally got out of the car park you let out a sigh of relief just wanting to be back at home.

However, luck wasn’t on your side and you were soon caught up in traffic. You never wanted to scream at road works any more in your life. You don't know how long you were stuck in the queue for but it felt like centuries.

Finally arriving back home, you opened your front door with one hand as the other held a bag of dips.

“I’m back.” You called out into your house but didn’t receive a response. “Hello? Less?”

You walked into your living room and saw Alessia sitting on the sofa with her head in her hands as she rested her elbows on her knees. As well as a couple of your england teammates.

“I got the dip.” You said, announcing yourself to your friends but once they snapped their heads towards you, you wanted the world to swallow you whole.

“Get out.” Lucy said, venom lacing her voice as she pointed to the door.

“What?” You questioned, looking at the Barcelona player.

“You heard her.” Leah piped up.

“No.” You said.

“No?”

“No. This is my house and would someone just tell me what the hell is going on.”

“Get out y/n.” Alessia said, not moving in any way to look at you.

“I’m not leaving without a reason.” You said, standing your ground.

“This good enough for you?” Lucy asked rhetorically, shoving a phone into your face.

“What?” You questioned as you looked at what was on the screen. It was a photo of you with some girl but what confused you was that you were kissing. “I-”

“Get out.”

“No, that's not me- well it is me, but that never happened.” You stumbled over your words, looking at Alessia silently praying that she would look at you.

“Y/n” Alessia said, the hurt evident in her voice. “Please. Just go.”

“Less-”

“I don't want to hear it.” Alessia cut you off as she stood up and walked in front of you. “And don't call me that.”

“Please.”

“What? You want me to forget about all this too?” Alessia said letting out a sarcastic chuckle. “That's not how it works, remember?”

“I never kissed her!” You said, your voice raising a little.

“Well that picture says something else.” Alessia scoffed, trying to hide the pain evident in her chest.

“Are you seriously going to believe the internet over me?” You asked and once you didn't get a response you let out a pained chuckle. “You will never trust me, will you?”

“Trust you? Trust you after what has happened these past days?”

“Alessia-” Leah started but backed away once the forward gave her a stern look.

“Did you ever even love me?” Alessia asked and that's when the floodgates opened, the blonde desperately trying to stop the tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Of course I love you.” You said.

“Well you have a funny way of showing it.”

“Alessia, please, you have to believe me.”

“I think you should go.”

Not wanting to fight anymore, you dropped your head and nodded at the ground.

“As in forever?” You asked quietly, looking up at Alessia before the rest of your friends.

“Just pack a bag for a couple of days.” Leah said as she noticed Alessia struggling to form any words.

“Yeah, okay.” You said finally admitting defeat.

You trudged to your room and pulled out a bag to pack a couple of your clothes and your essentials before you looked in your bed side draw to place one plane ticket on Alessia’s bed side table whilst you kept the other.

Forcing down a lump in your throat, you placed the ring into your bag as well and after you had everything you needed you made your way back to the living room.

“I’m sorry, Less. I really am.” You said softly, “I- uh- I love you.”

You trudged out of the house, head hanging low and driving off, just missing as Ona pulled up to your house with Ella and millie.

The three of them bounded into the house, smiles clear on their faces but they soon dropped once they noticed the atmosphere they just walked into.

“Who's died?” Ella mumbled, earning an elbow to the ribs from Millie.

Lucy nodded her head towards the kitchen as she left Leah with Alessia, the two of them on the sofa as Leah tried to calm the forward down.

“Y/n cheated.” Lucy said not even letting the three girls get into the kitchen.

“What?” Ona questioned. “She wouldn't do that.”

“There was a photo.”

“You believed a photo?” Ona asked, her voice raising a little as she found herself getting protective over you.

“It's clearly photoshopped, look.” Ella said as she zoomed into the photo.

“Oh shit.” Lucy muttered, her head falling into her hand.

“Yeah, oh shit.” Ona said.

“Where is y/n anyway?”

“She left.”

“What do you mean she left?” Millie questioned.

“We sort of kicked her out.”

“You kicked her out not bothering to hear what she had to say?”

“Yeah bu-”

“No! She was going to propose and now everything is ruined.” Ona shouted.

“She was going to propose?” A voice said, one that wasn’t Leah’s nor Lucy’s.

“Alessia.” Ella said softly as everyone looked at the blonde.

“That was the surprise?” Alessia mumbled, tears brimming her eyes, “she was going to propose.”

[julianalvarez9]

birthday boy / julian alvarez

authors note: this is for my little boy 🥹 prob shit ending cause i got distracted and didn't finish it on time and then lost motivation but :( wanted to post something for him

word count: 0.9k

summary: you plan a secret party for his birthday, with help from a few of his teammates (who didn't even knew that it was his birthday, in the first place)

julian and you had been together since your teenage years. you'd been with him through it all, on his good and bad days, but most importantly, when he had to leave argentina to live in manchester, where his new club was situated. moving to england had been hard for him: not only because of the language barrier, the weather and everything he missed from home, but mostly because of his friends and teammates back at river. julián was a very introverted person while getting to know people at first, not really the kind of person to start conversations with someone he doesn't know. he likes to stay back, watch from the sidelines and learn from the others.

though everything had changed since the world cup. being one of the strikers from the national team, an essential piece into the starting lineup once the initial shock of the loss against saudi arabia had passed, and key factor for the obtention of the trophy, he was put onto the spotlight and his talents were appreciated worldwide. still, he remained the same when he came back, only talking when necessary and almost every time, about what happened on the field. and because of that, almost no one at the club knew that today was his birthday.

even though you didn't mind throwing a party only for you two -his family had come with him to england, but due to a few family matters had to go back to argentina sooner than expected-, you knew that days like today only made him more homesick, missing his country and everything that was familiar.

julián had left for training earlier this morning, after eating a special breakfast in bed you had cooked for him, and that's when you started to work on his surprise party. you went to pick up the cake you had previously commissioned and a few party supplies that you were missing, like balloons and number candles that counted 23, to commemorate how many trips around the sun he had completed. you had told a few of his teammates to come by, mostly the ones that spoke his mother tongue, who he had connected the most during his stay at man city. ruben and rodri had assured you that they would kept the secret, while at the same time being the ones in charge of slowing him up a bit, to prevent him from coming home too early, before everything was set.

a few hours had passed, and you texted the guys that it was okay for your boyfriend to come home. dimming the lights, when he came back it seemed like you weren't home at first.

"¿amor? ¿estás en casa?" (love? are you home?), julian called, dropping his bag and shoes beside the door, his voice resonating on the walls of the seemingly empty house. you were finishing the last couple details, that's why it took you a bit longer to answer his questions. "¡acá!" (here!) you replied to him, him quickly directing his steps towards the living room, where your voice had traveled from. you heard him laugh when he entered the room, touching the wall to try and find the light switch. "¿por qué están las luces apagad-" (why are the lights off-?) he asked, not finishing the sentence due to the newfound surprise revealed once the lights were on again: his girlfriend and his teammates, who he had seen last not even an hour ago. "¡sorpresa!" (surprise!) you all exclaimed, and the smile that was painted on his face made you feel all warm inside.

"¿esto es para mí?" (is this for me?) he asked, still incredulous about it all. it hasn't like he hadn't had surprise parties before, but it seemed like you had definitely caught him by surprise this time. while he looked at the living room, all decorated with balloons and posters that had spiderman and the world cup in them, he greeted his mates with handshakes and pats on their backs.

"claramente es para el cumpleañero, ¿para quién más sería?" (of course it's for the birthday boy, who else would it be for?) you reassured, high-fiving ruben in the process because your plan had succeeded, and julian looked happy about it. "i can't believe you're all actually here!" he beamed, talking with his broken english so john, jack and phil, who had been dragged by the spanish and portuguese players, could understand. "i can't believe you weren't going to tell us that today is your birthday!", argued man city's number 5, face filled with fake annoyance at your boyfriend for keeping the information to himself. it was funny to see how flushed his cheeks got after hearing that, knowing that he was too shy to actually strike a conversation with the guys about something that wasn't football related.

"we would never reject a chance to have a cheat day" jack laughed, eating some chips that you had put on a few bowls for them to eat. "aparte, tu novia nos dijo que el pastel tendría dulce de leche, así que teníamos que venir" (also, your girlfriend told us your cake had dulce de leche, so we had to come) rodri joked, and even though half of the ones invited didn't understand what he had said, julian and you laughed.

you had been afraid that he wouldn't like the surprise, thinking that you had overstepped in a way, though he would never get mad at you for doing something nice for him. but after seeing his smile shining so brightly during the whole party, you were sure that he had actually liked it. and hopefully, after such a fun evening filled with laughter and food, you wished that he would feel a little less homesick too.

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yourusername feliz cumpleaños al mejor de todos 🥹te seguiría a el fin del mundo hasta que seamos viejitos 🤍 te amo juli (happy birthday to the best one there is 🥹 i'll follow you to the end of the world, until we're old 🤍 i love you juli)

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juliaanalvarez casa va a ser donde estés vos, gracias por hoy 🤍 (home is wherever you are, thanks for today 🤍)

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philfoden you'll have to invite us more often 🙏🏻

juliaanalvarez 😆😆

yourusername consider it done!!

rubendias más dulce de leche y mate 🧉

yourusername rubendias consider it done too 😂

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𝗪here'd All The Time Go? Dr. Dog ♥︎ 0:09 ━●────────── 3:54 ⇄ ◁◁ 𝚰𝚰 ▷▷ ↻

♡ — esmeralda has been homesick lately. whether it's for the warmth veracruz provides or the fact that she can't crawl into her father's arms when she's sad, she isn't sure. she misses her mother brushing her hair, and the parties that didn't end until sun up when she'd pass out on rafa. the hustle and bustle of new york city and the mornings spent in homeschool math class. but most of all she misses luna, and the esme she could be for them when they were anywhere but here.

their favorite place lately has been the roof; when you look up, you can see all the stars and constellations, the lack of light pollution illuminating the sky in a way that reminds esme of her favorite nightlight. the shingles of the house don't hurt her back, and when she holds luna's hand she's sure they could never fall; even if they did, it'd be together. so it'd be okay.

but right now things aren't okay, which esme has become adept at realizing in the past couple of years. kids had been meaner recently, spurred on by those movies their mom always does; which esme doesn't really get — can't those idiots tell what's real or not ? their mom isn't a bruja, she's just cool. she's gotten a lot better at brushing it off.

luna hasn't, though. defending their mother came naturally, esme did it too, but her skin's thicker, used to shielding luna from what she could. at age eleven she stands tall ( four foot nine, thank you ) and spits vitriol to any child bold enough to talk mean to luna in front of her. that's the issue, though — they don't do it in front of her now. and she only finds out later, when they're on the roof and luna's crying because it's been a particularly bad day ( which seems to be happening increasingly often ).

" lunita - lunita, esta bien. son pendejos que no saben de lo que hablan. " ( " lunita — lunita, it's okay. they're stupid anyway. don't have any clue what they're talking about. " ). her voice is gentle — she doesn't know to harden it around luna yet, has never had to. luna cries when esme sounds even a little bit mad, she doesn't want to set her off even more.

"¿ya se, pero porque todo via lo asen? mami no ase nada malo. ¡es su trabajo ! she's cool ! " ( " i know they are, so why do they keep doing it ? mami doesn't do anything bad. it's her job ! she's cool ! " ) luna's voice is full of all the emotions the world hasn't tried to wring out of her yet. their words pierce esme's little heart and, if she were older, maybe she'd know how to take them away. right now she can only flounder.

" es como - ¿tu cuerdas lo que dijo papi? ¿cuando vino dante la semana pasada y los junto a todos para hablara? " ( " it's like — you remember what papi said ? when dante came over last week and he sat us all down ? " ) esme props herself up on her elbows, not satisfied with how flippant she seems while laying down. this isn't anything to be flippant about, this is her sibling's feelings. " papi dijo que la jente van a hablara - que no les gusta las cosas que no entinden. so los llamen cosas como raros y brujas y - y es porque son celosos. " ( " papi said people were going to talk, that — that they don't like things they don't understand. so they call us freaks, or weird, or brujas, and — and it's 'cause they're jealous. " )

sometimes she doesn't really know if she believes that. sometimes she thinks it's because her father just wants them to feel better, and that maybe they are kind of freaky. but esme doesn't understand why that would be so bad. she wishes dante could just be with them all the time, so that maybe he could beat them up and then she wouldn't have to be so mean.

luna's quiet in response and it worries her. luna is many things, quiet has never been one of them. the soft sniffle startles esme and she jumps into action quick, pulling luna into her arms. her chin hooks right on top of luna's, like it's meant to, and she's immediately softening her tone even more.

" lunita - ¿habla con migo, porfavor ? tienes que habalar. " ( " lunita — talk to me, please ? you need to talk. " ) tries to pitch her voice down so she doesn't sound like an eleven year old playing parent. it doesn't work.

" ¿no saban que las palabras dañar ? " ( " don't they know that words mean something ? " )

that makes esme freeze. because, well — how does she argue with that ? they've been taught that their entire life. it's a dominguez-herrera motto, at this point. so she pivots, or tries to.

" pues - son estupidos. ya tu deji eso. nosotros no devemos a escuchar a la gente que no son honestos con sues palabras. " a childish attempt at comfort, but it's from a child, so that's to be expected. ( " well — they're stupid. i told you that. we shouldn't listen to stupid people who wouldn't be honest with their words anyway. " )

" ¿pero como yo se que tu no estas mientiendo? " ( " but how do i know you're not lying ? " )

esme considers telling luna that if she were lying, then their parents would be lying, and their entire extended family, too. but she bites her tongue; it'll just hurt them more.

so she pulls away, fishing around in her sweats pocket. luna looks confused, brows tightly knit and fresh tears beginning to well up in her eyes because esme just stopped hugging them. esme finds what she needs quickly — a pocket knife she'd swiped from david at their last party.

she flips it open — luna's more confused for about two seconds, until esme rolls up one sleeve of the snoopy as a dinosaur t-shirt her mother had gotten her for halloween. then their eyes go wide and she remembers the movie they watched the other night when they weren't supposed to be watching tv — the hangover, or something. she'd thought it was really cool and meaningful — what could bond you better than blood ?

she's shaky when she brings the blade to her palm, but her voice is even. if only so luna believes her more, " yo nunca tu a hecho mientieras y yo se que eso tambien su escucha como una mientira pero - vamos as see un pacto. ¿no mas esmos estoy y yo nuca puedo a echar te una mintera, esta bien? y yo nuca tu eviria a ser eso. las palabras si dañia pero tambien tienen otor setimento. " ( " i would never lie to you, and i know that sounds like a lie, too, but — we're going to make a pact. as long as we do this, i can't lie to you, okay ? and i never would. words mean something. " )

and if esme had the vocabulary, or the forethought, or the words to say it she'd tell luna that this means she'd never lie to her. that the blood pact isn't what makes them honest; it's not a truth serum, a sincerity spell, but a representation of her devotion. that as long as she can hold a hand to her palm and bleed freely, she will never lie to the other. so long as she lives and breathes.

but she doesn't, and so she closes her palm around the knife in her hand, slides it across the skin and shuts her eyes tight through the pain. it's almost exhilarating, and it isn't deep. the knife comes out the other side crimson, and she hands it to a now eager luna. the tears are drying up, the sniffles now few and far between, and esme feels invincible. she did it. she doesn't think about what shielding luna from so much harm might lead to, because she's done the one job she's decided to take on for life. and so she can rest a little easier.

" blood brothers. "

" blood brothers. "

luna follows suit quickly after — their shared scrunched up face of determination is sweet. they clasp hands and their blood mixes, they laugh because it stings. then they laugh because they're happy. they stay like that for a bit, hands clasped and curled together like kittens. nothing could hurt them now, not when they have each other. and nothing could bring them dow —

" ¡estrella! ¡luna! mis amores, — ¿porques estan ai riva - tu esta saliendo sangre? ¡¿que esites ?! " ( " estrella ! luna ! my loves, why are you up her — are you bleeding ?! what did you do ?! " )

okay, well, maybe their mom can.

it's weird to think that that was nearly fourteen years ago. that the bullying came to a head a week later and they'd left for new york. esme traces the little scars that litter her left palm, the result of countless blood pacts. countless promises, countless assurances. we don't lie, we don't hide, we're honest all the time.

it makes esme's heart seize and she isn't entirely sure why. she shakes her head to clear it, throwing her bag over her shoulder — she's got an exam to take. can't be thinking of childhood silliness now.

[drowninginblox]

Return to Sender

Inspired by this by @noctnis. Please give them ample love. I didnt know the AU but i do know the cannon vers of these cubitos and I see Fit returning to the island looking exactly like that soooooo... ye

"You have some nerves showing up you know!" Pac yelled over the whistle of the wind. In its chaos, the laundry he was hanging brushed into his face. He couldn't give a care in the world though. The emotional battery has long since drained for Pac, and the reserves have all been spent.

Cucarucho has been checking in on him more and more frequently as of late. His robotic laughter, the incessant and condescending voice box, the inventory clogging books- Deus, se ele tivesse que ver aquele urso mais uma vez, ele mataria todos em um raio de cem quarteirões e depois a si mesmo! But, every time, he thinks of Richarlyson. Ever since he and Mike found their beautiful son it's like the world got more- real for lack of a better word. The sun was warmer, the air crisper, the fruit fresher; the hole that Richas left in all of his father's hearts was larger than the world itself. So seeing him back and healthy- it was as if God blessed them all over again. Like it was their first day. And, of course, there was Ramon. Still lost to the federation and located god knows where in this hell hole. But, there is the hope that information will be coming soon. It has to. If the federation knew Pac as well as they claimed to, then as soon as he knew where that sweet boy was, he'd run as fast as he could to get them back. If not for him, then for Fit.

“Se você está procurando o Richas, ele está seguro e longe de você! Então, faça o que quiser comigo. Me sequestrem de novo, me matem, o que for!” He was too tired for this. The weight of all the revelations he's learned are almost as heavy as his eye bags and- to quote from Fit- 'Today is not the day, and I am not the one.'

"Apenas, seja rápido." He sighs, pinning up another one of Richarlyson's many jerseys in the process. In the uncertain silence, he hums a melody from his childhood; a byproduct of being without his children. Their lullabies supplied a little comfort with the knowledge that they were bedridden for so long. If Pac closed his eyes long enough he could convince himself that he just set the boys down for a nap rather than a coma.

A gust blew a nearby basket away from Pac just as his sight fell to it. Its contents either tumbled on the ground or succumbed to the breeze before colliding with the dewy grass. Whatever curses he had dried alongside his throat when he noticed his company reach for his newly washed hoodie. "No fight huh?" A hollowed horse of a question came from the man. He was everything Pac had waited for but far more spent than he thought he would be when he returned. The bags under his eyes were far darker than anything Pac had seen from anyone else. And he was up there on the "experienced fucked up shit" list.

“Quem é você e o que fez com o meu namorado? Fitch...” Whatever Pac was holding was promptly discarded for the sprint he made to the hardened man before him. With every bound the smile that started to form grew wider to the point where the pair were grinning from ear to ear just before Pac made contact. Fit nearly tumbled back but recovered with a laugh he didn't think he had the strength for. "P-Pac! Pac, Pac I-"

"Fitch I missed you so much, oh my god! Are you okay? Are you you? Did you kill your boss? Is he gonna be a problem anymore? Oh- Jesus Cristo! O que aconteceu com seu braço?! MEU DEUS, ME COLOQUE NO CHÃO! NÓS PRECISAMOS, VOCÊ PRECISA! PRECISO LIGAR PARA O MIKE!" He eventually shouted, shoving Fit away to message Mike immediately. All the while Fit laughed. "I love you too Pac," He said, giving into the darkness encircling him as he leaned Pac's way.

Pac caught him just as the sound of the warp pad caught up with Mike. Mike screamed. The pair scrambled to carry him inside Pac's house where Mike would reassemble Fit's arm and Pac would reassemble his man.

[fatherchicoliro]

when the sun came up i was looking at you; kiorgian

@brnparents

De verdade, quantos tornados poderiam realmente ter naquela cidade? Não deveriam ser muitos, certo? Ou sim? Gio nem tinha certeza, mas achava engraçado já ter vivido alguns nos seus anos de vida (que não eram tão poucos assim; não mais). Pelo menos dessa vez estava tudo bem. Sabia que Ash estava na casa dos Diggory e que Hayden estava na faculdade e mesmo que seu único filho tivesse sim algumas tendências a se colocar em perigo, o loiro gostava de pensar que ele tinha amadurecido durante seu tempo longe - precisava agradecer a Icarus novamente. Agora Stella... é, sim, Stella poderia ser um problema. Tinha certeza que ao sair de casa com Kath seu carro não estava na garagem, o que só podia significar que sua caçula estava dando uma voltinha. Pelo bem dela (e também pelo seu), Gio esperava que ela estivesse com Hui; sua filha estava muito mais calma desde que conheceu a morena - ele se perguntava se Stella um dia teria coragem de fazer qualquer coisa a respeito de sua paixão nada discreta, mas deixaria quieto por enquanto, mesmo que a filha nunca fizesse o mesmo por ele.

Observou Katherine andar de um lado para o outro - provavelmente tentando falar com a filha mais nova, e o pensamento o fez rir. Como podia uma menina de menos de 1,60 dar tanto trabalho? Se levantou, cercando a cintura da mulher com os braços e apoiando o queixo no ombro dela. "Ela deve estar bem, huh? Provavelmente está com a Hui, então na verdade está ótima!" Sorriu de forma brilhante, depositando um beijo na bochecha dela. "Por que não vamos dar uma volta nessa loja enorme? Estamos presos mesmo! Ah, você lembra de quando ficamos presos em um shopping? E eu dormi em uma banheira?" Perguntou rindo.

[will-york]

Legacy Part 2 // Self-Para

It wasn't until the sun was peaking through the window and he heard the birds singing outside that he knew he had actually managed to fall asleep. He had been pacing for hours after dinner, trying to distract himself with anything but nothing worked. He smiled to himself as he woke up with his phone still clutched in his hand as he thought about how he had actually fallen asleep. He hadn't expected Penny to reach out but she had and what had started as a text turned into a phone call where he told her all about how nervous he was. She shared her perspective, asked him all the right questions and before he knew it, he had finally relaxed. He had barely mumbled a goodbye before falling asleep on her and he felt his cheeks get hot at the thought of it. Her voice on the other end of the line had been calming and as he thought of her words of encouragement, he was finally able to push himself out of bed.

He put his phone to charge and made a cup of the shitty hotel room coffee. He had insisted on going on his own, staying at somewhere easy. But he wouldn't have been surprised if his father's had also found a place to stay nearby just in case. The thought made him laugh as he washed his face and combed his hair. He hummed to himself as he got dressed and once he was done, he sat on the edge of the bed and drank his coffee while flipping through the morning news.

He was supposed to meet her at a diner nearby at 10am. Her suggestion. It was neutral ground. She hadn't wanted him to feel uncomfortable going to her house right away. It was considerate, though Will wasn't eager about having the moment witnessed by other people. Still, it was only 7am and Will was already up and ready. He sighed as he turned off the TV, discarded his cup and then shrugged on his coat. He felt more at ease as he stepped out into the cool morning air as he walked through the parking lot. The town he had seen when he had driven in last night had seemed half alive, but now there were people out and about on the streets. School buses passing by on their way to pick up kids for school. It reminded him a little but of Tonopah Valley, just greyer and wetter.

He passed the time by getting himself a better cup of coffee and a pastry. He chatted with the barista there, asking questions about the town until the morning rush came in and he went back on his way. Time seemed to be moving so slowly but he made the most of it. He stopped in a nearby store and got something for a few of his friends. He knew Theo wouldn't accept not having at least a small souvenir. He sat on a bench for a little while and watched the birds fly by. He took deep breathes. He thought about texting Penny again but texted Lydia and Logan instead, smiling at his phone as they sent encouraging messages.

And finally, at 9:45, he got to the diner. He wondered if he was still too early. If she was a generally late person or if she might have already been waiting. But his question was answered as soon as he stepped into the diner and looked to his left.

She looked just like him. Or rather he looked just like her. She looked younger than she had in his mind, her hair much longer and when she stood as soon as she saw him, he saw how short shit was. It made him smile and he caught himself, his expression shifting as he started towards her. She seemed emotional already and he tried not to let that get to him as he looked at her. It was clear she wanted to hug him but he didn't know how to receive that.

She seemed to notice and took a seat and he followed.

They both laughed nervously as they greeted each other, avoiding eye contact as the waitress brought them coffee.

Thankfully, she spoke first. "I can't believe how big you are. So handsome, so tall. Just like your father." She caught herself at the admission and shook her head. "I'm not sure how to do this. I guess I should start with hi, I'm Elora. Your mother. I know you probably have so many questions, and I'd like to answer all of them. I'm so happy you're here. So happy," she told him and reached out to squeeze his hands.

Will swallowed thickly and looked down at their hands clasped together, not entirely sure how to feel about it but he didn't pull away. "Hi," he stared softly, finally looking up to meet her eyes. "I'm William. Your son." Both of their eyes seemed to be tearing and Elora gave Will's hands a pat.

"Now," she started, "How about we start at the beginning?"

[beyondedenton]

Final Night || Friday, 27th September, 1996 || Maximus + Arthur + Rune || Self-Para

Maximus could have lived another hour without hearing Arthur stomping about upstairs. He sipped at his coffee and flipped the page of his planner. The apartment was a mess. Forgotten shoes abandoned by the wall. Wine and martini glasses on nearly every table. Dried garlic olives on the grand piano. The fireplace, having never once felt the warmth of a fire, had every empty bottle from the apartment in its firebox. Someone tried to dress the sculpture of David in a lopsided top hat, dressed warmly in a scarf and coat over his shoulders. That was an exorcist’s handiwork. At least this time there wasn’t eyeshadow and a marker beard.

This was his job to clean, but that was nothing new. The thinning ritual cloth was already in his hand. He could multitask with the best of them, but more was required today. He finished assessing the events in cursive and turned, clawing three marks down the back of his hand as he whispered the memorized rote in Italian. Too much to do and too little time. Two perfect duplications of his image split from his shoulders.

“I want my name on Broadway!” came singing from the grand staircase. “I want my name in lights!”

“Your name is already in lights,” Maximus said into his coffee.

A man of six feet slid into the kitchen in dress socks, a pink rose between his teeth. Arms wide like a flailing bird. Of course, he wasn’t dressed. The sun had only just crept behind the Chrysler Building. It would be boxers and the disheveled button-down from the night before for the next hour.

Every curtain in the house had been drawn for the early bird. The catastrophe in the music and drawing room went largely unnoticed. It had been Maximus’ day off, and his duplicates were already twenty toes to the ground.

Arthur leaned against the counter. His eyeliner was beginning to bleed, but his smile was as bright as ever. The tip of the floribunda was caressed over the demon’s cheek.

“I think I’m in love.”

“That would explain the rose.”

“I’ll never so much as look at another woman if you marry me.” There was a bygone quickness to his speech. A remnant of his career as a radio announcer that made his voice so addictive.

Maximus continued jotting notes in his book, unfazed. There was nothing the Toreador could do to shock him anymore, much less surprise him enough to look up. Nothing recently.

“When pigs fly.”

The flower was smacked over his head. “Who’s coming tonight?”

“You’ve invited everyone, so, everyone.”

“Carol, Carol What’s-her-name – “

“Vanderbilt.”

“She’s a dizzy of a dame. I want her upstairs at 10 o’clock. I don’t want her work anywhere else.”

Another note for the book, for Arthur’s benefit. He wouldn’t be worth his salt with a forgetful mind.

“That Berger woman was back.”

Arthur winced and looked away. “What now?”

“She said she wanted to see you, said it was important. She gave me her card.”

A noise was sucked through his teeth. “No. I don’t make deals with demons.”

His demonic servant looked up and blinked.

“The house is too quiet,” came a voice from the stairs. Arthur’s face came alight and mischievous. Felix Rune, local exorcist, and Arthur’s little obsession for the past decade. The rose was returned to his mouth as he scrambled from the room.

“Felix! My love! It’s a full moon tonight!”

“No! No!” There was a tussle at the bottom of the stairs Maximus didn’t want to be involved with. He finished his coffee and rinsed his cup.

“Ow! You frog! No magic!”

With one duplicate gathering debris and the other setting the rooms to rights, Maximus negotiated around the wrestling mayhem blocking the stairs.

“You’re expected at 7 PM.”

Arthur, thoroughly defeated, saluted his secretary’s back. “You shred it, wheat!”

The mage straddling his ribs panted, fists shaken loose. Strawberry blond hair blocked his view of the demon’s retreating figure. He was a stark contrast to Arthur’s all-white attire, covered in silver jewelry and black fingernails.

“Where’s my coat?” asked Rune.

“On the David,” called Maximus.

“Where’s Rhys?” Arthur countered.

“He got called away,” Rune’s voice reached the top floor. “Left before sunrise.”

Maximus wasn’t paying attention. Evaluating the conversation he’d just had while changing his suit. By the mirror he stood, staring at the buttons leading to his collar, wondering why the vampire looked away at the mention of Ruth Berger. She wasn’t the first unwelcome patron of Hudson & Luca. What she was, was insistent. It wasn’t like Arthur to close his mouth to gossip. His silence was unnerving.

Gothic rock blared from the downstairs stereo. More bickering. Soon Arthur was on the piano, attempting the melody from Rune’s chosen song.

He supposed he should be grateful for this life, but such peace made him long for the life that had been stolen from him. It had been months since he had written letters to a ghost. Perhaps after the showing tonight. And then tomorrow he might persuade his master to explain what it was a crossroads demon wanted with the art gallery.

[demiurgic-warrior-chael]

Point of No Return || Michael and Trainer || Self Para

Michael wasn't sure how many days had passed but some of the wounds from hell had faded and only scars remained. Some of them hadnt been to his mortal being and there were no signs of them unless you looked into his flickering eyes and animalistic behavior. He had changed but not in the way that had been expected, even by him.

Michael knew he would be someone else when the month was over but he hadn't expected who he was now.

Michael was going to stand again as Gods greatest warrior, even if it was just as a regular angel. He was going to step back up, dust himself off, drag whatever limbs the enemy had broken and fight.

He glared at the back of the antichrist's head as Aaron prepared something for him to eat. When Aaron turned around he offered the plate of food and Michael hit it across the room.

The slap fell on him before the plate even clattered to the floor.

Some days were better. They had conversations and came to agreements. Aaron was a reasonable man, an honorable man in some ways, but he had a job to do and Michael could respect that.

Aaron picked him up and sat him back on the window seat he had fallen from, giving him a second plate. As Michael started down at it, Aaron ran a knuckle across Michaels cheek. When he pulled the hand away it was glistening with blood Michael didn't know he had shed.

Adrenaline coursed through him as Aaron put the blood in his mouth. Aaron had already almost drank him dry twice now.

"I want to make a deal with you." Michael blurted out.

Aaron tilted his head and licked his lips, the hairs on the back of Michaels neck stood on end as all his senses screamed danger. He hated this mortal body. He wondered how it would react to Adramelech now.... Or Mark.

"Let me get a seat." Aaron said quietly. He went to the living room and came back with said chair, sitting in it backwards, straddling it so he could rest his chin on his arms on the back of the chair.

If it weren't for knowing and those unnaturally white eyes, one could almost believe Aaron was just a normal man. A soft and caring normal man. He had learned how to blend in so well.

Michael put the plate aside, he didn't even register what food he had been given.

"Your wings is nearly completely healed again." Aaron said, trying to get him talking again.

"That's part of what I want to deal over." Michael grimaces at the quiver in his voice. He had faked it so many times during torture but he never experienced involuntary trembling before.

"Mark?" He asked quietly.

"I want to fight him, kill him if I can, without your interference." Michaels voice became steady as he finally met Aaron's eyes," And I want at least one chance to fight him one on one. Somewhere that others won't know they need to interfere."

"So whenever it comes to blows you want me to step back and let it happen? I won't be able to stop him killing you either." Aaron stated. The sun started to set behind him out the window, casting shadows around the house. He wasn't used to mortal eyes, his vision was so poor.

"I just want to fight him. Get it over with. I'm tired of just words with him." Michael held his hands out, palm up in a shrug.

"He will slaughter you. You're not an archangel anymore." Aaron said with a slightly raised eyebrow. Even when they weren't glowing with emotion, in the shadows his eyes shimmered slightly, unnaturally.

"That comes to my second ask in the deal." Michael held up two fingers, hating how frail they looked.

"What do you even have to offer me?" Aaron said with a shrug of his shoulders. Now the sun was far enough down his eyes were the only things Michael could fully make out.

"Let me finish and I will tell you. Please?" He asked quietly, not even sure what he had was enough for any of this.

"Alright, you have my attention. Go ahead." Aaron waved his hand absently but the gesture made Michael flinch. He hated this body and it's reactions.

"I need Kayla's grace."

Aaron busted out laughing and the sound was so loud after their hushed conversation that he almost fell from the window seat. He gripped the edge with white knuckles.

"Why would I give you all of your power back?" Aaron said, continuing to laugh.

"Because I will give you my full devotion. Anything you ask of me short of denouncing God, is yours. Personally. I do anything you want, not hell or Adramelech. Just you. Your personal weapon or slave or whatever you need me to be."

Trainer raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Really? No catch? No gotcha. Whatever I command of you, you do? No questions?"

"No questions. Anything you say I do." He nodded, hugging his knees,"Except denounce my father."

Aaron slowly stood and walked over, slowly kneeling in front of him to be at eye level. A shudder of fear rushed through him making him drop his eyes.

Aaron suddenly grabbed him by the face, forcing himself to look into those awful, white eyes.

"Deal." Aaron whispered before kissing him harshly.

Michael whimpered, the force frightening him.

And his fear was warranted as Trainer harshly turned his face away, and bit harshly into his exposed throat, starting to drink from him harshly. Michael grabbed fist fulls of Trainers shirt in desperation as he started to see black spots in his vision. Eventually they took him over.

[willxmeyers]

this house doesn't feel like home. (self para) where: will and @lemielewis's house

The headlights of his car illuminated the darkened porch of Will and Lemie's house as he swung into their driveway. The sun had been taking longer and longer to set each day as summer arrived and it was well past dinnertime by the time he'd left Coral Cottage.

It was Lemie's day off, something that they usually planned accordingly so that they could spend the day together outside of their work environment. But Will was training their newest front desk attendant this week, something which had been going.. middlingly. It was just a summer job for some college student on break, hardly someone who's career aspiration was answering phones and welcoming guests, but she'd do for the time being. Working the front desk was a pretty easy gig once you got into the swing of it and Will considered himself a pretty lenient boss.

Throughout the day, Will had checked in but recieved no texts back from Lemie. It wasn't unheard of. If she was out and about, it wasn't as if she was glued to her phone and they'd always catch up when they were home together so it made little difference. He'd messaged that he was on his way home when leaving the cottage and the 5 minute drive home wasn't enough time to raise any alarm bells.

But as he exited the car, Will could just sense something amiss. Maybe it was just how bleak the house looked in the darkness. It was foreboding and hollow without the warmness that usually lit up the house from within. He took their front steps two at a time, keys in hand to unlock the door - only to find it unlocked. Closed, but unlocked. His brows pinched together in concern.

Lemie was sometimes forgetful, he told himself. Maybe she couldn't find her keys before leaving. It wasn't as if she drove so it might've been easier to just head out without them. The logical part of Will's brain was working overtime to ensure that the unsettling feeling inside him didn't sink too deep into his stomach.

But as he opened the hallway and turned on the light, the set of house keys were the first thing his dark eyes settled on and an ice cold shiver ran down his spine.

In a flash, Will's phone was in his hand, unlocking the screen and immediately being greeted by their conversation thread. His unanswered texts shone back, mocking him.

2:04pm Will: How are you going, my love? 5:31pm Will: She just told me she's never made a bed before. Will: Her mum has always done it for her.. she's in college? Does her mum still make her bed? So many questions 8:14pm Will: On my way home now x

Will fought against the sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach and called Lemie. Her voicemail greeted him, the sound of her recorded voice doing nothing to put him at ease. "Hey, it's Lemie. I'm probably ignoring you." The familiar beep sounded and he tried to keep his voice even as he spoke. "Hey Lem, where are you? I came home and you're not here.. are you at Lucky's? Just call me when your phone is back on, okay? Love you."

The trill of Paprika's bell alerted him to the cat's presence at the top of the stairs, stretching as if he'd just awoken. "Hey buddy," Will said, shutting the front door behind him. The ginger cat meowed as if in response, the sight of their non-human son elevating a minor amount of stress. It gave no clue as to where Lemie was but at least their cat was still here. Making his way up the stairs to their bedroom, the feline rubbed against his leg once he'd reached the upper threshold.

Upon pushing their bedroom door open, it felt emptier somehow. Like they'd been burgled but all the culprits took where things like Lemie's phone charger, her suitcase that was still half unpacked from their trip to Italy and what looked like half the contents of her underwear drawer which was still hanging open.

Again, his mind tried to piece together a rational reasoning behind it all. Family emergency? Only Lucky and Lori constituted family enough for that and it wasn't unlike them to reach out directly to tell Will what was going on if it was a crisis. Maybe Cherry had her heart broken, yet again and needed a girl's night? But why would her phone be off? Why wouldn't she had said something? As much as he wanted to imagine it was some silly misunderstanding, despite whatever reasonings his mind could create, a deep, dark voice prevailed. It sounded suspiciously like his father.

She's left you.

As if manifesting it into existence, Will spotted a slightly crumpled piece of paper on her side of the bed. From how Paprika skulking around it like a hunter circling its prey, it was likely he'd been playing with it for however long it had been there.

Will felt himself sit on the edge of the bed, eyes glued to the piece of paper with only two words written on it. He read it over and over as if doing so would reveal more to it, a clue as to what might have happened. But nothing came to him.

In Lemie's familiar scrawl, 'I'm sorry' was all that was written.