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Swept Away | Chapter 3: Go with the Flow

Pairing: sugardaddy!Joel Miller x f!reader

Chapter Summary: You get to know the other hotel moguls and their partners a bit more at a lavish cocktail party, and things begin to heat up between you and Joel.

Chapter Warnings: language, angst, sexual tension, flirting, sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamics, smutty thoughts, alcohol and food consumption

WC: 8.4K

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He tipped me.

Yay! How much?

I don't know, I didn't open it.

Why???

You stared down at your phone, Celine's words jumping out at you from the screen. It was a good question. Why didn't you open it? You could tell yourself it didn't matter how much it was. It wasn't like you were spending your own money for the next month, anyway. But when you looked over at the nightstand where the envelope still sat untouched, you knew deep down why you didn't open it.

I don't know, guess it took me by surprise or something

You heard a light tap on your bedroom door and you looked up from your phone. "Yeah?"

"You're up. Good," Joel's muffled voice said from the other side. "Wanted to see if you were hungry."

I gotta go get ready for breakfast, I'll call you later

Be safe!

"Ten minutes!" you called back to him before flicking your comforter off and hurrying to your closet to pick out something to wear. You settled on a pair of wide leg linen pants and a light pink sleeveless top that showed just a sliver of your midsection. There were too many accessories to choose from so you did your best to keep it simple with a dainty chain necklace and pink pearl earrings, then tossed your phone and other belongings into a white purse before swinging your door open and heading down the hall. At the last second, you turned around and grabbed the envelope of cash, tucking it into the bottom of your bag for safekeeping.

You stopped in the bathroom to put on a tiny bit of makeup and a quick brush of your teeth before running your fingers through your hair with a shrug. After meeting Glenn, you felt a lot less pressure to conform and give the appearance of some wealthy socialite and instead, leaned into the relaxed beach vibe he exuded.

"Morning," you said breathlessly when you finally entered the living room. Joel was sitting in the middle of the couch, one ankle casually resting on his knee, legs spread wide and looking completely at ease as he stared down at his phone. He pocketed the device when he heard your voice and stood up, eyes drifting down once to look at your clothes and giving you an appraising nod. If it were any other man standing before you essentially giving you his unsolicited opinion on your choice of outfit, you would have had a few unladylike things to say. But when Joel did it, something inside you preened at his approval.

"Mornin'," he answered, and when he brushed past you to walk towards the door, you caught a whiff of mint and fresh soap mixed with the scent of his hair product.

Fuck, he smelled good.

"What are we doing today?" you asked as you trailed after him.

"Thought we'd settle in, get somethin' to eat, then we got pretty much all afternoon free before headin' over to Glenn's house."

"Oh, we're going to his home?" you asked, stepping on the elevator once the doors opened. He nodded and tapped the button for the second floor, where you remembered seeing some shops and restaurants advertised.

"Yeah, invited all of us over for cocktails by his pool. Supposed to have a beautiful place," he said, shoving his hands in his pockets and staring up at the numbers above the door tick lower.

There were only two restaurants open that served breakfast, so Joel picked the one that had open seating on the patio. The hostess led you both to a table attached to a bright red umbrella fluttering in the wind that had an absolutely breathtaking view of the ocean.

"I don't think I'll ever get sick of this," you said dreamily while Joel flipped through the menu, his sunglasses perched on the tip of his nose. He just grunted in response and kept his eyes lowered. In fact, you were beginning to think he was avoiding looking at you most of the morning. You tilted your head to the side and reached an arm across the table, tapping a finger on the wood to get his attention.

"Hm?" he said, still looking down.

"Everything okay? Did you sleep alright?"

"Slept fine."

You pressed your lips into a thin line before giving up and opening the menu with a sigh. When the server came to get your order, all you asked for was coffee and some eggs with fruit. Handing the menu over to her before she left with a smile, you looked back across the table at Joel. Once again, his phone was hidden from view. A habit you were beginning to notice happened with meals, but you almost wished he had it out because it would have been better than the thick silence that hung between you.

"So, you said we had the afternoon. Did you want to go to the beach? Or maybe-"

"I gotta work," he said abruptly, and you felt your heart sink a little.

"Oh, right, of course. Sorry."

You thought you saw guilt flicker across his face for a brief moment before he cleared his throat and looked out towards the crashing waves on the shoreline.

"You could go to the beach. Don't lemme stop you."

"What? No, no, I'll hang back. Maybe just take a dip in the pool, unpack a little bit. I'm still a little jet lagged, anyway," you found yourself saying. It wasn't even true, but the thought of going to the beach alone sounded boring.

"There's a spa in the hotel. Massages, facials, that kinda stuff. Whatever you want just bill it to the room."

"Oh... okay. Maybe, yeah," you stammered. He was utterly confusing you. He wasn't acting like the Joel who was pinching your chin in the clothing store or gazing at you with admiration over dinner last night. It felt like you were back at square one and you had no idea what happened.

Once your food arrived, you ate in relative silence. You spent most of the meal taking in the scenery and people watching the other guests staying at the hotel. It wasn't until your plates were cleared when you noticed a familiar face.

You straightened up in your chair and, without thinking, reached a hand out to rest gently on Joel's forearm. His muscles tensed under your touch but you didn't pull away. Instead, you leaned forward, eyes still focused somewhere over his shoulder.

"Isn't that Zachary?"

Joel twisted around to look and groaned before turning back to you.

"Must be stayin' here, too."

You watched as Zoe arrived moments later wearing a long, flowing patterned dress with a deep neckline, showing a generous amount of cleavage, and sporting a large sun hat and oversized sunglasses. She slid them down and glanced around, almost immediately catching your eye and tossing you a flirty wave. You smiled and let go of Joel's arm, not noticing how he retracted it under the table after, and waved back.

"They're coming this way."

"Shit."

He pushed his sunglasses on and ran his fingers through his hair just as they approached your table.

"Miller," Zachary said gruffly by way of greeting, clapping Joel on the shoulder. He glanced up and forced a friendly smile for them both.

"Mornin'."

"Heard you were staying here. Got the two bedroom villa, huh? Expecting company?"

Joel frowned and shook his head. "How'd you know that?"

"Owner's a buddy of mine," he said, tapping the side of his nose with a mischievous grin.

"I tend to travel heavy. Joel wanted to get me the extra space for all my things," you told Zachary, your voice dripping with sweetness as you shot Joel what you hoped was a look of adoration.

"How thoughtful of you, Joel," Zachary said, but you could tell by the tone of his voice that he wasn't very sincere. "Looking forward to drinks later. You're both coming, right? Or do you gotta hang back and work?"

Your eyes darted back and forth between the two men, trying to get a read on the sudden tension and where it stemmed from, but you were lost.

"Nope. We'll both be there."

Joel's voice was curt, fingertips tapping on the table, quite clearly wishing he would leave. Zachary got the hint and looked Zoe's way.

"C'mon, darling. Let's get you something to eat. Kept you up way too late last night," he murmured with a wink. She smiled sweetly at him and when they both turned to head back to their table, she waved to you again.

"See you tonight!" she said brightly over her shoulder, seemingly unbothered by the awkwardness you both just witnessed.

Once they were both out of earshot, you gave Joel a look.

"That last comment was kind of gross."

Joel sighed and stood up. "Yeah, that's Zachary for you."

You scrambled to stand and joined him as you walked through the restaurant, back to the elevators, giving the pair one more friendly wave before disappearing from view.

"Do you guys not get along or something?" you asked once you were safely inside the elevator alone. Joel shrugged and kept his eyes on the numbers ticking away above the door.

"End of the day, they're all competition. It's all a game."

It felt like more than that, but you let it go.

Silently, you followed him back to the villa. Once inside, you busied yourself in the kitchen, weighing your options for the day while he set up a laptop on the dining room table. You didn't want to be in his way, but you didn't feel much like exploring on your own just yet. The exterior wall of the living room was completely made of glass, giving you both a spectacular view of your pool and the ocean beyond. He had logged into work and was getting settled at the table when you finally decided to spend the day at the gorgeous, private pool just outside. As you headed in the direction of your room, you glanced over your shoulder, about to tell him of your intentions, but he had already slipped in a pair of earbuds.

That was fine. He would be able to see you from his seat at the table if he wondered where you went.

When reviewing your options for bathing suits, you were shocked to find six different choices. Who on earth would need more than two? But you shrugged and decided on a simple black bikini, changing quickly and applying some sunscreen before finding a sheer green coverup amongst your things and slipping it over your shoulders. Rifling through your duffel bag, you found a book, your headphones, and your own sunglasses, all of which you brought with you before opening the glass door leading from your bedroom to the patio outside.

There was a white linen pergola next to the pool with two lounge chairs and a cabinet underneath. You picked a chair and put your things down before opening the cabinet to find a towel and some bottles of water. The amenities in the hotel were outstanding and you found yourself still struggling to get used to it. Everywhere you turned, you had everything you could possibly need. Is this really how the other half lived?

You slipped your coverup off, tossing it on top of your phone, and ran the tips of your fingers underneath the band of your bikini bottoms, straightening out the fabric and making sure you had coverage before timidly stepping towards the pool. Even from this distance you could hear laughter and music filtering from the beach, the sounds of summer and joy bringing a smile to your face as you dipped a toe into the pool. It shouldn't have come as a surprise when you realized the pool was heated to the perfect temperature, so you glided right in, submerging yourself underwater and popping back up with a refreshing gasp.

If Joel wanted to work the whole time you were there, then that was his choice. You knew in all likelihood you wouldn't ever get an opportunity like this again, and you were determined to enjoy it.

He was supposed to be working. In fact, he was supposed to be paying attention while the head of finance went over the last quarter's numbers on his laptop screen via video call, but instead he found his eyes drifting to the massive window overlooking the pool. Every time you emerged from the water, your body slick and that skimpy bikini stuck rather obscenely to your skin, he couldn't stop himself from staring. Thank Christ the windows were tinted.

"Joel?"

His eyes dragged back to the laptop and he cleared his throat. "Sorry, WiFi's a little spotty."

"No problem. I said we made record profits last quarter and we should be in a strong financial position to expand without requiring any loans."

"Fantastic," Joel replied, his eyes darting briefly to the window, swallowing hard when you took a break to drink some water. You tipped your head back and closed your eyes, your soft lips wrapping around the plastic of the bottle. He felt his cock twitch and he forced his eyes back to the screen. This whole arrangement with you was proving to be a lot more challenging than he expected. He was doing his best to pull away from you and create some distance, but it wasn't working.

"What's the word out there? Think you got a shot at this piece of land?"

Joel shrugged and leaned back in his chair. "Too early to say, but if I had to guess, it'll come down to me or Scott."

"Well, good luck, sir."

"Thanks. We'll talk next week."

Joel exited the meeting and the room was filled with silence once again. Emails popped up in the corner of his screen and he managed to focus for a couple hours, one call from HR in particular distracting him from looking at you, but around lunchtime he found his gaze wandering again. You were laid out on your lounge chair reading, legs stretched out, looking sunkissed and relaxed.

With a sigh, he looked down at his watch then stood up. Strolling to the kitchen, he picked up the phone attached to the wall while thumbing through the room service menu. He ordered a couple items for you to share before heading to his bedroom to find his swim trunks.

He never takes a break that doesn't involve clients, so what the hell? Just this once.

By the time he emerged from his bedroom and stepped out onto the patio, you had slipped back into the pool. You were gazing out towards the ocean with your chin resting on the backs of your hands as you leaned up against the edge of the infinity pool. When you heard his door close, you turned to look at him in surprise.

"Hey," you said happily, gaze flickering down his bare chest quickly before locking eyes with him again.

"Mind if I join you?"

You grinned and shook your head. "Not at all."

He tossed his sunglasses and the shirt he had clutched in his hand onto the other lounge chair, realizing for the first time he forgot his phone back inside, but he shrugged it off. He didn't need it anyway. Work could wait an hour.

"Feels nice," he said once he walked all the way into the pool, the water stopping just underneath his collarbone.

"Sure beats the above ground pool I had growing up," you joked.

"Hell, at least you had one."

"True," you sighed, wading over to a built in seat in the deep end so you could rest. "Got me in trouble a few times, though."

Joel quirked an eyebrow and slowly walked over, joining you on the other end of the seat. It gave you both the perfect view of the ocean. "What kinda trouble?"

You giggled and shook your head. "You know. Inviting my friends over to swim when I wasn't supposed to." You paused before quietly adding, "swimming with boys in the middle of the night."

"Boys?" Joel chuckled in surprise.

"Well, not boys. One boy. A boy."

He hummed and glanced at you. "Someone special?"

You shrugged, gaze still pinned on the ocean. "I guess at the time he was. He was my next door neighbor growing up."

"What happened?"

"He went away to college, I eventually moved out to LA, we just lost touch. I think he was my first real love."

For some inexplicable reason, Joel felt his chest grow tight. He rubbed it absentmindedly, refusing to give it too much thought.

"What about you?" you asked, tilting your head towards him. "Who was your first love?"

"Who says I had one?" he countered without even thinking. Now it was your turn to be surprised.

"You've never been in love?"

His eyes dragged down your face before taking a deep breath and looking away, already regretting sharing too much. "Been busy."

You laughed softly to yourself and shook your head.

"What?" he frowned.

"Nothing. I just don't think love checks with your schedule. When it happens, there's no stopping it, whether you like it or not, whether it's convenient or not."

The corner of his mouth twitched. "Pretty profound."

You locked eyes and gave him an endearing smile. "I can be surprising."

"Oh, I'm very aware," he replied, his gaze dropping down briefly to look at the distorted image of your body through the water, then quickly met your eye again. "Nice suit, by the way."

Your cheeks instantly felt hot as you bit your lip and shyly looked away. "Thank you. You bought it."

"I have good taste."

"I think that's been established."

Shit. You were cute. And quick. But he already knew that.

"Wanna tell me what it's like?" he asked lowly, and you felt your breath hitch. "Bein' in love?"

"Oh, I don't want to spoil the surprise for you."

"I made it this far, ain't sure it's in the cards for me," he said, a smile pulling at his lips.

"I wouldn't count you out just yet," you replied softly.

He stared at you, your words hanging heavy in the air, as he struggled to formulate a response. Something about the way you were looking at him made him open his mouth before his brain had a chance to catch up. He was seconds away from telling you too much, from breaking one of his rules, from letting you in, but fortunately the door to the living room slid open, dissolving the tension in an instant.

"Mr. Miller? Room service."

You both turned your heads towards the two attendants holding silver trays with matching polished domed lids on top.

"Put them over there," he directed, pointing to the pergola. They nodded in unison and carefully placed the trays down, lifting the lids off with white gloves, and disappeared back inside.

"Thank you!" you called after them before the door closed. Your eyes drifted back to him but you could see the moment was over. When the living room door opened, Joel's door shut.

"Got us somethin' to eat," he explained, nodding in the direction of the pergola.

"That was thoughtful, thank you."

He spent another ten minutes outside with you, nibbling on assorted meats, cheeses and fruits until he stood with a groan, announcing he had work to get back to, and reminded you to be ready to leave by six that evening.

You nodded and bit the inside of your cheek as you watched him slip back inside his room to change, convinced more than ever that there was a good man hidden underneath all that armor, you just had to keep chipping away.

"I'll need to thank your assistant one day. Whoever they are, I gotta admit, they did a good job," you told Joel in the back of the private car that was taking you to Glenn's estate. You smoothed down the fabric of your bright yellow sundress, loving the way it hugged your curves and made your skin glow.

"Did you ever have any doubt?" he asked, sliding his sunglasses down his nose so he could look at you over the top. You grinned and shrugged.

"Maybe."

You found yourself growing excited for the evening ahead. Even though you knew it was all an act, that Joel was paying you to pretend to be someone you're not, you found yourself enjoying it more than you thought. But shamefully you especially enjoyed the way Joel acted around you when others were present. You liked his touch and his smile as opposed to the closed off version you had been stuck with the remainder of the afternoon. He was utterly confusing and his mood shifts were giving you whiplash, but at least you knew what to expect at Glenn's house that evening.

"You think you'll be alright on your own for a bit tonight?" he asked as if he somehow read your mind, dashing all your hopes at seeing that softer side of him again.

"Sure," you answered timidly.

"Good. Wanna try to get some one on one time with Glenn, make some progress with 'em."

"Of course."

You looked out the window, heart suddenly deflated. If it was apparent you were disappointed, he wouldn't have even noticed. Per usual, he was staring down intently at his phone, hardly sparing you a glance the rest of the ride.

The car dropped you off in front of a huge, sprawling manor built right on the coast. In the distance, you could see the twinkling lights from other resorts, but Glenn managed to carve out his own little private paradise smack dab in the middle of tourist country.

"This is beautiful," you said breathlessly as you gazed up at the Mediterranean-style architecture surrounded by palm trees and exotic florals. It was dusk and the outside of the house and gardens were lit up with gorgeous ambient lighting, set on the backdrop of a deep purple and pink sky.

"C'mon," was all Joel said, nodding towards the stone walkway, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his khakis. You hurried to catch up with him while your head tilted back to admire the outdoor chandeliers hanging high above the front entrance.

It appeared you arrived just after everybody else. As you walked through the foyer towards the kitchen, you could hear pleasantries and welcomes being exchanged, along with drink orders and details on what hors d'oeuvres were being served.

At the last moment you wrapped a hand around the inside of Joel's elbow, but his hand stubbornly remained in his pocket.

"Ah, welcome!" Glenn bellowed when you stepped into the massive and meticulously kept kitchen. You tried not to gawk and did your best to act like you were around homes like that every single day and not, in fact, only familiar with them through reality TV and magazines.

You waved shyly and glanced quickly around the room while Joel led you to the bar. Already, the significant others had split off from their respective hotel moguls, laughing and sipping on drinks on the other side of the room.

Joel handed you a glass of wine with a warm smile that you couldn't help but return, then subtly cleared his throat, his eyes darting to the others across the room. You got the hint but before parting ways, you planted a kiss on his cheek. His stubble felt rough against your lips yet you felt a jolt in your stomach at the sensation, anyway. Wiping your lipstick from his tanned skin with your thumb, you turned to leave, pleased to feel his eyes on your back as you walked.

Zoe noticed you first. She waved excitedly and you waved back. Even if Joel couldn't stand Zachary, it was undeniable that Zoe's energy was infectious.

"Long time, no see," you joked, and she laughed. Your eyes trailed down her outfit and you shot her an envious look. "Love that dress," you added.

"Thanks! It's Valentino," then she cupped her hand around her mouth and whispered conspiratorially, "it's not even out yet."

"Wow!" you said enthusiastically, playing along as if you had some idea how important that was.

Tammy and Lynne were huddled around Ian as he showed them photos from his phone and it was at that point you realized the three of them had been icing Zoe out completely. Your brow furrowed slightly and you looked at her, trying to figure out if you were reading the room correctly, but she didn't give anything away. She was still babbling to you about her dress and the lengths Zachary went to in order to get it for her, seemingly unbothered. Tammy glanced over her shoulder at Zoe when she heard her gushing about her boyfriend and you picked up on the unmistakable disdain written all over her face before she quickly blinked it away with a tight smile after she noticed you looking in her direction.

Tammy turned around then and greeted you by name, interrupting Zoe, and stuck her hand out. "Please let me see that ring, I was dying to get a better look at it last night."

You shot Zoe an apologetic glance but she just smiled back as she sipped her martini, watching Tammy closely over her glass. You stuck out your hand and all four of them gasped and fawned all over your ring.

"How did he propose?" Ian asked.

You repeated the fake story, hoping you remembered everything and looked sincere enough as you spoke, and when you finished up you gazed down at the ring on your finger. It really was a beautiful ring.

"The beach, huh?" Tammy repeated, and you nodded. "Doesn't sound like Joel."

A jolt of panic shot through you like lightning. "What do you mean?"

She just shrugged. "I never took Joel for a beach guy."

"Well, he knows I love the beach. He did it for me," you told her defensively. It was ridiculous to feel so protective over a fake relationship but for some reason, you didn't like her tone. Besides, what did she know about Joel? Was she implying she knew him better somehow?

"Hm. How romantic," Tammy replied sweetly, but you still picked up on the undercurrent of distaste in her words.

"Yes, I agree. He's very romantic," you couldn't help but say. You wanted to wipe that snobby look off her face. She stared at you, that fake smile still stretched across her thin lips, and you stared right back, refusing to be the first to look away.

A sharp clap of laughter came from the men across the room, breaking the tension between the two of you. You shuffled your feet and glanced back at Zoe who was giving you an amused look from behind her glass. Maybe you read her all wrong. Maybe Zoe wasn't clueless after all.

Mary, Glenn's wife, emerged from the butler's pantry with a wide smile. Her eyes drifted around the room to make sure her guests were taken care of as she headed in the direction of your group.

"So sorry! Just a little situation with the caterers," she explained, clapping her hands together gleefully. "How about we all head outside?"

You agreed and followed her dutifully towards the courtyard where a magnificent in-ground pool with built in lights that made the water look almost purple was in the center of an extraordinary backyard. There were plenty of seating and lounging areas, as well as an outdoor bar complete with bartender standing at attention. Gorgeous string lights were draped above your heads and all around the courtyard, connecting at the various palm trees and casting the area with the perfect amount of mood lighting.

"Mary, this place is absolutely stunning," Lynne gushed with a hand pressed lightly against her flushed chest. Mary smiled her thanks.

"We've been working on making this place our dream home for so many years," she replied, "it's everything we've ever wanted."

It didn't take very long for you to become a little bored with hearing the details of how their architect imported tile from Rome or how she had some prestigious artist, a name you'd never heard before, paint a mural in their master suite, but you did your best to remain polite and engaged. However, when it became clear Ian, Lynne and Tammy were legitimately interested in her interior designer's "risky" idea for her dining room, you didn't feel so bad when you let your attention wander for a bit.

Your eyes drifted around the pool in search of someone with food as you tipped your glass back, finishing your wine. Then you locked eyes with Zoe, who appeared to also be losing interest. She gave you a small smile before tilting her head toward the bar and you both politely excused yourselves in search of more drinks.

"Can you imagine living somewhere like this?" she asked when you got out of earshot.

You chuckled and shook your head. "Never. I mean, LA is nice but it's just not the same. It's so... peaceful here."

"It really is," she sighed. You both leaned up against the bar and ordered refills when you heard the door open. You twisted around excitedly, assuming it would be Joel and the others, but it turned out to be three caterers, each holding a tray at chest level. Zoe waved them down and you inwardly sighed with relief when you each took a small smattering of what they had to offer.

"Thank god," you mumbled when you popped something in your mouth that you didn't recognize but at that point, you didn't care. "I was starting to think no one eats."

She giggled and covered her mouth. "They probably don't, but I sure as hell do."

You laughed and out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the others, aside from Mary, chose to decline the appetizers. "I mean, it's only polite, right?"

"Yeah, duh," Zoe answered before taking a bite of tuna tartare. "Mary'd be disappointed if no one ate. Kind of rude of the others when you think about it."

Your eyes widened and you glanced around, making sure the bartender was busy talking to another caterer and not paying attention before you spoke again. "I think that Tammy's kind of rude, regardless," you said softly, watching carefully for Zoe's reaction. She gasped dramatically as if you had committed blasphemy, then instantly dropped the act, giggling into her palm in agreement.

"Yeah, she's something alright," Zoe replied, looking once over her shoulder at the group. "You did good, though. Standing your ground, marking your territory. Still, you'd think she would be a little more subtle, considering."

You frowned and titled your head to the side. "Considering what?"

She eyed you coyly and winked. "Zach told me. Don't worry though, I won't say a word."

Your blood ran cold. Could she somehow know your relationship was all a lie? No, that wouldn't make sense. Still...

"What do you mean?"

She looked around and picked up her drink and food. "Let's go sit down."

You followed her over to a table with a semblance of privacy without looking like you were excluding yourselves. She brushed her hair off her shoulders and readjusted the straps on her dress before she continued. "He told me about Joel and Tammy. That they had an affair. You'd think after that song and dance last night about them being college sweethearts she would be a little more reserved or, god forbid, have some goddamn shame, but I guess not."

She looked down to scrape something questionable off a cracker while you tried to control your reaction to her news. How could Joel not tell you something this important? Was he crazy?

You swallowed the lump in your throat and steeled yourself, pretending you knew all along. "Does everyone know?"

She scoffed and shook her head. "Hell no. You think they'd be talking to her right now if they did?"

You breathed a sigh of relief but you still couldn't shake the tight feeling in your chest and the inexplicable anger you felt towards Tammy. Clenching your teeth, you took a deep breath in through your nose.

"That's good. Joel would freak if they knew."

She raised her eyebrows and nodded as she chewed and looked around. "Speak of the devil."

Your stunned gaze slid over to where she was looking, spotting the group of men exiting the house to join their partners, each of them carrying identical glasses of dark liquor. Joel's eyes found yours and he immediately could sense something was off. Then he looked at Zoe, his face unreadable before glancing back at you.

"C'mon, we should join them," she said.

Zoe stood up and you followed as if on autopilot.

"Maybe we can go to the spa one of these days? Get some lunch?"

"That sounds wonderful," you told her as you approached the rest of the group. She smiled and broke off to find Zachary, leaving you to face Joel alone.

"Everythin' alright?" he asked. He was smiling in case anyone looked your way but his tone was laced with concern. Worry.

"Yep," you said. You felt his hand brush against your lower back and your body stiffened. He frowned.

"You sure?"

"Mhm," you hummed, pressing your wine glass against your lips, looking anywhere but at him.

"Dad! Sorry we're late," a deep voice called from behind you. The guests turned around to find Trevor and Brooks, Glenn's oldest sons, step out into the courtyard.

"Boys! There you are!" Mary called happily. They took turns planting kisses on her cheek before shaking their father's hand and explaining some work emergency that held them up, but you couldn't stop noticing the way Brooks's fingers wiggled against his side. The longer you watched, the more you noticed. He was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, the energy rolling off him as his eyes darted around in search of alcohol or food or both.

Then they landed on you.

His gaze was dark and chilling, sending a shiver down your spine. You swallowed tightly and stepped a little closer to Joel, who was talking to Harry about some basketball team, completely oblivious to the way Brooks's eyes dragged appreciatively down your frame.

And just as quickly as it happened, he looked away.

Part of you wanted to tell Joel you weren't feeling well, that you wanted to leave, but you bit your tongue. You were there for a reason. You had to uphold your end of the deal. But everything about that evening made you feel uneasy and sick.

"Glenn invited us all to his yacht this weekend," Joel told you the following morning. He seemed happier than the day before. More upbeat. It should have made you happy, but you couldn't shake the dread that cloaked your shoulders since Zoe told you about Joel's affair, and then the look Brooks gave you right after. You had hardly slept, tossing and turning all night, unable to fully relax.

"Hey, you all good?"

"Huh?" you asked, sitting up straight in your chair and blinking the clouds from your eyes. "Oh, yeah, I'm good. You said a yacht?"

"Yeah. Two nights- you sure?" Joel asked, cutting himself off and leaning forward. "You were real quiet last night, too."

"Yeah, I'm just tired. Sorry," you said, waving him off and focusing on the fruit bowl in front of you.

"Don't need to be sorry," he mumbled. He wasn't really buying your excuse but he chose not to push you. "Why don't we stay in today if you're tired? Relax in the room or... whatever you wanna do."

You perked up at his suggestion. "Don't you have to work?"

He nodded and shrugged before leaning back in his chair. "I'm allowed to take a break."

You grinned and he could see the bad mood instantly leave your body. "Are you sure? I heard the CEO is a handful."

He tossed his head back and laughed, startling you with its rarity. "Oh, you got no idea," he replied. You felt your cheeks heat up so you dropped your gaze back to your breakfast, hiding your smile behind your fork. "You said you wanted to go to the beach, right?" he offered, and you quickly nodded.

"But if that's not your thing..." you trailed off, remembering Tammy's words from the night before.

"Who doesn't love the beach?" he replied before finishing his eggs and standing up. "I'm gonna go get ready, meet you out here in thirty," he said over his shoulder. You watched him leave with a little smile.

So maybe Tammy doesn't know Joel as well as she thought she did.

Once back in your room, you surveyed your bathing suit options. You already wore the black one, so you decided on a white bikini with a halter tie behind the neck and matching white bottoms that had a chunky, gold-toned chain which sat on either side of your hips. You slid it on and gawked in the mirror when you realized Joel's assistant accidentally left the tag on.

"Who the hell pays almost $200 for a fucking swimsuit?" you muttered under your breath before carefully removing it and tossing it in the trash. You liked the sheer green coverup from the day before, so you put that back on and began to pack a beach tote you found amongst the endless accessories purchased for you.

Once you made sure you had all your essentials, you tucked your sunglasses on top of your head and walked towards your door. When your left hand stretched out for the handle, you frowned as you looked down at your ring. You couldn't take that to the beach. You would never be able to relax, too afraid of losing it.

Knowing Joel had a safe in his room, you lightly rapped on his door.

"Yeah?"

"Can I put my- the ring in your safe?" you said, hoping he didn't notice your slip up.

"Sure."

For some reason, you assumed that meant it was clear to enter, so you opened the door and stepped through. Your eyes bugged out of your head when you realized he was still changing, your heart practically leaping out of your chest with embarrassment.

"Oh, god, I'm sorry!" you said, shielding your eyes and backing out of the room quickly. You heard him say something but you couldn't hear him over the curses you were spitting to yourself, so you hurried into the living room and began to pace around nervously, desperately trying to wipe the image from your memory.

Oh, god, he was going to be so pissed. Just when you had him back in a sweet mood, you went and did something so fucking stupid and in all likelihood, ruined the entire day.

When Joel entered the living room, you were chewing on your nail nervously, still pacing around until you noticed him and skid to a stop.

"Joel, I'm so sorry-"

"Nothin' to be sorry 'bout," he said with a smirk. "Ready to go?"

He could have knocked you over with a feather as you stood there, blinking rapidly and trying to keep up.

"Y-yeah, I'm ready," you stammered, swiveling around to grab your tote, then jogged to catch up with him. "Wait! The ring, I never-"

"Oh, right," he said, turning around and holding his hand out. You twisted it off and gave it to him. While he took the ring back to his room, it afforded you a few more seconds to come to terms with what just transpired in the last ten minutes.

Before he joined you again, you had given yourself a mental pep talk: everything was fine, you didn't even see anything, and he wasn't mad.

Well, you saw something, but you weren't going to dwell on that.

The awkwardness only lingered in your system for thirty minutes or so. When you arrived at the beach and felt the warm sand underneath your feet, you immediately felt at ease.

"Lemme ask you somethin'," Joel said after setting down his frozen drink next to yours. Of course, he had bought a private cabana for the afternoon so you were each lounging on your chairs in the shade with silent fans aimed at each of you, spritzing you with a cool mist, keeping you perfectly comfortable in the tropical heat.

"Shoot."

"That story you told Glenn - 'bout me askin' you to marry me," he said, sitting up a bit to stretch. "That what you always wanted? You want someone to propose on the beach?"

You thought about it for a moment. "I don't know," you told him honestly. "I tried to think of the most romantic thing possible and it just popped into my head. I mean, I wouldn't mind it," you chuckled, brushing your hair from your neck.

"Well, when you were growin' up, how did you imagine it?"

"I-"

You cut yourself off, his question taking you off guard.

"I don't know if I ever thought about it."

He cocked his head to the side curiously. "Really? Hopeless romantic like yourself never fantasized 'bout it?"

You threw your head back and laughed, the sound instantly bringing a smile to his own face.

"I wouldn't call myself a hopeless romantic."

He tsked and picked his drink back up. "Yeah, you are."

You scoffed and shot him an agitated look. "What?"

"Whether you realize it or not, you are," he replied matter-of-factly. "No one comes up with those stories off the cuff without havin' a little soft spot for romance."

Your scowl melted into a grin. How was he so good at reading you? And why couldn't you do the same to him?

"How about you? When you-"

"Wanna go for a dip?" he asked, cutting you off as he stood to tug his shirt over his head. Your mouth went dry when you saw his bare chest and back, and then your gaze instinctively dropped. You instantly recalled walking in on him that morning and you had to tear your eyes away before he could see how flustered you were, but it was too late. Joel noticed everything.

"Yeah, sure," you mumbled, standing to shed your cover up. When you turned back to him you had to suppress your smirk at the way his eyes greedily drank you in.

It felt like the playing field leveled once again.

The moment you stepped out from under the protection of the cabana, the heat engulfed you both. Just the short walk to the shore made the back of your neck sweat and you couldn't wait to slip into the crystal blue water to cool down.

"This place doesn't seem real," you confessed to Joel as you waded slowly into the ocean with a ridiculous smile stretched across your face.

"Just imagine the kind of money one of these resorts rakes in," he replied before leaping forward into the water so the only skin that was exposed were his shoulders on up.

Joel didn't like to share much about his private life, that much you knew for certain, but one thing he always seemed open to talking about was work.

"If you win the lot, would this be your most successful hotel?"

He nodded and tilted his head back, eyes sliding closed as he basked in the sun's hot rays. "It would put The Parador on the map, open up countless possibilities."

"Oh, so no pressure or anything," you joked. Your foot grazed against something hard in the sand and you looked down, squinting through the water, then gasped.

"What?"

"Look!" you said excitedly, pointing down. His eyes followed your finger and he frowned.

"I don't see nothin'."

"The seashells! They're pink!"

He chuckled and shook his head. "Pink seashells, huh?"

"Yes!" you squeaked as you tried and failed to pluck one out of the sand with your toes. Joel sighed dramatically and gently pushed you back.

"What are you-"

He took a deep breath and plunged under the water, making you giggle as you watched him dig a few seashells out before popping back up. He shook his head like a wet dog, flinging water droplets at you and making you shriek before he triumphantly brought his hand up from underneath the water and gave you your prize.

"Oh, my hero," you gushed before carefully picking up each one to examine them closer. "Thank you, Joel."

"You're welcome, sweetheart."

Sweetheart. Your smile grew wider but you hoped he just attributed it to the seashells you were so fixated on. Realizing you had nowhere to put them without going back to the beach, you turned away so you could shove them into the cups of your bikini. You heard a deep chuckle behind you and you looked at him over your shoulder.

"I don't wanna get out!"

He laughed a little louder, the sound beginning to grow on you. He looked so young and relaxed, bobbing up and down in the ocean with his hair slicked back while the sun warmed his already tanned skin.

Turned out Tammy was wrong: Joel was a beach guy.

"I just think it's funny you're bein' so modest after you got an eyeful of me earlier," he told you, his eyes sparkling. You felt your chest and neck grow hot and you shook your head with shame.

"I'm so sorry, I swear I didn't see anything."

He cocked an eyebrow at you. "Don't lie."

You swallowed the lump in your throat, heart skipping a beat as you struggled with a response.

"Okay, I might have seen just a little bit," you confessed softly, looking anywhere but at him as you floated around, allowing the waves to push and pull your body ever so slightly.

"Ouch," he winced, and you forced yourself to meet his gaze. "Little, huh?"

"Oh, god," you groaned, burying your face in your wet hands. "That's not what I meant."

He laughed heartily, enjoying your embarrassment far too much. "I'm just messin' with you."

You splashed him angrily but couldn't stop yourself from grinning. Why couldn't he be like this all the time? This version of him was so sweet, so intoxicating that you found yourself craving it and trying to find ways to bring it out of him more. So you decided to be brave and match his energy, just a little bit. Just to see what he would do.

"You're right. Little wasn't the right word."

He raised his eyebrows in shock and the smile slipped from his face. You thought you made a mistake and already you were scrambling to apologize, but then his gaze darkened and you felt his hand brush against your hip under the water.

"That so?" he said huskily, his tone sending a shiver down your spine and your heart to beat wildly in your chest. You bit your lip and nodded, not putting much confidence in your voice as he inched even closer. You could smell his sunscreen mixing with the salt from the water and the heat of the sun, the entire combination making you feel a little lightheaded. His eyes flickered over your shoulder briefly before you felt his other hand on your waist. "Shit, Zachary 'n Zoe are watchin' us."

Using it as an excuse, you draped your arms around his neck and hummed, pulling yourself so close that your noses were practically touching.

"Suppose we should act like we're madly in love, then."

His fingers pressed harder into your skin as he stared at your mouth, his breathing becoming shallow when your lips parted.

"S'pose we should."

When he pressed his mouth against yours, it was so delicate and soft it made you wonder if he was nervous. The thought excited you and you let your body melt against his. You already felt weightless in the water but the way his lips massaged yours made you feel like you might just float away.

His tongue swiped against your lower lip and you immediately granted him access, opening your mouth a little wider to allow him to deepen the kiss. You both knew you were playing with fire but neither of you stopped to consider it. He tasted too good: like sea salt and the coconut from his drink and it was making you ache for more. Your fingers dragged through the wet curls on the back of his head as his tongue danced with yours, both of you completely forgetting where you were and getting lost in the moment.

A small wave crashed into you, splashing you both with warm sea water and causing you to pull away with a gasp. You dragged in a few deep breaths but his lips drifted to your chin, nibbling and biting along the length of your jaw. You forced your eyes to open, surprised to find you had floated around so you could now see the beach from over his shoulder.

"I don't see Zachary or Zoe."

He froze, his lips still pressed wetly against the sensitive spot below your ear and you felt him smirk. He leaned back and gave you a guilty look. "Huh."

"Huh?" you repeated, and he twisted around to scan the shore.

"Coulda sworn I saw 'em..." he said, scratching his chin and trying to hide his smile. You gasped and shoved his shoulder, pushing him away with a laugh.

"Liar," you teased.

He shrugged and kicked his legs up so he could float on his back. "Guess we'll never know."

"You're unbelievable," you told him, attempting to sound annoyed but you knew your voice held no conviction. He just grinned and closed his eyes with a sigh. You followed his lead and leaned back so you could float, your body rising and falling with each soft wave while you ignored the arousal that flared between your legs. Looking out towards the sea, you spotted various boats speckling the skyline.

"So a yacht, you said?"

"Mhmm. Two days. If you get seasick, I got pills that'll help."

"What are we going to do for two days?" you asked.

"Eat. Drink. Jet-ski. Maybe check out some small islands or somethin'," he replied, eyes still peacefully shut.

"So we're sleeping on this yacht?"

He cracked one eye opened and looked at you. "Yep," he answered. You swallowed and looked back towards the beach.

"That means we'll have to share a bed," you said, feeling ridiculous for being so nervous at the prospect when his tongue was practically down your throat moments ago.

"That a problem?"

You shook your head. "Of course not."

He smiled and closed his eyes again. "Good."

Shit. You were in trouble.

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sorryimananti-romantic · 1 year

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Ateez as Dads-

collab with loren @eightmakesonebraincell who shares the same single braincell as me bc we know we're not the only ones obsessed with the recent ateez x children content

(disclaimer: i don't like babies. but the idea of ateez handling babies? adorable. loren, however, loves kids so here's the outcome)

Hongjoong

"hold this thing, i don't know what to do with it."

"that's your child, hongjoong."

looks like the frightened hamster meme when the baby starts crying out of nowhere

sometimes sleeps through the baby crying its lungs out at night LMAO but that's only when he's exhausted asf

bet he'll write a song or two about fatherhood too and you'll be like 'what would you know about it you slept through the night'

may be uncomfortable at times but when he starts bonding, you'll see it in his actions

like when he reforms cute little things like clothings or shoes for his baby, adding little dangly things to the crib

or when he makes cute accessories for the baby

matching reformed things omg

super stylish matching parent-kid duo

the bonding literally happens with the smallest moment like one day the baby is crying in his arms and tugs at his shirt with its little fist and he's done for he loves his kid 10000x more all of a sudden

and when the baby calms down immediately after coming into his arms? he'll die of happiness

and when the baby recognises him in a group of people??? new level of dad unlocked

literally melts whenever the kid runs across the room to fly into his arms or calls him daddy

paints the room for his kid and gives them a wall in their room to paint whatever they like

lets the kid paint his nails and they could even have that one matching painted fingernail omg

later when the kid grows up they'll have uv lights and like the latest stuff for nails but you bet hongjoong's gonna dry that nail paint by blowing on it-

literally the most supportive, allowing the kid to explore beyond conventional boundaries and guiding them along

also very attentive esp when they start growing up and observing

he'll make sure he answers all of their curious little questions to the best of their understanding

and surprisingly, he won't mind his kid in his studio

like how adorable is it when you find your kid in his lap, sharing earphones as he composes?

he just loves it when they sit on him or when they lie down next to him/on top of him when he's resting that's his therapy

Seonghwa

more of a mother than the real mother

knows exactly what to do like he's raised six kids already (i'm looking at you ateez)

wakes up at ass o clock in the morning to shush the crying baby so you can get some sleep :')

mother-coded that's what he is

you'll definitely be learning motherhood from him LMAO

but jokes aside he's actually the best partner you could have asked for in such a situation

he's so so patient with the kid and you

esp you

he understands when you're overwhelmed and when you need a break

so he's always willing to give you some space and takes care of the kid in the meanwhile which is so :')

so you try your best to return it to him in every way as well <3

you'll both be figuring this journey out together and that's the best part

bonds with the kid so good

esp when they start going to school and he literally can't wait for them to get home so he can hear about how their day was

lives for the gossip he gets from his kids about school too LOL

he'll be like yass give me the tea come on

also pretty much behaves like a kid when he's having a good time with his kids

like he goes 'no it's my turn to select the ice cream flavour you have to try this you'll love it i'm not hearing a no-'

kids teach him new slangs but you bet he'll stick to the good old 'no cap' and 'yeet'

gets matching stupid stuff like those green alien glasses for him and the kid-

you just know your kids will love him more than you and you accept it. you don't mind that at all bc he's such a lovable person

he'll always be running around the house with them trying to catch them or letting them catch him

they will watch animated movies together and draw together and make legos together they're gonna share that obsession

he's there. always. in every moment of their life :')

Yunho

curious to learn

but that doesn't stop him from playing with the baby like they're a toy boi has no fear

he's always gushing over how small and cute and adorable they are

he'll also be a bit scared at first to hold the baby in his arms but will get used to it real quick

loves feeding them and cleaning them with you

he's got some sort of magic to him too he can soothe a crying baby in seconds

plays with them/holds them like they're a cat/puppy

gives them rides on his shoulders and they love it you can hear their laughter ring around the house

teases you about how they look nothing like you but if they do look like you more, he'll be scanning them for one similarity that he can boast about.

"he's got my smile. see?"

loves playing with their hair and combing and styling it

also loves it when you all match unintentionally when going out

the type to play with the kids in the most unconventional ways when you're not looking

almost accidentally drops the baby at least once a week- i said ALMOST okay he's good at catching.

kids cling on to his long legs and he effortlessly walks like no big deal omgg

would even swing his legs like an amusement ride which might possibly earn a scream from you-

also once used the laundry basket as a rollercoaster for the kid. you can imagine how that ended. no living beings were harmed tho-

HE'S A FUN DAD OK

literally his kids are always running around him asking him to do sth fun with them or tell them jokes or play with him

teaches the kids the latest trends

makes dancing tik toks with them

he's actually also the super responsible dad, always dependable. you literally have nothing to worry about esp bc he can be serious when he needs to be

he allows the kids to take challenges, believing the kids need to grow at their own pace and that getting hurt is also a part of growing up

teaches them to be kind, to respect people, to always smile

goes on dates with them to the amusement parks, aquariums, carnivals etc and when they're older they go fishing or go-karting

Yeosang

(sincerely apologise for using a photo with alcohol in a post with babies BUT DOES HE NOT LOOK BABY HERE???)

the babiest of dads

googles whatever the baby does as if that will give him the answer

notices every little thing the baby does

follows instructions like a robot

forgets that the baby is actually a baby and they can't really do their stuff themselves so he has to do it for them-

like for example after a meal he clears the high chair and forgets he needs to help the baby off the chair until it wails LOL

is always worrying about what the baby is feeling esp when it is crying without a reason

always fusses about the little things bc he cares so much :')

sometimes you have to sit him down and tell him that it's okay if the baby is crying-

he even enjoys simply watching the baby esp when they do stupid stuff or play around with food

"that's disgusting but so adorable"

gets taught the latest trends by his kid but still ends up using them in the wrong contexts lmao

yeosang and the kid wailing about the mom on their way home until yeo takes the wrong turn and the kid glares at him and points to the right direction

yeosang and the kid in the shopping mall and yeosang gets lost

goes to the counter to pay but taps his pockets bc he can't find his wallet and the kid sighs loudly and hands it to him

yeosang taking his kid to the parent teacher meeting and he forgets HE'S the parent

he may be forgetful and zone out at times but he's actually very responsible. you never worry whenever you leave your kid with him and go out. you can depend on him <3

you'll see him mature as his kids grow up too, like you can literally see him learning fatherhood

doesn't mean they won't open dexter's laboratory when you're gone and clean up the mess before you come-

sees cute posts about lunchboxes with octopus sausage and seaweed characters on the rice but canNOT replicate it even after spending hours but the kids flaunt it like a masterpiece at their school <3 (loren you're so right for this)

his kids' friends WILL have a crush on yeosang. the teachers might too. how could you not??

his kids gon be the prettiest istg-

San

i'm sorry to break it to you but you'll have to take care of two babies <3

as loren said 'normal children learn behaviours from their parents. san learns behaviours from the baby.'

pretends to cry when the baby is crying so he can also receive hugs and kisses from you

he's actually the most responsive father ever, like he'll know what's actually happening with the kid instead of pretending to know

it's like he's connected to them on an astral level

so he's pretty much a natural caretaker

like he said, he knows how to give love

so he'll never make you feel less loved as well

he'll keep reassuring you how imp you are to him esp now that you're the mother of his child and he'll always be grateful to you for bringing this blessing into his life

but he also has his moments LMAO like i can just imagine him playing with the kid in the most babiest of manners

to the point the kid refuses to listen to you

the kids will always ALWAYS choose him whenever they're asked the 'who do you love more mom or dad' question

and even though that makes you pissed momentarily bc pls who wouldn't get pissed you find it super adorable how much your kids love their dad

safe place.

tells his kids early on what's good and what's bad. no compromises

teaches them when to be sorry and when to stand up for themselves

taekwondo together <3 he'll make them show off at family events or stuff and demand that the audience give good reactions otherwise he's gonna pout sooo hard

he'll make sure his kids don't laze around. chores? yes. exercise? yes. nap-time? necessary. homework? don't even dare to say no. play-time? HELL YES

teaches traditional games to his kids too and makes them interact with other kids to play instead of video games so early on

the video games are HIS okay they can't touch it until they grow up

kids go to him for help in school work and he'll sit there all zoned out wondering when the hell this got included in their syllabus

will refuse to give up until you catch him tired and scratching his head in confusion

"i'm pretty sure education gets tougher every year."

"whatever helps you sleep at nights san <3" LOL

loves spending time together, all of you, anywhere as long as you all are together <3

Mingi

9/10 times will cry when the baby cries

but also really good at taking care of them and it amazes him too

calms the baby down with the cutest most concerned face ever so he looks more baby than the baby

pretends to sleep when the baby wakes up crying in the middle of the night

until you poke his stomach and go 'don't you fucking dare' and he starts laughing helplessly

but then takes the reins and lets you sleep if you look too done <3

jokingly tries to gaslight you into thinking it's your turn to settle the baby but you bet you're keeping tabs too

but when he sees how tired you look, he'll never ever complain no matter how tired he may be himself. will even tuck YOU into bed

the type to sit in the lounge with some kid's show on with the kid itself and you give him snacks to feed the kid

but at some point he got a taste and now he's looking at the packaging and going 'this shit good' when it's actually some baby-friendly snack 😭

and then suddenly it's all gone and the kid is glaring at mingi with angry eyes 😭😭 and he's like pleasure is temporary my child-

but now he has his own fav baby snacks too.

does freestyle rapping about the misery of fatherhood LMAO

also does lame stuff like tapping on the baby's shoulder and when they turn to look at him he has his finger out so it pokes the baby's cheek like-

gets matching shades for him and the kid

hangs out with them a lot, even if it's inside

hears every story they have to tell but also they just looooveee to hear stories from him bc he's a good storyteller

even though half of the shit is made up but he pretends it actually happened-

"one time i saw your mom ugly crying in a shop. i asked her what the matter was. she saw me and fell in love instantly."

"wasn't it the other way?"

loves swinging his kids in his arms whenever he comes home and then you stand there all pouty and he runs after you-

can't scold kids to save himself. can never. always bursts out laughing whenever he glares at them. so you do that for him.

now you're the antagonist in the house

can't handle when his kids are being adorable like he'll just clutch his heart and pretend to faint

best father-kid dynamic bc he's the playful but responsible dad

Wooyoung

he's a natural at this come on

"i feel like he's more my sibling than my own child"

always has his baby in his arms to the point you have to snatch it from him bc you can see he's tired

takes care of everything- from bathing them to feeding them. he's so good at it too

you love him even more bc he may tease you to bits but you never thought he'd be a cooperative lovable menace too

talks to the baby in baby language and they actually hold conversations

and when you join he'll just make fun of you LOL

starts treating you like a baby too when you're tired and you're not sure you hate that you might actually start doing it on purpose too-

taught the kid the art to charm people so they're throwing random cheeky compliments around

like they'll go to a shop and the kid will compliment the shopkeeper and they'll be like omg so precious and hand freebies

and those freebies would be wooyoung's earnings btw aint no way the kid gon have those

will train a family of cutest loveable menaces :')

the chef dad

creates masterpiece lunchboxes for his kids that even the teachers are tempted to steal

i can just imagine the girl friend (also crush) of wooyoung's son at school having a big fat crush on wooyoung and wanting to marry him like come on😭😭

then the son gets super grumpy about it and woo sits him down and asks what's bothering him

then he'll teach him how to bake cookies and the son ends up sweeping the girl off her feet omgg

woo placing his hands over his kid's hands bc they're too small to properly hold the piping bag when they decorate cakes and cookies and cupcakes

them playing in the kitchen and throwing flour on each other and you come and look all smugly at woo bc yes you're gonna clean this mess later on

but you end up joining them :')

dolls up his kids and asks them to kiss him on both his cheeks before they leave

and you bet the kids love that routine

hugs. all the time. hugs.

makes sure to capture these moments for memories if you haven't already and he'll love looking back at these days <3

Jongho

best dad

makes sure he doesn't forget to take care of you as you take care of the baby :')

always gets surprised when the baby does sth new

priceless reactions from him, esp when the baby first says a comprehensible word or takes its first steps

always spreading his arms whenever he spots the baby so the baby can crawl/walk/run to him

swings them in the air and does those little throws

the strong dad. the one who's carrying the kids effortlessly- one on the shoulder, one under the arm, walking as if they weigh nothing

jongho's kid: hi i'm hungry

jongho: hi hungry, i'm dad

overuses every dumb dad joke ever to exist but still finds it super hilarious and sometimes you'll end up laughing along

"back in my days-"

"ah shit here we go again."

bc you know dad jokes aside he's actually a super funny guy when he wants to be

the type to team up with his kid to tease YOU

whispers shit in their ears like 'go pull out your mom's hairclip as revenge for her not letting us hang out in the snow with ice cream last night' when you're super occupied and gets a good laugh out of it

taps your shoulder and then looks away when you glare at him but ends up pointing at the kid like the kid's the one who did it-

when the two are a giggling mess it's hard to differentiate who's the actual kid from the parent

sings with his kids a lot. might vocally train them a bit too

road trips are gonna be so much more fun when everyone's singing at the top of their lungs

when his kid is older and starts to get school assignments that require some form of art like creating a model or designing a poster, his kid is definitely going to score an A because jongho can and WILL help and end up over-achieving LOL

will plan with his kids on days like valentine's or mother's day or anniversary, prepare to get serenaded by the lot

he involves them a lot in everything so they grow up super smart

loves doing stupid things with the kids too like he'll literally be the one following the kids at times

but you love it bc you never have to worry about anything with him ;-; <3 he's also super protective

unless there's a bug in front of you. then you're all on your own.

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jobean12-blog · 8 months

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Life is Good

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 999

Summary: Bucky loves to take care of you even if it means he has to get out of the the warm and cozy bed but he'll be keeping it warm for when you get home.

Author's Note: My sweet friend @sgt-seabass shared this absolutely lovely and adorable tik tok with me and just made me think of this softness with Bucky and Alpine. Thank you love! And thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy!🥰

Warnings: soft sweet fluff and warm and fuzzy 😁

“You don’t have to bring me to work Buck. Stay in bed!”

Alpine meows in agreement and stretches himself out in the warm spot Bucky just vacated.

“Nah doll face. I’ll take you. I don’t want you going out in this alone.”

You stare at him as he sits sleepily on the edge of the bed and yawns, the backdrop of the neighboring buildings obscured by the flakes of snow fluttering wildly outside but doing little to distract from his perfection.

“Bucky.”

“Doll.”

He gives you a lopsided smile and crooks his finger at you before patting his thigh.

You walk between his legs and sit, curling against his bare chest, still warm from sleep.

“Just need a hug before we go.”

You hum happily into his skin with a soft inhale.

“I should call out…”

“You should.”

“But I have to get this project done.”

“I know baby doll.”

“Alpine?” you ask and peek over Bucky’s shoulder at the white fluff sprawled out on the bed.

The cat doesn’t even lift his head up.

“We all know his answer,” Bucky chuckles. “He’d stay in bed all day.”

You place a soft kiss to Bucky’s neck and nuzzle closer.

“Honestly. Hugs were the best and worst idea. I do not want to get up,” he says. “Ever again.”

“Yeah, I know. Now I’m extra comfy and in my happy place.”

You feel the satisfied rumble that moves through his chest before he presses his thumb under your chin and tilts your face up to capture your lips in a toe-curling kiss.

“Bucky,” you murmur against his mouth.

“Uh huh, I know,” he sighs, kissing you again before he gently sets you down on the bed.

“Gimme five to wash up and change and we’ll go.”

Once Bucky is dressed he appears in the living room and looks you over.

“Do you have everything you need?” he asks.

“Yup!”

He crowds your space and pulls your hat down over your ears before tightening your scarf.

“Lunch?”

“Yes Bucky,” you answer sweetly and pat your bag.

“Snacks?”

He then pulls your gloves from your jacket pockets and motions for your hands.

“Of course,” you reply.

When he has your gloves secured he gives you one more check and nods approvingly.

“Ok, let’s go.”

He gets himself dressed, of course with fewer accessories than you, and holds the door open while reaching out for your hand.

“Bye Alpine,” you yell.

Bucky walks you to the train station, takes the train with you and then walks you to your building before kissing you until you’re overheating. He watches you get inside and waves through the large glass panes until you disappear into the elevator.

The day flies by thanks to all that you have to do but you’re productive and manage to finish early. With excited steps you walk toward the elevator, contemplating calling Bucky to let him know you’re leaving. He insisted on coming back to get you and take you home but you want to surprise him and decide you can make it home just fine on your own.

Your trip back is uneventful and when you reach the door to your apartment you can already smell the familiar aroma of your favorite comfort meal. With a smile you unlock the door and walk inside, softly calling Bucky’s name.

When he doesn’t answer you toe off your shoes and whip off all your warm weather garments then walk to the crock pot on the counter and lift the lid, inhaling with contentment.

The bedroom door is wide open and as you get closer you can see Bucky’s bare foot dangling off the edge of the bed. You inch closer with quiet steps and find him laid out on top of the comforter in nothing but his black boxers.

The curtains that normally cover the large window next to the bed are pushed haphazardly aside, allowing the soft brightness of the snow to bathe the room in a white glow. Everything you can see outside is lined with a neat new edge of dazzling crystals.

As pretty as it all is your eyes quickly move back to the bed and Bucky.

His metal hand is curled around your pillow and his face is smushed into it. Alpine is laying in the small space between Bucky’s bent leg and his arm with all four legs straight out and his furry belly gently rising and falling with his even breathing.

You stare for a few moments before taking your phone out and snapping a photo.

“New lock screen?” Bucky mumbles as he slowly shifts and opens his eyes.

“Definitely,” you giggle.

“How come you didn’t call me doll?”

His voice is stern even though his face is half hidden in your pillow.

“I was done early and wanted to surprise you…surprise!”

He grumbles something about ‘next time you better call because blah blah’ and trails off.

“Get over here doll.”

“That’s my pillow,” you tease.

“Smells so good,” he murmurs with one last nuzzle before holding out his arms and making grabby hands.

You curl into him and after several kisses you ask, “did you fall asleep reading again?”

“Yeah,” he whispers. “I got the food in the crock pot, had a snack or two then decided to read while I waited for you to call and well…”

“Thank you for cooking. It smells so good.”

“Of course baby doll. It’ll be ready soon.”

“Mm. I don’t want to get up yet.”

“Me either.”

“Meow.”

Alpine stretches and presses himself closer into Bucky while lightly kneading the comforter.

“Hi furball,” you giggle. “Did you help daddy cook?”

Bucky scoffs playfully and tugs you closer into his embrace.

“He’s been in the same spot since you left!”

“He’s living the life!” you muse.

Bucky slides his face closer to yours and holds your gaze while he delicately traces a finger along the curve of your jaw.

“It’s the best life,” he murmurs against your lips.

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gay-dorito-dust · 7 months

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Dick loves your plushie collection.

He doesn’t find it embarrassing in the slightest! If anything he finds it more offensive that you’d think it embarrassing having plushies as an adult. After he himself has a plush bunny dressed in his nightwing attire -escrima sticks and all- that he won at an arcade game a while back perched on the top of his bed back home.

He calls it dick jr and cuddles it when he has a rough night of crime fighting.

So he’s the last person to ever cast judgment on your plush collection.

If anything he lets his imagination run wild with them and takes full advantage of them. So if the instance came where you weren’t home, Dick would always send you photos and mini videos of him taking excellent care of a plush hare called Sir John Roderick Wellington the third by tucking him in bed at night, pretending to brush his teeth, etc

Or he’d make enact a photo shoot with a couple of them and send the results to you as your left asking where’d he manage to get all sorts of accessories for them…you’re still awaiting the answer to this day. Another thing he’d do with them is take them with him as company while he’s doing mundane chores in the apartment and act as though the plush is helping him.

You were quick to catch on that Dick having a hell of blast with it with how often he spammed your phone with a plethora of photos and videos that kept you up to date with the daily misadventures of your plushy. And yet you weren’t any better either as you kept them all in a album in your phone and are still wondering why your phone keeps informing you that you are running low on space…

Your favourite picture of your plushy was one where Dick had it tucked in bed, a picture of you on its lap, meanwhile Dick’s face could be seen peaking up from the bottom corner of the screen followed by the caption; ‘he misses you and can’t wait for you to come home and cuddle him. Oh and also me. :(

It’s became your Home Screen now and it was the best decision you’ve been made because it never failed to make you smile even on a bad day.

Jason loves it when you wear his clothes.

It’s free therapy for the man seeing you in his clothes and you can quote me on that.

He fucking loved coming home to see you do your own thing while looking all comfortable and relaxed in his shirts or hoodies doing so. For all Jason could ever want for you was for you to feel comfortable with him however you saw fit.

Also it gives him the more reason to stare at you shamelessly, well more than he did already, but you get the point. Jason is a simple man who’s not above letting it known how much he absolutely adores you.

So you wearing his clothes only added onto that adoration that he had for you. No one else could be more perfect in his eyes then you and he stands by that that statement.

‘You look perfect.’ -Jason

‘Jason, I’m wearing sweats and one of your shirts while eating pizza.’ -you

‘Yeah, perfect.’ -Jason

‘Doofus.’ -you, smiling.

Some days Jason would even go out of his way to leave his clothes on your side of the bed as a hint that he wants you to wear it for the day. Other days however he would be outright and blunt with the fact that he’d rather have you in his clothes than your own at this point.

‘Why are you wearing your clothes?’ - Jason

‘Because they’re my clothes and I feel bad wearing all of yours all the time.’ -you

‘Well I on the other hand don’t, take this shirt and go back into our bedroom and change.’ - Jason says as he takes off the shirt he was wearing and hands it to you, uncaring of the fact that he was shirtless in the living room.

‘You’re being dramatic Jason.’ - you as you take the warm shirt from his hands.

‘No I’m not, I just like you in my clothes a lot better than anything else.’ - Jason said, crossing his arms over his chest.

‘You’re getting jealous over clothes now?’ - you asked, raising a brow.

‘Yes.’ Jason responds instantly. ‘Now for the sake of my sanity go back and put my shirt on please.’

You kiss his cheek before leaving for the bedroom to change. ‘If you insist.’

‘I heavily insist chipmunk.’ - Jason says as he watched you walk away before following after to grab another shirt.

Jason loves it when you’re in his clothes. It’s his greatest strength and his greatest weakness.

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woozivrse · 4 months

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ways you show love to svt

it's always ways svt shows love to you, so i decided to do this! wrote it in 40min with some help of a friend :) thank u pooks!

cheolie— you indulge him

❣︎ okay that may sound weird but, when he's feeling a little whiny? you coddle him and kiss him better. he's dressing up kkuma and calling her his pretty princess? you agree and buy some lil accessories for her! you get the idea.

hannie— opening a bottle for him

❣︎ whether it be a water bottle or some other drink, these things can be a lil tough. it's a cute way to care, opening a drink for someone before handing it to them. he’ll always give you a cute smile when you do, thanking you with a kiss on the cheek.

shua— trying new hobbies with him

❣︎ we’ve seen how much he tries new hobbies, so you join him! he's making beaded bracelets and jewelry? you make some too! trying out air dry clay? you make a lil pinch pot to join his own. whatever it is, you're sitting there with him trying it out and laughing with him at any small mistakes you two make.

junhui— sending him messages throughout the day

❣︎ you know he's busy most of the time, but you want him to know how often you think of him. it could be a small thing, a picture of a flower you saw, or even just an emoji, you'll still send it to him, hoping he can feel all the love you're trying to convey. good morning and good night messages are sent daily, and a “hope you're eating well!” whenever you update him about your own meal is expected.

soonyoung— tucking him in when he falls asleep

❣︎ he's tired from his various schedules throughout the day, so sometimes he just falls asleep on the couch or on the bed, so you tuck him in! you’ll turn off whatever he was doing– watching tv, scrolling through his phone– and pull a blanket over him with a kiss to the forehead, hoping he rests well. it's likely you’ll wake him up within the hour too, just so he can get more comfy, doing his nightly routine with you and also getting into bed. even then, you tuck him in, hoping he knows how much you love him.

wonwoo— you game with him

❣︎ a lil cliche? yes, but i think he enjoys playing calmer, simpler games with you, like animal crossing new horizons or similar co-op games. maybe you two will even play a puzzle game together, as two minds are better than one and he enjoys doing these types of exercises with you.

jihoon— bringing him food

❣︎ he's busy and maybe a lil forgetful at times, so you take it upon yourself to make sure he's eating well. he might be locked up in the practice room– and if so, you’ll bring food for all the members, not just him– or in the universe factory so you bring him some food and company! you're there so often that those working at the company recognize you and give a friendly greeting.

minghao— you watch his little fashion shows

❣︎ with how well this man dresses, i have no doubt in my mind that he likes to create outfits at home and try them on, and whenever he does, you watch him! he’ll put together an outfit and walk out into the living room where you give him your compliments and tell him what you do and don't like, i think he’d like your honesty with it too. shower him in praise, yes, but give him your honest opinion on the outfit along with it.

mingyu— you'll keep him company while he's cooking

❣︎ personally, i don't cook, but i feel like it could be lonely? at times, doing it on your own. so, you decide to sit in the kitchen with him while he cooks! or if you can't be in the kitchen due to its size, you sit near it so you can talk to him comfortably. he likes having you taste test things, trying to make it perfectly to both of your tastes.

seokmin— you write things to him

❣︎ it's usually little notes, stuck in with his lunch or somewhere in his bag, but sometimes you like to write love letters to him. you could be the worst writer out there, or the best, and he'd keep and cherish every single one you give him. maybe this is how you show your affection best, as saying things to his face might make you shy.

seungkwan— peel oranges for him

❣︎ it's boo seungkwan we’re talking about here, so ofc i have to give him a peeled orange hello? it's a small gesture, peeling an orange for someone, but i think it's cute! you care for this person enough to get some orange peel under your nail and give them the fruits of your labor.

vernon— you listen to his music

❣︎ when i say this, i don't mean svt’s music or music he's personally taken part in, but his music taste. he’ll talk about an artist he’s recently been listening to and if you have the time, you'll immediately pull them up on your phone, ready to try them out. if you don't have the time, you note it down so you can listen to them and tell him your thoughts!

chan— you watch him dance

❣︎ yes, this could go for all of them, but i think since chan has spent most of his life dancing, it's a bit more meaningful for him. maybe you even join him sometimes! it doesn't matter either way, just you being there, enjoying the music and his dancing is enough for him. whenever he finishes a routine and you clap for him, he can feel his love for you grow more and more.

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lynnuvo · 3 months

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Puppy Love ( ૮ ˶ˆ ﻌ ˆ˶ ა )

Characters: Monoma Neito x Female (Y/N)

How you managed to grow attracted to the loud, arrogant mascot of Class 1B is a mystery to your peers. This is so to even yourself, though you chalked it up to a "curiosity killed the cat" scenario. Over the course of your first three weeks of being in UA’s Class 1B, you decided to be the annoying cat poking at his side. It was hard to not pay attention to him, so why not make it fun?

He was a bit irritated at first. You were pretty sure he had some underlying insecurity because every time you mentioned him being scared of being outshone by Class 1A, he'd get into a hissy fit. You stopped talking about this as much when Kendo Itsuka indirectly hinted it'd be best to, but that didn't stop your other antics. You'd leave sticky notes of hilarious drawings about him on his desk, in his backpack, and in his shoe locker. You'd follow him around like a lost puppy in the building--sometimes to the bathroom door on accident. You'd pester him with questions too. There's been several occasions you asked about his favorite snacks or other items and got just as much the opposite as possible.

A few classmates joked that you were bullying him, but it wouldn't really be bullying if Monoma Neito eventually learned to save a seat for you in the cafeteria or keep the gifts you gave him despite not liking them, right? Would he have hated you if he'd ask to walk you home back before the dorms were built, chiding that someone as weak as you needed someone as strong as him? Did he really want you to stop pestering him if he sought out for you in the girl's section of the dorm watching TV in the living room for two hours? It was unusual you weren’t already a trumpet in his ear by that time, after all.

"What are you doing here?" Tokage Setsuna questioned when she exited her room to see Monoma walking down the hall in her direction. "You know the boys' section is on the other side, right?"

Monoma startled but settled his composure quick. "Yes, I know. I'm just looking for something. I seem to have lost it."

"So you're looking for it here?"

"Well, I haven't found it anywhere else yet. Perhaps someone picked it up and dropped it."

"What are you looking for?"

"Uh—a decorated blue hair pin. It's small but fits well with one of my polos."

"You wear hair pins?"

He scoffed. "Hair pins are an accessory not just for girls. It could be that someone on this side picked it up, thought it was cute, and kept it."

"Sure...." Tokage leaned her back against her door and crossed her arms. A smirk crept onto her face. "You sure you didn't lose anything else? Maybe someone with (your hair color) hair?"

"I'm sure."

"Well then, I'll help you look for this pin."

"Oh! No need!" Monoma replied, waving his hands in front of his chest. "I think I can find it on my own. Even if I don't find it, I can easily buy another one later."

Tokage's smirk grew into a wide grin. "Come on, it's better to search with two pairs of eyes instead of one!"

"Really, thank you, but—!”

"Monoma-kun?"

The two turned to a door further down the hall that just opened. Out came you in your pajamas, hair a bit of an entangled mess. A yawn escaped your lips. "Do we have class today?"

"No, we don't. And what are you doing just now getting out of bed?!" He hurried over to you and brushed some hairs from your face. "It's 3 in the afternoon, for goodness' sake!"

You furrowed your brows. "'m sorry. I slept in."

Tokage watched him chide you for wasting the morning away. It was comical how both of you denied romantic feelings for each other, and yet here you two were acting like a relationship was in progress. Her stomach suddenly growled. She pushed herself off her door. "I'm gonna get some lunch. Good luck. (Y/N)-chan, Monoma said he lost a blue hairpin. Why don't you help him find it? See you guys!"

After bidding Tokage goodbye, you looked up at the blond boy. "You wear hair pins?"

"Well—sometimes! Not recently, just—uh—on occasion. But no matter! I can buy another one some other time!" Monoma bumped your shoulder, urging you forward. "Hurry and get ready for the day. I'm so awfully bored."

You chuckled. "Aww, you missed me?"

"As if!"

You and Monoma's dynamic was fun and rather straightforward at first—an enemies to friends type of dynamic. Most of the class could see through the teasing that you two cared about each other and enjoyed each other's company. Overtime, however, you found yourself growing frustrated with the boy. Weeks of being by his side made your heart grow fond of him, but he didn't state anything of the same effect your companionship had on him. When you teased that he loved you or missed you, he shut it down fast. Although not out of character, it began to hurt you.

After an in-depth confession to Kendo in her room (and a small moment of you crying on her shoulder), she messaged you the next day to go on hangouts with her after school every other day with Hiryu Rin. She mentioned in the text conversation that she believes some time away from Monoma might help. You agreed.

You and Rin were good friends, but you two never hung out or talked outside of classes and when you both happened to be in the same vicinity. The first day all three of you hung out started a little awkward, but it became an entertaining pasttime quick. You three hung out at an arcade, at coffee shops, in the gym training, and even on runs to the grocery store. When you three didn't feel like going outside, you guys would sit on the floor in front of the TV and parallel play.

When the dorms were established, Monoma walked by your side with the rest of class to the dorms. With you on hangouts immediately after school now, he bid you, Kendo, and Rin a simple farewell and continued chatting with the rest of your classmates. A pang hit your heart upon his nonchalant goodbye, but you shoved it down. Once the three of you returned, you'd hangout with him and a few others in the dorm after settling down.

So imagine your surprise when a knock sounded on your door two hours after you returned from another fun hangout with Kendo and Rin. You hadn't been expecting anyone since you planned on resting in that day, so you were especially not expecting Monoma to be standing there when you popped the door open a tad.

He looked at you sternly. "Can we talk?"

"Oh—uh—sure," you replied, caught off guard by his unusual facial expression. You welcomed him inside and gestured for him to sit on your desk's chair, which he did so as you shut the door and sat on your bed. Your fingers fiddled with the blanket beneath you. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Do you like Rin?"

Your shrimp posture was no longer as you shot up. "What?! No! I mean, he's a great friend, but I haven't thought about...like...dating him yet."

"Yet?"

"I mean it like I didn't consider it!"

He pulled out his phone, opened a text message thread, clicked on an image to expand it, and showed it to you. "What's this?"

It was a selfie Kendo took of you, Rin, and her on a grocery store run. The angle was pointed down at the group, with only Kendo's eyes coming into frame while she held the phone up. Not realizing she was taking a selfie until the picture was taken, you and Rin stood side by side picking avocados. You had to admit the side profile of you and Rin's laugh was kind of adorable, but you were pulled from reminiscing that day by Monoma clearing his throat.

You backed away from the phone. "This happened last week. Why are you bringing it up?"

"You and Rin look awfully close." He put his phone away and crossed his arms. Contrary to the indication of his body language, his face softened as well as his tone. "You know, if you like Rin, you can tell me. I just want to know."

"Why?"

"Well, since we both hangout a lot, I wouldn't want to interfere with your time with him. Maybe you two could—I don't know—I could offer him my seat in class from now on so you two can get to talk more."

You shook your head. "It's fine, really! Me and Rin can talk after class."

He got up from your chair and laughed, rolling his eyes. "Then you two can talk during class as well. A desk is just a desk, after all. I'll tell him to switch seats with me after dinner."

Once he started heading for the door, you jumped from your bed and snatched his wrist, trying to pull him back. "Monoma, stop! It's okay, really! I don't mind!"

He wretched his wrist free only for you to grab it again. "And I don't mind playing matchmaker for my dear friends, believe me."

"Stop! Please don't!"

"I like sitting with you! Trust me, it's okay!"

"Yes, but it'd be a good idea to help you with your love ordeal."

Escaping your grasp once more, his hand fell on the door handle and his shoulder touched the door. In a last ditch effort, you threw your arms around his shoulders and pulled him back in. "I LIKE YOU! STOP!"

And that he did.

Time skipped a beat before he backed away from the door, turning wide-eyed to look at you. Tears rested on your waterline. After darting his eyes around the room, Monoma hurriedly guided you to your bed again. "I'm so sorry, please don't cry."

"I like you! I've been liking you!" you whined as you clung onto Monoma's shirt despite him trying to lay you down. He gave up and embraced your body in one hand while patting your back with the other. You buried your face in his neck. "I told you I like you!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize you liked me so much." He shushed you for a while before adding, "I shouldn't have questioned you this way. I'm so sorry. Please don't cry, (Y/N)-chan."

"I already am..."

"Oh. Right."

Needless to say, Monoma was not the best source of comfort. But he did his best. Once your breathing calmed down, he sat behind you and rested you against his body. You couldn’t bear the thought of him seeing you cry, so you were grateful when he passed you a tissue. After wiping your face and tossing the tissue in the trash can, you leaned your head against his chest. His heart raced; you could feel it.

Monoma’s hands wrapped around both of yours. “I’m so sorry.”

Heat rushed to your face at the sight of your hands. A headache began to form in the back of your head. “It’s okay. I know you want to help me, but I really do like you. I have for a while.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because you didn’t look like you liked me back.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Um. You don’t really do anything romantic. Sure, we hang out a lot, but it just feels like hangouts as friends. Well, it did to me until I caught feelings, but you know what I mean. I just—I didn’t know what to do about these feelings.”

You raised your head and finally looked at guilty expression on his face. The question of whether he liked you back caught in your throat, but the twitches in his lips as he struggled to find the words to speak left a sinking feeling in your gut.

At last, he let out a sigh and squeezed you in an embrace. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do. Thank you for—uh—for thinking of me so, but I need to figure out how to go about this. Can you give me some time to respond properly?”

You squeezed him back. “Yes, of course.”

After sitting in your room for a good five minutes doing nothing but holding each other, Monoma exclaimed he needed to help prepare dinner downstairs and excused himself. You cursed yourself in your head for confessing in such a way. But there was no turning back now.

At dinner, you both sat next to each other as normal, but conversation was awkward, to say the least. Neither of you could properly look the other in the eye despite briefly talking about subjects unrelated to the incident. For most of the meal, you both opted to talk to other peers. Things were not so different in class. Despite sitting beside each other, you two spoke little. You couldn’t bring yourself to tease him after the fool you made of yourself, and it felt like Monoma was distancing himself despite the fact that he still sat next to you at lunch and walked beside you on the way to the dorms.

Kendo Itsuka messaged you only three days later, questioning what on earth happened. You told her about the incident, and the next thing you knew, Kendo barged into your room professing apology after apology. She explained that although she did want to give you space from Monoma, another purpose of the hangouts with her, you, and Rin was to make Monoma jealous. She’d gotten the idea from movies but hadn't expected this outcome. You forgave her and thanked her for her efforts. After all, you could see the potential. It was unfortunate Monoma was not like the guys in her movies.

A week passed. The awkward silence was getting unbearable. You really wished you’d demanded a deadline for his consideration.

For once, your bedroom felt suffocating, so while other students opted for the privacy of their rooms, you sat on the couch watching a drama on a very casual day. You were pretty bored until footsteps sounded behind you. You turned your head to see Monoma. You moved your legs off the couch and watched as he sat beside you.

He nodded. “Hey.”

“Uh—hi.”

You both faced the TV. After a week of this, all you two could muster was a simple greeting? You internally cringed. It was enough to suffer through silence with others around. Why would he come down just for this?

You soon found out why as you felt something on your hand—that something turning out to be Monoma’s hand. Your heart pounded faster. “What are you doing?”

He turned to you and sputtered, “I—um—nothing.”

Before he could remove his hand, you snatched it and held it firmly. His admittedly cute, nervous face fueled your nearly dead desire to tease him. “Monoma-kun, there’s no way you could have accidentally done that.”

“Well—I—!” He pursed his lips then shook his head. “I’m not used to this.”

“We’ve never held hands before.”

“I mean romance, stupid!” He scowled, lifting your conjoined hands and shaking it as if it was an obvious clue in a murder mystery. “I tell you I need to think it over. Then, I am holding your hand! What do you think that means?!”

Your eyes widened. “You…like me?”

“Come on! I’m leaving.”

Before he could get up, you lurched forward and took a hold of his arm. “Monoma-kun, no! You have to say it! Tell me if it’s a yes or no. Please?”

After a moment of continuing to look away, he finally turned to face you again with furrowed brows. “I like you. I have also been for a while now.”

“AWW, YOU LOVEEE ME?”

“I’M LEAVING!”

“NO! I’M JUST KIDDING!”

Joy couldn’t even begin to describe how you felt. Apparently so didn’t it describe Monoma’s feelings because despite numerous statements of saying he’d leave, he buried himself further into your company until he ended up lying with his head in your lap, still holding your hand.

You still needed to figure out whether you two were going to officially date right after this, but that can wait. Only this time, you were going to make sure he compensated for the overthinking your situation has caused.

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zvouyage · 23 days

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”daddy, pay attention to me instead !!”

pairing.ᐟ ; dad!sunghoon x fmr . . . established relationships – extreme fluff . . . précis.ᐟ ; a look into sunghoon’s average day with his twin babies.

w.c.ᐟ ; 932 ( 𝒷ack 𝓉o 𝒷log ? )

warnings.ᐟ ; lowercase intended , not proofread , semi written in third pov , sunghoon wears tacky pink clothes and a tiara , a pouty child i suppose.

zeynep’s 💭.ᐟ ; dad!enhypen works have been popping up constantly on my feed and i got inspired by them to write something about sunghoon , anyways enjoy.

the late afternoon sun filtered through the living room curtains, casting a warm, golden glow over the small, yet bustling room. the smell of fresh cookies wafted from the kitchen, mixing with the scent of tea steeping on a small table surrounded by plushies, dolls, and a particularly eye-catching array of pink. among them, sunghoon sat on a little chair, decked out in a frilly pink apron, a glittery tiara slightly askew on his head, and a string of plastic pearls draped around his neck.

“daddy, you have to drink it all!” his daughter, sana, demanded, her small hands clutching a tiny teacup with utmost seriousness. her curly hair was tied up in pigtails, and she wore a floral dress that matched the princess theme she had insisted on for today’s tea party. “yes, ma’am.” sunghoon responded with a mock salute, making sana giggle. he carefully picked up the delicate cup, pinky finger sticking out, and pretended to sip the invisible tea. “mmm, delicious. what’s the secret ingredient?” sana tapped her chin thoughtfully. “love!” she declared, beaming up at him. “well, that’s the best ingredient of all princess!” sunghoon grinned, leaning down to press a kiss on her forehead. she squirmed happily, her attention already shifting back to her dolls, whom she was busy scolding for not sitting properly. in the corner of the room, sunwoo, sunghoon’s son, sat with his arms crossed, clearly unamused by the tea party festivities. his brow was furrowed in frustration as he watched his dad play along with his sister. he had other plans in mind. “daddy,” sunwoo huffed, sliding off his seat and tugging at sunghoon’s sleeve. “when can we go fishing? you promised we’d catch a big fish today so i can show jisoo at school tomorrow!” sunghoon chuckled, seeing the determination in sunwoo’s wide eyes. he had been talking about impressing his classmate jisoo all week, and fishing had somehow become the ultimate way to do that. “we’ll go soon, buddy, i promise. but first, i’m having tea with your sister.”

“but daddy!” sunwoo whined, stomping his foot for extra effect. “fishing is more important than tea parties!” sunghoon bit back a smile at the sheer seriousness in his son’s voice. “how about this: after tea, we’ll pack up our fishing gear and head out. but you’ve got to help me finish here first. can you be my assistant?” sunwoo’s expression shifted from frustrated to thoughtful, and after a moment, he nodded, albeit reluctantly. “okay...but only if i don’t have to wear a tiara.”

“deal.” sunghoon agreed, holding out his hand. sunwoo shook it solemnly, then plopped down next to his sister, who was more than happy to include him in the party, even if he didn’t share her enthusiasm for sparkly accessories. in the midst of the pink chaos, sunghoon’s wife entered the room with a plate of freshly baked cookies, smiling at the sight before her. “you look adorable, sunghoon,” she teased, setting the cookies on the table. sunghoon shot her a playful glare, his lips twitching upward. “i’m just doing my part,” he quipped, reaching for one of the cookies. “you’re the one who signed me up for this.”

“hey! i’m just here to provide snacks.” she laughed, leaning down to peck him on the cheek. sana immediately protested, tugging him back to the table. “daddy, no distractions!” she scolded, earning another amused laugh from her mom. as the tea party continued, sunwoo fidgeted impatiently, his mind clearly on the fish he was determined to catch. sunghoon could see him eyeing the clock, counting down the minutes until they could finally leave. finally, when the last drop of pretend tea was finished and the dolls were all tucked in for a nap, sunghoon excused himself from the party. “alright, princess, i’ve got to go catch some fish with your brother. will you be okay holding down the fort?” sana nodded solemnly. “i’ll keep everyone safe, daddy!” she beamed. “that’s my girl.” Sunghoon smiled, patting her head before getting up. he turned to sunwoo, who was already bouncing with excitement. “ready to go?”

“yes!” sunwoo pumped his fist, already halfway out the door. “don’t forget to change!” you called after him, holding up a pair of jeans and a plain t-shirt. “right, right,” sunghoon laughed, quickly shedding his pink attire and switching to something more suitable for the outdoors. as they headed out, sunghoon looked back at his daughter, who was carefully arranging her tea set. “we’ll be back soon.” he promised, catching his wife’s amused smile as she watched him leave.

the sun was setting by the time they returned, with sunwoo proudly holding up a small fish they had managed to catch. “jisoo and sana’s going to be so impressed!” he announced, running inside to show his sister. sunghoon, exhausted but content, leaned against the doorway, watching as his son and daughter excitedly chattered about their day. his wife appeared beside him, slipping an arm around his waist. “tired?” she asked, leaning her head on his shoulder. “a little bit…” sunghoon admitted, “but i wouldn’t trade it for anything.” you smiled up at him, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “you’re an amazing dad, you know that?” sunghoon wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. “i’ve got the best kids and the best wife,” he murmured, kissing you softly. “i’m the lucky one.” the both of you stood there for a moment, simply enjoying the quiet before the chaos would inevitably start up again. but for now, sunghoon was content, surrounded by the love of his family.

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spidybaby · 3 months

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Sad Beautiful Tragic

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Gracias, Sara." You two laugh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can you drop me home?" You ask.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you love me?" He asks.

"I do, te amo más que a nada."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sleep here."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Isn't that top a little down?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Vamos" you repeat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I literally have zero idea what you mean."

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

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

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

"Pedr-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Let's eat." Ilkay says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm not the influencer type."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What fight?"

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

"Okay."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nice, any advice then?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I know you do." You say cocky.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You repeat his same words. Noticing his worried eyes.

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

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

"You called me, Pedro." He pouts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Did you just throw my food?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I feel like staying in."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hi, what are you guys talking about?"

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

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

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

"You okay?" He asks.

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

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

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

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

"Amo-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please, don't do this."

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

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

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

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

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

"I have not."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It has been four months.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Just a little bit more."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We are not talking." She casually says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How were the exams?"

"The same as always, tiring and stressful."

"Are you winning it all?"

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

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

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

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

"It was good." He yawns

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

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

"That's how many points?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh no, you are leaving Barcelona?"

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

His parents stay silent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you think this would break us?"

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

"Then why you back them up?"

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

"That's true."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Him.

Simply him.

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