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hivemuthur · 3 months ago

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Anon because I am a coward lmao, but a request nonetheless if you want/have the time! Been thinking about a classic!Viktor (because him in that uniform is just so scrumptious) x f!reader in an established relationship where they have a bet going that they can't last a week without sex. They take turns over those 7 days mercilessly teasing the other and trying to make each other lose the bet (errant touches here and there, lingering kisses/looks, etc., and one of those could maybe be a heated up-against-the-wall makeout). Up to you whether they make it to day 7 or not! 🤭 And we stan a soft!dom!Viktor of course

I saw some folks picking anon emoji so I'll pick ✨️Anon if that's okay! Thanks for your time whether this makes it or not, I sincerely love everything you write! ❤️

Guess what. They didn't make it :x

All is Fair in Love and War

viktorxfemale!reader explicit! a lot of teasing + (unsafe) desk sex, if you squint diligently there is some dom!Viktor but he's so whipped he doesn't even have it in him, and there is some maybe a little bit OOC Viktor and love confessions too. Sap, remember?

word count: 5,8K (sorry it got out of hand)

author's note: Nothing, just Happy Freakday :v

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It is funny, the human nature and the way you leap at the chance to bend and break it whenever an opportunity to prove a point arises. Often against your better judgement, hurting yourself in the process—yet the reward, the being right, you deem worth it. Whether it is or isn’t, you still don’t know. No scientific data on the matter; you'd have to somehow double yourself and join both the control and the treatment group.

It’s also infuriating how once something is forbidden or simply out of reach, it becomes instantly more desirable—damn near essential to your survival.

And it’s not that you lack self-control or are some savage animal. No. Quite the opposite—composed, focused when it matters, dedicated when it’s required, passionate when you allow yourself to be. And most of the time, that last one comes easily, naturally, around Viktor.

You don’t even remember how it started. He said something along the lines of, “Is that so?” in that tone—the one that has your head tilting and your hand bracing your hip, the one that forecasts trouble—and you responded with something like, “Why don’t we find out?” fully aware that the challenge at hand was going to inch dangerously close to impossible.

It is now day four of your ridiculous, point-proving, let’s-see-who-folds, I-can-outlast-you-with-my-finger-in-(insert an offensive body part) bet—for lack of a better name—and you really can’t remember why you picked up that stinking glove in the first place.

Day one was relatively easy. That was back when your tactic was simply to stay docile and survive. Got you all cocky, how simple it was, just to brace through a day filled with mundane tasks—a list long enough you didn’t even see Viktor for more than a minute.

Day two got harder. Viktor, the snarky bastard, had already started playing unfairly—cravat loosened at the neck, top button undone, revealing his Adam’s apple, one of your many weak spots. Another, also shamelessly flaunted: the mole on the side of his throat. One of your favourite places to press your mouth to. It glared at you all day every time Viktor craned his neck or leaned beside you to read something over your shoulder. It became painfully clear then: without proper artillery, this battle would see you utterly, thoroughly obliterated.

As if the sight itself weren’t enough, Viktor was clearly ready to have you rendered stupid and wanting right there in the lab on that second day. Pretending to be engrossed in your notes, he traced his long finger down your handwriting, occasionally tapping, humming—soft and low in his throat. The air from his nose fanned your cheek mercilessly, steady and warm. And then, the wretched scoundrel, brushed his hand against yours. The touch was barely there, a whisper of skin, designed with surgical precision to twist the knife further. To finish the kill, he leaned down and pressed his lips to your forehead in a sign of loving approbation, murmuring, “Impressive work, lásko.”

“T-thank you,” you stammered, blinking blindly—trying desperately to blink away the feel of his hot lips on your skin, to scrub the sound of his voice from your brain. The praise had bled right into the spot you had prayed would remain numb. The urge to shake out your hand, to run it under cold water, to splash your face for good measure—you managed to resist. The burn on your cheeks, however, had no such mercy.

Viktor only smiled. The smirk he wore was unmistakable: a shit-eating, obscenely smug thing that sat crooked on his mouth, gleaming with unsaid victory. You could almost hear the remark hanging off the tip of his tongue—something close to, “That’s what I thought,” or, “As expected.” But he had the mercy, that day, to keep it to himself.

As he walked away, leaving you sighing in premature relief, he paused. Turned. Tipped his head, cane idly drawing slow circles across the stone floor.

“What would you say to raising the stakes?” he asked, like it was a casual thing, like it wasn’t a hand grenade tossed over his shoulder.

Impossible, you thought. Absolutely not. I’m barely hanging on, was the reasonable choice. Which, naturally, meant that instead of saying any of those sensible things, your stupid competitive mind stepped forward first.

“What do you have in mind?” you asked, voice already on the brink of cracking.

“Well,” Viktor began, adjusting his grip on the cane, feigning neutrality with such theatrics you wanted to hit him, “if we want this test to deliver true results…” A beat.

“Perhaps we should both refrain from seeking relief by our own hands.” He gave a gracious little tilt of his head, the kind that almost passed for innocence. “Unless, of course, that would be too much for you.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Are you implying that I have no self-control?”

“Not at all, my darling,” he replied smoothly. “I’m merely implying that I have more self-control than you do.”

A scoff—hot, sharp, and angered—left your mouth as you stood and closed the distance between you. Against reason, despite the suffering you’d already struggled to endure, you came so close that the air he breathed out, you could breathe in. You whispered, low and sinister, “Bring. It. On.”

“Very well,” Viktor muttered, leaning in to your ear. “Hands where I can see them, sweet thing.”

“Likewise,” you hummed into the hollow of his neck, and noticed—not without a sickening sense of triumph—that goosebumps rose where your breath had licked his skin. A faint pink bloomed upward from beneath his collar as well.

Sleeping that night? Nearly impossible, of course. Another thing added to the growing realm of forbidden comforts that had suddenly become this much more attractive to you. And you would be a liar if you said your hands didn’t itch. Sleep became another casualty in this battle, but somehow, you managed to stand your ground.

Naturally, you had to brace yourself with tactics of your own. Day three began with a strategy. You'd woken up taut and fraying, sheets tangled between your legs and thighs pressed too tight together. Your fingers stayed loyal to the pact—barely. But if you couldn’t touch yourself, then you’d just have to make him want to.

So you dressed with a mind to war: the cravat from your uniform was nowhere to be found—lost to the laundry or sabotage, you weren't sure, and frankly didn’t care. Instead of a replacement, you simply didn’t wear one. With the first few buttons of your shirt left artfully undone, the slight gap revealed the delicate valley of your cleavage whenever you leaned forward, bent over something, or stretched, as one does.

Then the skirt. It sat a little too low, so you wrapped the waistband twice and pinned it beneath your belt, hiking the hem high enough that your garters whispered suggestively with every step.

You walked into the lab like a provocation made flesh and Viktor noticed immediately—of course he did. He always notices everything. But this time, he said nothing. Just paused, mid-motion with a wrench in his hand, and blinked slowly, like he’d just been struck by something quiet and lethal. His gaze dropped once, flicked back up, and then he returned to his work with all the casualness of a man pretending not to drown.

That should’ve been your victory. Except that twenty minutes later, while you stood at the central workbench, bent over a set of schematics with a pencil tapping idly between your fingers, Viktor came up behind you. Not touching, never touching. But his voice, cool and rich, curled over your shoulder like silk.

“Did your cravat fall victim to a tragic accident?” he asked, as if genuinely curious.

You glanced back at him with a sugar-sweet smile. “Laundry’s fault. Terrible service. Think I’ll lodge a formal complaint.”

He hummed, low in his throat. “Yes, you should. It would be a shame if such... structural integrity failed in more critical areas of your attire.”

You turned, just slightly, letting him see the way your shirt shifted open with the movement. “If you’re concerned, I’m sure you could help reinforce it.”

“I could,” he said, his mouth twitching, his eyes lingering for one heartbeat too long. “But I wouldn’t want to overstep.”

And with that, he walked off. But his limp was tighter than usual, jaw clenched, and his cane struck the tile floor with a touch too much force to be casual. You counted that as a small, simmering win—and an idea, for later.

An idea which, before, you’d deemed a last resort, now begins to seem more and more essential to your survival, because Viktor is utterly fucking shameless.

It is day four, and you are inching toward your wits' end, disbelieving how a mere four days of deprivation have indeed left you nearly drooling over his body—slouched on the couch in what appears to be an innocent nap. But the sighs and groans that leave his mouth are a little too loud, a bit too breathy, and his legs are too far apart, the slope of his groin staring at you with obscene entitlement from where you are curled up on the couch next to him. Not touching, of course.

His chest rises and falls in slow, rhythmic pulls, the fabric of his shirt straining just faintly each time he inhales. You watch the subtle shift of muscle beneath it, the barely-there flutter of his lashes against his cheek, and the way his throat bobs every so often, like his body is caught somewhere between rest and need. His lips, slightly parted, glisten with the faint sheen of sleep, and it would be so easy—criminally easy—to lean in and steal the air right from his mouth.

You shouldn't be looking, you know that. But your eyes drag down the ridges of his ribs, the soft dip of his waist, the hand resting slack against his thigh—long fingers splayed in a mockery of carelessness. You can’t even pretend to read anymore. The words on the page blur while he lays there like a temptation wrought by some divine punishment, entirely unbothered, until—

He shifts. Just a little. One eye cracks open, and the barest hint of a smile twitches on his lips. Then, hoarse and low, without even bothering to fully open his eyes, he rasps, “Seeing anything you like?”

You have enough common sense not to startle. The instinctive reaction would be to deny, deny, deny. But then, a thought strikes you—why would you? The bet entails simply not fucking, not pretending as if you don’t want to. In a swift pivot, your new tactic slides into place like a dagger in silk.

“Very much so,” you say, voice smooth, a soft smile playing across your lips while your eyes narrow. You don’t even try to hide the way you’re ogling him, letting your gaze drag with intention—chest, throat, lips, hips—then slowly back up again to meet his.

“Oh?” he murmurs, finally opening both eyes. One brow lifts lazily. “Why don’t you tell me about it?”

“Oh, Viktor,” you sigh with feigned exasperation, tilting your head. Your tone is syrupy and sharp all at once. “Are you trying to orchestrate my downfall or yours?”

“Not at all,” he hums, pleased. “I’m simply curious about what’s happening in that pretty head of yours.”

“Very well,” you whisper, fingers ghosting over his wrist as your smile deepens. You cradle it like something precious, your thumb brushing across the knuckles—each one a peak, scarred and calloused with work, each line like a story. He watches you with curious eyes, a tension winding through his jaw, but he lets you guide him. Your lips part. You press them to the tips of his fingers in something that almost resembles devotion—until your tongue peeks out and you drag it, slow and warm, along the pad of his index.

“I’ve been thinking about this hand,” you whisper, eyes locked on his as you press a kiss into his fingertip, “in here.” You take the finger fully into your mouth then, slow and obscene, hollowing your cheeks just slightly.

A hiss leaves him, barely restrained, the muscle in his cheek twitching. He leans forward on instinct, like you’ve hooked a string behind his ribs and pulled. His gaze drops, fixated, almost pained with it.

“And then possibly…” you release his finger with a soft pop, teasing, “somewhere else.”

Viktor makes a sound low in his throat, something between a warning and a plea. He shifts closer, drawn in despite himself, and his eyes flick to your mouth again—wet and gleaming. “This,” he mutters, voice hoarse and fraying where he doesn’t intend it to, “is not fair play.”

You smile, teeth flashing, all wicked delight. “All’s fair in love and war,” you hum. “And as this is both, I’d say it’s more than fitting. Besides—” you lean in, brushing your nose along his jaw, “you know exactly what you’d have to do to end this… torture. All these layers in the way…”

His breath stutters. And then a smile curls on his lips—not soft, not sweet, but predatory. The kind of smile that promises you’ve stepped too close to the fire, and you’re about to feel the burn.

“Oh?” he says, gaze raking over you, slow and thorough, like he’s peeling you open with just a glance. “And how many layers do you think exactly part us?”

You still. Stare. He cannot possibly be serious. But then, with the ease of someone who knows precisely what they’re doing, Viktor shifts back and stretches—arms above his head, spine arching, muscles pulling taut under the fabric. The hem of his shirt untucks from his trousers in the process, rising just high enough to tease at the flat plane of his stomach.

Your mouth parts, uselessly, because the trousers dip. Just a fraction. But a fraction is enough. Low, low enough that where you expect to see the band of his underwear, there is—nothing. Just skin. A sliver of the sharp cut of his pelvis, and below that, the dangerous promise of more. Had the trousers slid even a breath lower—or not been cinched by his belt—you’d have been treated to the base of his cock.

Your heart stumbles over itself. Breath caught halfway between outrage and awe, you stare. Incredulous.

“Viktor,” you scold, voice choked with disbelief. “You slut.”

He chuckles darkly at that, low and pleased, the sound laced with unrepentant menace. “What was that?” he murmurs. “All is fair, something along those lines?”

His hand lifts, fingers trailing up to your cheek with mock-gentle reverence. “Seems you haven’t measured your opponent properly,” he says, almost fond. “A mistake. Might cost you.”

Your lips twitch upward, unwillingly impressed. “We’ll see about that,” you whisper, eyes narrowing with intent.

Because now—now you know. That little move? That wasn’t confidence. That was desperation. Calculated, yes, but desperate all the same. Viktor, flashing skin like a weapon, throwing everything short of actual cock at the problem—it’s telling. And oh, you were saving your last resort. But now you know—he’s already playing his.

And it’s only day four.

It’s unbearable to keep your part of the deal that night. To say that your hands crawl with ants is an understatement, and to say that you’ve slept is an overstatement, since all you’ve done is toss and turn. And in the morning, there is no laundry mishap, no sabotage to blame for what you’re about to do.

With your skirt’s waistband rolled up and your ass outright bare underneath, you walk through the corridors, the air licking at your thighs. You pray, sincerely and repeatedly, that you won’t run into Heimerdinger at any juncture—and as ludicrous as that prayer might seem, you suddenly understand why all the skirts of the Academy uniforms are the length you once deemed too prudish to ever stir Viktor into action.

The source of your frustration is already in his usual spot, scribbling the day’s tasks onto the blackboard. You can read the smile from the back of his head the moment you step in through the door, but instead of focusing on that, your gaze drops lower—to his thighs—trying to assess whether he’s fallen twice, whether yesterday’s stunt has repeated itself today.

Sadly, you can’t tell. So with gathered-up determination, you bid him hello and muster all your innocence as you sit at your workbench, thighs pressed close together, the chair biting cold into your skin.

It’s maddeningly civil throughout the first few hours—so much so that your head snaps up each time an audible sigh leaves his mouth, only to realise it’s not about you at all. Just something work-related, some frustration that has him hunched over and his brows all knitted.

After a while it becomes clear that Viktor is struggling. It begins subtly—grunts of frustration under his breath, the occasional mutter in a tone too low to catch, followed by the sharp squeak of chalk against slate. Again and again, he scribbles something onto the board, only to wipe it away with increasing irritation. The lines start to look like arguments more than equations. Whatever he’s writing, he hates it.

Curiosity gets the better of you. You rise and make your way over, and the moment you’re close—close enough to see the tension in his shoulders and the crease between his brows—it thickens in the space between you, the air charged and humming. He doesn't look at you, not at first.

"What’s the matter?" you ask gently, keeping your voice light.

He scoffs under his breath and waves you off. “Nothing.”

But his eyes betray him. They flick, just briefly, downward. Toward your thighs. Then snap away again, his jaw tightening. Oh, poor thing.

You almost feel sorry for him. Almost. But then you remember yesterday—the stretch, the lazy way his shirt had untucked. Desperation wrapped in smugness. No. This is fair game.

“Want to bounce ideas?” you offer, brushing your fingers lightly along his forearm. He stiffens. Your hand drifts higher, skimming over his shirt, the lean plane of his stomach beneath. Purely helpful. Entirely professional.

He exhales, smiling with a certain defeated amusement. “Sure.”

“Good,” you chirp, turning your head just enough for your breath to graze his neck. “Because you seem distracted.”

His eyes cut to you, dark and narrowed. “If you really want to help,” he says, slow and dry, “start writing from the top.”

You follow his gaze upward, and ah—if you’re not the universe’s favourite today, you don’t know what. You grab the usual board stool, the seat worn out and scraped from shoe soles constantly grinding into it anytime either of you wants to make full use of the black surface. You climb onto it gracefully and, as if it’s nothing, await instructions.

He doesn’t say a word, just steps aside, still holding the chalk in his fingers. His expression is unreadable, but his pulse is visible at his throat.

You hold out your hand. “Chalk.”

He gives it to you wordlessly, his gaze fixed. You begin to write.

“Ready,” you say sweetly.

He opens his mouth, begins to dictate something—but the moment his eyes trace down your back, catch the bare expanse of skin beneath the hem of your skirt, his voice falters.

“Start with—” he begins, and stops. Silence.

You glance over your shoulder. “What?”

He stares at you, mouth slightly parted. His throat works around a swallow. You smile, victorious, as the realisation dawns in his eyes. And Viktor doesn’t speak—at least not right away.

Just stands there, stunned. Caught mid-breath, as though something vital has short-circuited behind his eyes. And then you see it—the unmistakable flicker of calculation. You can almost hear the gears turning in his head, trying to solve this, trying to survive it. But he won’t.

Instead, he takes a slow step forward. Then another. The soft tap of his cane echoes once, then again, before he stops just beside you.

Something shifts, and you feel the motion before you see it—cool wood slipping beneath the hem of your skirt. The cane lifts gently, teasingly, fabric peeling upward, making your breath still.

Viktor exhales like a man broken. “You are so wicked,” he murmurs, voice hoarse, brazen. “This is cruel,” comes next, as pained as his expression.

You smile over your shoulder, saccharine-sweet. “My love. You dug your own grave yesterday.”

A low sound escapes him—somewhere between a laugh and a curse—and then he’s moving with purpose. He hooks the cane over the wing of the board to keep it out of the way, and his hands find your legs. His palms are warm, strong, sliding slowly upward. A sweep over your calves, the backs of your thighs, fingers tightening with every inch until he’s cupping you fully, squeezing your ass like it’s his only hope.

His face presses in, breath hot against where your thighs meet, his nose brushing skin. He breathes in deep, his exhale shuddering out against you.

“I surrender,” he says, voice barely above a whisper, as if anything louder would undo him completely. “Please get down from that chair so I can fuck you or I’ll go mad.”

You exhale a startled laugh—part shock, part triumph, part sheer disbelief that you've actually won—and barely stop yourself from huffing out finally as you hop off the stool.

Your landing is clumsy, the soles of your shoes slipping on the floor, but you barely find your footing before Viktor is on you.

His hands are already on your face, in your hair, his mouth glueing into yours, starving and rough. The kiss is all teeth and heat, his breath ragged, his hips pressing you back into the board as if he means to pin you there permanently.

"You’re a menace," he mutters between kisses, voice low, cracked. "Bože můj, you’ll make me lose my mind one day—"

You gasp against him, laughter catching on your tongue, but he swallows it down. Then he takes your wrist, firm and careful, and brings your hand to the front of his trousers, where he is hot and hard and straining.

“Look what you’ve done to me,” he breathes, forehead resting against yours, words trembling with restraint, rage, want—all of it. "Four days," he grits, biting your bottom lip gently before pulling back just enough to meet your eyes.

"Four days of you teasing me, torturing me—strutting around with those fucking lips and thighs and now this? No underwear?" He kisses you through it—messy, hungry, relentless. His lips smother yours again and again, every breath you try to take stolen from your mouth. His hands don’t know where to settle, roaming from your hips to your waist to your face like he’s desperate to feel everything at once, make up for the time lost.

You stumble backwards, and he follows, half draped over you as he walks you toward the nearest workbench, his hips grinding against yours with every step.

Breathless, you manage to smile again—still daring, still cocky, even now. "You reap what you sow."

“Cruel creature,” he growls into your mouth, words lost in the kiss. “You’ve won. Are you happy now?”

“So happy,” you gasp, catching his lower lip between your teeth. “It was unbearable. And you’re no better,” you add, voice low and accusing, “I hope you got burns from yesterday’s stunt.”

“I did,” he rasps, and his voice is a beautiful wreck of need. “And you’re going to lick me back to health.” Then, a pause. He pulls back just far enough to look at you properly, eyes half-lidded and wild, a grin curling his lips.

“But first,” he says, voice dark and deep, “get on that desk.”

You don’t need to be told twice. You haul yourself onto the workbench with a kind of grace that borders on indecent, your skirt bunching at your hips, legs parting. Viktor slots himself between them without hesitation, hands gripping your thighs like he’ll die if he doesn’t touch you, mouth dragging over your jaw, your throat, your collarbone, buttons of your shirt snapping open.

“Fuck,” he mutters with effort, as you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer. His hands slide beneath you, guiding your hips to grind into him, keeping you right where he wants you. One arm braces against the bench beside your hips; the other curls around your back, holding you steady as his lips find yours again.

Again, a lot of teeth, even more tongue, but you don’t care—you’ve missed those teeth and that tongue like an addict. You’ve missed the feeling of his hair between your fingers, his smell, the subtle scent of him that only reveals itself when you're this close. His hands, too, shaped as if they were made to cradle your body.

And then he’s fumbling with his belt, his breath fanning your cheek. And then—oh—you don’t even know when it happens, don’t even see if he’s bare under those pants, too busy staring at his lips, but he’s free and hard and leaking against you, resting at your entrance, his mouth breathing heavily. You twitch to meet him, but he holds you still, hips fixed in place like a statue, only his chest rising and falling.

His forehead presses to yours, jaw slack, eyes fluttering shut as he begins to sink in—deeper and deeper—stretching you out inch by inch. His breath trembles out of him in ragged exhales, mouth open in a silent moan until it finally breaks into sound—helpless and guttural.

“Oh, miláčku,” he breathes. “You feel—fuck—I’ve missed you.”

You’re clinging to him, nails digging into the fabric at his back, your head falling against his shoulder. It’s almost too much—he fills you completely, and still, he’s not all the way in.

And Viktor—Viktor looks undone already. His brow pinches at first, a flicker of pain or restraint, but it vanishes in the next breath. His face goes slack, lax. A visible, physical relief settles in his body the moment he bottoms out, hips flush to yours. He moans, long and loud, like this is the only thing that’s made him feel alive in days.

Your breath is nearly non-existent, lungs almost giving out, air caught somewhere in between them. It’s not just the stretch, though that alone is close to being too much, the sharp pull giving way to a fullness that borders on unbearable. It’s the heat of him, the weight, the press of his body. The air seems thicker now, like the room is holding its breath with you.

Your hands tremble as you clutch at his shoulders, trying to ground yourself, but there’s nothing grounding about this. Your nerves are alight, every inch of you humming with sensation—burning where he fills you, tingling where his chest brushes yours, where his breath ghosts across your skin.

You feel split wide open, every part of you drawn taut around him, and he hasn’t even moved yet.

“Gods,” you whisper, almost to yourself. “I almost forgot how much…”

Viktor lifts his head, his nose nudging yours, the smile he gives you helpless, crooked, all teeth and tenderness. “How much what?” he rasps.

You try to answer but it comes out as a gasp instead, the words dissolving as your body clenches around him. You feel the tremor run through him—see it, too, in the flicker of his lashes and the flex of his jaw.

He’s holding on, yet barely. You feel it in his grip, the way his fingers press into your skin, in the quiver of restraint in his thighs. And somehow, that makes it worse. Hotter. More intimate.

“You feel like—” you choke out, panting. “You feel like you’re everywhere.”

A low sound tears from his throat, somewhere between a groan and a plea. “That’s what I want,” he murmurs. “I want to be everywhere. I want to leave no room for anything else.” His hips roll—just once, shallow—and your mouth falls open, no sound coming out.

“Tell me,” he whispers, lips brushing your cheek, your temple, the shell of your ear. “Say you missed this. Say you missed me.”

You nod before you can form a word, tears prickling at your lashes from the intensity. “I missed you,” you gasp. “I missed everything. Please, let’s not do that again.”

His mouth finds yours again, fully desperate now, and finally—finally—he begins to move. And it’s deep, grinding in slow, restrained thrusts that have your breath stuttering with each pass. It’s all pressure and heat, dragging friction and stretch, every slide of his hips drawing out a gasp you can’t swallow, it just stumbles out.

His lips are on your neck, your jaw, your shoulder as his drool dampens your shirt, mouth panting hot between murmurs—fragments of words, your name, curses in Czech that sound like a praise.

“God,” he rasps, sweat slicking his forehead as he pulls out and sinks back in, slow, careful, so careful. “You’re so—tight, fuck—I can’t, I won’t—”

He cuts himself off with a grunt, hips shuddering against yours. The sound of him sliding inside you, wet and obscene, fills the small space between you. Each thrust makes it louder, harder to keep up.

“You’re not making this easy,” he growls against your ear, pressing in so deep your spine arches. “If you want me to last—touch yourself.”

You let out a shaky breath, not trusting your voice. But your hand slips between you, fingers working tight, trembling circles against your clit. And Viktor—Viktor moans when he sees it. His head drops to your shoulder, teeth scraping your skin through the fabric, sweat dripping from his brow, sinking into your clothes, as he starts to move again, even deeper this time, harder.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he hisses, watching you, wild-eyed. “Just like that—look at you.”

You shift, needing more, angling your hips, one foot propped up on the table’s edge for leverage, other leg hugging his side. It opens you wider, gives him more room, and he uses it—hips snapping forward, the slap of skin on skin filling the lab, occasionally knocking your hand off course.

The workbench creaks beneath you. His arm trembles where it braces beside your hip. His other hand is cupping your thigh, holding it high and tight, your body drawn up taut around his like a bowstring straining at the edge of release.

And still he doesn’t stop yapping—your name, praises, filth, words that blur together into a stream of breath and groans. “So wet for me,” he pants, thrusting deep enough to have you momentarily mute. You melt around him, every time he pulls out it’s like you’re begging him not to.

His eyes meet yours, glassy and undone, and you see it—that tight coil in his gut winding ever higher. His hips stammer, breath breaks, and he’s so, so close. And you are right there with him.

Shaking—hips bucking into your hand, legs trembling where the muscles can’t hold up any longer, every part of you stretched thin and burning. He’s not faring any better. His pace has lost its rhythm, faltering now, every thrust hitting deep but messy, like he’s chasing the edge and barely hanging in there.

“I’m—” you start, breath interrupting. “I’m close—almost—”

A sound breaks from him, torn from his chest. “Thank God,” he groans. “I’m so fucking close—baby, come for me.” A breath, and a pleading hand comes to cradle your neck. “Please,” he swallows, “be a good girl—”

And it’s that. That voice, those words, the begging, cracked raw and full of want—that shatters you into pieces. Your body clenches hard around him, every muscle tightening in a violent rush of release when you cum, mouth loud, nails biting into his back, forehead pressed to his as the string stretches and snaps, ripping you apart in a way only he can undo you.

And Viktor follows immediately—unable to hold back any longer. A hoarse sound like gravel, tears from his throat, and he thrusts once more, buried to the hilt as he spills inside you in hot, thick pulses of cum. His whole body shakes with it, his nose bumping into yours, mouth catching on your moan as he answers with one of his own.

Then, neither of you moves. You’re pressed together, heaving for air, clinging to each other like the world narrowed to this—slick skin, damp clothes, soft gasps, and the slow, sticky pulse of overstimulation setting in.

“Gods,” he mutters, voice barely there against your cheek. “You’re going to kill me.”

You laugh, breathless, threading your fingers through his damp hair. “Like-fucking-wise.”

A beat. Then, with a reluctant groan, Viktor draws back—slowly, carefully—pulling out of you with a hiss. The wet sound makes your stomach flip, and his eyes flutter at the loss of contact, still caught in that delicate haze of aftershock.

“You alright?” you ask, light and shaky. Your hand lifts to brush aside the hair clinging to his temple.

Viktor nods and swallows, clearly spent—tired but blissful. He leans in again, still softening, cock resting against your thigh as he presses back between your legs to kiss you. It’s a grateful kiss, deep and languid, like he doesn’t quite know what he’s thankful for—your body, your presence, or that the torment is finally over.

“You are so horrible,” he whispers fondly against your mouth. Then, quieter, more fragile, “I love you so fucking much.”

“Again, likewise,” you murmur, letting your legs slump off the table, heels swinging lazily against the backs of his calves. “You’re no warmonger though,” you hum, fingertips tracing the slope of his cheek, the swell of his bottom lip.

“No,” Viktor agrees with a tired smirk. “Death by my own sword. How ignominious.”

You grin. “I’m impressed with your tactics, though. You almost had me yesterday.”

“Shut up,” he groans, and cackles—rich and golden and still a little breathless. The sound is honey in your ears. “You shouldn’t kick a dying man.”

“Not kicking,” you say, mock-innocent. “Just poking. And I died a little too, in case you didn’t notice.”

“Oh, I noticed,” Viktor says, smirking into the curve of your throat. “I’m tempted to make you die like that again, but I fear for my own sanity.”

“Me too.” You kiss his temple, your heart still thudding somewhere under your ribs. “I am completely and utterly mad about you.”

“Likewise,” Viktor breathes against your lips, smiling without shame, pleased beyond dignity. And you are so, so glad the war is finally over.

#my writing #viktor arcane #viktor fanfic #viktor x reader #viktor x reader smut #viktor smut #viktor x gn!reader #viktor x oc #arcane #arcane fanfic #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #viktor nation #requests

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tokoyamisstuff · 4 months ago

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Second Chance At Love Epilogue

Warnings: none, maybe slight mental health issues

A/N: sorry for the wait, writing fluff doesn't come easy to me... but damn, I am incredibly thankful for everyone that has been engaging with this fic! 💌 it's been a pleasure, and I can't wait to create more for you wonderful people! ✨️

[Six Weeks Later]

"Had a nightmare again?"

Mark's half-lidded eyes were locked on you, wiping his wettened lashes dry before nuzzling against your chest again. He had fallen asleep on top of you while cuddling on the sofa, seeming rather peaceful until suddenly he had started getting restless and whisper concerning things in his sleep.

Those present days his only trouble was an irrational fear that he might hurt you during one of his night-terrors, and yet he was also too anxious of losing you again to not be at your side 24/7. So he had taken on the habit to simply hold you in his arms as and forcing himself to stay awake, admiring and protecting you even throughout the whole night.

Most of the time he'd just randomly pass out due to exhaustion, just like it had happened earlier. It's a miracle how he can even be functioning on so little rest, but Mark kept assuring you he's had it worse before and sadly, you did take his word for it.

"Mhh..." He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to shun out the unpleasant memories haunting his dreams and instead concentrates on your heartbeat in order to calm his own.

You're alive. You're here with him. This is real.

"A true nightmare would be waking up and see you gone" your boyfriend mumbled shyly as his panicked breathing slowly evens out, trailing an absentminded path of kisses along your collarbone.

Sometimes doubt would overcome him, thinking this was too good to be true, that maybe he just completely lost his mind and made it all up in his head.

"Hey, I'm with you" you coo sweetly, planting a wet kiss on the crown of his head. It's like you always have the words he needs to hear on the tip of your tongue.

"I know, I know..." Mark's grip on you loosens a bit, although his hands remained possessively hooked to your body. "Thank you."

You try sitting up but a noise of protest drang to your ear, making you giggle as the man climbed on top of you, burying his face in the crook of your neck to inhale your scent.

"Mark..." His mouth plays with the shell of your ear, making a pleasant shiver run down your spine. You let out a sensual sigh, hands disappearing under his shirt to feel up his muscular chest, before softly pushing him away. "We're already late..."

Your boyfriend sat up, still straddling your waist as his eyes darted throughout the room, trying to look anywhere but your face. "Are you, uh...are you sure William is okay with me accompanying you to his birthday party?"

"He specifically asked me to bring you along" you snicker, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt to pull him in for another kiss. He practically melts when he feels his lips move against yours, even after all this time. He'd never get tired of this, of you.

Mark's face is adorably flushed when you finally break contact, and you poke his chest in a teasing manner, offering him a cheeky grin. "So don't worry too much, okay?"

"Alright..." he murmurs under his breath, letting himself dramatically plummet onto you again. "Ugh, this is gonna be so awkward..."

Indeed...

With the sheer endless rebuild and trying to figure out your boyfriend's place in this world, there wasn't really much time for you to have a long overdue talk with this world's Mark and his girlfriend Eve.

"We need to get it over with eventually, right? The party is a great opportunity."

Those past weeks have been rather eventful, and frankly a lot is still complicated.

You haven't even let him meet your parents yet, since it'd be hard to explain why the man you're dating looks exactly like your childhood best friend down to the last minicule detail. A long lost twin, maybe? Damn, Cecil better earns his taxpayer's money and come up with something - it's a exhausting to keep your relationship a secret as technically, your boyfriend shouldn't exist in this dimension.

But ever since he was officially allowed to stay and roam freely, he's relentlessly working to make amends for his deeds.

He once confided in you that he's afraid of his father- no, Nolan's return to earth - because even though it's not the same version that tormented him all these years, he was afraid to relapse and lose control at the mere sight of him.

But that's a worry for another day. One step at a time.

Initially Cecil wanted your Mark to become the Guardian's new leader, however that 'the strongest leads' mindset was too similar to Viltrum culture for his liking. Not to mention he has yet to earn their trust, and is still not completely mentally stable.

When he first joined the team, everyone was - and frankly, still is - pretty wary, if not downright hateful towards him. After everything they needed to endure because of the variants, it's no wonder really. And yet, up until now they managed to swallow their feelings and treating him polite and respectful, though distanced, which is more than he could dare asking for.

A small victory is that the knowledge he got from his own timeline proved useful against many foes to come. Like that he's already indirectly averted so many dangers and saved countless lives!

One would think that after defeating an enemy as ferocious as Conquest through shared efforts, the two Marks would get along by now, right? But actually they were far from it, neutral at best.

Cecil insisted that both Marks could share their identity as Invincible, down to having the same costume and all. You were surprised that the original Mark had declined, as it would've certainly worked in his favor to have more free time and less responsibility. Seems like he was against having a variant - with questionable morals at best - act in his stead. You got the sentiment.

Your Mark on the other hand was willing to accept whatever circumstances he was handed, as long as it meant that the two of you could stay together. Besides that, he didn't really care about anything else.

Much to your delight at least, he's slowly but continuously getting better, with the help of a therapist the GDA had provided. You're a little distrustful of anyone working for them, but they basically owned your boyfriend by now - and also, there's no regular therapist on this earth that would be able to unpack all of his issues.

All that counts is that it's working. He's been unrecognizeable compared to his former self, getting out of his shell lately and cautiously opens up to other people and experiences again. It's truly heartwarming to see him try to enjoy life again, because he deserves nothing less.

You were so incredibly proud of the progress he made, and would do anything to support this wonderful, resilient and kind man leaving his dark past behind.

One prolonged shower the both of you took together later, and you were almost ready to leave for the evening.

"At least in my empire didn't have to wash the dishes anymore" you hear him whine ironically as he rummaged the kitchen, making you snicker. "I was soaking them!" you said in a fake offended tone, but you knew he was just stalling. "We can do them together later. Let's go!"

Looking around your rundown apartment sure makes one wonder how luxuriously he probably lived in his world. You were just glad to afford anything to live alone, but this sure must be a downgrade for him. "Now that you finally get payed by the GDA we could affort to move somewhere nicer? I mean you basically live with me already."

"Don't overthink it, I was just trying to be funny." You sulk a little, almost smearing your lipstick while applying. "Yeah, we need to work on your humor too apparently..."

"You know I wouldn't trade this- you for anything in the world...we could be living in a trashcan and I wouldn't complai- woah..." As Mark stepped into the entrance area his jaw dropped at your getup.

His eyes couldn't stop raking up and down your form, admiring how your outfit highlighted your body in all the right places. Anything from the way you wore your hair over the necklace he got you with his first paycheck, it was a sight to behold.

The most important accessory however was the radiant smile that appeared on your face when you noticed his reaction, so warm and bright that it felt as if bathing in sunlight itself.

"Wow, you, uh...you look incredible."

Only now he realized for how long he has been staring, and your innocent smile turned into a wide, amused one as you noticed the effect you had on him.

"The compliment goes right back!" You wink at him and Mark swings an arm around your shoulder, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. "How do I even deserve you?"

"It should be me asking that question" he insists, ignoring the way his stomach churns at the thought of meeting all of your friends. "Hurry up, before I change my mind."

7:20 pm and you're finally at the bowling alley, not even half an hour too late. A new record. And as you were soon told, the party didn't start until 10 minutes later - you were just given an earlier time since they knew Mark would be late in any dimension.

To be perfectly honest, you were surprised that William invited your boyfriend, yet kept quiet to not worry him any further. But a few weeks prior you tried to get them acquainted, and of course William had pestered Mark about his counterpart's fate - until the latter finally confessed having gruesomely killed him at his father's request.

You reassured him that it was William's fault for riddling him with so many uncomfortable questions, and that he shouldn't have asked if he can't handle the truth. Seems you were right at least, there's a reason they were best friends across so many timelines.

The two of you were the first to arrive, before the actual birthday boy even, and still you needed to coax your boyfriend - who was currently spiraling - inside like one would lure in a timid animal.

You could only imagine what went through everyone's mind as they entered one after anothe - especially since not only them, but also Amber and her new partner had come. Feeling the anxiety radiating off of him, you remained at your boyfriend's side, squeezing his hand ever so slightly to remind him you're not going anywhere.

"Kinda awkward, huh? The relationship dynamics are all over the place" William teased, before turning around and busying himself with playing. "Try to act like adults, I'm busy destroying all of you with my skills."

"You wish!" Eve seemed the least rigid out of all of you, jumping up and materializing a custom bowling ball as she joined the couple. At least she seemed approachable...you'd rather not want to be on the receiving end of such a powerful being's wrath.

To be perfectly honest, seeing the original Mark - your former and hopefully soon again friend - after all this time wasn't nearly as strange as you imagined it'd be. You were glad to see him of course, but other than that you felt nothing but a siblinglike bond between you - the heartache and unrequited love you had felt for so long had vaporized completely.

He wasn't your Mark after all.

A few drinks later the mood loosened up eventually - at least for those of you who could still be affected by alcohol.

"They seem to get along surprisingly well" Amber noted, taking a seat next to you and clinking her bottle with yours, before nodding towards the two Marks conversing in the background. "What are they taking about?"

"They're complaining about the animation of the new Seance Dog season, I think?" You roll your eyes and both of you break out in laughter. "It was the first thing he did after the whole war. Made me sit through the entire thing in one night."

"Glad to hear our world's Mark is not the only hopeless nerd" Eve commented as she joined you two, now effectively trapped in between Mark's ex and his current girlfriend.

You took a deep, shuddered breath, before trying to explain yourself. "Eve, hear me out, before you say anything, I didn't-"

"I know" she interrupted you anyways, shooting you a sympathetic look. "I think we all understand. No matter how crazy the situation is, I think we're used to stuff like this by now..." You huffed an uncomfortable laugh, but she was right wasn't she? "Amber and I have been through similar things not long ago. I had a crush on Mark when they were still together, but we talked it out and are still friends."

"Why would we even be mad?" Amber added, "You never acted on your feelings and respected our relationship with Mark."

"Still, it's just...weird, isn't it?" You're fidgeting with your fingers, eyes darting between your boyfriend and the floor. "I mean, I'm dating a different version of Mark, that's just-"

"But he's his own person. It's not like you're setting for him just because you couldn't get the original, right?"

"Of course not!" you blurt out mildly upset, though you had also once accused your boyfriend of using you as a rebound. "He's not a replacement. He's himself. Even though they look alike and share similar memories, my Mark is different in so many ways...I didn't even plan to, we just happened to fall for each other."

Yeah. It may have started wrong, but the two of you got to know each other beyond your unhealthy obsession for the concept of your other variants.

"I'm glad to hear that" Eve and Amber both lay a hand on your shoulder, proclaiming they're very happy for how things turned out for you and the alternate Mark...

...but were rudely interrupted by the TV volume increasing due to emergency news about a villain rampaging in a nearby city.

"Mark!" all three of you yell in unison, and both of them flinch at the sound and rush towards you.

"We may need to give them nicknames..." You chuckle at Eve's idea, turning your attention to your partner. "Maybe I should call you 'Sebastian' from now on, so we can distinguish you two better?"

"Whatever you say, babe!" he chirps like the lovestruck fool he is, before realizing what was going on. "Oh. I'll go take care of it!" He turns to the original Mark, determination present on his face. "You can stay with your friends."

"You mean our friends" the original corrects him, and both crack a appreciative smile at each other. "And I don't think so. How about we go together?"

"Sure!" his counterpart chants happily, giving you a last quick embrace from behind before going outside. "Should be quick work with the two of us, see ya soon!"

Later this night the two of you were entangled under the sheets, long since stripped of any clothing as you enjoyed the warmth of each other's body. Your boyfriend absentmindedly caresses your skin, raising goosebumps as his fingertips trace little paths across your curves.

"Sooo..." you ask curious, now facing him while you pepper countless kisses across his face. "Did you enjoy the evening after all?"

"You have no idea" he admitted, feeling as content with himself as never before. "It's been forever since things felt so...normal. Also..." His thumb gently stroke your cheek and you eagerly leaned into his touch. "Mark said that our- uh, his mom and brother want to meet me."

"Oh?" Seems like things were progressing even better than you anticipated. "Well, what did you say?"

"I couldn't object even if I wanted to. Opened my mouth and he directly cut me off by saying something like 'what's one more half-viltrumite to accept into the family?'"

"Yeah, sounds like them." You snort with laughter, tears of happiness forming in the brim of your eyes. "But I'm glad, really. There's so many good people who welcome you into their lives now. You are so, so loved, do you know that?"

Mark leans his forehead against yours, briefly closing the gap between your lips. "All thanks to you" he claims, his voice wavering with almost worship-like reverence.

"No, that was all you." He tends to take all the blame but rarely gives himself credit. After the tragic turn his life took, throughout all the pain and loss...in the end he chose to do what's right.

If anyone deserves a happy ending, it's him - and you will make sure he gets it.

"Do you think Angstrom will return one day?" You ask cautiously and in an instant your boyfriend has securely cradled you against his chest.

"Of course, that bastard is tough. Being driven by insanity does that to a man, I know what I'm talking about." His joke only caused you to frown, but the sanguine smile plastered on his face was contagious nonetheless. Not to mention you were too drunk and tired to argue anyway. "Don't worry. This time we're two Invincibles, and I'll make sure nothing happens to this world. It's my home now...because you are on it."

Mark proceeds to rub a soothing pattern between your shoulderblades, draping the blanket over both of you as he watched you slowly drift into sleep. He leans in to plant a last, lingering kiss atop of your temple, closing his eyes as well to indulge in this peaceful closeness.

"...maybe I should be thanking Angstrom, for making me meet the true love of my life..."

#invincible #mark grayson #invincible x reader #mark grayson x reader #alternate invincibles #multiverse #writing #reader insert #fanfiction

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 months ago

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Can I make a one shot request of Ena Dream BBQ, Meanie Ena x Fem Reader when Ena is jealous for Reader?

Reader can be a human that somehow got in this unique world so she tries to socialize with the other NCPs ending up getting along with many of them as she always makes new NPC friends this might make the work more easy but also a distraction as well

I hope the idea isn't too long, if you want to change something I'm totally Ok with it 👌✨️

Hope it's okay that I made these headcanons! Writing characters being jealous is always fun haha

..........

Ena isn't one to get too distracted from her job.

Although ever since you two began your mission in the Lonely Door, she noticed something.

It was happening a lot more frequently--something that, with each instance of it occurring, gave her Meanie side feelings of unpleasantness.

It became hard to stay focused. Even her Salesperson side had trouble acting like nothing was amiss and maintaining her charm.

The problem? It's that 99.5% of the people you've met so far were more eager to speak to you rather than her.

At first you didn't see any issues with this (not that your girlfriend gave you any signs that there are to begin with).

Despite being a human, and therefore being an anomaly in all of their eyes, somehow they are more comfortable conversing with you.

You figured that since you're stuck here, you might as well socialize with whoever you meet--and since language barriers didn't exist in this world, you had no troubles or miscommunications.

Ena said something about how maintaining connections was essential to completing your job, so you didn't see anything wrong with talking to a few clients so casually, especially as it helped you get the work done faster and line more chocolates into your pockets.

You made friends out of strangers fast, all of them wanting to know more about your human culture, and you'd share little stories here and there.

Salesperson Ena didn't mind this so much, although she'd lose her typical sales pitch tone and feel a little disheartened if she got ignored. But anytime you asked her if she was alright, she'd perk right back up.

Meanie Ena, on the other hand...wasn't one to express any emotion that wasn't anger, sarcasm, or strictness. But for a while she stayed unusually quiet, so you had no idea.

Or at least until the moment a client outright dismissed her, pretending she's not there when she's trying to conduct serious business.

"We will do our utmost to assist you, valued customer! Could you direct us to where we may perchance find-?"

"Quiet! Can't you see I'm talking to [y/n] here??" They snap, scowling at her deeply, before turning to you with a smile. "Oh, do tell me that story again. I haven't had a laugh like that in eons!"

"Haha, well..I believe I've spoken about it two...three times now? And besides, I have a good idea about where to go. So whenever you're ready.....Ena?" You turned back to her, only to see that she froze up.

She was stuck in an odd pose, geometric fingers twitching, mouth agape in shock with static white noise filling her eyes.

Of course, you knew that she wasn't exactly...a stable entity. She'd have sporadic movements here and there or do something incredibly insane and act like it's totally normal--or you'd have to deal with Meanie yelling out of nowhere.

But this was new. And rightfully alarming.

A snap of your fingers is all it takes to "reboot" her, in a sense, but that's when you see her paler half's scowl.

Deep down, those unpleasant feelings have finally clawed their way to the surface--and like a volcano, her emotions explode in the face of the customer. As though they called your services a scam and prayed to the Genies themselves that you got fired.

"Your business is no longer welcomed! We're terminating this stupid contract--EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY!! Have a horrible, no good, very bad day, jerkface!!" She grabs your arm unexpectedly and drags you off, bringing you somewhere out in the desert, away from all the people you could possibly interact with.

"Ena! What the hell was that all about?" You dust yourself off, looking annoyed. "We just lost out on a good deal-"

"Screw that!! We have deadlines! Deadlines that were, and deadlines that have yet to exist!! But you're just LAZYING around! Cozying up to these ungrateful shits!! We can't get distracted when we're trying to find the Gen--bathr000-oom." She paces around, trying to keep her head from literally spinning out of control.

"....I thought you said having a friendly demeanor was great for boosting our services." You frown. "Unless...you think I'm being too friendly with them?"

"......that's...irrelevant.." She mutters, but this time she doesn't sound so sure of herself.

Judging from the way she hugged her torso and glanced away from you, you had a feeling something else was going on.

And just like that, it suddenly clicks in your mind.

"Wait. Ena, are you....jealous that they're talking to me more?"

She says nothing, although her small huff gave you the answer you needed.

Well, it made perfect sense. She's had quite a negative reputation--one so bad that people acted rude and were more than okay with ignoring her presence--yet she didn't wanna elaborate on why that is.

But you loved her regardless of what others think. She was the one who showed you this wacky world and all it could do, doing everything in her power to make sure you felt welcomed here, and you've put your trust in her.

And you trust that in due time, she'll be comfortable enough to explain everything.

For now, business calls...but apparently she was battling a distraction of her own, one that you are now aware of.

"Oh, why didn't you tell me that sooner, honey?" Pouting, you pat her humanlike shoulder. "I'm sorry. I would've eased up and kept things strictly professional had I known. I didn't mean to make you feel ignored."

"It's...It's fine. I-I got carried away, too...so it's not all on you." She mumbled, fidgeting with her hat. "'m not gonna stop you from making friends.."

You've never seen Meanie so quiet and flustered before--this was a rarity.

And in all honesty, it was quite cute, but you didn't wanna say that out loud-

"Cute?!! Did you just....I'm not...!!!"

You blink, having forgotten that sometimes she could hear your thoughts. Yet you weren't ashamed. "Hey, I stand by what I said--erm..thought. It's cute how jealous you easily get. But I feel really bad, still. So....lemme make it up to you." You kiss her paler side, watching as she glitched out a little, her scowl faltering into a look of shock.

Luckily she didn't have a total system crash.

That's right...she was also getting used to this whole "affection" scene.

"Am I absolved?"

Her reply is a very glitchy and distorted "yes".

Froggy called a few moments later, but you picked up the phone instead as she was still simmering in her embarrassment.

"How's the mission coming along? This smoke is clogging my eeaaaaars..."

"I know it sucks, but we're making good progress."

"That's a relief. But where's Ena?? She should be picking up!!"

"She's fine." You glanced back at Ena, who was now sitting on the ground, her Meanie side staring down at the list of tasks--only to hide her face behind the paper when she caught you staring.

But you just shake your head in amusement. "We're just...taking a short break."

"Eh?? I can sense you smiling. What's so funny?"

"Oh nothing. Nothing at all."

#clanask #anonymous #ena x reader #end dream bbq x reader #dream bbq x reader #meanie ena #meanie ena x reader #headcanons #female reader

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kiddotarot · 4 months ago

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Your True potential

Pile 1. Pile 2. Pile 3.

Pile 1 .

pile 1 you are the people who can stand again no matter how hard the situation is. You collect yourself and get on the track again and build the legacy and your kingdom again and again without help . You guys are the best motivation for yourself and may inspire people around you . You May face a lot of betrayal , dishonesty and backstabbing from people around you and may people or life throw you many times in a situation where you don't have much option or resources or help . But you know how To make best of any resources you have in life you may start again and get on the top without any help. You have your own creativity and skill. You know what is the process and how it will be done and when an artist knows how to create a masterpiece it can be done any time , anywhere you guys are survivors who can start A new beginning ✨️ now matter what .

Pile 2.

Pile 2 your true potential is that success comes to you by itself no matter what condition luck always be by your side . You know how to work in your favor and how to do a lot of work . This pile is also give me sign of a person or child which is abdomened by society and family may be an elder sibling. You may face financial condition problems in your life or may be lack of sufficient resources but you are the person who don't care about what you have and not you don't care about material , luxuries and life may always hard on you but time teach you a lot and you get to know that you can get whatever you want and materials and things never an issue . There is also a lack of nurturing from a mother figure but still you stand here with the strongest person on earth. These all things make you detached and unaffected. You know the reality of a crucial world and you know how to manage and win after it all.

Pile 3.

Pile 3 your true potential is your strength and your self love and the sense of knowing what you are from your deepest core and your self respect and courage is the important part to reach at the ultimate potential. You are a very spiritual person and you have the clarity of things around you and for the things which are important for you . You may do meditation and some kind of inner healing and self love for yourself. You may Also trust your inner self and be very aligned with the universe, a person which can talk with God and know the sign. You guys never compromise cause you know what is your worth so you never drop your standards and stand high for self respect and for yourself. You are the soul which already have experience of this earth and knows the its important to take easy cause you already experienced it all and an old soul which already know things And enjoying time on earth.

@kiddotarot

#tarot tumblr #tarotcommunity #vedic astrology #astrology #astro notes #tarot reading #astrology community #daily tarot #pick a pile #pick a card #pick an image #tarot #tarot community #paid tarot reading

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good-beans · 1 year ago

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Happy Easter to those who celebrate! Either way, wishing everyone a relaxing day full of treats :3

#take it easy everyone!#at my grandparents' to see some family -- theyre selling the house so this will probably be the last holiday here :')#its bittersweet #its been a fun trip! my brother announced he and his wife are having a baby 🥺#im gonna be auntie beans......#🌷🐇✨️#rose rambles

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sheep-from-rad · 6 months ago

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Do you vibe with crossovers?

Cause an idea that's been wedged in my head has been (yandere!batfam) neglected!reader who was sent to either twisted wonderland or the devildom. Like I genuinely don't think the bats would stand a chance against that reader.

✨️✨️✨️

Omg anon yes!! Crossovers are delicious. 10/10 will eat again, will make series too. What about SAGAU x Batfam? <3 Anon ,feed me more.

Let’s face it, both RAD and NRC, whether alone or combined, are too powerful for the Bats. If they want to see you again in Gotham then they will need to have the issues sent to other heroes and vigilantes in order to establish a connection (they’ll call it diplomatic approach too).

If the reader was sent to Devildom and then the bats automatically lost. The DC universe has their own demons, angels, and gods but the thing is those entities aren’t a part of the game. You left Gotham as a normal human and you came back as a master of seven powerful demons and possibly a harem leader to powerful beings too. At least Obey me wise, you’re the one of the most powerful humans to exist.

I just can see Batman working with Constantine even though he doesn’t like Constantine. On the Constantine note btw, I can see him making an enemy of the whole Devildom because of his crimes. He’d be like Solomon but the criminal version. OM! Ensemble will keep you in Devildom, not because they don’t like the bats. It’s because hell is much safer than Gotham.

Twisted wonderland wise, you don’t need Malleus to fight the bats to keep you at

NRC. Batman and the bats study their enemies first before fighting them and it’s going to take them years to study everyone, not to mention not everyone has their unique magic yet (at least not all first years don’t have it yet). Riddle’s unique magic will not work on Bats sure but what about the other Twisted wonderland characters? Leona alone is already too powerful and let’s not underestimate Cater too. In the events of yandere! Batfam trying to get MC back, Cater can just make a clone and trick them all.

I feel like Batfam will try to fight dirty and show Twisted wonderland the truth about the seven being villains. While the NRC is having a breakdown, they can come and snatch you home, easy peasy. Crowley can try and hand you back to the bats because he’s easy like that but the others will fight back. General Lilia might come back, Crewel will have a verbal showdown with everyone and you know what, let’s just have Malleus make the whole DC universe go to sleep so you can live a good life.

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Oh, baby!

Summary: Gavi changed and didn't notice how much it was affecting you and your relationship.

Warnings: cursing, asshole!Pablo.

A/N: Hello to everybody! This is something that I thought for quite a long time. It's a long one, so grab a snack. Love you all 💛

It was no secret for people that Gavi was someone who was very private. He barely posts anything on Instagram or stories.

Even when the injury came, he was very low profile, not posting more than necessary. Even the "necessary" posts were a story or two per month.

When you two met, it was like you two had this connection that was undeniable. You are Pablo's physio niece. You met when you were at his place, and Gavi came for a talk.

Nobody expected Gavi to find someone to be with during this time. Not even your friends and family expected you to be with him.

At first, you tried to keep your distance, but when inevitably he kept with the excuses on why he needed to be at your uncle's house just to see you.

You did give him a chance to get to know him. You even noticed that your uncle was also trying to play Cupid. Then you discovered that it was Gavi the one who asked him to do that.

Your relationship was new. You two are about to hit the six months mark in just a few days, it was fairly new.

Thanks to you meeting gavi during his injury and being his physio's niece was that you met his parents and sister a little bit too early than normal.

You know them and like them, and you can say say that they know you and like you too. You can even say that Aurora and you became friends thanks to that.

Something Gavi and you talked about before even being together was to always make time for each other.

You try to see each other as much as Gavi's career allows you to. Always trying to have some time to talk and catch up on each other's.

You are thankful that Pablo has his own place, his parents visit him, but they are not that much around.

Now that he is no longer injured, he gets the house to himself more than ever. Making it easy for the two of you to have a place where you can have time to yourselves.

"Gavi, how does it feel to be the winner of La Super Copa?" You ask him, taking his shirt off.

He grabs your cheeks, shutting you up by kissing your lips. "De puta madre." He smirks.

"Oh, Gavi, what a dirty mouth you have." You act all surprised. You start to undo the knot in his sweats.

He can't help but laugh. "I'm not the one who's undressing me." He says, hands caressing your nakedness.

"Well, I can't be the only naked one." You smile, pulling his pants and boxers down. You grab his hand, pulling him towards the bed for him to kneel on the mattress. "But I can be the one giving you your reward."

He pushes you lightly, making you fall on the pillows. He waits for you to accommodate yourself on the bed.

Grabbing your akles and separating your legs. "Remind me that we need to go to the pharmacy." He says, kissing your neck.

You don't even pay attention to his words, you just moan and nod, not even caring what he was saying.

"Te amo." You say, grabbing his cheeks and kissing his lips.

"Yo más."

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"I don't get it," you say, turning your head to him. "So Ansu said that to Flick?" You ask, surprised about the story he's telling you.

"Muy loco." He laughs. "But yeah, he did say that in front of the whole dressing room."

"And what Hansi said?"

"He just nodded and left angry, but as you can tell, Ansu is not playing." He pouts. "Ale and I try to tell him off, but he said that he needed to speak with Hansi. The last time he did it was when we won La Super Copa but he says that nothing has changed."

"I think he's just frustrated, I get where he's coming from." You pout, nodding at him. "Want more ice cream?" You ask, scooping some more with your spoon.

"I just hope he knows I'm here for him." He sighs, taking the ice cream you are offering. "That's amazing."

You smile, giving him more of your ice cream. "I'm going to miss you so much, I'm sorry I can't go to the match."

"Madrid will be the worst without you." He pouts, giving you a hug. "But you need to study, that's important."

"I'll be free when you come back as a champion." You say, grabbing his cheeks and pulling him towards you. "You are my champion."

You love moments like this, both of you eating ice cream and having a moment to talk about your days, what happened with your friends, things like that.

"I heard my uncle mention to the other physios that you have been feeling some discomfort while doing gym exercises."

He nods, eating his ice cream. "Sometimes that happens, but don't worry." He half smiles.

"Don't push yourself," you say, giving him a kiss on the head. "Take it slow, Hansi knows you and trusts you."

"It's just so frustrating. People talk about how now I'm just on the bench, but they have no fucking idea how hard is it to come back from a injury where my knee was destroyed."

You nod, grabbing his hands. "I know, pabs." You smile at him. "Don't worry about what people say, Hansi trusts you so much, the team too. So you don't have to feel like this over someone who doesn't know anything about football."

He smiles, hugging you. "I really don't want to go." He whispers. "I'll miss you a lot."

"Me too, but you are going to have fun. Please don't tackle someone during the game." You joke with him, making him laugh.

"You are in love with that boy." Your friend says, watching you smile at the phone.

"Me? Pffft, I'm just smiling at a meme." You say blushing so hard. "By the way, I brought us some strawberries." You smile, taking the fruit out of your picking basket. "I've been craving them so bad that the other day I tried one with mustard. It was so good."

"Mustard?" She asks, already disgusted by the mix. "That's so iugh, and since when do you like mustard?"

"I don't know, but I was craving something, and my I didn't have it, so I had to be creative."

"You are so weird, iugh." She laughs. "I brought some nutella crepes, your favorites."

She opened the container, and when the smell hit you, you let out the biggest gag you ever had. You turn your face to the side, trying to calm down the urge to throw up.

"Are you okay?"

"Joder, perdona." You say, drinking some water. "The smell got me, I don't know why. I been really sensible to some smells, maybe I have a stomach bug."

She narrowed her eyes at you, looking you up and down. "We need to leave, come with me." She says, getting up and picking her things up. You grab your stuff and follow her.

You read the texts he left you a few hours ago. You block your phone again, going back to staring at the ceiling.

You spend a good ten minutes starting at the ceiling. You grab your phone, texting him to come to your place.

He answers quickly, telling you that he'll be there in a few minutes. You get out of bed to go see if your uncle was home or if he was at work.

You check the house, thankful that you are alone. That way it was easier for you to talk with him without having to check if someone was hearing you.

You sit down on the couch, waiting for him to show up. You just stare at nothing, mind in blank for the first time since your friend left.

You hear your phone, it was a text from him telling you that he was outside. You take a deep breath before walking to the door.

"Buenas!" He says, giving you a hug. "I got you your favorite cookies."

"Thanks." You smile, kissing his cheek. You hug him hard, giving him a kiss on his shoulder. "How are you?"

"Good," you whisper, grabbing his hands and pulling him towards the stairs. You wanted to talk to him in your room.

"How was the beach?" He asks you. "I tried calling you, but it was off."

"I know, it was acting weird." You lie, sitting on your bed. "I need to-" You try to say, being interrupted by him.

"You have no idea how fun that trip was. My mom was so sad you weren't there because Aurora and her went out to a museum."

"Yeah, maybe next time." You whisper. "I really need to-"

"And Fermin's girlfriend asked me about you. I told her < oh, she's studying > and also Pedri asked about yo-"

"Pablo!" You call him. "Please, hear me out."

That's the first time he noticed your red Puffy eyes and how nervous you look. He frowns, worried about your state.

"What's wrong? Are you okay? Were you crying?" He asks.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself before speaking. You stay quiet for a while, taking some deep breaths.

"Joder, you are scaring me."

"That day my friend and I went to the beach, I was telling her how I've been sensible to some smells, how I was trying this weird food combinations. She asked me to come with her, and we drove to a pharmac-"

"Are you sick?" He asks, worried about you. "Does anything hurt? Do you need me to get you some medicine? Take to the hospital? The ER."

"I'm not sick, I jus-"

"Was is a stomach bug or something?"

"No, liste-"

"Joder, maybe that food we ate the night before I went to Madrid."

"Pablo!" You groan, he was making you even more nervous. "Liste-"

"We can go to the doctor, want me to call and schedul-"

"I'm pregnant."

It's the way the color of his face dissappear, the way his body paused. How his mouth got shut and his lips are now in a tin line.

He's just looking at you, not saying anything. You can't help but cry, the overwhelming feeling it's consuming you.

"Pablo." You call him tying to get his attention, but his expression didn't change. He was paralyzed.

You try to grab his hand, and that's when he comes back to reality. He moves away from the bed. He doesn't say anything.

He's just standing up in the middle of the room. You don't say anything else, the silence in the room is unbearable.

He turns, grabbing his sweater and walking out of your room. You again don't say anything, hearing the front door being shut.

You throw yourself at the bed, your head hurts from everything that just happened. You grab the covers and cover yourself entirely.

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You look at Gavi's post on Instagram, he was active and acting like normal while going no contact with you.

It's been two weeks since the last time you spoke. That was the same night you told him you were pregnant.

You haven't told anybody else, not even your parents and uncle. Only three people knew about it, Gavi, your friend and you.

Your uncle asked if you were okay, noticing how you were all day in your room and became more picky with food.

The reality was that you don't know how to tell him what's going on. Mostly because he's so attached to Gavi, he sees him as his own child.

He became Gavi's safe space during the injury, someone he talked to, someone he cried to, and someone who was there for him.

You don't want to be the responsible one by breaking that bond they created. You don't want to be resented by any of them for making them separate ways.

"Are you sure you are okay?" He asks one more time. "Is it your period? I notice you are kind of pale, or maybe vitamins, I have some there."

Vitamins.

"I think I do need vitamins." You think for a moment, placing your hand on your stomach. "I'll go to the doctor, don't worry."

You take your phone, searching for a good OBGYN in the area. You need to have an ultrasound and maybe even get on prenatal vitamins.

"Eat, please." Your uncle scolds you. "You are becoming very picky with food. The other day I noticed you barely touched your chicken alfredo. That's one of our favorites."

You take one look at the food, feeling nauseous already. You don't want to look suspicious so you take the fork and place the food on your mouth.

"Delicious, right?" He asks.

It took everything in you to not gag in front of him. You take the glass of water, drinking the piece of food.

"Amazing." You smile, feeling your mouth water. "Can I finish this in my room? I have to finish this homework."

"Go on, by the way, I'm going with Balde. He asked me earlier, and I just read his message, so I'll go right now."

You nod, thanking him for the food. You move upstairs quickly, trying to calm down the urge to vomit.

"I'm fucked." You yell into your pillow.

You stayed in your room while your uncle was still home. You wanted to go back to the kitchen to eat something that didn't make you vomit.

When that happens, you check the fridge looking for the strawberries. You grab the box, sadly for you there were only three in there.

You grab your keys and wallet, ready to go to the store and get your food. You grab a sweater before leaving the house.

You open the door just before Gavi knocks on it. You pause for a moment, not knowing what to say.

"Can we talk?" It feels weird to even hear his voic. It's been some time since you hear it. "Where are you going?" He asks.

"To the store." You point to the street. "I'm hungry, and the food my uncle made it's making me nauseous."

He nods, following your lead as you walk to the store that's close to your house. You don't say anything, and neither he does.

He's wearing a hoodie that covers part of his head and face. He's used to going out like that anyway, even if it's at night he will wear glasses and a hoodie.

You pick three packages of strawberries, putting them on your basket. You walk in silence to the condiment aisle, picking a package of mustard.

You know it sounds disgusting, but you crave it so much. You gain a new craving as soon as you see the Brussels sprouts, picking a big jar of them.

You walk around the store, trying to see if you might crave something else. Some products made it to the basket.

Pablo is looking at you from behind, he's judging everything you place on the basket. He's wonders if you are picking random stuff or if you have a plate in mind.

You finally walk to the candy area, picking some sour gummies and some honey candy. You turn to see Gavi, waiting for him to pick something too.

He grabs a bag of his favorite candy, putting the candy on the basket. The silence that you share is less uncomfortable now, but still hold some tension from your side.

You walk to the register, feeling like you are forgetting something. You place everything on the self pay service.

"Ay, mi cereal." You say, remembering what you wanted. "I forgot." You pout.

"I'll go grab it." He says, signaling you to wait for him.

You scan the rest of the items while he's looking for your cereal. When he's back, you scan the products.

You reach for your wallet, taking your card out, but Gavi is quicker and uses his phone to pay for the stuff.

"I was going to pay." You argue, you don't like when he doesn't let you pay for anything. It makes you feel some type of way. "Thank you."

He helps you with the bags, walking back home in silence. You are the one following his lead now.

When you make it home, you go straight to the kitchen, grabbing different bowls. You wash the products that need to be washed and open others to placen them in the bowls.

"Why are you mixing that?"

"I've been throwing up almost everything, I found out that this is somehow tolerable for me, so I try to eat more than just one thing to get full."

He nods, not understanding but not judging... or maybe just a little bit of judgment.

"I thought you weren't coming back." You say, grabbing a fork. "You didn't call or answer any calls. I thought that it was a silent goodbye."

"I wouldn't."

You nod, eating your food while looking at the plate and not at him. You don't know where to begin the conversation about the elephant in the room.

"I-"

"Loo-"

You smile a little, finding funny how you two started at the same time. "You go first." You say.

He sighs, nervous about this whole thing. "Venga, que la he cagado al irme de aquí y no haber llamado. I was shocked, I tried to focus on finding the right words, but I don't think I'll find them." (Look, I fucked up by leaving and not call)

"You really scared me." You say to him.

He walks around the counter, arms hugging your body from behind. "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. We are doing this together."

You let a sigh, it felt like the weight you were holding inside was finally out of your shoulders.

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"I am terrified of the day we have to tell my uncle, he is going to be so mad."

"Tell me about it. He's going to kill me and break my knee again." He jokes, making you smile. "I'm honestly shitting myself just at the thought of talking to my parents."

"My mom is going to kill me, and my uncle might ask me to leave." You whisper to yourself.

You already ran every possibility in your head. You can't help but feel anxious about every little thing.

"I need to find an OBGYN." You say. "I already google it, but there's like thousands, I don't even know what to do."

He doesn't even know what to do either, he's confused, scared, he can't quite still believe that it's happening.

"Maybe my mom can help you with that." He suggests.

"After today, I think she will hate me."

"Qué va, my mom loves you. She's going to be mad at me, but you'll be fine."

You just nod, sitting on the couch. You two are waiting for Gavi's parents to arrive, they were coming from Sevilla, thinking this was going to be a normal meeting with you two.

You two stay in silence, something that's becoming new between you. Gavi always had something to say, something to share or something to express.

Now it's like you don't even know how to address each other, or maybe it's just the whole situation that makes you feel this way.

You feel your stomach drop when the sound of keys and laughing was heard coming from the front door.

You look at him, the same worried expression he's been carrying for days is there on his face. This time you notice it was even worse.

You two stand up, greeting the Paez when they walk through the door. Belen hugged you, greeting you.

You can't explain why, but when you return the hug, you cling onto her. It's like you needed that hug more than anything.

Maybe it was because your mom wasn't there, maybe because you feel scared, maybe because this news might change everything between you two.

"Oh, love." She giggles. "Are you okay?"

You realize what you are doing, separating and noticing Gavi and his father looking at you with a curious expression.

"Yeah, I just missed you two so much." You giggle, going to hug his dad. "How are you? How was the flight?"

"It was good, very calm." Pablo sir answered. "We are going to leave this in the room and we'll be back."

Pablo waits for his parents to go upstairs, turning to you. He noticed how you hugged his mom.

"Are you okay?"

"Just nervous." You smile, moving to the kitchen to take the food of the containers, placing them on plates.

You hear his parents joining, asking him questions about the training, about the games, the season.

Belen helped you with the plates, asking you about your classes. You give her short answers, trying to avoid her eyes.

When you all sit down, you can tell that Belen knows something is going on. She keeps looking at you and then at Gavi.

You zoned out the majority of the conversation. You're thinking about everything you need to do. Telling his parents is one thing, telling your family, you have classes, you have a lot of responsibilities.

Pablo is also thinking of everything that is about to happen. Maybe his parents won't get mad, maybe they'll be happy and they will congratulate him.

"We have to tell you guys something." He says, interrupting his parents' talk. "It's kind of important."

You can hear your heart on your ears, your hands getting sweaty and your stomach hurting.

Pablo thought what he was going to say, in his mind it was all planned and reharsed, but it wasn't that easy as he picture it.

"Vale, we -"

He's trying to connect the dots, maybe if he starts with a story it will be better. Maybe being straightforward, maybe not.

"I-"

You take the hand he has on his lap. You can't even find some words to help him complete the announcement.

His parents think it's about to be something silly, so they wait for him to say it. Maybe a team is trying to get him signed up, maybe it's about his injury.

"Pero venga, Gavi." His father laughs. "Say it!"

Gavi sighs, there's no way to say this, so he's about to rip the bandaid.

"Y/n's pregnant."

The smile on his father's face is gone, it's now replaced by a frown. His mom is pale, making you remember the moment you told Pablo.

Pablo let go of your hand, he covers his face while groaning. He feels stupid for announcing him so wrong.

"Are you sure about it?" Belen asks. "Have you seen a doctor?" She asks you.

"No, I haven't been to one." You answer, you don't look at her face but at the table. "I did take three pregnancy tests, and all of them were positive."

"Why don't you take her to your doctor?" Pablo sir says, his face is in his hands. "Do you have a plan?" He asks Gavi.

Pablo shrugged, he doesn't even know what to expect. "I haven't really thought about it." He says, making his father angry.

"You haven't thought about it? Pablo, you are so irresponsible. This is not a game strategy or a pass of the ball."

"Joder, I know." He argues.

You place your hand on his arm, trying to get him to shut up and not argue his dad. He looks at you and the back at his dad.

"When did you find out?" Belen asks.

"Three weeks ago."

"Three weeks, Pablo!" His dad argued with him. "You knew about this three weeks ago and didn't tell us."

Belen gets up, walking to your side and grabbing your arms. You let Gavi and his dad argue while she takes you upstairs.

"Don't worry, they sometimes do that." She jokes, trying to make you light up. "I can call my Doctor, she's the one I see when I'm here in Barcelona."

You nod, "Thank you, really." You whisper to her.

She smiles, she fixes your hair while looking at you. "Don't worry, It's okay." She hugs you.

She asks you to sit on the bed while she picks her phone. You can still hear Gavi and his dad talking, sometimes you hear them argue and that worries you.

"Okay, yes." Belen walks back into the room. "Is tomorrow at 10 fine?" She asks.

You nod at her, knowing that even if you were busy, you were going to make the time to go. You excuse yourself, walking to Gavi's room.

You sat on his bed for a while, waiting for the water to calm. You know he is on the second floor because you can hear him talking to his mom.

You can't make up the words they are saying, but by the tone of voice his mother has is obviously not a so nice conversation.

He walks into the room, slamming the door behind him. He joins you in bed, his breathing is very agitated.

"Una mierda, eh?" He chuckles.

You lay in bed, his head next to yours. You turn to look at him, his long lashes look wet, matching with his red eyes.

"Are you okay?" You ask, turning your body to the side to face him better. He does the same, turning his body to face you.

"I just want to sleep, that's all." He smiles, scanning your features. "Are you?"

"I mean, I didn't get yelled at." You smile, making him smile too. "Can you take me home? I think it's better if you have some time alone with your parents."

He nods, getting up from the bed. He stretches his hand to where you are, helping you stand up. You go for a hug, needing it more than ever.

"Let's go." He says, separating and walking to the door. You follow him downstairs, finding Belen sitting on the couch. "I'll be back, I'm dropping her off."

"We have that appointment tomorrow, don't you want to stay here so we can go together?"

You were about to answer, but Pablo did it first. "I can pick her up tomorrow and take you to the doctor."

Belen smiles. "Oh, you are taking us, because you are coming too."

"Pero Ansu and I are going to this event in the morning." He argues.

"Good thing you can call him and cancel. This event is more important." She says while reading her book.

Pablo doesn't say anything, he looks at you for an answer. You shrug, "I can stay." You say, making him nod, turning and going back upstairs.

You wish Belen a good night, going back upstairs. When you enter his room, you see him texting angry on his phone.

"Can I borrow a shirt?" You ask, tapping on his nose. "Sorry about your event, tho." He just nodded, not answering your question. You frown, he's not one to give you a silent treatment. "Pabs, are you okay?"

"Joder, que si." He snaps, looking at you. "Grab the shirt or whatever."

It was the first time he ever snapped at you, the first time he uses his anger towards you when it comes to answering.

You just walk to the closet, not wanting for him to get more mad or snap again. You had some spare clothes there but nothing to sleep on.

You steal one of his oversized shirts, changing inside of the closet. You fold your clothes, not wanting to make a more mess.

You block your phone after setting an alarm, not waiting for Gavi to join you in bed. You just cover yourself with the blankets, wanting to sleep already.

You answer Aurora's text, telling her that you will call her after the appointment and explain everything.

Belen, Gavi and you are in the waiting room. Waiting for your turn to go inside with the doctor.

You hear the nurse call your name, signaling you to follow her. You tap Gavi on the head, making a sign for him to follow you.

The nurse asked you some basic questions before the doctor joined you. You feel weird answering some of the questions in front of Gavi's mother.

When the doctor walked in, she asked you a few more questions. Gavi wasn't really paying attention, he was in another world.

When you lay down to get the ultrasound, you don't know what to do with your hands. You grab the edge of the bed, feeling anxious about the results.

Belen noticed this, she placed her hand on top of yours. It was a reassuring to you, you grab her hand too.

"Okay, look at this." The doctor says, showing you the screen. If you were overthinking your words before, you are now completely speechless.

The doctor was talking, but you can't pay attention to anything she's saying. You are too busy looking at the image of the clear baby on the monitor.

The doctor keeps talking, you just nod. You feel all the emotions at one, it's like the cast of Inside Out.

"Can we hear the heartbeat?" You ask, interrupting the doctor. "Please."

You look over at Pablo, he was paying full attention too. The little drum sound is making your heart feel full in a weird way.

The doctor helps you clean the gel, giving you some pictures of the ultrasound and giving you a prescription for prenatal vitamins and other pills.

Pablo walks over to you, looking again at the pictures on your hand. You look over at him, passing your arms around him. His arm goes around your waist too.

"You need to come back in a month, it's going to be a monthly checking. The only exception is the last month we will have to see you twice that month."

"Let's schedule that." You say to the doctor. You give Gavi a kiss on the cheek. "Let's go, pabs."

When you are done with the whole scheduling thing, Belen, Gavi, and you go back to the car. You needed to be careful because if anybody recognizes Gavi, it was going to be a problem.

You take a picture of the ultrasound, sending it to Aurora. She tells you that she's

Gavi dropped you home after that. You need to go to class and finish some projects. You left the pictures on the coffee table next to your phone, going upstairs to pick your things for class.

You grab your backpack and a new sweatshirt. When you walk downstairs, you find your uncle waiting for you.

You curse, noticing what he has on his hands. "Hey." You say, getting close to him. "Didn't see your car when I come in."

He stayed silent, just looking at you with narrowed eyes. You don't know what to say, so you chose to stay quiet.

You waited for him to give you a tongue lash, for him to do something. You stand behind the couch while he's sitting on the other one.

He just sighs, getting up hands you your phone and pictures. He gave you one last look and walked into the kitchen.

You want to leave and let things cool, but you are not even sure if there is anything to cool off. You walk after him, finding him washing some dishes.

"Do you have a plan?" He asks, turning the water off. "Does Gavi knows?"

"He does." You answer just the second question. "Are you not going to yell? Or I don't know, tell me that I'm dumb?"

"Noup," He smiles. "I'm not yelling, I'm not name calling you or anything. I am disappointed, very much, tho."

"I'm sorry." You say to him.

"I'm going to have a sesion with Pablo today." He tells you, grabbing his phone and walking out. "I'll talk to him, but like I said, I won't yell."

You can't even say goodbye because he left so quickly. You know he's mad, but he's trying to control himself as hard as he can.

You text Gavi, letting him know that your uncle knows and that he wants to talk to him. You ask him to let you know what was said.

You can't concentrate on your classes, you check your phone every few seconds to see if Gavi texted you.

Before the class finishes, he texted you that he would pick you up to talk. You are dying to know what was said to him.

You hurry to pick your things, saying goodbye to your friends and walking to the parking lot. "Hey" you smile at him as you open the door. "How was your training?"

Gavi gives you a kiss, saying hi to you. You can tell he's off. You want to ask, but you don't know if he might react like he did in his room.

"It was good, my team won." He says, no emotion on his face. "I also had recovery, but not with your uncle."

"Why?"

"He asked not to be my physio anymore." He shrugs. "He told me that for now, it's better for me to be with someone else." He pouts.

"Did he say something else?" You ask, wondering why that drastic decision.

"He just congratulated me."

You understood the reason, he wanted to punish Gavi by leaving him to the side. Even when Gavi can go with anybody because he's not following a routine.

He wanted Gavi to feel the anger he felt by giving him the cold shoulder. Thing that you know will affect Gavi more than he cares to admit.

You can tell he's mad by the way he's holding the wheel, by the way his breathing is heavy and the fact that he's quiet.

"I can talk to him if you want." You say, trying to find a way to fix this. "I'm sure he will hear me."

"No, que va." He chuckles. "He doesn't want to see me, ni en pintura eh."

"He's mad at me, and he's taking it on you."

"Vale, pues de puta madre entonces." (Okay, fucking fine then)

"Gavi, don't be like this. I'm telling you that I'll try to fix it."

"How am I being? I'm just saying that vale, de puta madre that this is happening."

"Si, si, vale, vale." You say, trying to stop the disagreement. "Can you drop me home?"

You roll your eyes at him, he's been more moody than before. You sometimes want to carry a spray bottle and spray him to calm him down.

The drive is silent, you don't like to feel this tense. He's quiet, the only sound is the music he's playing on the car.

When he drops you home, you turn to look at him. He's not moving his head from the road. You just sigh, getting off.

"I'll try to talk to him." You say before closing the door. "I'm so-"

"Can you close the door? The air-conditioned is getting off." You feel a big anger, looking at him for a few seconds. "Y/n, close the door."

You smile, opening the door a little bit more. You then pushed the door closed so hard you feel the whole car shaking.

You walk back inside your house, you slam the front door too. Mad at everything you have in front of you.

Your uncle, who was home already, walked out of the kitchen. "Don't slam my door." He says pointing at you.

"I'll slam whatever I want." You say to him, walking upstairs.

You hit the trifecta by slamming the door of your room. You got into bed mad, wanting to sleep and woke up with everything fixed.

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You and Pablo were sitting down on the couch. You were listening to Belen talking about all the things you need to start buying.

"Do we really need to prepare a room?" Pablo asks, confused with all the information. "If it's going to sleep with her for like a year."

"It's not an it." Aurora says to him, throwing a pop corn at him. "Also, are you expecting her to have her own room or something? Or why is the baby going to sleep only with her?"

"No, you guys will need to help each other as much as I can." Belen says. "I know that's going to be a lot for you Pablo, we all know how much you love your sleep."

"Vale, we need two of everything then." He says to you. "One for your house and one for here."

"Two cribs? That's a lot." You say, thinking of where you are going to place it. "Maybe that can stay here."

Belen and Aurora look at each other and then at you. Belen sighs, she wants to laugh but she won't.

"Vale, I'm going to have to explain a lot more than I thought." She whispers to Aurora. "You won't need two of everything. Once you move in, you need to set up a room where the baby is going to be. The baby might not sleep there for a few months, or maybe you want the baby to sleep there right away, depens on you, but you need to set up a space where you can have the clothes, the diapers, the things you'll get."

You nod, understanding better now. You talked with Pablo about what to keep at your place and what to keep at his place.

But now that you think about it, it does sound so dumb. You don't need two places, you need one for him, the baby and you.

"You haven't thought about that?" Aurora asks.

"Perdona, about what?" You ask, going back to reality.

"Names, any name you like?"

You think for a moment, you have some names since you were a little girl. You also tried to think if maybe you could combine a family name with another name, but you didn't like it.

"Like if it's a girl, do you have anything in mind?" Belen asks.

"I like Martina." You say, smiling. "It's the girl version of your middle name."

"I like Pablo." He says. You try not to make a face, but it's hard. "What?"

"Nothing," you lift your hands. "It's just that your father is Pablo Paez, you are Pablo Paez, do we really need a third?"

"Joder, vale." He thinks for a moment. "Samuel."

"Oh, I like Samuel." Aurora says. "If you are taking suggestions, I like Mauro."

"I like Mauro too." Pablo says, smiling. "Martina is cute." He says,

"Pamela." Belen says, thinking about names. "That's a cute name."

You let them continue the conversation, you take a look at your notebook. Thinking about all the things you need to buy.

You move upstairs, checking the room that's next to Pablo's room. It was a game room for him now, but it was the only available room that he had.

You close the door, turning to his room. You are examing it, you will need to get rid of the chair he has. He loves that chair, he uses it to watch movies.

"What are you doing here?"

"Just thinking." You say, turning your head to him.

"Want to help me pack for Germany?" He asks, smiling. You nod, giving him a hug while you walk to the closet.

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"Look at this." You show to Aurora over FaceTime. It was a cute baby shirt with some fish over it. "So cute."

"When are going to know what it is?"

"This Friday, I'm so excited about it." You smile, placing a hand over your tummy.

"I want to ask, are you planning on finding out that day, or are you willing to let me throw you a gender reveal?"

You smile at her, "I would love that, but you know your brother won't be on board with that." You pout.

"I knew you would say that." She laughs. "So I think a good alternative that's 'Gavi safe', I can get some cupcakes, the filling on the inside will be the blue for boy or pink for girl."

"That's so smart, yes! I'll ask the doctor to send you the result."

"Let's hope Pablo doesn't ask the doctor to know the gender."

Your expression then changes, Pablo has told you that he won't be able to make it due to his practice time.

"He can't come, he's going to be practicing." You pout. "But now I won't have to find out alone, we can find out at the same time."

Aurora frowns. "He's not going?"

"He has practice, and I get it. I mean, he's been having long practices these past few days. With the game against Real Madrid, they want to win."

"Okay, I'll wait for the results, and I'll have the cupcakes delivered to you guys. Oh my Gosh, I'm so excited."

You continue with the shopping, talking with Aurora. You were picking stuff for the house as you walked.

When you return home, you find him sitting on the couch. "Hey, Pabs." You say, messing his hair. "I got you the chips you wanted." You say, waving the bag in your hands.

"Gracias." He says. "Sit down with me, I haven't seen you all day."

You nod, leaving quickly the things in the kitchen. You walk over to the couch, hugging Gavi.

"How was your day?" You ask him, giving him a kiss. "You smell so good."

"It's my new perfume." He lifts his eyebrows while smiling. "Do you like it?" He asks, kissing your cheek.

"Me encanta."

"If we have a boy, I'll get him a mini version of my perfumes. That way when we take him to the doctor, he'll make the nurse fall in love."

You smile, loving when he makes those little comments. "What if we have a girl?" You ask.

"We can get her the mini version of yours, but I'm sure she will love your bags. Either way she's going to have to love football as much as I do."

You grab his face to give him a kiss. "I'm sure the baby is going to grow loving football just like you, Pabs."

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"Y/n, are you here?" Pablo shouts, closing the entrance door of the house.

He walls inside, calling your name again. He goes to the kitchen after the third time.

He finds two cupcakes sitting down on the kitchen counter. He grabs one and starts eating it. He sits on the couch while looking at tik tok.

You walk back inside the kitchen half an hour later, finding him still on the couch. "Hola, guapo." You say, leaving your bag on the couch. "Hey why is your mouth blue?" You ask him.

"Hola." He says, smiling at you. "Is it? I don't know. I ate one of the cupcakes that were on the counter, maybe it's that."

Your heart jumps. "No!" You say, covering your mouth.

Pablo doesn't understand your reaction. You are jumping with a smile on your face. "Joder, I'm so confused right now."

"Pablo!" You say like it's obvious. "That cupcake was supposed to tell us the gender of our baby. It's a boy!" You throw yourself on his arms, hiding your head on his neck.

He doesn't know how to react. He's happy, that's for sure, but he's not sure if he should cry, maybe yell, or just stay quiet.

"I'm so happy." You say, still crying a little. "We need to call your parents and my mom."

You don't notice how he's a little dissociated from reality, you don't notice how he's barely even speaking or how he's not even smiling.

His parents do, they don't say anything, but they do notice this. They blame it on being tired or maybe being shocked.

You just notice how quiet he is until you are with him in his room. You look at him for a moment, wondering if maybe he's feeling bad or if something happened.

"Gavi." You call him, making him turn to you. "Are you okay?"

"Si, just thinking." He smiles, moving the blankets from your side. "Come to bed."

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"Mira," He calls your attention. "It's a crab." He smiles, showing you the plushie.

You smile at him, turning back your attention to the sales lady.

"I think this one will work for you. It's longer than the standard, and it has wheels. I'm sure you are going to use it for longer than the instructed time."

You were looking for a co sleep bed to go next to your bed. You took Pablo for him to give his opinion, but he was too busy picking plushies for the baby room.

"Do you have that one in black?"

"We do. Would you like me to add it to the bill?" She smiles.

"Si, gracias." You smile back, walking over to Gavi. "We just need to pick some clothes, and that's it."

"We can get him some matching shirts to match with me." He smiles, picking another plushy. "It's a dinosaur."

You feel tired today, maybe it's the baby not letting you sleep properly, maybe it's your clothes that feel uncomfortable, maybe it's him not taking this serious.

"Okay, let's go to the clothing area." You grab his hand, pulling him towards the end of the store.

You grab another basket, handing it to him. "Look, this has iron man on it." He smiles. "Let's take it."

"Pablo, that's for an older child."

"He's going to grow, right?"

You sigh, not wanting to pick another fight with him. "Yes, he's growing. Take whatever you want." You walk away from him, to the right section of the clothing area.

You have been having some fights with Gavi, it wasn't as easy as people say. He has been very uninterested with everything, picking fights with you.

You sometimes feel like you are doing this all alone, picking the crib, researching information, taking this seriously.

Especially after he came back with the National Team. You feel like you are walking on eggshells around him. You thought it was just something to do with them losing or maybe it was because he's frustrated.

Yet the whole time he was on vacations he had this long face that made you feel frustrated. You try talking to him, try to give him space, and try to make him know you are there for him.

However, nothing worked. He was in his own world while you were trying to make sure you have everything you need to prepare yourself for the baby arrival.

Now that he is playing again, he's been in a better mood. Training definitely helps him, and it makes him more relaxed.

"Look at this." He shows you a baby shirt that matches one he has on his closet. "We can get you one and match."

You were about to answer when you feel a Braxton Hick, making you whine in pain. You've been experiencing them and they hurt like hell.

"You okay?"

You take a few breaths, grabbing his arm to stay steady. "Si, just give me a minute."

You give him a hug, trying to calm down your breathing like the doctor taught you to do. He tries to help, imitating your breathing as you go.

"What are you doing?" You ask, separating once the pain stops.

"Following your breathing." He answers, worried about you. "Are you better now?"

You nod, going back to the hug. You haven't felt this close to him in a while. You miss it so much and you really hope for it to change.

"Want to go home? I think we have enough."

"Yeah, enough plushies and enough three year old shirts." You joke, grabbing the shirt on his hands. "We need onesies, we need those small pairs of socks, we need something that fit our baby."

"Wait, how big is the baby going to be?"

You chuckle, you can't even be mad. "I can assure you it's not going to be big enough for him to wear this."

"Vale, pero, is it going to be small then?"

You grab the shirt he has and pick a newborn size onesie to compare. You hold both in front of him so he sees the difference.

"Joder, this small?"

He grabs the onesie, holding it to observe it. He can't believe babies can be this small. He thought babies were somehow bigger and that maybe his mom was joking saying that they need too much care.

You two continue with buying this you needed for another hour or so. Enough time to check more things you needed out of the list.

Pablo needed to go to training. He has a very busy weekend, specially since tomorrow is a big day for the team.

Vacation is over, and he needs to get in shape to get back to being on the first eleven list and not on the bench anymore.

He knows it's a slow process, so he's doing everything he can to re gain the trust of the culers and the trust of the team.

He has the team on his side, that was for sure. However, he feels like he needs for them to not only say it but to show it.

The sales lady tells you that she will send the bassinet, crib, the dresser and everything to your house.

You thank her, grabbing the bags of clothing and plushies. Thanks to Pablo there were more bags than ever.

After leaving you at home and helping you with the bags, he leaves for training. He gives you a kiss goodbye before exiting the door.

During training, not everyone in the team knows he's going to be a dad. The only ones are his closest friends.

He told Ansu, Balde and Lamine once during an after training reunion. He did it cause he didn't know exactly what to feel.

But he definitely knows other players know, they just don't say anything to him. He knows Ferran knows because Pedri and Fermin went to visit him when he was down.

When they entered his house, they found some baby things. They didn't really think it was his, maybe a little cousin or something. Pablo told them because he thought they knew, so now they know.

He knows that Eric knows because Ferran knows, and that's because Pedri knows. He knows that Casado knows because Hector knows because Lamine knows.

He told Hansi, he needed to know. He was going to need a day off or maybe two. He doesn't know that Hansi talked about it with the technical team.

When he did, Ter Stegen heard, and if he knows, then Lewandowski knows, meaning that if Lewandowski knows that means Frenkie knows, and also Christensen.

He's just waiting for them to either say it, and they are waiting for him to say it. It was a never-ending circle they created.

Obviously, Ferran was going to be the one to break it.

"Ey, Gavi." He calls him, making him turn. "I have something for you."

Pedri and Eric look from their cars. Pedri is nervous, he think that Gavi is going to be furious, but Ferran thinks it will be cute to give something to him.

"I heard the news," Ferran grabs the bag from his passenger seat. "I think you'll like it. Say hi to your girlfriend for me, and congratulations, hermano."

Gavi takes the bag with a frown. He opens the bag finding a cute barca baby jersey with his number on it.

Ferran is ready for any reaction, he honestly doesn't care about it. He wants to do something nice for Gavi, however he takes it it's on him.

"Gracias, hermano." Gavi smiles, giving Ferran a hug. "I'll show this to her as soon as I get home."

"We need to do a party for you." Ferran laughs, always being the one planning events. "Something light, we all can give you a gift. Not me cause I just did, but the rest can."

"No, que va." Gavi chuckles. "Thanks for this, but I'm keeping it quiet while it lasts."

"Vale, if you change your mind, tell me."

Gavi hugs Ferran goodbye. He texts you that he will go with Ansu before going home. He needed to talk about some things.

Ansu, Balde and Lamine welcome him with a perfect idea. They were all going to S'Agaró in Costa Brava.

They wanted to invite Gavi to go. It will take place during the free day Hansi mentioned they have.

"I don't think my parents are going to be happy about it. They are coming home, so my dad and I can build the crib."

"Joder, I keep forgetting you soon will be changing diapers." Balde says.

"Going to smell like baby cream and shit." Lamine laughs.

Gavi doesn't laugh with them, he's just frowning. "Vale, callaos' ya."

"Let's go, just tell your girlfriend you will take a trip to go to an event and that's it."

"Vaya mierda con ustedes," Gavi sighs. "If I say yes are going to stop?"

"Sip." Lamine says.

"Vale, I'll tell my parents to come later because I'll need to go to an event."

"Venga! That's the Gavi I know." Lamine yells, giving him a hug.

Gavi spends some time with them, wanting to decompress from the training and from the long day he had.

After they joked, after they played some fifa, he went back home with you. He grabs the gift Ferran gave him, wanting to show it to you.

"Guapa!" He calls once he's inside. "Where are you?"

"Upstairs." You shout from upstairs.

"I got something to show you." He walks upstairs to where you are. He finds you ordering some of the clothes you got earlier. "Here, from Ferran."

You grab the bag, finding a Gavi jersey. "This is so cute." You smile, looking at the cute jersey. "Ferran gave this to you?"

"He did, Pedri told him about the baby, and he gave us this."

"His first jersey!" You pout, placing it on your tummy. "Oh, me encanta. Say thank you for me, please."

"Will do." He smiles, opening the bag of plushies and taking them out.

"Are you nervous about tomorrow's game? You are going to start with the Espanyol."

"Qué va, me los como con patatas." He smirks. (Not at all, I will beat them up)

You stretch your arm, handing out your hand for him to take it. You squish it, making him know that you are there for him.

"Oye, flick is going to give us the Thursday off because some of the media team want to film some content with a select group of players for the Barca One app. Instead, we will go to an event, I'll text my parents for them not to come until next week."

"Perate, this Thursday?"

"Si, I'll be gone all day probably."

"We have a doctors appointment this Thursday."

He hummed, not really interested in it. "Vale, but this is an event."

"And this is our kid."

He rolls his eyes, leaving the plushies on a small pile next to the clothes. He gets up from the floor, not wanting to talk about it.

"Pablo!"

"You don't need me for it." He says before leaving the room.

You stand up, already tired of the nonsense he's talking about. You have put up with too much of him acting like you are the only responsible one.

"I do need you there." You say, grabbing his arm. "I want you there!"

"It doesn't matter, you can go alone. I have this event." He moves his arm away from you. "It's just a regular appointment."

"Pablo, this is the third time you miss it. All I'm asking is you to be there, please."

You don't believe yourself, you are begging him to be there. You feel your dignity getting lost in the process of doing so.

"I already confirmed." He shrugs, paying attention to the phone. "And don't be dramatic, you can go alone."

You stand there alone, feeling a burning sensation in your tummy. Mostly because you are trying not to yell at him, but the anger is there.

"Do you need something?" He asks, a very evil tone.

You throw the baby jersey at his face, not thinking twice about it. You walk back to the baby room, slamming the door shut.

"Fucking idiot." You whisper, seating on the recliner you have there. The only piece of the baby room that you have. "Are you as mad as I am?" You ask your baby, getting a kick in response. "I know, but don't worry, my love. Hopefully, you get the intelligence of mami."

You like to speak to your belly, it's something people say it's good to do. You like to feel the kicks because that means he is answering.

"We don't need him, anyways." You say, more to yourself, wiping the tear that's rolling on your cheek. "We are going to have a blast after the appointment, I promise we are getting a chocolate milkshake."

You block your phone, trying to ignore the article. It was everywhere around the culers. You feel sad that he would prefer to go with his friends than to be here with you.

The appointment doesn't go well, you are too distracted. You feel bad that you let this get in the way of what really matters, your baby.

You don't want to see anybody, but with the wonderful luck you are carrying, Pablo's family came as a surprise.

They wanted to help you with the room even when Pablo was at "an event". Pablo's father and Javi helped you with the crib, the dresser, and the co-sleeping bassinet.

You were thankful to them, they hace been the only real support you have got during this time. You feel sad that Pablo prefers to be with his friends instead of you.

"Are you okay?" Auror asks, noticing your sad eyes and quiet mood.

You don't want to say anything, what for? For his parents to be mad at him? It's not worth the trouble.

"I get tired easily." You say. "Thanks for the help, I really appreciate it."

"I know about Pablo." She whispers, not wanting her parents to know about it. "Javi showed me."

You did your best all day with not letting your hormones betray you, but as soon as Aurora mentioned that, it's like a big wave of everything.

Aurora moves next to you, embracing you in her arms. You needed that hug, you needed the cry that's happening right now.

You have been hiding your feelings, trying to excuse his behavior for the sake of peace. You have crossed all the lines you promise yourself to never cross.

"I'm so tired." You sob, trying to catch your breath. "I have done everything, Aurora. Everything. I understand that he's still adapting to the news, I understand that we are young and that Everything it's going to change, but I can't understand why he prefers to be out there with his friends and not with me."

"He's just dumb." Aurora says, wiping your tears. "He's a boy, he doesn't understand what.ypu are going through."

"It's like he doesn't care, and it makes me feel so stupid."

"Don't, this is his fault, nothing to do with you."

"I have had four doctors' appointments, four." You say, showing her four fingers. "And he only came to the first one because your mom made him come. I feel so alone doing this."

"You are not. We are here, and even if Pablo is not, we are."

You hug her again, trying to calm your cries. You know this is not good for the baby, but you need it so bad.

"I have an idea. What if we go get an ice cream? You love ice cream."

You feel a kick, laughing a little. "He says yes." You smile.

You wash your face and take a few deep breaths before going downstairs with the rest of them. You see Gavi's parents checking some instructions for something they have to build.

"Oh, honey." Belen says, noticing your puffy eyes. "Are you okay?"

"She was just crying about the little clothes." Aurora says, trying to save you from answering. "We were talking about the out of the hospital change she needs to take with her for the baby."

"Oh, honey." She laughs, giving you a hug. "I cried when I packed Aurora's, so I understand."

You thank Aurora when you two are alone. She knows you don't want to make this into something bigger.

She knows you try your best to keep quiet, even when you don't say it, she can tell it. Javi has notice too, but he doesn't want to argue or create a problem.

Aurora convinced her parents to go to a restaurant after you asked her to do so. You needed to talk to Pablo in private, and you know you can't do that if his parents are here.

When he walks in, a nice tan, a toasted hair, he walks inside with this happy face. You are in bed, reading some magazine.

He walks over to you, he murmurs a hi. He pulls your shirt up, his hand goes to your bump. He does this thing where he taps his finger on your bump, waiting for the baby to kick where he taps.

When he gets the reaction that he wants, he smiles, giving your bump a kiss. "Hola, amor." He whispers to your bump.

You want not to be mad, you want to smile at how cute he looks doing that. If only, you think.

He tries to give you a kiss, but you turn your face. He frowns, not understanding why you did that.

"What's wrong?"

You look at him, checking him out. "How was your event?"

"Buen, nothing too fancy."

You nod, leaving your magazine on the nightstand. "Where was the event, again?"

"San Felíu, not too far."

You humm. "Was the event outside? You look tanned."

"Yeah, it was a good time."

"Yeah, I'm sure about it." You smile at him. "I know you had a good time. Especially in S'Agaró, on that yatch."

He doesn't say anything, his blank expression is comical to you. You are someone who loves his very expressive face, and seeing him so expressionless is funny.

"By the way, your parents are home, well not right now, they are out. The nursery is done, we have everything ready.

"I-"

"The baby is fine, the doctor says he's growing. We are going to talk about the birth plan on the next appointment." You interrupt him, not wanting to hear him.

"Listen,-"

"But don't worry." You interrupt him again. "I won't bother you again with coming to the remaining appointments. Like you say, I can go alone."

He sighs, nervous that you know everything. Nervous that you are telling him everything so direct and with this cold tone of voice.

"Amor, listen."

"I'm tired, Gavi." You confess. "I'm also done."

"Done with what?" He asks. "Amor, please, listen to me."

"I'm tired, Pablo." You say, moving the covers up your body and turning the light of the nightstand off. "Go shower."

"I fucked up when I lied yes, but don't be like this."

"Go shower." You repeat, turning to the other side.

"No!" He says, turning the lights on. "We need to talk."

"Oh, so now you want to talk." You laugh. "Well, I don't. So good night, Gavi."

He grabs the covers, pulling them off the bed. "We are talking."

You don't say anything, you just grab your pillow and your phone. Walking out of the room to the baby's room.

"A donde mierda vas?" He yells, walking behind you. (Where the fuck are you going)

"Away from you, imbecil." You yell back at him, trying to close the door, but he's stronger than you. "Go away, you psyco."

You don't hear the door that indicates that his family is back from the restaurant. When they hear the commotion upstairs, they all get worried.

"Vale, si, I lied." He continues to yell. "Why does it matter?"

You throw the pillow at him. "Eres bobo?" You ask, face probably red. "You left me alone for the third time, you have no idea how everybody looks at me with pity. Like I'm some-"

"What is going on in here." Belen asks, walking with his father. "Why are you too yelling."

"It's nothing." Gavi says, taking a deep breath.

"Nothing?" You whisper, scuffing at him. "Sure."

"Can you shut up?" He asks, turning back to you.

"No, I-" You feel very strong kick, making you stop arguing. You grab your bump, taking a deep breath.

Gavi's expression changes, his anger is now gone. "Y/n? He tries to get closer.

Gavi feels a hand grabbing his arm. It was his dad pulling him out of the room. He turns to you, still trying to calm down.

"What is wrong with you?" His father asks, closing the door. "Are you out of your mind?"

"Joder, I didn't start this fight."

His mother joins them after a moment. "She's fine." She says to his father. "What in the world is wrong with you?"

"Ah vale, I'm the bad one here."

"Pablo, don't act innocent." His mom says, tired already of his stupid games.

She doesn't know exactly what goes inside of his head, if he ever feels bad about what he's doing, if maybe he thinks that this is right because someone told him too.

"You haven't been to three appointments." She reminds him, something he feels everybody wants to do these days. "Pablo, this is not a game. You are about to have a kid."

"Pero vale, I don't feel like I need to change my life if the baby isn't here. I can figure it out once it's here."

His parents look at each other, disappointment is the only feeling they have.

"You need to stop this, Pablo." His father sighs. "You act as if this is a joke, you really need to understand that you are no longer going to hace the freedom."

"But why?"

"I'm not doing this tonight." He says, walking out of that room.

"Pablo, valora a esa niña." She says before leaving the room. "You are going to regret this if you don't." (Value this girl)

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"Want more bacon?" You uncle asks you, placing the plate full of bacon in front of you.

"This is the best breakfast ever, I never had that many bacon in my life."

He laughs, giving your head a kiss. "How's Gavi? Is he treating you well?"

"Yeah, we are fine."

No, you are not. He's been sleeping in the guest room since the last fight you had. You two barely speak to each other.

"I've seen him during some recovery sessions, we talked a little."

You feel bad about putting a distance between Pablo and your uncle. He loves Gavi as his own child, even when he doesn't have one yet. It was obvious Gavi felt hurt that he took his distance.

"That's amazing, you two really needed that."

"Yeah, how's the baby?"

"Oh, he's amazing. The doctor says he's growing."

"Do you have a name?"

"Not yet."

False, you do have a name YOU like, but Gavi has a name that HE likes. So you are in between names.

"Crazy, I helped your mom pick your name like two hours before you were born."

"I know, you tell me that once a year minimum."

"Love that story." He smiles, thinking about it. "I'll tell that to your baby as soon as I meet him."

You laugh, missing the morning talks with him before going to college or when you had a free day.

"You should crash over some nights, we can watch the new season of love island."

"I love that idea, I really miss coming here, being in my room, talking to you."

You do miss this, the calmness of home, how you don't feel the uncomfortable silence when a fight happens.

You don't say it out loud to anybody, not even to your closest friend, but you regret agreeing to live with him.

You regret letting his family get so involved to the point that his relationship with his parents is fractured.

You feel like you have a little bit of blame, you are the one who let them in and who told them the things that made them fight.

You come from a broken family, your parents never really got along after a few years of marriage.

You grew up in between fights and yelling. You don't want that for your baby. You always craved the need of a family.

You wanted to be able to have a loving and caring family that makes your son feel secure and loved.

That's something that keeps you up all night. You don't know if things are going to change between Gavi and you.

His mother says he's going to change, that boys change as soon as they have the baby on their arms.

When you go back home, you find him eating cereal as dinner. You find it funny how he never thinks about a sandwich or something else.

You hate how cold his house feels, and you are not talking about temperature, but how cold it feels between you two.

"Do you want me yo make you something for dinner?" You ask him.

You know that one of you needs to give the first step. You are okay with doing it, if that gives you the peace you need to.

"Por favor." He says, looking at his plate. "Thank you."

You walk over to him, giving his head a kiss. "Do you want pasta?"

He nods, smiling at you. You mess his hair, moving to the kitchen to prepare something for him.

You serve the food in two plates, one for him and one for you. You place the plate in front of him.

You eat in silence, thing that you can't stand. It was like torture, you have him in front of you, yet you feel him so far away.

"How was your day?"

"Good, I score two goals, and my team won." He smiles, remembering how good training was. "You?"

"I visited my uncle, finished a project, and had a nap. It was good."

"I want a nap." He pouts. "Pedri says hi, he sent us a gift."

You smile, you like Pedri a lot. He was nice with you, same with Fermin and Ferran. They were some of Gavi's friends who happened to like you.

You are not sure about other players or friends of him. You sometimes think his now group is not so fond of you.

"Gavi, I really want this to work." You finally say, tired of the small talk. "I want us to work so we can give our son the family he deserves. We are young, yes, but I think if we both put a little effort, we can make this work."

Gavi nods, he want this to work too. He needed this to work, he doesn't want to be the absent dad or just be the useless partner.

He extends his arms, opening his hands for you to take them. "I want this to work too. Joder, es lo que más quiero."

"Let's just start to be better at communicating. We used to be able to tell each other when something wasn't right and if something was bothering us."

"I'm sorry, la he cagado and I can't excuse myself. I'm also sorry I yelled at you."

"I'm sorry I threw the jersey Ferran gifted us on the face."

"Eso me ha dolido como la mierda eh." He laughs (that hurted so fucking bad)

You got up, walking over to the other side of the table. You sit on his lap, arms around him as you kiss his cheek.

"Even if you make my head hurt, I love you."

"Ah, vale." He laughs. "Me too, I love you."

"I also ate all the cookies this morning." You confess.

"I know, I heard you."

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"Mira." Gavi says, showing you a book. "I got Pablito Jr this."

"You are Pablito Jr." You hit him on the head. "What's this about?"

"It's Pedri's book." He says, showing it to you. "Also, I'm not a junior."

"In my eyes, you are." You smile while reading the book. "This is so cute! Amor, papi got you a book. Sadly, I'm the only one who can read it to you because he didn't finish school."

Gavi is offended. "I finished school, with very good grades." He says, frowing and taking the book from your hands. "Want me to read it to you?"

"It's okay, Gavi." You say, placing your hand on his shoulders. "Junior and I know about your impediment."

"He's not Junior." He says, mad expression on his face.

You love teasing Gavi, he gets angry so easily. He stays with a frown for hours before finding the situation funny.

"I don't want to read it anymore." He says, handing you the book.

You laugh, earing a side eye from him. "Vale, vale, I'm sorry." You say, trying to catch your breath. "You get so mad, it's funny."

He leans over, cheek sticked to your belly. "Do you think that, Junior?"

You smile at the nickname, it was funny teasing him with the name he wants. You feel a kick, Gavi felt it too.

"Junior says yes." You whisper, combing his hair.

You stayed quiet, enjoying the light music you are playing. Gavi was humming the lyrics, making figures on your belly.

"We are not calling him Junior." He whispers.

You chuckle, "I want the baby to have your eyes." You whisper, thinning about what the baby would look like. "Also maybe your hair, I like your hair so much."

"You hear that Junior? She wants you to look like papi." He smiles proudly.

You roll your eyes, really enjoying how much the things have changed. You have worked on yourselves, you have worked on being honest to each other.

His parents noticed that too, he was different. He was interes in everything, learning slowly things he was going to be doing.

Belen taught you to change a diaper on a doll, Pablo somehow didn't sucked. He also learned that talking to the baby was something he was supposed to do.

As soon as he walks to the door, he starts talking to your belly. Telling him all the things that happened in training, during the match.

He even asked one of his cousins who has a baby to teach him how to hold a baby. You know he has done things you thought he would never.

He told the team the news, not wanting for it to feel like a secret, but as something normal. They all congratulate him, Ferran, Raphinha and Taia prepared you two a team baby shower.

You thank them for being so nice to you. Taia offered herself to help you with advice she would've loved to have, in her own words.

Gavi has mature into the situation. If you are someone close to him, you can notice the change. How even his way of speaking is different.

"Are you going to miss me?" He asks, walking over to you. "I'm going to miss you."

"I'll miss yo-"

"Y/n, can you excuse us?" He jokes with you. "This is a private conversation."

"Oh." You open your mouth. "Okay, Junior, and you can have your moment, don't mind me."

He looks up at you, pretending to sleep. He likes that you two can joke like the old times.

"Don't listen to mami, your name is not Junior." He says, placing a kiss to your skin. "Take care of mami, okay? I need you to be good with her, chaval. Don't keep her up that much because if you do, then she's mean to me."

"That's not true." You say to him.

"She's also nosy, you are going to learn about it in a few years, but she also makes the best pasta ever. Sadly, you have been fed with pickles and marshmallows."

You open your eyes, looking at him speak attentive to the words he's saying. You like to hear him talking.

"I'll miss you." He repeats, feeling the baby kick you. "I know, I promise I'll be back as soon as I can so we can be together."

You pout, not wanting to cry. The hormones don't help you, you let a few tears out but quickly whipping them.

"Let's sleep because tomorrow you need to catch a flight."

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You are sitting on the rocking chair, eating some popcorn as you read Pedri's book to the baby. You feel your phone vibrate next to you.

"It's papi." You say, pocking your belly. "Hola, guapo."

"Hola, how are you two?"

Gavi has been gone for a whole week, he had a game against Atletico de Madrid for the champions league and a La Liga game against Real madrid.

They got tied up against Atletico but won against Real Madrid. Gavi scored a goal, the culers were crazy about it. Wanting Gavi to return as strong as possible now that he's a starter again.

"We are reading," you smile, placing the small book down. "Are you on your way to the airport?"

"Actually, I want to tell you something." He nervously says.

"What is it?"

"Hansi gave us a few days off, and Ansu planned this mini trip as my last trip before the baby."

You frown, "Wait, you told me you were coming back as soon as the games were over."

"Ya se, but it's one last trip."

"Pablo, we are two weeks away from the due date." You remind him, thinking maybe he forgot about it.

"Nothing is going to happen, I'll be there in three day-"

"Three days?" You interrupt him, finishing the sentence as a question. "I'm not okay with this."

"You don't have to be, I am." He scuffs, closing his suitcase. "I'll be back in Three days, no big deal."

"Gavi."

"Y/n, why are you complaining?" He asks, tone becoming dirty. "You are so hormonal, you don't like anything, and you feel like you are entitled to boss people around."

You weren't mad, you got mad right now. Hearing him talking to you as if you are a kid who's bratty.

"Oh, sorry." You sarcastically say. "Maybe if you wouldn't have got me pregnant, we would be having a much more mature and not hormonal conversation."

"Well, maybe I shouldn't have." He whispers, but you heard.

You feel a pain in your heart, gasping at his words. You hung up the call, not believing he would say anything like that.

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"Gavi, your phone is ringing." Ferran says, tapping Gavi's shoulder.

He turns, looking at your name being displayed on the screen. "Let it ring."

"But isn't her like..." Ferran pauses, trying to think on the right words. "Really pregnant?"

"Yeah, but she's fine." He says, shruging.

Ferran looked at him and then at the phone one last time. He does what Gavi is saying, he thinks Gavi knows what he is doing.

You hear his voice on the voice mailbox, hanging the call again. It's been two days since the last time you two talked.

You feel bad. Maybe you overreacted. Maybe you were too hormonal. It's just a trip, and like he said, nothing is going to happen.

You lay in bed, feeling like you did a few weeks ago. Hopeless and sad, the silence was there again, the tension, the miscommunication.

You can't forget Gavi's words, he really hurt you. You never thought that he had those thoughts.

The baby kicks make you tear even more. He can feel what you feel. He can sense your stress and your anxiety. He knows even if he doesn't know.

You turn the TV off, turning to the side. You try to sleep the feelings away. It has helped you in the past, so it can help now.

What you didn't expect was the pain that woke you. Feeling the worst pain you ever felt, it was like someone was trying to stretch you in two.

You know that pain, they were contractions. You look at the clock on your phone, paying attention to the time so you can track them.

You open your phone, dialing Aurora. There was no use on calling Gavi, he was either still somewhere in Ibiza or on a plane back.

The third time your call goes to voice mail, you yell. Feeling the pain again, you have to be quick and get to the hospital.

You call your uncle, but to your bad luck, he was at a party. He was unable to hear his phone. You curse under your breath.

You call the last person you can think of, hoping that you can get the help you need.

"Hello?"

She sighs in relief, forgetting for a second the pain.

"Fermin!"

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Your mind is blank.

Your eyer are sticked on the ceiling. Thinking about everything that just happened. You have a pen in hand, trying to think of the address to write on the paper.

You don't even know what name to write on the birth certificate. You thought that Pablo and you were going to talk about before this.

Fermin was outside of the room, he stayed there for you. He wanted to give you some privacy. Also, he didn't want you to hear the calls he was making to Gavi.

Gavi has never heard Fermin curse the way he did during the first call. He didn't even got a chance to speak.

Fermin called Gavi's parents because your uncle was still unavailable. You didn't expected them to be here, after all you had a good two weeks.

You look at the paper again, sighing as you write the address. Your heart feels broken. It was like stabbing yourself on the chest.

"Y/n?"

She heard that voice, the voice she was trying to keep away from her mind. She leaves the pen and paper on the side.

"Amor!" Gavi says, opening the door and walking near the bed.

"Leave." She is scared of her own voice. The way she never thought she could pull that tone.

"Perdón-"

"Pablo, I'm not playing games." You say, whipping the tears away. "Get the fuck out."

"Amor, I'm sorr-"

"Para ya, joder!" You say in an elevated tone. "You are just saying it to make yourself feel better. You left me, when I fucking needed you the most. I was here alon-"

A sob cuts you off, you try to calm yourself. You don't want to show him that he hurt you. He doesn't even deserve that.

"I feel like I don't know you." You let out in a very shaky voice. "The Pablo that I fell in love with wouldn't do this to me."

You sob, letting your emotions show. It's not easy to try to control everything you feel. It's like a fire that's burning you from head to toes.

"And I feel so stupid because I thought you were changing." You laugh. It's better than crying. "And you didn't, you leave me alone."

Gavi wanted to talk, but the door opened. It was a nurse walking with a baby on her arms. He feels his own eyes fill with tears when he sees his baby.

"Oh, baby!" You say, holding your arms out to the nurse. "Hola, mi amor."

You feel Gavi getting closer to the bed. His wandering eyes are analyzing the baby, the feeling that fulfills him it's hard to describe.

"Gavi, remember when I told you that my uncle left my room the same way it was before moving with you?" You ask him.

He doesn't understand why you are asking, but he nods. He's unsure of everything right now. His eyes are still on the baby you are holding.

"I think it's better if I go back to live with him." You say, not looking at him, only focusing on the rosy cheek of your boy.

"No, you can't do this." He says, looking at you. "Amor, por favor. You said that you wanted us to work out and be a family."

He feels his heart breaking. He hasn't even held his child, and now you are talking about living apart.

"Well, maybe I shouldn't have."

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