#I THINK I GOT LOST IN THE SAUCE HERE

[sugarwyns]

Just a fun idea

   If Nova was a romanceable npc in mtas then what dialogues would she have ( like one for each relationship level (Acquaintance, Buddy, Good Friend, romance), you can skip levels or add more lines if you want )

Introduction:

Hiya! I haven't seen you around yet, so I'm assuming you're new - I'm Nova, one of your fellow builders! Come find me if you need a buddy to go ruin diving with.

Birthday:

My birthday's on Summer 15. When I lived in Seesai, I spent every single birthday at the beach. I can't really do that anymore here, so my new thing is just sitting by the oasis.

Acquaintance:

If you ever need to get ahold of me, ask Kor or Daphne where I am, they'll probably know! Oh, wait, but...what if you don't know where they are...hmm. I'll get back to you on that!

Kor told me you're from Highwind! That's cool, I've always wanted to visit. You think I'd be...blown away?...Sorry, that was bad. Ignore that!

Uh oh! I forgot my pass to the salvage yard expires today...you think Rocky will let me extend it for, like, a discount...?

Buddy:

Moving to Sandrock gave me a bit of culture shock. I do miss Seesai a lot, but I really think I'm better off here than I was there.

There you are! Daphne stopped by earlier to give me a few melons from the Moisture Farm...care to share some with me?

I love collecting minerals and whatnot from the desert, but I am so intimidated by the Boxing Jacks there. Every time I see them coming from the corner of my eye, I can't help but yell!

Good Friend:

My brother lives in Walnut Groove. He's a real successful Builder there. To be honest, I don't care for building that much, but...it's a stable job, at least. Don't know if I'll live up to the expectations he's set, though.

I used to be the apprentice of a well-known Builder in Seesai. She was really kind to me, even when I made mistakes all day. I was so sad when my apprenticeship ended! In fact, she made me my bandana and pickhammer as a parting gift. I try to write to her every few weeks.

I have a really small collection of Old World stories and movies. It gets boring watching and reading the same things over and over again, though, so I hope I'll find more stuff in Sandrock to mix up the collection!

Romance

Confession Accepted:

Oh? I can't believe it, you beat me to it! Of course I accept.

Confession Rejected:

I'm...really flattered, I promise, but...I'm so sorry, I just don't think we're at that level with each other...

General Lines:

I made you this bracelet the other day. You don't have to wear it, if it's not your style! Buuut...I do have a matching one, sooo...

I've wanted to visit Seesai for a while, but I was always too nervous to go through with it. I think if you're by my side, though, I'll be able to manage.

Hey! What are you doing today? You wanna go eat at the saloon? I'll pay, don't worry!

Honey?...mmm, no. Sweetie? Hmm...Oh! Sorry! Just trying out nicknames for you...baby?

When I first got here, I felt like I had something to prove. I don't even know who I was trying to prove something to! But now that you're here, I feel like the last of that pressure came off of my shoulders.

Festivals

Day of the Bright Sun:

• I put in a few accessories I made over the last couple of weeks. I hope whichever person ends up with them likes them!

Showdown at High Noon:

Wow, the atmosphere is amazing! Everyone is so amped up for this. I didn't participate in anything like this back in Seesai, so I can't wait to see who comes out on top!

Day of Memories:

This festival has different ways of being celebrated in other cities, but they all have one thing in common - they're all so beautiful.

Tour de Rock:

I'm so bad at sandrunning. Maybe I'll just...watch and cheer everyone on!

Running of the Yakmel:

Can I tell you a little secret? I'm kind of scared of Yakmel! They're cute, but they're huge! I try to avoid the ones around the outskirts of town when I can.

Winter Solstice:

I've been looking forward to eating some skewers all day! What better way to kick off the start of a new year?

[codacheetah]

5 for the isat ask game!

5 - What's your favorite optional event?

VERY TOUGH ONE TO ANSWER. I'm gonna go right ahead and disqualify twohats bc it's a predictable answer. If I had to choose just one though I think it'd probably be the sus event. It really got my goat on my first playthrough bc I didn't realize you had to do it in ACT 4. If I remember correctly I think sus is the only optional event locked to ACT 4??? Now that I've actually done it though I'm quite fond of it.

Sus event is one that you really have to go out of your way to do. It kind of reminds me of the True Ending in SASASAP but More and I'm sure that's intentional. Like the requirements for sus quest necessitate that you're going to do it, if not the loop before ACT 5, very soon before it. You have to know pretty much everything about Time Craft and Wish Craft already, so whatever you're doing in the loops now is basically taking out any optional stuff before you hit the end. You have to pretty thoroughly remember how the script goes just so you know all the best ways to break it. I feel like if the True Ending route is Loop going through the motions so many times that they can't deal with holding their facade together any longer, the sus route is Siffrin waving a big red flag around for help. There's just no way you're going to stumble into sus without preplanning what to do to rack up your points and make Odile aware of how Wish Craft works.

So I think it's interesting how much Siffrin pushes back against Odile trying to figure him out. It's a pattern of behavior that I am well aware of where you're desperately going "HELP ME" but you're not willing to accept it when it's offered to you.

Siffrin spends an entire loop screwing everything up, to a point that's frankly kind of egregious even by Late Stage Timeloopers standards, and then they can't reckon with the consequences of it. I don't think sus event is as intentional of a cry for help for Siffrin as it is the player, mind you. But I do think it's. Very tragic. Yeah of course "it's too late" in the sense that Siffrin's about to talk to Euphie and the whole journey will end, but moreso it's that by the time that Odile can piece together all the information necessary to figure Siffrin out, Siffrin is just far too deeply entrenched in his self hatred and fear of abandonment to be dug out. I think if Odile could somehow figure it out in, like, early ACT 3, or if Isabeau was just a bit more pushy in getting Siffrin to do a feelings talk, maybe they'd actually be able to reach Siffrin a little. But they're always just a little too late, every single time.

I think the fact that you start really getting a bunch of weird points in ACT 3 gives this event a lot of buildup. For potential dozens of loops you'll see Odile brush against the truth of the situation, and then just barely miss. By the time she figures it out, it's too late. Explodes

Expounded upon slightly more in tags bc I don't like typing in post bodies I feel like a fish on land. eek

[mercless]

🗡 dozing off writing replies but im curious how others go about writing out stuff/the order you write particular parts, and if you have a different way of writing depending on if it's a reply, ask, or a drabble 🤔 in most cases I find I write out any spoken words first, then the tones or actions done while talking, and then depending on the writing purpose add trains of thought, other actions or specific actions that convey emotions. stuff I looove getting lost in writing include describing scenes, settings, environments, food or the time of day! for drabbles I usually start with these descriptive elements to get into the mood of it.

[wondero28]

An Athlete & his Artist ✨

Full + Credit Below The Cut

CW: none?? Its mature-ish ig, w/ the slightest sexual undertones??

Jesse’s got big, worn down, rough, hands. Hands that spend too much time with clay on a wheel- hands that have dried out but have lost none of the loving tenderness they had at the start of it all. Hands that are warm when they hold his children and support them so assuredly- hands that perfectly cup Aaron’s face & make him a lovestruck mess

And Aarons hands- soft but rough all in the same. Hands with long fingers and a sturdy grip, palm’s soft from tender care he tries to apply to keep himself like he was before. But ultimately hands that still change from all of the hard work he does- hands that send shivers up Jesse’s spine every time he’s touched by one

Reference Used (Twitter Link, this is a F2U public reference)

[multi-lefaiye]

a modern ghost story - wip re-intro

finally, a re-intro for my first ever writeblr wip intro... waow how time flies.

taglist (i'm gonna be real with y'all, i lost track of the taglist and had to dig it up again--tentatively tagging the original taglist as well as folks i thought might be interested): @albatris @skitzo-kero @anexor @lychniscitrus @transmasc-wizard @chaieyestea @vacantgodling @kingkendrick7 @jezifster @manuscriptsatmidnight @fictionalbullshitter @astral-runic

(if you'd like to not be tagged in posts relating to this wip going forward, lmk!!! <3 and if you'd like to be added to the actual taglist, also lmk!!!)

synopsis: A Modern Ghost Story is the tale of the four members of The Cyclone Seekers, a group of semi-famous storm-chasers, and their harrowing adventures chasing after storms in Nebraska in 2006. On the way, they quickly come to learn that they have far, far more than tornadoes to worry about waiting for them in the storms. Something sinister is afoot, and their past may come back to haunt them in a very literal way.

setting: various fictional locations in Nebraska, United States, in 2006

genres: postmodern horror (?) with traces of comedy--fundamentally a road trip story, though, about healing and facing the horrors head-on.

vibes except it's not clear what these mean: late nights at sleepovers where no one wants to go to bed yet, a mason jar full of bottle caps, the highs and lows of a long road trip with your friends, strange messages on the radio in a voice you thought you'd forgotten, the past is always one step closer than it appears to be, the coppery taste of blood on your tongue, your heart pounding in your ears as the world roars around you, a group of queer adrenaline junkies, "therapy is expensive, but sitting in your car while it rains is free."

characters:

picrew: [link]

Roach - 29 - they/them - 5'2"

Roach is not the face of Cyclone Seekers, as they find the idea of actually appearing on camera daunting. For the most part, Roach prefers to stay behind the scenes, most often handling their budget, equipment, and transportation, as well as acting as their cameraman. A lifelong smartass, they always say exactly what's on their mind and they're not particularly graceful or tactful. Why would they be, after all? Talking around the point only wastes time, and Roach hates to stop when there's important shit to get done.

Despite their blunt and often rude nature, Roach has a big heart deep down, and they care deeply for their fellow Cyclone Seekers, considering the others their best friends in the world. Roach doesn't have a lot of people in their corner, and they're steadfastly loyal to the end.

Oliver Cox - 32 - he/him - 6'1"

Oliver, like Roach, is not the face of the Cyclone Seekers. Instead, he is the manager of their ViewTube channel and website, as well as the one who usually deals with the people side of things. He's very sweet and enthusiastic, and generally a very gentle man who hates to even raise his voice. While, like everyone else, Oliver has his moments of anger, he prefers to redirect this anger into something productive rather than taking it out on others.

This isn't to say, of course, that Oliver is an innocent child. He's had his fair share of hardships and struggles in his life. However, he believes wholeheartedly in the goodness of humanity and the world around him. And this extends to the team, especially Roach--despite their often prickly exterior, Oliver considers them a very dear friend and is very happy to have them in his life. He sees the best in everyone until they give him reason not to.

Sydney "Syd" Ambrose - 29 - they/she - 5'11"

Syd is a friend of Roach's from college, an extremely anxious person who, at heart, has always wanted to leave their mark on history in some way. With their thirtieth birthday rapidly approaching, they want to do something great before the big day. This has, in part, reflected on their work with the Cyclone Seekers. As one of two hosts of the show, Syd is often in the spotlight, despite their severe anxiety about public speaking. When the cameras are rolling, their fear falls away, and they easily steal the show.

Aside from their ambition to do something great that lands in the history books, Syd has had a lifelong fascination with storms. The world of more traditional meteorology wasn't for them, so they've decided a more fulfilling career is to chase storms around and study them directly. It's working out so far, despite Syd's growing restlessness regarding the group's lack of mainstream success.

Yara Key - 30 - she/her - 5'7"

Yara is the other host of the Cyclone Seekers, and she's the much more outwardly optimistic and outgoing one. Their bit on the show is that, though Syd is the anxious one, they're also first to jump headlong into danger just to get a good look at a tornado; Yara, meanwhile, is friendly and outgoing but also the first to hide. It's a good bit and one that brings her a lot of joy, though it does irritate her sometimes to have people assume she's actually a coward. Because she isn't--she's just not stupid.

Though Yara hasn't known the others that long, she's a loyal friend who cares about them all deeply, and her not-so-secret crush on Syd is something Roach teases her about rather frequently (to which she gladly responds by teasing them about their similar crush on Oliver). When it comes down to it, fame isn't important to Yara, but she has a genuine love for entertaining people. And if she can do it while educating them about dangerous storms at the same time? All the better.

Vincent Cruz - 28 - he/him (questioning they/them) - 5'9"

Vincent Cruz is not a member of the Cyclone Seekers, nor does he have any particular interest in joining their little group. In fact, he thinks they're pretty ridiculous, and more than that, they're fucking stupid. He's grown up his whole life in a small town in Nebraska and knows all-too-well how dangerous storms like the ones they seek out can really be. They're going to get themselves killed, and they'll be lucky if it's quick.

However, Vincent feels an obligation to help them, or at least to make sure they can't put themselves or anyone else at risk with their antics. He isn't sure what makes him feel such a desire to protect them, but he insists it's not out of any care for them. They're just stupid. If he doesn't do anything, then they'll die. Simple math. (Ignoring the fact that they're his first friends in years, and they seem to genuinely like him for who he is when few others do.)

Vulture - 31 - he/him - 6'2"

A mysterious figure from Roach's past, one that they, until now, were completely certain was out of their life forever. Vulture is cold and cruel and pretentious, seeing himself as quite literally better than everyone else. He loves to hear himself talk and wants everyone to think he's the coolest motherfucker in the room at all times, for better and for worse.

For the most part, he doesn't seem interested in Roach, for which they're grateful. However, he has been contacting them again for the first time in nearly ten years, asking to meet up again.

[moe-broey]

Why did I start like three other projects when I was already working on a big project when I just got hit with the autism exhaustion beam (requires. At least One Full Day just dead in bed, and then some more Taking It Easy time after)

[your-thighness]

i think ego death is the most beautiful thing we can experience.

to be completely vulnerable and have absolute no control of this......thing kill what you thought was you

AND manage to continue to live YOUR life and go through so many transformations is just so breathtakingly beautiful

[dinitride-art]

The more I think about, the more I think that Karen has a chance of being Alice Creel. Even just looking at how she’s shot in the show, it’s not hard to argue that she’s more important than a lot of other characters. She’s given an entire character arc in season three. That doesn’t happen to one dimensional characters used to fill a space in the main characters story. And somehow she’s always dressed in some form of pink and blue, which represent forced conformity. The Snow Ball where everyone was dressed in pink and blue, the end of season four (im 100% serious about this I just haven’t gotten to it in my lighting analysis/mike Will and El season four analysis yet), Nancy when she was with Steve: all of these things are connected to that theme and have characters wearing pink and blue. Or purple, but that’s just pink and blue together.

And Karen doesn’t agree with her husband’s opinions. The way she treats Mike in season one shows that she knows something. She might not know what’s going on exactly, but she knows enough to tell him that he can always talk to her. When Ted says, “you see what happens?” Karen knows exactly why Mike leaves the table. She herself leaves the table soon after. Because even though her kids don’t tell her anything, she’s not oblivious. Her thoughts are written on her face and we are meant to see them.

And I know I’m just rambling here and spinning her around in my head but. I just went through the first three episodes of season one (high speed scrubbing because I needed pictures) and Karen’s in all three of them. And the way Karen’s shot in those three episodes is drastically different than Ted. She’s being shot like Mike and Nancy are. When they’re sitting around the table talking, we are seeing Mike, Nancy, and Karen. And Holly (but she’s two. So. Not much to glean from that except that she’s important and very confused why everyone’s so tense).

There is no reason to write a three dimensional character if they’re not important to the plot. Ted isn’t a three dimensional character, and neither is Dustin’s mom, or Lucas’s parents, or anyone else that’s in the same category as Karen is. We are looking at her for a reason.

And I’m not saying that she’s 100% Alice Creel, because really I can’t say anything for certain. But. She is important. And not in the way that she’s a representation of something else, or a placeholder, or a tool for the main characters. She’s her own character. Something is going to directly affect her because her actions are important to the story. And they’re important to the story, because she is. And I would very much like to know why.

[ghosts-and-glory]

Anyway here’s wonder wall-

Yeah this started as little doodles and got away from me. Right now I’m at 5 pages, idk how long it’s gonna get cause I’ve lost control. I think comics are fun and I got lost in the sauce doing backgrounds cause it’s so relaxing.

I’ve got such bad brain rot, if only I put this much time into my original comic lmao.

For now there is no violence but it’s gonna get bloody later fyi.

First // Next

[daenysx]

Hii can you write where james and reader are both the only virgins in the group so decided to do it together to get it over with but then they started to do it more often bcs james is absolutely obsessed with her.

thank you for requesting, i hope you like this! requests are open!!

james potter x fem!reader, nsfw

becoming experts

james thinks maybe he should be embarrassed.

here he is, knocking on your door, standing at your doorstep with your favorite dessert in his hand. this is the third time in this week, and it won't be the last. he fixes his posture, puts a little smile on his face, and knocks on your door again. he is fine.

you open the door, wearing only your sleep shorts and a little tank top, which is both a blessing and a curse for james's poor heart. your hair seems a little messy, your face without any make up, and you look beautiful. your lips curve upwards when you see james at your doorstep, you are quick to pull him inside.

"hi, sweetheart." james says as he steps inside. "i hope this is not a bad time."

you look at him like he's said the silliest thing in the world. "come on, jamie, you know there's no such a thing as bad time for you."

"yeah, yeah, i'm glad." why is he acting so out of character? suddenly he's shy, blushing when you point at his hand.

"is that for me?" you ask, kind of shy but more comfortable than him.

he nods. "of course, there you go."

he gives you the box and you take it with a huge smile on your face. "thank you!"

james's heart takes a leap.

you lead him inside, your little living room looks cozy with all those blankets spread on your couch and the warm air covering the room. you take the dessert with two spoons, sitting on the couch and inviting james next to you. he takes off his jacket and kicks his shoes, sits next to you, hoping to be less awkward in the next moments of this act.

"would you like something to drink?" you ask.

james shakes his head. "no, maybe later."

you nod, taking a spoonful of your dessert. "this is perfect. literally the best thing in the world, thank you so much."

james laughs. "you're welcome, angel."

you look at his unused spoon. "why don't you eat?"

he doesn't know. his mouth is dry, he should get a grip on himself. "i'm-"

your lips look perfect around that spoon.

"you've got chocolate- here." he leans into your space slowly.

you smile, his fingers cup your cheek. "this is so cliche."

"you think so?" he whispers.

"you know," you begin. "if you want to kiss me, all you have to do is ask."

james leans back on the couch, suddenly free of shyness to jump on the opportunity. "what if i want more than just a kiss?"

"i'm sure we can do something about that." you take another spoon of chocolate sauce.

"oh, baby." james says, pulling you to his lap. "come here."

your hands are empty, you move quickly to him. your legs are on each side of his thighs and you sit gently. "how do you feel?" he asks, holding your hands.

"i'm fine. really, really good."

"you sound unnaturally teasing. i thought that was supposed to be me."

you shrug. "i don't know, you act weird today. it's not like this is the first time we're being this close."

the best night of james's life was probably the night he'd spend at your apartment, in your bed. you were naked, so was he, the wine was kicking like a liquid courage as you had sex for the first time. you could expect weirdness between you two, you were both each other's first time and you had been friends for years, but it never happened. it felt so good and so right, james lost himself between your legs and you made sounds that you've never made before.

you were both inexperienced, subject of sirius's little teasings and remus's sympathetic looks when it comes to stuff about sex. you don't know how did things happened as they have that night, but suddenly you were kissing james. you could be afraid if this would ruin your friendship but at that moment everything was so good, you could never imagine the act could ever feel like this.

since that night, james had been to your apartment once more. he was just trying to make sure everything's okay between you and your friendship still stands. then, he was taking off his clothes and you were leaning towards him. you took his cock in your mouth for the first time and james forgot everything except your name.

now, here you are, trying to balance yourself on james's lap, keeping yourself still to not press against him. "james," you say. "it's okay. i- i want you too."

james throws his head back, his hands still holding yours. he looks at you through his glasses and smiles. "i just want you to feel good."

"i'm always feeling good when i'm with you." you say, honestly. "i think we fit each other really well and i- i want it, with you."

"yeah?" james pulls you closer. "you want it, pretty girl?"

you nod. james continues. "i guess we've got addicted." he says like it's a secret. "but that's okay. we can keep going as long as you're good with it."

you start the kiss and james exhales, finally. he cups your cheeks, angles your neck to deepen the kiss. you taste sweet, he licks the chocolate left on your lips. you whimper quietly, feeling him harden under you. this is good, you think. this is so perfect, it doesn't feel any wrong.

james's hands go to your back and he rubs your skin affectionally. he breaks the kiss to brush his lips on your pulse point. you take a breath, holding onto his shoulders. "james." you say. "i wanna go to bed."

he obliges, lifts you easily, and carries you to your bedroom. he is gentle when he puts you on bed, you are quick to take off your clothes. you are not shy to be naked around him, he makes you feel safe. you throw your clothes somewhere on the floor and settle down on bed, watching james.

he looks at you, eyes focused, and mouth slightly open. is he dreaming? this surely is better than any dream, you are lovely as you lay there and wait for him.

he doesn't intend to tease you or make you wait. you've been so honest and sweet with him, you deserve to get what you want. james makes a quick work of his clothes, leaving everything on the floor until he is bare in front of you. he gets on his knees on bed and reaches you. you part your legs obediently, without expecting a word from him.

"you're so pretty, sweetheart." james says, fondly. "you know that, right?"

you squirm under his hands. "jamie, please."

"you should know that." he says, kisses your chest. "you should be aware of the power you have on me."

you shake your head. "it's mutual, and you're being silly."

"let me be romantic for a second, yeah?" he kisses your perked nipple. "fuck, gonna give you everything you want."

"please." you say, losing your breath when he sucks your nipple. he likes using his mouth on you, you realize. he slowly goes down on your body and you laugh when he kisses below your belly button.

"tickles?" he asks, ever so playful.

you nod. "will you do it again?"

he answers by kissing the same spot over and over, turns you into a mess under his mouth. his fingers are quick to touch your cunt, he collects the wetness that starts pooling and rubs it all over. "will you let me taste you?" he asks, begging for a yes. "i wonder if you taste so sweet everywhere."

"you- i guess you can, if you want." you arch your back, subtly press your cunt against his mouth.

"if i want? i'm dying for it."

he buries his face between your legs, tries to get directing noises out of you. he's not experienced but he finds himself to be a quick learner when it comes to you. he licks the wetness out of you and pushes his tongue inside. you wrap your legs around his neck, the sensation is so strange but suddenly it starts feeling good. you remember the second time you had sex and how you felt insatiable to take his cock in your mouth. he must feel that way right now, you think, because he never stops making those wild noises as he uses his mouth.

james sucks your clit relentlessly. you whimper, his name becomes a song. he grips your thighs and holds you in your place. "james- so close- so clo- hmm-"

he lifts his head just for a second. "come for me, lovely girl. let go for me, this is perfect."

you obey, arch your back as he sucks again, and you're dripping in his mouth. james keeps licking, helps you through your peak. you feel so tired, so exhausted, so naked, and it's good. james keeps you steady, his cock twitches at the sight of your cunt, all swollen and licked.

"are you okay, baby?" he coos. "we can stop."

you shake your head. you can't stop because he's addictive. "i want you inside." there's no crumb of shyness left. "please, i want it."

james angles you to be more comfortable, he rubs the skin of your thigh. "gotta be slow, okay?" he says.

you nod, messy and desperate. "however you want."

he positions his cock in just the right way. he is being slow and quiet as he keeps pushing, he knows it's a tight fit. when you clench around him he can't help himself, he goes a little fast. "oh, angel." he whispers, mouth closed on your neck. he pushes himself again. "so tight, just like the first time i got you like this. you're gonna make me come soon if you squeeze around me like that."

you part your legs a little more, holding onto his broad shoulders. "i like this so much. so full, jamie."

james starts moving inside you, still careful but easier. you try to move your hips accordingly, it's like a new dance both of you are trying to learn better. he is worried he'll come too soon, because you're being irresistable.

"can you touch me- right, right there?" you ask, position his fingers on your clit.

"yeah, yeah, of course."

his fingers play with you until you start begging for him to come. he keeps pushing himself until he can't see straight anymore. "can i come? james, can i come again?" you melt, so close and so wet, you can hear the wetness pooling on bed.

"yes, come on, sweet thing." he pushes the deepest he's ever been, you clench so hard, he starts coming. "come with me."

you are sure you lose your sight for a second. james explodes on your belly, his strength helps him pull himself back before coming inside you but he keeps playing with your clit so you clench around him and nothing as you come. you see him, you see stars, you feel so sensitive. james groans as he holds his cock to let out every drop of his cum. he exhales your name, desperate to lay down with you on the bed. you are quick to pull him on your chest, he puts his head on your body, and listens your heartbeat.

minutes pass in silence as you both catch your breaths. james rubs your skin with gentle fingers. you stroke his curls, and press a kiss on his forehead.

"i think we're getting pretty good at this." you say, smiling.

"yeah, i guess we are quite the experts of sex now." he says. "can you imagine sirius's reaction?"

"oh, he'd probably never believe it." you say. "but that's fine."

james sits on bed. "would you like to have shower? we've made quite the mess of each other."

you nod, reach for his hand as you sit next to him. "jamie," you begin, "there's no one else that i'd rather do this with. you're- you're the only one for me."

james smiles, kisses your forehead lovingly. "i'd hope so, sweetness." he gives your hand a squeeze. "you're the only one for me, as well."

♡

(you can check here to find out about sirius and remus's reactions lovelies.)

[hippotooth666]

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‼️‼️🚨SPOILER ART FOR RITE HERE RITE NOW!!!! ALERT!! SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!🚨‼️‼️

i got far too lost in the sauce and this scene had me bawling bro literally watching his mother die right infront of his very own eyes and i’m trying to cope with the fact that everyone thinks he’s crazy and he’s all alone now GUH WAHHHH WAHH WAHHHHHHHHHH

[austinbutlerslovers]

Mr. Butlers Babysitter

Label mature 18+

🔗 Part 2 🔗 Part 3 🔗 Part 4 Completed Series

Summary

When you began working as a babysitter for Mr. Butler you were immediately taken by his wonderful children and his beautiful Malibu estate, he also paid handsomely. Having worked for celebrities on a referral based system you prided yourself on being professional and discreet for his family.

With Mr. Butler recently divorced having you help him with the children during their weekend visits from their mother was a godsend. After two months his daughter and son adored you to pieces never wanting you to leave. It seemed like a perfect fit.

One fateful evening Mr. Butler puts you in a highly compromising position. One that could ruin your reputation and your livelihood if word got out. You have two choices: Be exploited never to work in the inner circle as a high status celebrity babysitter again. or go along with his perverted plans.

🚨 Depraved Smut 🚨

corruption kink•dubcon•manipulation• humiliation• degradation •naivety •drug use•alchohol use•edging• fingering•coercive sex•condom use•orgasms•yandere

🫦co-writer/smut consultant @burnthheparaphilia

💝Not for my softies: Very corrupt perverted manipulative Austin

My first corruption smut 😭 no idea what I’m doing but was told I would be good at it. This one was pushed to the front of the request due to incessant demand.

There was a HUGE glitch for the delay I could not post it with the ask ☹️ it crashed so many times so I included them here

Mr. Butlers Babysitter

You were an excellent employee working for Mr. Butler as a babysitter of his two wonderful children. Though he preferred you call him Austin after working two months you still called him Mr. Butler to maintain the professionalism. He was a very famous actor in the early 2020’s. Now in his late thirties he was a full time producer.

He has a beautiful seven bedroom Malibu estate with every luxury perk you could think of. You enjoyed the cliffside drive seeing the ocean on your way to work there.

You would roll down the window and stick your hand out, feeling the ocean breeze hearing the seagulls as the waves crashed against the cliff walls.

You adored his two children Alisa and Daniel. Alisa was 8 years old and full of confidence. She was book smart and excelled in school never once asking for help with of her homework.

His son Daniel was 5 years old, always in imagination land. He was a very picky eater and sometimes you would have to pretend his favorite toy dinosaur would eat his food if he didn’t.

On this evening you and Austin were preparing pizza for the kids in his massive kitchen. He had his own personal brick oven designed to fit the space.

You grated mozzarella as he ladled the tomato sauce. As you sprinkled the cheese on the pizza dough your hands touched.

He smiled at you and replaced the ladle into the tomato sauce before standing behind you and placing his hands on yours showing you exactly how to spread it.

He instructs you gently speaking over your right shoulder “You know how Daniel is with his texture sensitivities if this cheese melts clumped together he won’t eat it” you giggle you totally understand. He slowly releases your hands and watches you work. He gives you a touch of approval on your shoulder before he gets back to ladling the sauce.

There was always a tension in the back of your mind with him. He was very attractive on an unnatural level.

His sandy blonde hair was always maintained in soft waves. His blue eyes had a depth and sincerity that if you stared too long you felt what it meant to get lost.

His jawline and face shape were squared and masculine and his plump lips accentuated his perfectly shaped nose. He was extremely handsome and though he was older he looked and acted so much younger.

Though you found him attractive you had set goals in mind: make money and advance your life. That kept you adamant to remain professional and you also felt so safe and highly valued working for him.

He paid you handsomely, had wonderful children and a beautiful home. You would never ruin this opportunity.

The four of you sat in the back yard that night to watch one of Mr. Butler favorite child hood movies. ‘The Good the Bad and the Ugly.’ It had become routine on Sunday to have movie night before the kids returned to their mothers for the week.

On the enormous hillside yard of his Malibu estate he had a large movie screen and a projector constructed. You all sat under a gazebo enjoying the warm breeze on a plush couch bed with a fire pit infront of it.

Beyond the movie screen you could see the twinkling lights of the city. You rested your head back enjoying the space, he had a very lovely home.

The kids grew restless after only 20 minutes of the slow paced movie but you were able to retrain their attention by asking them questions. “Is that cowboy a good one or a bad one?” you ask as Lee Van Cleefs scowling face took over the screen.

“A bad one!” Alisa yells quickly before her brother answers to prove how smart she is. Daniel’s little face saddens into a pout feeling like he lost.

“I think you’re right Alisa…” you say valuing her effort actually unsure which is the bad one.

You put your hand on Daniel’s little back and comfort him “Daniel look your turn is next! Is that cowboy a good cowboy or an ugly cowboy?”

He studies Clint Eastwoods stern face. “He looks like a mad cowboy ” he says with his cute voice growling and tiny teeth bared. You and Austin laugh at his adorableness.

“He does looks like a mad cowboy” Austin says assuring him. “Come here little guy sit on daddy’s lap” he motions for Daniel to come and easily picks him up “ah there we go” He says holding Daniel forward facing to watch the movie. He runs his hands through his son’s sandy blonde locks they look almost identical.

“Do you want to do nails? “ Alisa asks you excitedly out of the blue practically bouncing next to you on the couch bed.

“Sure if it’s okay with your dad I know it’s getting late“ you admit checking your phone.

She looks to her dad “Plea-a-a-se can I go get my nail kit daddy!“ she pouts with her hands in a prayer. He can’t resist her.

“You can get it but you have to be done in less than thirty minutes it’s almost your bed time” he say firmly.

Alisa squeals and you watch as she runs into the house.

Austin’s thumb caresses your shoulder to get your attention. “Look he’s out” he says pointing at little Daniel comfortably resting back in his arms.

“Aw look at his little cute face, do you want me to take him up?” You ask gently to be helpful.

He motions his head “No you girls do nails and I’ll sit with him to watch the movie” you agree to the idea just as Alisa comes bounding out of the house with a hot pink nail box kit. She slams it on the flat stone edge of the fire pit.

Austin puts his finger to his lips with a stern face shushing her because Daniel is sleeping. “Sorry daddy” she says to him softly “I got it “ she says out of breath holding up the kit to you.

She puts the plastic box of nail supplies on the couch bed next to you and pops it open. Pulling out a bottle of hot pink polish “Do my nails this color” she says demandingly but she’s a kid.

“If you say please” you sweetly correct her

“Please do my nails this color!” She asks with an impatience rising in her voice. You smile and extend your palm to her.

She places her small hand in yours as you brush the color on each of her nails. “and the stickers!” She says pulling out a roll.

You place a sticker of her choice on each nail. She looks them over excitedly “Do you like them?” You ask to make sure she’s a happy client. She jumps up and hugs you tightly around your neck.

The squeeze shocks you and you pat her shoulder tenderly to calm her “Okay honey I’m glad you like them.” you say pretending to sounds like you are being choked and it makes her giggle.

Austin realizes he was so invested in your encounter he wasn’t watching his movie and it’s already been more than thirty minutes. “Okay it’s definitely time to head up” he says carrying a sleeping Daniel as he clicks off all the electronics.

Alisa gathers her nail kit and holds your hand. You all head up stairs to put them in their rooms. Austin heads down the hall to Daniel’s and you head to Alisas.

She does everything on her own in her fully custom princess room. She brushes her teeth, washes, her face and puts on her pajamas before climbing into her canopy bed.

You click on her unicorn night light and click off the main room light ready to head out . “Can you talk to me until I fall asleep” she asks in her soft voice.

It’s a big request because you have classes in the morning and you are tired but you want to bond with her so you pull up a child size hot pink princess throne and sit next to her bed.

“What do you want to talk about hun?” You ask holding her smaller hand in yours and tracing your thumb over her freshly painted hot pink nails.

“Youre not going to leave are you?” She asks with her timid voice.

You reassure her “I am going to go to my apartment and then I’ll come back and see you next weekend when your back from your moms.” you smile warmly as you tuck a stray hair behind her ear.

Her face suddenly saddens “mommy wants to make you go away” her eyes brim with tears and her lip pouts as it quivers.

“Aw honey“ you say as you pick her out of bed and place her on your lap. You pet her sandy brown hair and shush her. She begins sobbing against your chest. You pull her face back to look in her eyes. Her face is bright red with tears streaming by this point.

“Alisa honey …aw honey… sometimes people say things they don’t mean.” You wipe her tears. ”You know maybe your mommy is angry because I’m new in your life and she wants to make sure that I’m taking the very best care of you” you pinch her small chin. She still has a sad look in her eyes but she has stopped crying and is now sniffling.

“Mommy is mad because in daddy’s phone she found pictures of you.” she says through her sniffles as she finally starts calming down.

“What kind of pictures“ you ask patting her shoulders comfortingly“

“Like pictures when you bend over?” she admits not sure what it means.

Your face goes bright red not expecting her to say that “Well yes that’s ..um that’s not appropriate how did you find this out sweety ?”You ask out of pure curiosity.

“I heard mommy talking to her boyfriend that daddy is a per-vert he takes lots of pictures when you bend over. What is a per-vert?” She asks with an innocent curiosity not knowing the word.

You sigh gaining more information than you ever wanted to know. “How about I tell you a bed time story?” You say to distract her and she nods smiling and snuggles in your arms. You begin to make up one about Princess Alisa and her hot pink unicorn that can fly to her castle in the clouds.

You are never one to pry into the affairs of your clients. You were a baby sitter for another celebrity couple, the Milanos, before his wife packed up and moved back to Italy with their triplets.

You received high recommendations from Mr. Milano to land the job with Mr. Butler due to your discretion and ability to always remain professional.

In the Milano mansion you witnessed several fights. Once Mr. Milano even backing out of his driveway drunk screaming at Mrs. Milano before he crashed into their courtyard fountain.

You took their sobbing triplets inside to avoid them having to watch their parents have another explosive outburst. You brought them to the their enormous playroom and turned on some kids follow along music until they were wiggling and dancing instead of crying.

A word about their issues never left your lips even when the paparazzi berated you with emails and bribes to be a source of information for the infamous impending Milano divorce splashed across every gossip site.

Even as you saw the exorbitant amounts being offered you knew your reputation would be diminished in the elite celebrity circle as a nanny and you’d be scrambling back to a form of lesser employment.

But as you cradled Alisa in your arms you realized this was a completely different scenario on top of the average celebrity family dramatics.

Your first divorced client may actually have a sexual interest in you.

As you finish your story you hold her close comforting her in silence. After a while her body begains to go slack. “I’m going to put you in bed now okay hun?” You say gently and she nods.

You place her in bed and pull her unicorn covers up to her chest. “Promise me you’ll come back”she asks in her sweet sleepy voice trying to keep her eyes open.

You reassure her “Yes Alisa I’m coming back” you pet her hand.

“Even if my daddy is a per-vert like mommy says?” she asks as your brows furrow at the complication.

“Alisa” Austin’s voice snaps from the doorway. You wonder how long he’s been there as you slightly panic. “You should’ve been asleep a long time ago now it’s very late and you have school in the morning next time I’m not going to let you stay up like this” he says sternly.

“I’m sorry daddy” Alisa says sleepily.

You interject “Mr. Butler… Austin, sorry it’s my fault the nails, the girl talk bed time story I guess we just got carried away.” You say smiling weakly looking at him with newfound eyes realizing he might have a little naughty photo collection of you in his phone.

He smiles to you “No you're fine I think she just gets really excited having you around I’m going to make sure she goes down. Just wait for me a minute downstairs.” He says as you cross paths. He sits on Alisa’s bedside as you leave the room.

You walk down the hall but slowly enough to listen in and pry. Their voices are muffled but you distinctly hear him in his softest sweetest voice ask her ”Now what were you silly girls talking about in here”

She loves her daddy you know she’s going to rat. You quickly make your way down the stairs through the living room and exit the front of the house.

You enter your car and hold the steering wheel wondering if he’s going to fire you now because his daughters spilled his little secret. “UGHhh!” You exclaim because he pays you four grand just to work weekends every month with the sweetest kids on the planet.

You’ve signed an NDA but that’s still an awkward topic to ignore especially being in close proximity with him, likely complications will arise. You’ll work for him one more weekend and ask him for a recommendation to another high status family.

You look up through the windshield to see Mr. Butler jogging out of his modern glass front estate down to your car. You roll down your window confused. “I thought you left” he says out of breath. “I told you to wait for me downstairs” he says as he reaches into his pocket. “For the overtime” he says handing you a small stack money. Your eyes light up as you accept it.

Counting through a thousand dollars you raise your brow as you look up at him. “Mr. Butler… there’s no way all of this is just for overtime.”

He slicks his hand back through his hair looking around to other houses in the distance before he looks back to you with a grin “How about you come in tomorrow on your day off and you make it up to me” he says slyly.

You fold the stack in your hand and bring it to your purse. “Okay if that will make us even” you say matter of factly.

He flashes you a charming smile “It’s a date then” he says stepping back from your car “And tomorrow call me Austin” he says as you pull out of the driveway of his estate.

You can’t quite put your finger on it but the whole interaction felt a little off. But maybe he was just nervous about what Alisa may have said to him.

If he needs your help with his sweet kids tomorrow you’re all for it. You turn up the music to play on your way home.

Make It Up to Me

The next day during your morning college course you receive a text from Austin. “Come by at 6:30pm house unlocked” you knit your brow in confusion. Usually you arrive at 10am to help with the kids then it dawns on you it’s a weekday his kids are in school and probably have extracurriculars after so you type in “okay”

After classes you go to the gym and work out for an hour of cardio. You like to stay fit as a baby sitter if a kid can out run you, your toast.

You take your usual Monday cycling class and leave covered in sweat. You shower and open your locker to realize because of the work schedule change you didn’t pack street clothing. You left your apartment wearing your work out gear. Now instead of heading home you’re driving to Malibu.

“Shit” you say finding only a clean pair of black yoga shorts and a sports bra in your locker. “great job “ you murmur to yourself “Wear the skimpiest out fit to your employers house after you find out he probably takes photos of your ass” you roll your eyes at your luck.

Your strait laced thoughts suddenly start to slip as you try to think of when he would take the inappropriate pictures.

There was a time he had you climb a ladder in his storage room to carry down hoolah hoops for the kids. Then proceeded to have you all compete in the living room to see who was the fastest.

You were of course and he readily filmed it as you laughed trying to keep the rhythm of your hips going. His kids had already dropped theirs to the floor and were fumbling and giggling so you stopped to help them.

There was another instance when he installed a boot camp playground for his son before his birthday. He wanted you to test it out with the kids. You guys balanced on beams climbed ropes and had to shimmy on your belly’s under ropes through a sand pit. The low angle he filmed as you crawled didn’t make sense then.

Once somehow Daniel’s nerf football was thrown up into his tree house and the ladder had not been repaired. The kids would be dropped off in an hour and Mr. Butler was adamant you retrieve Daniels nerf football.

He followed you to the yard down the hill to the garden infront of the large tree with the custom house built into its branches. He hoisted you up by cupping and pushing your ass to get you higher. You laughed at the embarrassing way you needed to be helped. You finally wiggled into the tree house, throwing the nerf foot ball down.

You sat on the ledge and Austin gestured you to jump down to him ”please catch me, I don’t have independent health coverage” you joked. “If I break your bones I’ll mend them come to me” he gestured.

You jumped off landing into his arms both falling back onto the grass. His pupils were huge as you stared down at him panting and smiling. You quickly stood up and offered him your hand.

You realize you will definitely have to keep your distance he’s already been trying you.

But you really need this job. It’s saving your life right now he is your highest paying client by far. Your bills are paid your gym membership is renewed and you actually have a savings account.

You begin to wonder if your next employer will treat you as well and pay as much. It’s highly doubtful

You know the kids will be there today and you can leave early with a made up excuse before they fall asleep. Even on weekends you can just plan to leave early every time and should be completely safe.

You search through your locker again trying to find anything to cover you from wearing just sports bra and shorts to his house. You find a zip up black long sleeve jacket to match.

But it’s all form fitting accentuating your ass by covering your top and leaving your legs exposed. You shake your head in annoyance, it will have to do. You don’t have time to head back to because you thrive on being punctual. You tie up your hair in a pony tail and leave the gym.

You drive the route to Mr. Butlers estate with the windows rolled down listing to music. You pull up to his place at around 6:30. You walk in to the grandios living room to find the estate empty. No Austin, no kids, no maid, not anyone.

You reach in your purse and take out your phone texting Mr. Butler. “Where is everyone?” It takes a moment but you see the little dots moving showing he’s typing back.

He texts “movie room”. You’ve never been down there before.

To make sure it’s not a danger zone you text him back “kids with you?” You await his response there isn’t one.

After a moment he finds you in the living room and smiles as he sees you.

“It felt kind of weird texting you and were in the same house…” his voice trails off seeing what your wearing

You tug down your sleeve and clutch you purse closer to your body.

“Sorry it’s unprofessional of me I know but I’ve never been here during a weekday and I forgot to pack the extra clothing.”

He makes a hmm sound looking you over in amusement.

“You must work out a lot to have legs like that” he compliments and your face flushes.

“Don’t be shy about it” he says grinning as he walks by you to the kitchen.

He’s wearing sweats and a black tee but youve always eyed he’s in very good shape himself. He pulls a bottle of wine tucking it under his arm and pulls two Reidel glasses out.

“Come watch a movie with me” he says innocently.

“Mr. Butler..I mean Austin, with all do respect I can’t.” He eyes you mischievously.

“You believe everything an eight year old tells you?” Your face flushes Alisa totally ratted to her daddy.

He has a knowing smile that you return because how did Mr. Butlers ex-wife even have access to his phone?

Maybe Alisa’s mom had it wrong, sometimes moms exaggerate to their kids to villainize daddy. Austin seems very kind.

He motions you to join him and this time you follow him down the stairs to the movie room. He pushes open the doors with his back and it opens to a theater space with five rows of black custom movie couches, it’s a small amphitheater.

“Holy fuck” you say before covering you mouth cursing infront of a client. Your previous clients the Milanos movie theater fails in comparison to this.

Along the back wall he has framed posters of every movie he’s starred in. You begin walking along and inspecting each one.

He approaches you from behind and hands you a glass of wine.

“Oh thank you … but I’m not allowed to drink, well I’m legally not allowed to drink until next year .” you smile shyly as your face flushes.

The way he stares at you in disbelief makes you feel awkward.

“You’ve never even had a drink?” He asks lowering his tone.

You tuck your hair behind your ear feeling the heat rising to your face as you try to explain.

“Well I was always honor roll and very goal oriented, not much time for friends. Then I got accepted to a great college on a scholarship. My room and board is paid by it so I really only have time to do my course work, workout ,and come to your house Mr. Butler. From what I can see, drinking kind of makes people wild and crazy and dumb, anyway it never really interested me.”

He warmly smiles at you. “Well maybe they are drinking hard liquor this is wine, it’s not instant like a shot, it takes a while to build in your system“

“if hard liquor makes you crazy, what does wine feel like?” You ask intrigued.

“Mmm like a really mellow mood, no more stress no more anxiety you can just be yourself.” He smiles.

You mull it over staring into the red liquid, thinking about how anxious you are waiting for his kids to get here already. Maybe just a glass. You lift it to sip and he gestures you not to.

“This is a nice bottle when you drink you have to cheers to something.” He proclaims.

“Oh..” you say not familiar with drinking customs. Your mind draws a blank.

His eyes squint for a minute until he catches a thought

“To a great working relationship” he says and it makes you smile and cheers him clinking glasses then taking a drink. He rests his glass down “You really are phenomenal the kids adore you by the way”. He admits.

You both look over at his Elvis movie poster you have been standing in front of.

“You ever seen this?” He asks because of your age.

“No I haven’t, are you good in it?” you ask curiously and he nearly snorts his wine as he takes a sip.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I almost won an Oscar” He exclaims profoundly. “That’s what we’re gonna watch then” he says leaving you to set everything up in the theater.

He sits center mid row and you sit next to him on the black custom theater couch putting your purse on the table rest of your seat.

You wait as he finds the film in his catalogue with his universal remote then dims the lights. The theater is completely dark and silent.

He refills your wine glass as the credits start. It’s a very haunting Elvis melody. Followed by a montage of him dressed as Elvis. Finally you see him “Wow you look so different with black hair, you say but the theater has surround sound speakers.

He can’t quite hear you so he turns the volume down. You begin divulging too much feeling a bit dizzy.

“Oh Mr. Butler no I don’t want to ruin the movie, you don’t have to turn it down, I was just saying you look so different with black hair it really brings out your eyes. You have very pretty blue eyes” you say staring at him a little too long in the dim lighting.

You wonder why you are suddenly turned on and shake the thought from your head. He listens to your tipsy rambling and smirks refilling your glass.

“I’ve seen this movie over a dozen times I’d rather hear you talk honestly” he admits glancing over at you affectionately.

The movie continues to play at a lower volume the bright flashing colors and lights are a dizzying spectacle to your eyes.

Him wearing green, him wearing pink, him jiggling his dick on the screen. “Wait what?” You exclaim. As you sit up he laughs. “I swear I just saw! Oh!! You did it again” you rest back in your chair wondering why you are becoming wet.

The movie continues and you are fully invested in every word he says. His southern drawl is resonating in your ears.

He pours you a glass one more time as the Trouble scene comes on smiling to himself. When the scene shows him on stage you are already labored breathing because he looks so good in eyeliner. As he begins to sing and then dance on the sceeen you audibly gasp.

Why is it so sexual isn’t this the 50s? You watch as he kneels and rises from the floor as women in the audience on screen reach for his cock. “holy fuck” you say out loud as you breath heavily.

You wonder if he can really do that… inside of you. You squirm in your seat too heavily aroused

“Fuck Mr. Butler.. I mean Austin” you say a little slurred and he pauses the movie on the scene when he’s in the cop car.

“Mr.B- -Austin I didn’t eat, and I worked out, and I had the wine, and now I feel really weird…oh god!” you exclaim standing up from the couch “The kids what time is it!”

He stands with you and watches as you try to steady your balance. “The kids aren’t coming” he admits.

“What?!” You exclaim louder than you intended trying to focus your eyes feeling like they are vibrating.

“The kids aren’t coming because it’s a week day” he says looking at you as if you got the plans wrong.

You go over in your mind how he handed you the money and you try to remember his exact words ‘Come on your day off and make it up to me’ you realize he wants you to make it up sexually. You take a step back “Oh god Mr. Butler”

“Austin” he interjects

You take another step back “Mr. Austin I can’t - - ”

He cuts you off again “Just -Austin” he says.

Your back hits the wall behind you in a pathetic attempt to avoid his alluring aura. He places his hands to the wall on either side of your head cornering you and standing so closely you can smell his cologne.

“I tried luring you in so many ways but you were just so professional you never relaxed your guard around me. But I finally figured out how to loosen you up.” He says with a smile.

He stares into your eyes with a burning intensity wanting to watch your reaction as he admits it

“A pinch of ecstasy in a full glass of wine.” He smirks

“What!” You exclaim in shock that he’s already drugged you.

He smiles “A good girl like you wouldn’t even know what was happening to her.” He confesses with an alluring smile.

He lowers his head next to your ear “Why do you think you’re having so much fun?” he whispers to you as a strange sensation falls over your body.

He smiles against your ear and hovers his mouth over your neck fanning your sensitive skin as he speaks "You didn't leave me another way to have you.....it’s a shame I had to make it this way." He says as he licks his tongue in a trail along your neck.

You go weak and cover with chills as he starts to kiss and suck your neck making your body begin to tingle all over especially between your legs. It suddenly makes sense why the movie colors were so vivid and you felt shocks to your core that made you wet every second he was on screen.

You have fallen in to his trap.

Your breathing increases and you weakly put your hands on his firm chest trying to stop him but it's in vain. You can't fight the effect he has over you. The wine and the ecstasy make you completely surrender to his touch, you want more of him as he wants more of you.

He reaches his hand between your legs and presses his fingers against your pussy. It radiates pulses of pleasure throughout your entire body. A small moan escapes your lips. “Your fucking soaked “ he says looking at his wet fingertips.

You grab his hand placing it back to your aching pussy wanting him to touch you more you are craving it but he smirks.

He brings his hand up to your throat placing it gently there instead gazing directly into your eyes knowing he has complete control to pervert you to his wishes.

“I never took a good girl Ike you to be such a slut” he teases and you whimper. “Go on beg your boss to touch you like a slut“ he commands.

You slowly muster up the words “please… touch me”

You feel his hard cock press across your thighs instead making your core clench

“Is that what you want?" He asks leaning in to suck onto your neck again.

“Yes! Please Mr.Butler touch me” your desperate tone makes his cock harder.

"What did I tell you about my name?" He asks rubbing his hand against your pussy.His touch sends shocks of pleasure radiating through your body distracting you from saying his name

"A-Austin!!" you finally cry out.

"You’re so cock drunk you can't even form words" he says smiling in amusement as he kisses his way up your neck to your lips.

He takes you into an erotic kiss gaining instant access to your wanting mouth. He glides his tongue in and twirls it against yours while devouring your lips. He pulls you from the wall back into the aisle and pushes you down on the couch breaking his kiss and making you lay flat.

He holds your legs up pulling the band of your shorts to peel them off of you with your panties, leaving you half naked.

He climbs on top of you settling between your legs. His eyes are full of lust as you see them roam your body. He slowly unzips your jacket exposing your body in your sports bra.

"Fuck you look incredible" he says trailing his hand down your stomach.

His left hand hooks his thumb into your sports bra pulling it up enough to let your tits out of their confinement. He gets his phone out of his pocket and takes a photo with flash.

You turn away as it hurts your sensitive eyes. Any dignity you had left was shattered as soon as he took the compromising photo.

“Please delete it Austin!” you beg him with your entire career on the line if he shows anyone.

"Delete it?” He smirks “No, I’m gonna use it blackmail you into doing whatever I desire, and if you deny me it’ll be posted anonymously so everyone will know what a slut you really are” he confesses.

“Austin please I’ll do what ever you say please don’t post the photo” you beg him almost in tears the photo would ruin you.

He smiles and squeezes one of your full tits then the other. He tugs at your nipples making you gasp “Our little secret then” He says enamored, he finally has you at his mercy.

Suddenly you feel him slowly sink two of his fingers in your tight cunt. He starts to pump them in pulling against a hard ridge inside that makes your hips buck up.

"Austin!" you moan out as he sends shock of pleasure all over your body.

Your core gets tighter as he continues to finger you massaging your tight walls. You are heavily panting feeling the release of so many endorphins firing at once from the ecstasy.

Austin notices the way your legs tremble as your walls flutter against his fingers, you’re going to cum. He increases his pace enjoying his wet knuckles smacking against your folds as you moan.

"Austin please don't stop!" you plead as you start to climax. He places his other hand across your pelvis pressing down and using his thumb to circle your clit.

You are high pitched moaning with your core so tight it feels like it will snap.

“Cum for me” he commands and you clutch his wrist feeling how he shoves his finger inside of you as your orgasm.

You deeply moan as sparks explode in your core and radiate through your body. He continues to finger you into aftershock until your back arch’s from the couch as you cry out for him . Then he slows to a stop.

“I know, I know” he says cooing at you as he caresses your jaw. It was an intense orgasm you are panting and shivering trying to regain your breath. You rest your head back on the couch in a daze.

The ecstasy in your system has increased your arousal to its peak you have lost all control over your body.

You watch Austin pull a condom from his pocket and tear it open. He reaches in the band of his sweats and releases his thick cock.

“Oh god..." you say in a shock because he is so well endowed

"Such a slut for letting your new boss fuck you like this" He says as he smiles at you. He presses the condom to the head of his cock and carefully rolls it down his shaft. He sees you eyeing his every movement.

"Just a condom on the first time. In the application you sent in it said you are not on birth control, but we’re gonna fix that" he confesses.

Your eyes widen in shock as you whimper. You gave up so much information on your hiring form most that didn’t even pertain to the job. He knows: What college you go to, where your parents live, all of your social media handles, even your time of the month, among so many other things. He has it all thought out and trapped you officially.

“When Mr. Milano referred you to me, I was shocked he’d ever give you up , but with his divorce… no more kids no more babysitter.” He smiles “You were the hottest thing I’d ever seen. The picture he sent of you innocently smiling in your tennis outfit at his house.I pleasured myself to your photo right there at my bathroom sink.” He gazes lustfully between your legs “and now I finally get to try your sweet pussy”

You let out a moan as he settles between your legs and parts your thighs wider. He rests his chest to yours and aims his cock for your entrance. As he penetrates you grip his shoulders and cry out from the piercing of his size.

"MMm my good girl taking my cock so well..-fuck-..your so tight" he says as you gasp for air feeling the stretch. He slowly makes you take every inch of him until it’s too painful.

"It’s too much A-austin! Too m-much!!" you plead as your eyes well with tears and your nails dig into his shoulders.

You don't think you can handle it as you start to feel how big his cock is.

"Be a good girl and take it all for me" he says as he trusts himself deep sinking in all the way to your core. Your back arcs but no sound escapes your throat from the pain as the ecstasy amplifies it.

He works into you your stunned body at a gentle pace “Don’t worry pretty girl…the pain will subside … and you will like it.” he reassures you and plants kisses on your neck to distract you as he thrusts into you stretching your tight walls. After a moment his words are true the pain transforms into pleasure and he hears your sweet moans in his ears.

He puts his left hand on your hip increasing his thrusts pushing his deepest to hit your cervix. He turns your head exposing the other side of your neck to kiss and suck your most vulnerable spot creating a bruise.

He pins your hands above your head and tilts his hips thrusting at a deeper angle and increasing your moans. His hips begin smacking into yours as you cry out on each one of his thrusts.

“Austin I’m so close” you admit in passion.

“Gonna make you cum with me” he breaths increases his speed until he’s wracking your body with his plows.

“I’m gonna cum!” You yell making his cock twitch. He groans as he pumps you full of his seed. He grips your shoulders for leverage and pushes even deeper. You both moan in unison as you orgasm.

He finishes panting heavily above you staring into your eyes. He is thoroughly satisfied and already wants to feel every ridge of your walls without a condom.

You look back up at him as you regain your breath, it was the best sex you ever had.

“I’m gonna pull out now” he says and you nod as he slides his shaft back until his cock head slips out. You both moan from the loss of contact. He slowly stands from the couch and pulls the condom off of his cock until it snaps. He fixes his sweats and discards the condom in a lined bin.

You quickly find your panties and your shorts and pull them back on then you stand and zip up your sports jacket. Austin raises the lights to brighten the room as he turns all the other settings in the movie theater off with his universal remote.

“Earlier when you mentioned you didn’t eat I wanted to feed you. Can I feed you now” He asks over his shoulder.

You collect your purse. “No I think I’ll just go home.” You say nervously. He turns to look at you then.

“I want you to stay” he offers but you shy away “Austin I have classes in the morning I really wasn’t planning for …all of this”

He approaches you slowly tucking his finger under your chin. He sees in your eyes you are too drunk to even leave his estate.

He smirks knowing you’ll have to stay the night and he’s going to enjoy you again and again. He also has something he can give you that will always get his way with you.

“How much do I owe you for baby sitting me then” he asks slyly looking away to retrieve his phone. He opens the app to transfer money directly to your account. He leaves the number space blank as he hands it to you.

You look up at him knowing it was the best sex of your life but the way he corrupted the situation and controls you with it. You decide to go all in, typing in the number you want and handing it back to him. Double your monthly salary.

His eyes light up in amusement and he immediately hits send. You are well worth it. He wants you more and he quickly thinks of a way to get you to stay during the week.

Your phone alerts the transfer is complete and your stomach jumps in excitement looking at the amount in your banking app. He smiles seeing how happy you are.

As your eyes meet he gazes at you lustfully “For that amount you’ll have babysit me for the rest of the week then.” He admits.

End

To be continued due to high demand ♥️☺️🥀

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[bellarkeselection]

Hiii!! I saw that you wrote for Georgie Cooper from you Sheldon and I was wondering if you would write for him again 😊 Can I get Georgie with a latina gf that loves to cook, whenever she goes over to his house she's always bringing food from her culture (I'm Mexican so Mexican food ofc) .

Culture Cooking

I am not Latina so I hope I wrote this correctly 🤗 and a very short request in my opinion but I hope you still enjoy

Coming out of Missy’s room that used to be Georgie’s old bedroom, I had decided to get up early and make the family breakfast. I had stayed the night after my date with her older brother, and we didn’t get back till really late, so she said I could sleep over in her room. Walking down the small hallway and into the kitchen, I got lost in thought, thinking of the ingredients that I needed. I have been bringing over some spices and stuff when I would come over here. I loved cooking for Georgie, and he always seemed to enjoy my family's food. “Hey…uh what are you doing up this early?”

Whipping my head around away from the stove I saw Georgie stumbling his way into the kitchen. “Oh hey. I thought I’d make the family my kind of breakfast.”

“Sweet.” He smiled sitting down at the table watching me go back to cooking. My family had moved to Texas after my father got a new job here being the assistant principal.

One day after I was leaving from English class I had been walking down the hallway and accidentally bumped into Georgie. All of our notebooks went flying and that’s how we met basically. Turning the oven off I put the whole meal together on a plate and slid it across the table to him. “I present to you one of my families favorite things to eat for breakfast.”

“Woah this smells really good.” Georgie gave me praise picking up his fork and dove right in. He took a big bite making the same noise he does whenever his Meemaw makes brisket for dinner that he loves.

Georgie stared at me with a mouth full of food. “So what’s in this?”

“Let’s see it’s a fried tortilla topped with salsa. And there’s eggs, pulled chicken, cream cheese and bean included inside it too.” I chuckled sitting down and taking some bites out of the one I had made for myself with him.

Georgie took a few minutes to finish his food wiping some sauce that was left on his plate. I bite my lip trying not to laugh at seeing some cream in his hair where I moved one hand up wiping it away. “Awe dang it! I guess you are a really good cook if I get it in my hair.” He chuckled back at me.

“Yeah suppose so.” I responded moving our plates off the table hearing someone else entering the kitchen seeing it was Missy.

She squealed hugging me by the waist. “Hi Y/n. What did you make for breakfast?”

“She made a fried tortilla.” Her older brother said forking some more from the pan onto his plate.

Missy gave me a confused look. “A fried tortilla?”

“Yes but it’s actually called Chilaquiles.” I told her before she sat down and I made her a plate of her own.

Georgie finished his second plate putting his plate up in the sink then came over to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist bringing me closer to his chest with that same cheeky grin. “Even if I can’t pronounce your food half the time. You’re still a really good cook. Everybody in the family enjoys it. So thank you for this and all the other meals.”

“You’re welcome, Georgie. I always love cooking for y’all.” Draping my arms over his shoulders I grinned up at him kissing him slowly where he tightened his hands around me deepening the kiss.

He moved one hand into my hair and the other on my waist. We we’re getting caught up in the kiss that we almost wound have gone further if it wasn’t for his sister being in the kitchen with us. “Eww. If I knew you two were going to kiss after you ate I would have eaten my breakfast in front of the tv.” Missy made a look of discomfort.

“Awe I’m sorry Missy. I can’t help if he’s a good kisser and likes my food at the same time.” I shrugged my shoulders with him draping an arm over my shoulder so I laid my head on his shoulder since he was slightly taller than I was.

Georgie looped our hands together sending me a smirk. “Best of both words, my darling. You’re pretty awesome Y/n.”

“Stop being cute or I’m gonna barf my food.” She whined at us with her tounge sticking out.

I gasped remembering that their parents were already at work for the day so that left Sheldon in our care. Snapping my fingers at Missy I questioned his twin sister worried he needed to eat. “Missy, go tell your brother that I made breakfast.”

“Sheldon, Y/n made breakfast!” She spun around in her seat hollering towards their bedroom causing me and her older brother to start cracking up in laughter. Squeezing Georgie’s hand in mine I always enjoyed anytime I got to cook for this family.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[scarrletmoon]

okay i know the Discourse™️ has been going on for way too long at this point, but

i think some people outside of the OFMD fandom don’t actually get why we’re particularly annoying about this show

OFMD is not the first queer show to ever exist. if anything, it's a late entry in decades of queer media. over a year and a half since the first few episodes aired, everyone knows that OFMD is queer. that doesn't make it particularly special

but back in March? this is the trailer that dropped in February of 2022, 2 weeks before the premier. if you're used to seeing queer chemistry in shows that aren't intended to be queer, you might see the hints between Ed and Stede here. but to most people? it's just a silly little pirate comedy. just guys being dudes. the trailer doesn't even hint at the other 2 canonical queer relationships in the show -- the closest it gets suggesting romance is the music and the pink in the poster

so when people watched this show in March 2022, they went into it expecting subtext and nothing else. to them, it was like watching Sherlock or Supernatural or Merlin in the 2010s. if you were in any of those fandoms -- especially Sherlock and Supernatural -- you know what it was like; constant jokes at our expense, being mocked for creating explicit fanwork, made fun of by the creators and within the show itself. if we saw queer subtext, that was our problem. this was a time when you pretended NOT to be in fandom, for fear of ridicule. we kept our fanwork to ourselves, we DID NOT share it with the cast, and we accepted that our favourite ships would probably never be canon. maybe one day, if we were lucky, we'd have a show where the subtext wasn't mockery as much as deliberate foreshadowing -- but that had to be YEARS away

right?

OFMD was never billed as a queer show, not in the beginning. there was no LGBTQ+ tag on (HBO) Max, it wasn't on anyone's list of upcoming queer shows in 2022, it flew under the radar through most of its first season. this was a show about pirates, and sure, some of them were queer. but not the LEADS. if you think they're romantically involved, that's must be fandom brain poisoning

except the 9th episode aired, and they kissed. and the show said "you're not crazy for thinking they have chemistry because they really do. it's been a romance this whole time". and in the 10th episode, Stede realizes that he's in love

(not mandating you watch this clip if you don't care for the show, but there's something that feels particularly earth shattering about no one saying the word gay but knowing that Stede's realizing he is, that it's completely unambiguous and explicit in a way that only straight romances are usually allowed to be)

this is why people freaked out about this show. no one knew. even the creator, David Jenkins, was surprised when WE were surprised that it was gay for real -- he set out to write a love story, using all the tried and true beats of a rom com. he'd never even heard of the term queerbaiting. he looked at historical Blackbeard and Stede Bonnet and thought "oh, there's something here" and just...wrote that, with very little fanfare, like it was inevitable. like it was obvious. of course Jim and Pam end up together. of course Buttercup and Westley end up together. what kind of disappointing ending would it be if You've Got Mail ended with the main characters just going their separate ways?

so of course Ed and Stede are in love

look, i get it. we're annoying and won't shut the fuck up about this show that seems mediocre at best. i watched the whole thing back in march, thought "huh, that was cool" and was sure that i'd forget about it in a few days

an hour after looking at fanart on twitter, i was lost in the fucking sauce

there's just so much to unpack from a mere 10 episodes. it covers racism, toxic masculinity, gender expression, sexuality, trauma and abuse. and i don't think we should overlook the fact that the non-white characters in this show get to be fully human in a way i haven't seen in my favourite shows in recent memory

additionally, most OFMD are 25 or older. we're not people who've been spoiled by queer rep, who don't get how hard it used to be, how you'd have to grovel for scraps, how shipping and fanfiction was a way to find queer rep where we thought there never would be. we've been here. we're annoying about this show because for a lot of us, it's the first time we've been treated like our queerness isn't an anomaly that needs to be relegated to its own section, that needs to be praised for the bare minimum of acknowledging that we exist. it's not pulling punches to avoid scaring away a straight audience. it just is.

OFMD for me is like when i watched Black Panther for the first time and realized that this is what white people felt all the time. have there been other black superhero movies? of course! does Disney fucking suck? BOY does it. but that was the first time i got to sit in a movie theater and watch a mainstream film that looked at Africa and said "look at how beautiful you are, exactly as you are"

and idk. i think that's really cool

[sink-me-in-your-ocean]

𝔊𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 II

How would the Ghouls & Copia manhandle you when you’re being naughty?

Prompt by the illustrious @endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus

NSFW/Suggestive below the cut.

Copia:

At first, he doesn’t realize why you’re doing what you’re doing

But then he puts the pieces together, and it makes his hands twitch

He makes you lay across his knees, never needing to ask more than once

He’s going to spank you with his gloved hands

He makes you count each one

“How many was that?”

“Five.” 

“You’re not counting properly, either that or you’re lying intentionally. I have no idea why you’d do such a thing.”

“I’d never say less with the intention of you giving me more on purpose.”

“I’m beginning to think these punishments aren’t working on you anymore, amore. Let’s try something else...”

-

Swiss:

Won’t hesitate to put you on a leash when you step out of line

When a leash won’t work he’ll resort to other methods

Ties. You. Down.

He will step back to admire his handiwork on you, after a moment of staring he forgets your transgressions because of how good you look tied up

He’s lost in the sauce

“Sweet fucking hells, you’ve never looked better.”

The gag in your mouth keeps you from speaking.

“Remind me, what were you doing that was so bad earlier?”

“Hrmph - ” The sound was muffled.

“Shhh, don’t talk with your mouth full. Now just stay right there.”

-

Phantom:

When you act up, it flips a switch in his brain

Picks you up with ease from the side, lifting you bridal style into his arms

The tightness of his grip on you speaks volumes to his possessiveness 

He scans for an unoccupied room, hells, even a dark corner to take you

He needs you immediately and he knows you need him just as badly

“Oh you’ve done it now, you’ve got my attention, so let’s go.”

“Phantom, slow down!”

“No. You fired me up now you can bring me back down.” He sets you down once you’re behind closed doors. “On your fucking knees.”

You kneel in front of him, eager to please him after misbehaving.

“Oh fuck, yes, such a good girl, just like that.”

-

Dewdrop/Sodo:

Misbehaving is a broad term to this ghoul, in fact, he likes when you’re naughty

Except when you give any attention to his brothers

Now that is a sure-fire way to pour gasoline on his flames

He comes up behind you when you least expect it (see where this is going?)

His long fingers wrap around your throat, pressing intentionally on your arteries, your head swooning in seconds

“Don’t go all limp on me yet.”

“But, Dew -” you whimper.

“Come on, you know exactly what you do to me. It was intentional, wasn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now I’m going to be very intentional with you. I’m not letting you out of my sight the rest of the night.”

-

Rain:

He has infinite patience, at least until you vex him

And boy howdy, once you’ve crossed that bridge you’d better be prepared

There’s a determined look in his eye as he stalks towards you

He grabs your wrist, and even if you try to pull away, it’s impossible, his grip strength is too much

He drags you with him through the nearest corridor to a quiet space

“You’re going to be nice and quiet now for me.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Then I’ll make you.”

His hand clamps over your lips shockingly fast, leaving you a thin line to breathe from your nose.

“I love seeing you get a taste of your own medicine. Don’t like it when I match your energy? Don’t misbehave.”

-

Mountain:

Sits and watches stoically as you make a fool out of yourself 

Doesn’t need to say anything

Doesn’t need to do anything, but he does

He easily scoops you up, throwing you over his shoulder

He could spank you from here, but he prefers his partner underneath him (If you know what I mean)

“You do have to do all of that to get my attention, you know.” He plops you on his bed, climbing on top of you.

“I know, but maybe I’m looking for bad attention.”

“Yeah?”

You whine and writhe underneath him as he smacks (not hard) the thickness of your outer thigh.

“That’s what you want? Just ask next time, little villainess.”

-

Just da bois this time, but if you’d like me to include the ghoulettes pls just comment, I’m happy to oblige a fellow ghoulette lover! ( *︾▽︾)

Ghoulette Version Here!

[spidybaby]

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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